Disclaimer: I don't Fire Emblem, which belongs to IS.(Shame really, if I did, I would have done something about Radiant Dawn's lackluster ending)
My first upload, with some advice from Solstone! Hopefully this humble prologue will attract some sort of review.
So it begins:
"This is Lyre Swiftpaw coming to you live from Gallia's most prominent hospital and research facility, Refuge of Strength. As you can see, the Gallian military's Impact battalions have been mobilized, and have erected a blockade. Authorities have been less than forthcoming with the details, but rest assured that we of Hawk News will be the first to know. Refuge of Strength CEO Riev Purge and Tricell's Gallian representative Glass Godslay have politely refused to comment on the mystery that is Refuge. This is Lyre Swiftpaw from Hawk News, reporting live from Refuge of Strength, back to you Sain."
For all the technological advancements made in the last century one would think that the waiting room of Castle Crimea would at least have a high definition TV, but no such luck. One thing remains constant-- news channels around the world often provide more information to mercenaries then even some of the most deeply placed informants. Gallia was trouble, Ike knew it deep in his bones, but hopefully Elincia only asked for his presence for tea and biscuits.
Ike sighed. The trip to Begnion had been tiring, so much so that when the Greil Mercenaries returned to Crimea that Ike seriously considered ignoring the summons Elincia had sent him. But Elincia had requested his presence and tired as he was, he would oblige. But still, he really didn't want to deal with Shinon and Boyd.
Another sigh, long, worn, and bemused as he observed the antics of his fellow mercenaries, mainly one Boyd and one Shinon, who had probably called Boyd something in the vein of: idiot, stupid, lump, rock-for-brains, lover-of-pink, or perhaps even…No, not even Shinon could be THAT stupid…Could he? No, Shinon was about as nice as a PMSing Lethe but he wouldn'-
"WHAT? GET BACK HERE YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING SCUMBAG! I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU EAT YOUR-"
Ike resisted the urge to smash his face on his palm. Shinon would, of course he would, he was Shinon! Fate seemed to enjoy spiting him, especially when it came to Shinon.
Thankfully, Ike was spared the chore of preventing a furious Boyd from throwing things (with startling accuracy) at the smirking sniper due to the timely arrival of his second, Titania, who promptly tore both a proverbial new one in addition to reminding them that they were in Castle Crimea and that-
Whatever Titania had planned to say was lost with the arrival of Renning. His expression tight, his gaze blank, dark bags gathered under his eyes and his hair was streaked with gray. He gestured for Ike and his compatriots to follow him.
"There is a situation. A very dangerous situation, follow me."
"That's not a good sign" whispered Rolf "Renning, he looks, old, where did all that gray hair come from and where is-"
"Hush Rolf, we'll know soon enough." Ike dropped his hand to Ettards' holster. "I'm more than willing to bet it has something to do with the situation in Gallia right now."
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