Hey everyone, this is my first serious Fire Emblem Fanfic and some of you may have remembered my old OC fanfics, but now I guarantee that my writing has definitely improved and so has my grammar and punctuation. So please enjoy and leave a review, I'm always up for improving.
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It was nearly a day since the Battle of Hattin. My master, Sir Julian the Bold and I, Marcus, his squire, were one of the few lucky survivors of the disastrous battle, I took my wounded mentor on my horse and attempted to get farther from the Horns of Hattin to escape the Saladin's men. I had to make sure that Sir Julian was alright, after all those injuries he took. I looked behind myself to see if there were any more enemies following us. I figured it was time to stop running, so I stopped by a nearby oasis and let the horse drink while I tended to Sir Julian's wounds. I carefully set him down on the ground and took out a cloth to wipe his wounds.
"Stay still milord, and let me treat your wounds!" I shouted as I began to wipe the his bloody torso.
He weakly brushed the my hand away as I tried to stop the bleeding.
"Do not waste those precious items, I'm done for anyway…"
"Sire Julian! Do not waste your precious breath! I can still save you!" I cried as I struggled to find the healing herbs in my pouch.
"Marcus…" Julian called weakly.
"Wait! Let me find the herbs first!" I cried as I frantically searched for any herbs in my pouch.
"Marcus." the knight said sternly.
"Y-you will survive this! I swear on the Lord's name!" I said desperately as I finally bring out the herbs.
"MARCUS!" Julian shouted with all his strength as he tried to catch my attention.
That was it. I couldn't take it anymore, I tried to hold back my tears as I tried to look at his face.
"Milord, forgive me… I have failed you." I said as I slammed the ground in frustration.
He put his hand on my shoulder, asking.
"Marcus, can you do me a favour?"
"Anything." I replied, as I looked at him attentively.
"In these final hours of mine, could you please hear my last words?" he said with a weak smile.
"Sire…" I weakly said.
"You were always a brother to me, never forget that. It's been an honour fighting alongside you."
I couldn't answer, I tried so hard to deny it, but it was really happening. I listened attentively as Julian began to speak.
"You were always worthy of my honour and that is why I bestow this upon you." Julian said as he handed a rosary to me. The rosary was rather small, small enough for me to wear on my wrist.
"Since I will no longer be here, the Lord will be your Shepherd, he will always be there to help you and to save you from all perils, just call out to him and he will beckon." Julian said as he began to cough more and more.
"I will guard this precious relic with my life!" I said with a sincere tone as I wore the rosary on my wrist.
"I am not finished, grab that package over there, and take out its contents." Julian instructed as he looked over to the pouch that laid next to the horse.
I walked over to the package that was wrapped in cloth. I unwrapped it to see his prized sword that he named "Alexander",
"He wants me to have this sword!? His most prized weapon!?" I thought to myself as I examined the sword and its sheathe.
The sword was an elegantly crafted broadsword, with the templar sign embedded on the hilt and guard. It's guard was made with an iron/gold alloy also with the templar sign embedded on it. Words were also inscribed onto the sword's guard, reading "Pacem in terris".
I took a step back, realising just how important this relic was,
"This doesn't belong in the hands of a mere squire like me!"
"Milord, this is too much, this relic should be buried along with you!" I said with humility as I tried to hand it to Julian.
Julian just simply laughed as he looked at me with a weak smile, still struggling to even breathe.
"We both know that I won't be making it back home." he simply said.
What he said hit me like a knife. I thought to myself, we barely even escaped the slaughter at Hattin, how would we even get ourselves back to Britain? Let alone, escape the Muslims?
I was simply caught in my thoughts until I heard a noise coming from the other side of the oasis. I listened carefully and heard a familiar language of Arabian.
"It must be Saladin's men! They were able to track us!" I shouted as I tried to pack up my things and get to my horse.
In my hurry, I accidentally packed the sword onto the horse's saddle, as I tried to bring Julian back to my horse, he refuses, saying.
"Do not bring me, my fate lies here!" he said as he spit blood, as he struggled to speak.
"Sire! I can't leave you here!" I shouted as tried to convince him to come with me.
"There's no time! You must save yourself!" he said as he gave me another reassuring smile.
I hesitated for a moment until I heard one of the men shout,
"Ha hua! 'iitlaq alnnar ealayh!"* the supposed leader of the group shouted as he pointed towards me from the other side.
I quickly ran to my horse and got onto the saddle and immediately galloped away as fast as I could. As I ran away, I heard Julian shout to me,
"Run! Don't look back, just run!" I heard him shout.
I followed his advice as I ignored all the arrows being shot at me, until I felt a sharp pain in my right shoulder. I screamed in pain as I desperately tried to get farther. I figured that one of them got a lucky shot at me but I didn't worry about that, I just kept running.
I merely kept running until my horse couldn't run anymore. I looked around to see that I was in the desert at midday. I slowly let myself off my horse and started treating my wounded shoulder.
I already had a cloth ready to stop the bleeding and some spare wine to clean the wound, all I needed to do was to remove the arrow. I secretly prayed that the arrow wasn't barbed, because that would make it much harder for me. I gave the arrow a little tug and then screamed in pain.
"Damn it! It's barbed!" I said through clenched teeth as I struggled to regain my composure.
I grabbed the arrowhead firmly and did a mental count.
"Okay… On the count of three. One. Two. THREE!"
I ripped the arrow off my shoulder, the pain putting me in total shock. With the scorching heat and the shock and blood loss, I felt very weak as I struggled to regain consciousness. As the world went blurry, Julian's last words still rung in my head.
"Run! Don't look back, just run! Just run! Run! Run!"
I tried to stand up and reach for my cloth in my dizzy state but as soon as I could stand, I fell down with a heavy thud.
Then the world went dark.
I started to regain consciousness as I heard different voices around me, one sounding like a scream of horror and the worried expression of someone else. I felt my body being carried over to what looked like a village. I barely saw where they put me before I fainted again.
As I slept, I began to saw visions. I saw Jerusalem, the Holy City, under siege, I saw the tens of thousands of men who were invading. I watched helplessly as the walls began to fall and as Saladin's men poured into the city. I was horrified to see the tragic loss of the Holy Lands and all I could do what scream.
"Jerusalem has fallen!" I shouted as I quickly got up.
I woke up in fear as I looked around the room. The house looked oddly similar to one of our houses back at home. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief as I looked around the room.
"How the hell did I make it back to Europe so quickly? Last time I checked, I was still in Palestine!"
I heard someone come in as I looked at the doorway to see a village maiden bring me a wet towel. She gives me a surprised look as she walks in and accidentally drops the towel.
"Oh! You're awake! The doctor didn't expect you to get up so quickly!"
"Wait, is she speaking english!? Am I finally back in Britain!?"
I chuckled and said.
"Oh well, what can I say?" I commented smiling as I got off my bed.
I briefly looked around the room to see a fireplace with a pot, cooking some kind of stew. There was also a small table next to the fire place with a bowl of fruit and half-eaten bread. I checked outside the window and saw the active town square with many sorts of vendors.
I took the blanket off my body to only see myself in different clothes, I looked down closely to see that I was no longer wearing my normal tunic and instead, I wore a leather vest that was on top of a clean white tunic. My trousers were still the same brown trousers I usually wore but my boots felt different. I inspected them to see that they were fur-coat boots, very soft and comfortable yet tough and resilient. I looked for my gloves but all I found were a pair of leather gauntlets. I wondered wear my normal clothing went and asked the maiden.
"Where are my normal clothes?"
"When we found you, your clothes were badly tattered, we had to give you a fresh set of clothes just to keep you warm." she said as she handed me the wet towel.
I immediately wiped my face and took a step outside. I stepped outside to see a busy town, with many of its inhabitants walking around the town square. Before I begun to walk out, the maiden handed me a package saying,
"Here is your package, we found it alongside your horse when you were injured." she said as she pointed towards a heavily armoured horse in the stables.
"Oh thanks, I'll just unwrap this package."
I unwrapped the linen cloth and saw Sir Julian's sword in its sheathe. I looked at it carefully to see if it was really true.
"Sire Julian's sword… So that wasn't a dream after all…" I thought as I attached the weapon to my belt.
I walked over to the stables to grab Sir Julian's horse but I saw a red-headed merchant with a huge backpack approach me. She looks at me with a smile and says.
"Excuse me sir, but I can't help but notice how fancy-looking your horse is." she said as she looked with awe at the heavily-armored horse.
"Oh, this isn't my horse, this belongs to my master." I humbly replied/
"Oh is he rich? I'm just wondering." she said as she looked directly at me.
"Only one of the finest knights in Europe." I said with pride.
"Ooh… What's that place? Are you a foreigner?"
What the woman just said caught me off-guard.
"What the hell? This woman doesn't even know Europe? Am I not in Europe right now?!" I thought as I stared into empty space.
"Sooo….. Anyway, if there's anything you need, just ask me! Just so you know, tourism costs extra!" she said as she winked at me and walked away.'
I tried to stop her, still confused with her whimsical behavior, I called out to her, shouting.
"Wait! Who are you?" I asked as I caught up to her.
"I'm Anna the Merchant, and what's your name?" she asked as she gave me a playful smile.
"Marcus, Marcus of Canterbury!" I replied.
"I'll try to remember that, here's my card!" she said as she handed me a car before disappearing into the crowd.
I took a peek at the card, it read, "ANNA THE MERCHANT, BEST MERCHANDISE IN ALL OF YLISSE!"
Just by seeing the name of where I am raised a lot of questions.
"Is that where I am? Ylisse? Is that Greek settlement? It almost sounds like Ulysses…"
I was once again caught in my thoughts until I heard someone scream.
"Plegian bandits are coming this way! Everyone run!" someone screamed as he tried to run through the panicked crowd.
"Another unknown nationality?" I thought as I scratched my head in frustration as I tried to wrap my head
"Plegian? What type of nationality is that?" I thought as I looked at the panicked crowd.
I realized that no matter what country I was in, there were still going to be bandits.
"Doesn't matter, they're going to hurt someone if I don't stop them." I thought as I clutched onto "Alexander" tightly.
Before I went to confront the brigands, I quickly put on a cloak and said a short prayer to Mother Mary. As I went towards the direction everyone was running from. Someone grabbed onto me screaming.
"Are you crazy!? There are bandits in that direction!" she said as she tried to pull me away.
"If someone doesn't stop them, then no one will." I said as I shook her arm off and walked towards the danger.
I stopped to see a group of eleven men approaching the town. The men's clothing was rather diverse. Some were dressed like the barbarians back at home, others wore strange clothing and a few were wearing strange pointy hats and red cloaks.
"Are those witches!?" I thought as I likened their clothing to that of sorcerers.
As they drew closer, I unsheathed my sword and pointed it at them, shouting.
"Take no further step, barbarian!" I warned as I drew my sword.
The supposed leader laughed and the others with him.
"Look at this! We've just arrived and we're already being welcomed!" he chuckled as he smiled evilly.
He then points at one of the sorcerers, saying.
"You over there! Mage! Make an example of 'im" he commanded.
"Gladly!" the magician said as he stepped forward and opened his book.
"Is he going to cast some sort of witchcraft on me? Hopefully the Lord will protect me!" I thought as I clutched my weapon tightly.
As I thought, the magician incanted some sort of spell and a ball of fire appeared in his hand. My eyes widened as he cast a large flame towards me. I instinctively block the flame with my sword, but that didn't stop the flame from engulfing me. The leader sneered and said,
"Roasted, like my favorite pork!" he said as the rest of his gang laughed with him.
After the smoke settled, the gang stared at me wide-eyed as they didn't see a scratch on me. I checked myself to see that my clothes were still intact and that my hair was only slightly singed. The leader looked slightly annoyed and told one of the strange swordsmen,
"Myrmidon! Help the mage in taking care of this stubborn bastard! We've got to finish the job before those blasted Shepherds arrive!" he said as he pointed toward me.
"Hmph." the myrmidon simply said as he got into fighting stance.
The myrmidon immediately attempted to slash down on me but I instantly blocked it. Both of us clashed as we struggled to gain control over the other.
As were were fighting, the leader and the rest of his gang walked past me and started to cause chaos, I angrily called for the leader shouting.
"Hey you coward! Get back here!" I demanded as I tried to look behind myself.
"Don't worry, you won't stand a chance against us anyway!" the mage laughed as he casted another fire ball at me.
I immediately dodged the fireball and attempted to strike the mage, but the myrmidon immediately stopped me saying,
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You know it's rude to leave someone hanging." he said as he began to strike me.
I blocked the strike and jumped back as the magician tried to hit me with another fire ball. I stumbled as I tried to return to fighting stance. I watched as they reformed and prepared to attack. I thought to myself.
"This is gonna be a looooong day…"
I got onto my feet and prepared to strike once again
As the Shepherds gathered outside the town. Lissa points towards the town in shock.
"Chrom, look! The town!" she said as she looked in worry.
"Those blasted brigands must be the cause!" Chrom said through clenched teeth.
"Milord, what about him?"
"Robin can wait! We have to save the townspeople first!" Chrom shouted as he ran into the town with the rest of the Shepherds
"Wait! What about—" Robin said as he tried to go after them.
Chrom and his gang reach the town to already find it in flames.
"Damnit! The town's already ablaze!" Chrom cursed as they reached the town.
The Shepherds spotted the carnage caused by the brigands and heard the cries of the townspeople deeper within the village.
"Chrom, we have to stop them!" Lissa said as she listened to the horrific suffering of the villagers.
"Wait!" shouted a familiar voice.
Chrom turned around to see Robin running after them while holding a tome.
"Robin what are you doing here?"
"Well, to be honest, I just found out that I can use magic and maybe I could be of some assistance." Robin said with a shrug.
"Be careful Robin, these barbarians have no mercy, it's kill or be killed!" Frederick warned as they went towards the town square.
As they walked towards the town square, they caught glimpse of an intense fight taking place, a very unfair one. They looked in horror as the two Plegians double-team the poor warrior.
Lissa pointed at the ensuing battle in shock. "Chrom! We have to save him!"
Chrom unsheathed his sword and raised it.
"Yes! We have to save as many lives as we can!" he said as he charge into the fray
I was exhausted. Being caught in a tactical dead-end while fighting these guys. My entire battle was just a repetition of dodge-and-strike. I wiped the sweat of my face and got into defensive stance.
"Dammit, if only I had some game-changer! Maybe I could turn the tables on these bastards!"
My thought process was interrupted by another fireball flying towards my face. Out of instinct, I hit it with my sword and it deflected and flew towards another direction. I took the time to process this new information, then grinned. The mage and myrmidon looked at me with genuine shock before attempting to attack once again. I finally had a plan, and it was going to be put into action.
As I immediately ran towards the mage, he threw another fireball at me but I deflected it towards the myrmidon who was attempting to intervene my strike. The plan worked the way I wanted to as the fire ball briefly distracted the myrmidon, which gave me enough time to attack the mage. Before he could even react, I plunged my sword through his stomach. Before he fell, I leaned towards his ear.
I whispered to his ear. "You can feel the burn. IN HELL!"
That was before I put my sword even deeper through his body. I drew my sword from his body and kicked it away. I looked at my new target who was still recovering from the unexpected fireball, I charged towards and before he could even block, I sliced his head clean off. As soon as I could confirm that both of the assailants were dead, I collapsed onto the ground, the smoke from the surrounding fires aiding in my exhaustion and light-headedness.
Chrom and his company watched in awe as the fighter immediately started another attack. They watched as he charged towards the mage and deflected the fire ball attack.
"Whoah! How did he do that!?" said Lissa as she looked in awe. "I never knew you could deflect magic!"
"You can't. That's what makes him strange…" Frederick warily said as he watched the ensuing battle.
They watched as he decapitated the myrmidon and collapsed on the ground.
Chrom scratched his head and sheathed his sword.
"I think it's best we ask him about that now." Chrom said as he approached the mysterious fighter.
I nearly had heart-attack when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I immediately pointed my sword towards the stranger but lowered it to only see soldiers. At least, I think they were. One looks like a legitimate knight with his armour and lance, the blue-haired one looks like a knight with only one shoulder piece, the cute blond girl was wearing a dress that was meant for parties and the last guy with white hair was wearing a strange dark cloak, which seems to be covered in strange patterns.
The blue-haired one offered me hand and lifted me up. As I prepared to go further into the town square I heard him ask.
"How did you that?"
I turned towards him. "Do what?"
"How did you deflect that fire ball?"
I got a little annoyed at his question but I responded nicely.
"Can we talk about this later? We still have brigands to kill!" I replied as I began walking towards the church.
"Wait! Its better if we stick together! Sir— What's your name?" the blue-haired man
"Marcus, Marcus of Canterbury. How about you?"
"My name is Chrom, the knight over there is Frederick, the short girl is Lissa, and that man in the cloak is Robin."
I gave everyone a simple nod before looking at the church, where the brigands were putting up their last stand. Chrom came up to my side asking,
"Okay, well since you've been here earlier, can you tell what happened?"
I told him of all the events that took place in the village, before and after the barbarians came.
"Okay, so now that they know we're here, they're setting up their last stand at the church over there?"
I nodded at his statement. I saw him raise his sword and shout.
"Then who are we to grant their final wishes!" he said as we marched to the church.
As I joined the group and walked towards the church, I heard cries and panic within the church and found to my horror that they were trapped inside the church. I went up to Chrom and warned him of the townspeople in the church.
"You're right we have to save them! But how do we get past all those men?"
He looked towards Robin asking.
"Any ideas?"
Robin started stroking his chin in his "thinking pose" as he looked at the men at the church front. He looked at me and asked.
"Can you really deflect magic?"
I gave him a nod of agreement. He then starts rubbing his hands together in enthusiasm. He then started giving us instructions of our formations.
"This is bridge is a bit narrow, it can only fit about three of if we move side-by-side, which means I have an idea for our next move!" Robin said as he started analysing the surroundings.
"Okay, Marcus, you take the front, and deflect anything that mage throws at us!" he said as he pointed me towards my position.
"Chrom and Frederick you take the sides and take on any infantry that gets too close." he said as he showed both of them to their respective places.
He then walks behind me.
"I'll hang back here and provide the cover fire! Since Lissa is the most delicate, we'll leave her at the very back."
"Hey! I'm not delicate!" she said pouting.
I chuckled at his comment and so did the rest of the group.
Once we got to formations, I heard Robin shout.
"On my count, we charge! Three. Two. One."
We readied, ourselves before hearing Robin shout.
"CHARGE!"
We immediately begun our advance, I made sure no sort of magic got past me by hitting them. Chrom and Frederick immediately destroyed any man that dared go near our defensive wall. Robin kept raining thunder on the rest of the troopers while Lissa stayed safe behind Robin. I watched as Chrom and Frederick effortlessly sliced any warrior that got in their way, until we got close to the mage, who I had the privilege of finishing off. With Robin's made short work of the rest of the brigands. Except for one very stubborn leader.
"Give it up!" You're surrounded!"
"Yea, but I still got all the cards. Isn't that right?" he cockily said as he looked behind Chrom.
We heard a scream as we turned around to see Lissa being held captive by another ruffian. The leader laughed and shouted.
"Once we're done, she'll bring some nice coin!" he mocked as he began backing off.
I panicked, one of the weakest members of the group was being held hostage. I swore under breath as I tried to think of a way to save her. In my frantic search for something to help, I came upon a hatchet, dropped by one of the dead ruffians. I picked it up and threw it at the hostage taker's legs. He screams in pain and lets go of Lissa, I took advantage of the small window of time and sliced his stomach open before he could draw his axe.
The leader looked almost rabid, seeing that he had lost all his cards, he blindly charges at Chrom as I tried to warn him. But to my surprise, Robin intervenes, wielding a bronze sword of his own and drops the leader before Chrom could get hurt. I was relieved to see everyone safe and looked around the village. I saw all the villagers come out of hiding and seeing their faces of relief and joy filled me with satisfaction. I stood from afar as I started to listen to the Shepherd's conversation.
"Well, that's the end of that." Robin commented.
"Lucky for the town, we were close by. But holy wow, Robin! You were incredible! Swords, sorcery, AND tactics! Is there anything you can't do?" Lissa excitedly said as she looked at Robin in awe.
"You're certainly no helpless victim, that much is for sure."
"I'm certainly quite the warrior indeed!" Robin said as he started rubbing the back of its head.
"Indeed. Perhaps you might even be capable of an explanation for how you came here?" Frederick said crossing his arms.
"I understand your skepticism, Sir Frederick. And I cannot explain why only some knowledge has returned to me. But please, believe me. I have shared all that I know." Robin said, avoiding eye contact with the skeptic knight.
"You fought to save Ylissean lives. My heart says that's enough." Chrom sincerely said as he put his hand
"And your mind, milord? Will you not heed its counsel as well?"
"Frederick, the Shepherds could use someone with Robin's talents. We've brigands and unruly neighbors, all looking to bloody our soil. Would you really have us lose such an able tactician? Besides, I believe his story, odd as it might be." Chrom defended.
"Th-thank you, Chrom." Robin said.
"So how about it? Will you join us, Robin?"
"I would be honored."
I realised that I still needed to find my way home so I snuck off to go back to the stables.
Chrom turns around to speak to Marcus, who also had been a major help in the fight.
"That applies to you to-" he interrupted as he saw that Marcus was no where to be found.
"Milord, I last saw him running for the stables, if you want to talk to him, then we must hurry."
"Right." Chrom nodded as he ran towards the stables with the rest of The Shepherds in tow.
I packed my things onto the horse, I made sure that I had everything, including my sword, my pouch and some food for the journey. I felt someone tap my shoulder, so I turned around to see a young village maiden who was obviously shy, based on her eye contact. She walks up to me and says.
"Thanks for helping the village! Here's some nice fruit tarts for the journey!"
She hands me the basket and I stuff it into my pouch and prepared to mount the horse and leave. That is, until I heard someone call me.
"Marcus!"
I turned to see that it was Chrom and the rest of his group.
"Yes?" I politely responded.
"Where are you going?" Lissa asked.
"I'm gonna find my way back home." I replied.
"But we have yet to thank you for helping save Ylissean lives." Chrom said.
"I don't need your thanks, I need to get back home." I bluntly said.
"You will not speak to the Prince of Ylisse in such a manner!" Frederick reprimanded.
"I do not serve your Kingdom! I only serve His Majesty, Henry the Second and His Holiness, Pope Urban the Third!" I shouted back.
"Frederick! Calm down! We'll solve this later!" Chrom shouted.
"I apologise milord." Frederick meekly replied.
Chrom then looked at me with exasperation.
"Look, I know you're desperate to leave, but can just come with us just so we can give you a chance to explain."
I looked at the rest of the group before responding.
"Fine. I'll accompany you to wherever you're going but as soon as we're done talking, I'm going back home."
"That's all we need." Chrom said with a sigh of relief.
As we began to exit the village, I heard a loud voice ring out.
"Milords! Milords!" One of the villagers was shouting, running up to them. "Please milords, we are a simple village, but we would be honoured to host you tonight! Give us a few hours and we can have a royal feast prepared for you all as thanks!
Fredrick shook his head. "While we appreciate the offer, we really must continue on to our destination with all due haste."
Lissa, however, had other plans.
"Dark meat for me, please, medium-well done, no salt in the soup… Wait, Fredrick, what?"
Chrom, Fredrick and Robin and I chuckled at the crestfallen look on Lissa's face.
"But it'll be dark soon!" she protested.
"Typical nobles." I thought as I watched her complain.
"And when it gets dark we'll camp the way we always do," Fredrick said, not unkindly. "Remember, milady, you're the one that insisted on joining us."
Lissa glared at the knight. "Fredrick? Sometimes I hate you."
Their laughter rang through the village as the quintet left, accepting thanks from the villagers as they went.
As we journeyed, I asked Chrom.
"Pardon me, Your Royal Highness but where are we going?"
"To the Capital, of course, we have to introduce both you and Robin to the Exalt! And don't give me any titles, just call me Chrom."
"Is that what you call your leader around these parts?" Robin asked.
"Yeah, and she's the best older sister anyone could ask for!"
"Wait you're also royalty!?" I asked in surprise
"Yeah! Didn't Chrom say that I was his sister? But don't you start calling "Your Highness!"" she replied.
"Good lord, how did I ever run into royalty like you?" I said as I wiped my forehead.
"It's just luck I guess." Robin joked.
As expected, it was getting dark. By dusk, we had already set up camp and Chrom and Robin left to find food. Lissa sat near the campfire for warmth while Frederick watched from afar. I realised it was time to pray so I walked away.
Lissa noticed and asked.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to pray, its customary to pray every dusk where I'm from." I responded.
"Well don't stay out too long, there are many beasts hanging about!" she said.
"I'll take note of that." I said with a nod.
As I looked for the perfect place to kneel, I found a nice rock to lean on, so i took off the rosary from my wrist and began reciting.
"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen" I said as I did the Sign of the Cross.
By the time I finished the rosary, I was already hungry. I made my way back to camp, but in my way, I spotted a lone rabbit hanging about in the thicket, I reached for my dagger as I crept up to it and I stabbed it before it could run away. I brought the carcass with me back to the camp and even though I have fruit and bread with me in my bag, I really needed some meat. I came back to hear Lissa complaining about bear meat and how it smelled like old boots.
"It's really not that bad," Robin said, placing a much smaller portion of meat in his mouth. "You just pretend that instead of the texture of boots and tasting like leather that the meat tastes like… you know. Meat."
"Meat will always be meat." I said as I walked in.
"Yes! Peter, please tell me you got food! I don't want to eat the disgusting bear mea- what is that!?"
"It's rabbit."
"Why did you kill the poor thing!?"
"Because I wanted to eat it, it's really tasty!"
"No, of course not! You can join the rest of the savages over there!" she pointed at Robin and Chrom, who were eating there bear meat and chorusing every bite.
I chuckled as I sat down next to Robin who offered me a piece of bear meat. I decline it saying.
"No thanks, I don't really like bear."
"Why?" he asked.
"I prefer a nice roasted rabbit."
I put the dead rabbit on a stake and roasted it in the fire. Once it was roasted, I sprinkled some spices on them. I looked at Lissa who was enviously watching us eat. I went to my horse and took out my parcel and looked for some food. I came back with a loaf of bread and an apple, I offered it to Lissa.
"If you hate bear, might as well have some of these."
She beamed at me and immediately took the food.
"Thanks Marcus! You're the best!"
The rest of the meal went undisturbed, Chrom finally finished his meal. He wiped his mouth as he tried to talk.
"Well, since Marcus is the only new addition who doesn't have amnesia, we might as well ask all about him first."
"Yeah! You have some explaining to do!" Lissa joined in.
Robin and Frederick sat opposite to me as I was going to tell them who I am and where I'm from.
"Okay, as you know, my name is Peter, I am from Canterbury and I am a squire to Knight Julian."
"A person of your skill and caliber? Just a squire?" Chrom asked.
"I admit I am very skilled with a sword and even my master has admitted that I was close to surpassing him."
"Go on."
"I am 18 years old and I am a Catholic believer."
"What's a Catholic?" Lissa asked.
"Catholicism is a monotheistic religion that believes that there is only deity and creator.."
"What are the stories and legends that back this "Catholicism"?" Frederick asked.
I got my pouch and took out a thick book that read "Vulgate".
"You better stay awake on this one, because this will be a long story."
I opened the book and said.
"We will start where it all began."
"Into your dreams. Into your sleep. Until you break. Until you yield. I send the swarm! I send the horde! Thus saith the Lord" I recited loudly.
"Eeek!" Lissa shrieked before she nearly fell back.
"What's the problem Lissa?"
"That part was really scary! Sending swarms of bugs is never a good thing!"
"Well, geez, might as well close up right now, while you still can sleep!" I said as I closed the book
"He's right, we still have to make the journey to Ylisse!" Chrom said as he stretched and yawned.
"Yeah, we still have a long journey milady!" Frederick said as he escorted Lissa to her tent
"Aw fine! But you'll still continue the story, right?" Lissa requested.
"I promise." I replied with a smile.
"Anyway, good night everyone." Robin said as went inside his tent.
Everyone got in their respective tents and went to sleep but by the time everyone was fast asleep, I still couldn't help but worry of what was happening back at home. If the Holy City was in the clutches of the Muslims, or if anyone else survived the Slaughter at Hattin. I was still deep in thought until I heard a noise that was coming from the thicket. I drew my sword and approached the bush to suddenly be surprised by Chrom and Lissa.
"Chrom! Lissa! What are you doing here!?" I whispered, trying not to wake the other people sleeping.
"Well, Chrom said he felt that something was wrong." Lissa responded.
"Yes. And why are you still awake?" Chrom asked.
I suddenly felt a chill up my spine.
"I also feel it, there is something very wrong." I added, instinctively looking around for danger.
Then, the earth started shaking.
That's a wrap for the first chapter, and once again, please do leave a review, I always appreciate constructive criticism. And if you want to know how my OC looks like, wait for the next chapter.
*Ha hua! 'iitlaq alnnar ealayh! - There he is! Shoot him!
Note: I would have done a FE:Fates fanfic, but I'm still finishing Birthright and I have yet to start Conquest or Revelation.