This is my first fanfic, so please be patient with me.
I do not own For Honor.
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'Thoughts'
"Talking"
Mercy's Reason
It was another cold night in the land of Valkenheim, and the Blackstone Legion had taken yet another Viking stronghold. Any and all "sheep" had been executed and all "wolves" had been sent into the dark, cold woods with the bare necessities per the order of their Warlord, Apollyon. Apollyon had ordered the troops to make camp for the night in the ruins of the stronghold. A distance away from where the other Blackstone knights were setting up camp stood a lone Peacekeeper, Mercy was her name. It wasn't unusual for her to be seen away from the other knights, standing guard, awaiting the next order from her master.
'Like a loyal soldier' she thought.
"Mind if I join you?" a voice off to the side asked.
Mercy turned her head to see The Warden(He looks like the 3rd male armor set that you choose from in story mode) approaching from the other soldiers.
"Do as you please." she replied in a monotone voice.
He walked up to her side and stood there with his long sword in his hands, blade digging into the ground.
They stood their in silence for a while until the Warden finally broke the quiet .
"How long has the war been going on for now."
'That's an odd question.' Mercy thought, but kept quiet.
"5-6 years?" he inquired "It's hard to keep track after all. There's been so much fighting, so much bloodshed."
Mercy's silence remained.
"Some of the men are tired of fighting, thinking about abandoning their posts." The Warden continued on.
This was no shock. For months there had been talk of abandonment of the Blackstone Legion and even rebellion. Mercy had even heard rumors at some point, that there was someone inside the Blackstone Legion trying to restart the fallen Iron Legion, and that's all she chose to believe them to be. Rumors.
"They should be grateful Master Apollyon let them join!" she growled out in fury.
If the Warden was fazed by Mercy's rare outburst of emotion, he didn't show it. He sighed and placed his long sword on the ground and sat next to it."Did she let them join, or did she force them to?"
Confusion was on Mercy's face behind her mask.
This led the Warden to continue "When I first met Apollyon, Stone and I were pinned with the wall to our backs and traitor Iron Legion soldiers at our front. I was exhausted and Stone was wounded, and it seemed like the end. Then Apollyon appeared, she single handedly killed two Captains, two Wardens, a Peacekeeper, and a Conqueror. When the fighting was done she rounded up all that was left and made a speech, asking if they were 'wolves' or 'sheep'. A single Captain and Soldier tried to attack her then with daggers. She and another Captain disarmed them easily, and do you know what she did then?" he asked.
Mercy shook her head, and the Warden took a deep breath,"She killed every other enemy soldier without mercy, without remorse, without honor." he growled out the last word as the anger in him began to rise."'Welcome to the Blackstone Legion.' She said, as if they had not tried to kill her seconds before. You tell me, at that moment, do you think they had a choice in the matter of whether or not they joined?"
Mercy had remained silent.
"Do you think that Apollyon will stop at enemy forces when it comes to 'sheep' and 'wolves', or will she continue to families? Women and children?"
Mercy was still silent.
The Warden just sighed and stood up. "Eventually these questions will be answered if we let them be, and I for one am not so sure I'm going to like them."
With that the Warden left to return to the camp. Leaving Mercy to ponder her thoughts.
Another Viking village had been conquered. The Blackstone forces had made short work of any and all Vikings defending the village, and a few of the troops were ordered to sweep the village for any survivors. Mercy had been one of those troops. She was walking down checking each hut thoroughly before moving on to the next. She was searching her sixth hut when she heard what sounded like someone sobbing gently.
Mercy turned a corner and found a crying child no older than six clutching the hand of a bleeding out Valkyrie, sitting on the floor leaning her back back against the wall.
The child sniffled a little before speaking.
"Vennligst ikke do, mamma. Jeg trenger deg. (Please don't die, Mommy. I need you)" he begged. The Valkyrie raised her other hand and stroked her son's cheek.
"Vaer modig, mitt barn, jeg skal til et bedre sted. (Be brave my child, I am going to a better place.)" she coughed out.
"Men jeg vil at du skal bli her hos meg! (But I want you to stay here with me!)" the child argued back.
Neither of them seemed to notice Mercy, and she had no intention of interrupting.
"Jeg ma ga na, Valhalla ringer til meg. Vet at jeg alltid elsker deg. (I must go now, Valhalla calls to me. Know that I always love you)" The last part was barely a whisper as her head went limp.
"Nei nei! Ikke ga... (No, No! Don't go...)" he trailed off. It was only then with his mother dead, that he noticed the other person in the room. His face held a fearful expression as he backed away from Mercy.
"M-Monster, kom deg unna! (M-Monster, get away!)" This caused Mercy to pause. She had educated herself to understand the languages of both Samurai and Vikings in the event that she overheard important intel while on one of her missions.
'Monster? What does he mean?' she questioned herself. Then realization hit her like a ton of bricks.'My Mask, he's scared of my mask.'
Mercy quickly pulled down her hood and unstrapped her helmet. Dark brown eyes came into view, along with raven black hair done up in a bun as she lowered her helmet to the ground.
"Det er greit, jeg kommer ikke til a skade deg. (It's OK, I'm not going to hurt you.)"
She cautiously approached, not wanting to startle the boy. When she was close enough, she kneeled down to his level and wrapped her arms around him, surprising them both. The stress of losing his mother and his village was too much for him and he broke down into tears.
Mercy rubbed his back soothingly, trying her best to calm him down "Shh, shh. Det blir alt i orden. (Shh, shh. It will all be alright.)"
"Mercy, where are you?"
Her head shot up in suprise, hearing the voice of one of the Blackstone troops come from outside the hut. Mercy saw the child begin to panic and made a quick decision.
"Bo her, jeg skal handtere dem. (Stay here, I'll deal with them.)" Mercy stood up, put on her helmet, and went outside to confront the soldiers.
"Ah, there you are. Come, Lord Apollyon is calling us back to leave." one of the captains stated.
"I'll return soon, there are still huts for me to search." she stated in her usual monotone voice.
The captains did not seem to question this. "Very well, have it your way."
As soon as Mercy was sure the captains were out of sight and earshot, she turned her head towards the hut she came from."Det er trygt na, du kan komme ut na.(It's safe now, you can come out now.)"
The six year old boy darted towards Mercy, wrapping his arms around her legs. Mercy just awkwardly patted his head.
"Vennligst ikke la meg vaere alene. (Please don't leave me alone.)" he pleaded.
"Well, isn't this a sight." a voice said from behind, making both turn around in suprise.
There stood the Warden and Stone. Mercy pushed the boy behind her, ready for a fight. To her surprise, the Warden just put his hand up and signaled for her to wait.
"First off we're not going to tell anyone about this," he stated "Secondly, what would you do if I said that hundreds, maybe even thousands of children were being forced into labor camps per Apollyon's orders, that they were forced to have unspeakable horrors done to them, and that the only way to save them was to go against the Blackstone Legion, to go against Apollyon herself?" he questioned.
Mercy looked down and stared at the child she had risked her life for. It took her all of 3 seconds to make her decision. She looked back up at the Warden with determination in her eyes.
She knew what she had to do.
Woooooooooooohhhooooooooooooooooo! First story done, let me know what you guys think by leaving a review. I WILL NOT SUBMIT TO FLAMERS, VIVE LA RESISTANCE B*TCHES!