Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Vesperia. I only own the plot of this story and any characters that do not appear in Tales of Vesperia.
Warning: Possibility that the rating will go up, T for language and violence in later chapters, yaoi, and yuri.
Pairing: Eventual Yuri x Flynn, Rita x Estelle
Flynn sighed as he looked up at the gray sky. His Highness Ioder had ordered the Commandant to take a troop of handpicked soldiers to spread a message to Dahngrest and Nordopolica. The Emperor had not deemed it necessary to tell Flynn why, but that there was a potential danger to them. Flynn frowned. He had been getting a bad feeling about this entire mission. It was almost as if it felt that the warning was too late, that the danger was all ready here.
He shook his head. There was no sense in thinking things like that, especially since the troop was as keyed up as it was. Speaking of, Sodia had ridden ahead, her expression as serious as always. Flynn suppressed the desire to bolt, instead shooting her an inquiring look. He knew full well that his second had a strong crush on him, but it would be stupid (and meaningless) to avoid her all the time.
"Sir. Witcher says that we should be careful. He also says that he senses—" she could not finish her statement when a war cry came up. They automatically looked to the west and saw a wave of black rushing up to them. Flynn knew better than to think that it was a rush of darkness. He saw the way the sun glinted off of the ebony armor, the drawn swords, and the scattered glint of steel arrow points.
Flynn raised his sword along with the rest of his troop. They were obviously outnumbered, but their numbers were offset by their experience. That experience might be able to keep most of them alive and, possibly, win this skirmish. The troop charged into the valley to meet the enemy. Flynn held back with Sodia and the cavalry. They watched the two "armies" battle, waiting for their chance to aid their side.
It was the screech of a hawk that sent the Commandant and the rest into the fray. They charged into the midst of the fighting, their swords drawn. Flynn's eyes hardened as the cavalry charged into the enemy's lines. He swung his sword deftly, killing and wounding the foes with the ease of a veteran. He had no idea how long the fighting lasted. All Flynn knew was that they were starting to push back their enemy, gaining much needed ground.
He heard the telltale whistle of an arrow being launched and flattened himself to his steed's neck. The arrow barely missed him, but he had never expected that there would be a second shooter. Flynn's eyes widened as he saw the smirk of the archer in front of him. They both knew that there was no possible way for the Commandant to dodge this arrow.
Like hell this will be the killing arrow! Flynn grunted in pain as he moved to make sure that the point would not hit his heart. Instead, it buried itself into his shoulder and a burning sensation overloaded his senses. Flynn's eyes went wide, vaguely feeling his body falling from his steed's back. Darkness was starting to cloud his vision and the sounds of battle were fading. The last thing he remembered seeing were four different colored lights shooting off into the four winds.