This is about the epic battles of many of my favorite characters. First is Joshua vs. Carlyle.
CR:I don't own Fire Emblem, damn it! LEAVE ME ALONE!!
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Corpses were everywhere. The air was filled with the stench of blood and sweat. The halls were bloodied, weapons lay scattered. But that was of little importance to him at the moment. The swordmaster moved like one possessed. One was foolish enough to get in his way, and was cut down like a fly. His companions were confused and frightened at his behavior. How could such a carefree man possess such a killing intent?
He ascended the steps, cutting down yet another fool, and there, he stopped as he gazed at his final enemy. "...Why?" he asked. "...Why Carlyle? Why did you do this? You...You were the Queen's most trusted man. It was you who taught me to weild a sword! How could you do this!?"
The swordsman sitting on the throne looked at him as if he were a ghost. "Your face..." he said softly as he stood. "So..You come back..But it is too late, Joshua...Your too late to change what has occured..." He unsheathed his sword. Along the blade were magic runes. As he gripped it, it was bathed in an eerie green glow.
Joshua slid into a stance, unsheathing his own crimson blade. "...You gave me this sword...and now I'll use it to cut you down." He swore. Both swordsmen held their stance as the flame headed swordsmans companions watched, but didn't dare interfere. Suddenly, they vanished. There was a blur, the sound of metal striking metel, and the Swordmasters reappared on the opposite sides, backs turned to eachother, crouching somewhat.
Standing again, they turned to face eachother. Again, they vanished. This time, there were many sword strikes before they reappared. Again, neither were harmed. Joshua turned, his blade held in the same stance as before. Carlyle turned to face him. "..Your eyes." he said calmly. "...They hold the same firey spirit as your father...my dear friend..."
"Shut up!" Joshua shouted. "Don't dare call him your friend! You betrayed his memory! Betrayed your country! Your Queen! You betrayed me!" With a battle cry, he rushed forward, vanishing again. Carlyle merely stood there. "...You are right.." he said softly..."But I will not turn back." HE raised his sword, and metal sounded again as Joshua stood there. "Now...Witness my power..." The swords eerie green glow resonated brightly, and the room was suddenly filled with a powerful wind.
Joshua felt a blade cut through his shoulder, yet there was none. Merely the gale. Then another, to his side. And then his arm. Rage consumed the young man as he charged forward once more. Instead of vanishing however, his body created after images, and all charged before vanishing together. Carlyle tried to move, but it was too late. Blood burst from his arm, then his ribes, then his stomace and chest. And finally, Joshua appeared before him.
"Why?" he demanded. He grabbed the former general and slammed him into the wall. "WHY CARLYLE!? WHY!?" He shouted. There was a killer intent in his eyes.
"I...I..." Carlyle struggled to speak, and coughed up blood. "I...wanted us to be...together..." Joshua's hands went limp, and Carlyle fell to the floor. SLowly, he knelt down besides the man. "I'm...so sorry..I couldn't...control my desires..I..." he gasped for air. His sword hand twitched slightly, and as if understanding, Joshua slid the Wind Blade into his hand. Carlylye gripped it, and willed his arm to rest the blade against his chest. "...You have become a strong man...Joshua..." he whispered. "I only wish..I had done things differently..I would have been...honored to serve you..My captain..My...King..."
Joshua watched as life faded from the mans eyes. A man who had been there as a friend, as a teachetr, and as a father. As as he knelt there, covered in blood and wounds, the Tempest King cried.
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Anywho, theres my first chapter. Review.