This story is rated M for violence, language and sexual content
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem, Nintendo and Intelligent System is just a fanfic written by a fan.
Fire Emblem: Legend Of The Chaos Hero
Book One: In The Grip Of Hatred
By Chaos Hero Mark
Prologue: Disappear
"It was finally time for me to leave. I have done my part and therefore have no obligation to remain here. When I became the tactician of this army , I didn't expect things to turn out like this. They were all tired, but relieved when it ended. Light came back to this world... but it will not last. When they defeated Nergal, this war was over... but mine wasn't."
A young man sprinted away from the Dragon's Gate. His brown hair was shoulder lengthed and his eyes were light-green. His clothing consisted of brown pants, dark brown boots lengthed below the knees, a white shirt with a brown open vest top, green cloak and a scimitar strapped to his side. Running through the thick forest patches; hoping to lose his trail; he came to an old ruin. Most of it's structure was covered in thicket. He stood in front thinking.
"Sorry everyone, but you can't come where I'm going."
He went inside and started searching for a unique teleport seal he found by accident a few months ago.
"It's for the best anyway."
The inside ruins was dim and he couldn't see clearly. His face showed signs of irritation.
"Dammit, where is it?!"
He kept looking until he saw a portion as most of it is covered in thicket.
"There it is."
Removing the patches of grass; he looked to see if anyone may have trailed him.
"I know they have many questions to ask me, but I can't involve myself with them anymore. I feel bad for them though. Especially Lyn, you remind me of -"
The youth interrupted his thoughts as he realized he had to go. He stepped inside the seal on the floor and tried to remember the teleport incantation a friend taught him. After he remembered; spoke the words; the seal started to glow a lavender color and said color soon enveloped him. As he was glowing he saw before him various streams. He pulled out his scimitar and grazed the seal with it, damaging it so that no-one else have access to this place. Putting away his sword he turned to the streams and saw the one he was looking for. He touched it and soon found himself being pulled into it. It's as though he was flying and drifting at the same time. His surroundings were auras of different colors in the skies. As he was near his destination, he saw an open field of grass similar to the plains of Sacae that Lyndis loved so much, except the grass was purple. There was a small, old cottage; a short distance from it there was a crystal clear pond and a tree with dark blue leaves. Surrounding the landscape were patches of forests and mountains. He landed his feet onto the grounded spot where the seal was and the streams disappeared. The young man took a moment to look at his surroundings before he sighed.
"Okay Mark. How are you gonna do this?"
He took another look at the surroundings and then checked to see if he had all his belongings. His scimitar on his side and glasses in his shirt pocket. Mark forgot only one thing... and started panicking.
"Oh no, no, nono... Shit this isn't happening!!"
He felt frustration building up within him. After a while, he gained his composure; knowing it's too late to go back, Mark headed for the cottage. His expression became one of sadness.
"It looks so old. Has it been so long since I've been here?"
Mark had his right-hand on the sword hilt and left on the door handle. Turning it and pushing it open slowly, he was alert to his surroundings. Across the room he saw wooden practice weapons in the form of a pair of swords, axes and lances. Next to those lied a pair of small bows; a broom and a pair of leather breastplate armor. Above the assortment of practice weaponry he saw a moderate sized window with a missing hinge. To his right he saw small table and on the wall is a small portrait of a woman. Seeing all of this swept Mark with noglastia as he went to take a closer look at the painting when the light became dim. He turned to see through the window that it was sunset already.
"Looks like be spending the night here then."
Mark went to a corner and cleared some dust with the broom. Then he settled down ;scimitar kept close to him, and covered himself with his green cloak.
As Mark drifted to sleep, there was only silence. There wasn't even crickets chirping nor did the wind breezed in the surroundings. Silence, Mark's dreams and loneliness were his only company.
"Why do I feel so attached to them... they were so different. In the end, I had to leave them and return home. No, I can't think of them anymore. Some of them will be angry, but it matters not if they can't find me. I have to focus now on the task at hand. Heh, I'm sure that 'ass' Gathian and his council of yes men won't be welcoming me back with open arms. I am curious as to how father's doing though. I hope he's still the same person and not listening to the shit Gathian's feeding everyone. Speaking of father, I wonder how he took the death of Francis and Gustav? It must have crushed him, but he has a way of brushing it off as though he didn't care. And what of Cassandra? She must really miss Edgar. We use to practice here and play games. This was our special meeting place. How things have changed...."
- X -
As the first ray of light hit the cabin, Mark slowly began to stretch himself; rub the sleep out of his eyes and got to his feet. To his left stood a young man. His black hood was lifted back revealing his face. He was a bit older looking than Mark, had blue eyes and was in his mid 20's. His long dark; purple hair was tied in a pony-tail style. He was wearing a lavender breastplate; cream-colored pants and black boots. He looked at Mark with a warm smile as Mark ran to embrace him. Moments passed and then they released each other.
"Edgar.....How have you been?" Mark said with a slight smile.
"I'm well. Thank you for coming."
Their expressions became serious.
"Mark. What's wrong?"
"I forgot to bring it with me."
Edgar closed his eyes briefly and said. " That's okay. But I hope you can still make it work."
The pair took a slow walk outside as Edgar smiled at him. " I'm sure you have so much to tell me and I the same."
"Yes, I do." As his face lit up he asked. "Edgar, how is Cassandra? Have you seen her?"
"Yes I have. And she wishes to see you as well."
There was a short silence before Edgar spoke.
"Tell me Mark. Do you... have anyone "special" in your life."
At hearing this Mark became irritated. "Edgar! We've barely talked for a moment and you're already asking me that?!"
"Sorry Mark. You seemed morbid, so I had to say something to get your attention. But seriously, are you in a relationship?"
Mark thought for a moment. When Lyn's image came to mind he said. " Since you're known to keep 'gawking' to me about women, the short answer is "no"."
Edgar was shocked. "Surely you jest Mark! How can you live your life like that? I knew you weren't interested in relationships back then but I thought that time would change your mind."
Mark's expression didn't change. "There are other things to live for. Duty, revenge, honor and power. Let's be honest here, love's not special, I don't see why everyone makes a fuss about it."
Edgar face became serious as they stopped walking. "This is coming from someone who has never never been in -" He spoke before Mark cut him off.
"Edgar stop!! I didn't come to here for this kind of nonsense!" Mark's tone had a hint of anger in it. A moment of silence passed and Mark spoke again with sadness."Edgar I'm sorry. I didn't mean -"
"It's okay my friend. " Edgar tried to reassure his friend. "I didn't mean to vex you. Forgive me."
Mark stared at his friend for a while, wondering where this is coming from. The older youth then said. "I was testing you. I needed to know if you had any ties that should be severed." The Tactician thought for a moment about what he said as Edgar continued. "If your companions come looking for you, it will cause problems."
"Don't worry about that." He lowered his head to avoid Edgar's eyes. "I'm sure they won't. And besides, even though I don't have it, I can still make this work. Have you gotten a seat in the council?"
Edgar replied with a hint of distaste. "Yes, I have."
"Then here's what we'll do."
As Mark went over the details of the plan with Edgar, he saw his friends face darkened. He didn't like the sudden change of plan. Thankfully, Mark's managed to convince him it would be the best route, although it would take long. As they went on their way, Mark never showed it, but he was happy to see his friend returning to his former self. It's been a long time since he saw the Edgar he once knew. Since that time...
Author's Notes - My first fic and I'm testing the waters on this one. Feel free to read and review. I won't force you to do either against your will though. I'm writing this fic for myself, but glad that you are entertained by reading this. If you do review though, show me where I can improve (No flaming please).
