Hey guys, this is my first fan fiction so please don't be too mean. Tell me if you liked it or not, I don't care, but if you do tell me you didn't like it, please don't be rude. So anyways this is a short text, but I'll make the other chapters way longer. It could even become a full-story if anyone wants it to be.

Be sure to tell me for things you'd like to see and if you like the idea.

"Regroup, don't let them take the advantage!" a voice yelled in a battlefield.

"It's no use Shade, we're surrounded."

"I won't give up milord", replied Shade before running towards the enemy force.

Shade was an incredible swordsman. Double-wielding blades, he was moving like water, his swords we're like wind and he would decimate troops like fire would. No one could hit him. Even his allies were in awe at his incredible speed and strength. Marth, behind him, hesitated for a moment before running after him. His sword-arm was nowhere near as extensive as his loyal guard, but he wasn't half-bad with his sword Falchion. While fighting, he observed all his loyal knights fighting for him. Feeling new energy running through his body, he made his mind clean; no one was going to die. Near him, Cain and Abel we're battling in duo and were quite useful in the warfare. Cecille was enjoying cutting enemies one after one with her lance. Rody and Luke we're fighting back-to-back under cover from Gordin and Ryan shooting arrows as fast as their arms would allow them to. Merric was cutting down waves of enemies with his wind blade spell Excalibur. Katarina, near him, would summon fireballs and thunderbolts upon enemy forces. Draug would be the mages shield with his huge armor. Marth's wife, Shiida would attack foes from her Pegasus throwing javelins or manipulating lances. Ogma, the mercenary would attack foes head on with his comrades, Bord, Cord and Barst. Behind the Altean Knights were Malicia, healing every soldier injured.

Although the Altean Knights were defending themselves like demons, their ranks started to weaken. Surrounded and on the brink of death, the soldiers would lose more terrain from second to second.

"This isn't over", mumbled Shade "Not unless I say it is!"

His words had the effect of a beacon of hope. He looked at the hundreds of men opposing him, and only said two words in the ancient language. A rain of light fell from the clouds, killing almost all the enemy force. The rare who survived tried to run but didn't make ten steps they were cut down by Shade.

"We didn't die?" Ogma was obviously confused. He didn't fear death; on the contrary, he believed courageous warriors dying on the battlefield were welcomed in the home of Naga, the Divine Dragon.

"Seems not", replied Marth "that was quite impressive Shade."

"Thanks"

"Where did you learn ancient tongue?" asked Merric.

"All magic users know it", Shade replied abruptly "I thought you would know".

"Well I know that, but I didn't know you could use magic" Merric chose to reply, his face suddenly pale.

Shade chose not to respond. He looked at everyone for a moment, then turned around to burn the dead bodies. A couple hours later, all bodies reduced to cinder, the Altean Knights made their way back to the castle. Marth had many questions in his head, and wanted to ask Malladus, Altea's tactician about information. He didn't know who it was that attacked them, but it certainly wasn't just some bandits. Never could bandits be so numerous. The troops out there numbered in hundreds of man, it was certainly another kingdom, but in times of peace like this, who would attack him. Altea is the strongest kingdom in Archanea; it must have been planned for months, or even years. Determined to save his people and his family, he advanced proudly towards his castle. He promised himself as long as he drew breath, nobody would take his castle. Little did he know the enemy force he encountered today was but a small fraction of the army wishing for Altea's walls to crumble…