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Hello, all fellows in . This is LilithArtist, and this is my first time presenting a fanfic because I've never tried this; so, please don't be too hard on me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Valkyria Chronicles, but I own this story and the OCs involved in it.
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Alonzo Marsden
I am Sergeant Alonzo Marsden, of the Gallian Militia, of the 7th squadron.
It is the 15th day of the fifth month, and it's my first time charging into the front lines against the Imperial troops. Apparently, we have received a distress message from a small village under threat of being raided. I have been sent in along with several new recruits, along with veterans Rosie Starks and Largo, to perform a rescue and offensive counterattack. Our new sniper unit, known as William Tell, is coming with us as well.
William used to fight with the Imperial Army back in the War, but after a harsh battle in the fort of Ghirlandio, he surrendered, and was sent to prison. However, he was released earlier than planned because he cooperated with his captors. After a little time in a small farming community, he answered the call to arms and joined the Gallian Militia. None of us know why.
When we got there, we could see that the Imperials indeed were causing terror in the poor, little village indeed. There were soldiers all around town, and there was no sign of the citizens. They were trapped inside their homes. This is our charge, to save the people from the Imperial bullies.
Later
The battle was rough. The Imperial troopers were pretty tough soldiers indeed. We managed to slip into the gates, thanks to a decoy force set to draw the guards away. However, we ran into trouble with soldiers that tried to ambush us from within the village. My group and I were able to take out a great deal of them, and we were sure that we had taken care of them. Everyone else handled their job well, ensuring no one got hurt, and that the civilians were spared of any pain. William was able to provide support for us from a high structure and shot down several unsuspecting men who tried to sneak attack.
I had a surprise, though, when I happened across a strangely dark-red house with a wooden door in the middle of town. My men didn't know what to do about it, so I knocked on the door as loud as I could over the gunfire.
"Hey, is anybody home?!" I called out.
"Yes!" A young woman's voice replied frightfully.
"Are you hurt, ma'am?! Are you well?!"
"No! I'm fine!" she replied.
I breathed a sigh of relief. She must've been prepared for their attack, I thought.
"But there are still three more soldiers out there, heading this way!"
I jumped as she said that. Were there really enemy soldiers that I missed? The boys didn't want to believe it, but I had to accept that it might be true.
"Let's move out!" I ordered, "There are still three more men out there! Let's take them out!"
We took positions near the woman's house, and waited for them to come. Soon enough, there really were three soldiers after all. They were looking for us, hoping to ambush us. Sadly for them, we actually caught them off guard. I charged at them without warning, hitting them quickly before they could react. My men handled everything else, and we were finished before we knew it.
Of course, I wanted to know how our trapped citizen was, so I approached the door when the gunfire subsided.
"It's safe, ma'am," I called out, "You can come out."
Then, the door opened wide slowly, and a young woman of unusual character stepped out of the house. She was dressed as if she were a gypsy…or perhaps an exotic fortuneteller, and had bangles worn near her ankles. The eye on her shirt further emphasized her strange looks. What was even more perplexing was that one of her eyes was colored opposite of her right eye.
Even though she probably did help us in some way or another, I have no idea what to make of her at all.
"Nice to meet you, sir," she said politely.
I was too baffled to speak at first. Her strangeness was just quite a sight.
"What's your name?" I asked, feeling I should at least know who she is called.
She smiled. "Isabella Hobbs."
"Miss Hobbs, how did you know there were more men out there?" I asked her, "We were sure that there were no more than twenty-seven men. Yet, you somehow knew where they are. What are you supposed to be?"
Her face became slightly serious as she noticed how confused I was.
"I'm a mystic, sir," she replied, "I may not look like much, but I have the power to sense coming hostile presence before danger can come to me. That's why I knew there were many men heading for the village before they attacked."
I had to think about this for a moment. Could she have, by any chance, warned the people ahead of time, or did everyone know as soon as she hid from danger?
"I see," I said hesitantly, "Well, the Imperials have been dealt with, so the village will be safe for a while. If you'll excuse me, Miss Hobbs, I'll have to report back to base. Take care, ma'am."
My men and I left the town, and we moved out back to the base. Once there, I gave our superiors the reports of our mission with other leaders reporting behind me. However, Miss Eleanor could tell right away that something was bothering me when my eyes lowered down to the floor with confusion.
"Something wrong, Sergeant?" she asked.
"Yes, sir," I replied, "I request permission to speak of personal matters."
"Go ahead, Sergeant," she said as she cued everyone else to leave.
"Earlier in the battlefield," I explained, "I happened across the residence of a civilian named Isabella Hobbs. Somehow, she knew that there were more soldiers than we anticipated. She detected three more that no one spotted until they came to our positions."
"You defeated them regardless?" Eleanor asked.
"Yes, sir. But something about Miss Isabella Hobbs confuses me," I replied, "She claims that she is a mystic who can detect hostile presence before they even come. I had no idea what to make of her at all. What do you know about Isabella Hobbs?"
As I stood there, Captain Eleanor walked calmly, albeit seriously toward a file cabinet regarding civilians in Gallia; then, she pulled out a folder that was printed "Isabella Hobbs" on the edges. When she sat down, she began to search in the few papers that would hold valuable information. Suddenly, she had a slight crease on her forehead when she frowned in disappointment.
"It seems we do have records regarding Miss Hobbs," Captain Eleanor explained, "She was orphaned at a very young age and raised in an orphanage between the borders of Gallia and Imperial Europan. However, no information was known about her regarding her bloodline or why she had heterochromia. There were no other records of her when she disappeared from the orphanage in her early teen years. After that, the only other information we could get about her is that she reads the future for the village we rescued from the Imperials. Other than what I have told you, there is not much regarding Miss Hobbs at all."
I was more confused than ever. Why wasn't there much information on her when she might've been in Gallia for a good amount of time now? I didn't want to push the matter any further.
"Thank you, Captain," I said, "That is all I want to know for now."
"I see," she simply replied, "You may go now. Good work, Sergeant Marsden."
As I left the office, I kept thinking about those few reports on Isabella. As far I can tell, she is a very mysterious one; for how could anyone not know so much about her despite the fact she has lived in Gallia? Could something have happened in her life that nobody knew about? I don't know. All I can do now is prepare myself for any other campaigns that would occur in the future. Maybe I could meet up with her one day, and get the truth from her.
At the very least, this chance encounter reminded me of my reason for being here. No matter what it takes, I want to protect Gallia and its people, just like my father did. I will fight for it if I have to.
