FIRE EMBLEM: MERCENARY CHRONICALS
The thunder crackled as the wyvern soldiers flooded the skies. The young magic student and his mentor dashed out of the house, only to see that their guards had been impaled. The teacher, Ken, utilized the lightning from the storm to hold off the approaching dragons. After several long minuets, the reinforcements arrived.
Archers from the mountain tops rained arrows down on the enemies. Wyverns fell to the ground like the rain falling around them. Two mercenaries on horseback rode down towards the distressed mages. Several more sell swords on pegs combated the wyvern soldiers from the sky. The two mages got on the horses. As they ran back towards the mountain base, a wyvern swooped down from the sky, slashing Ken's arm and pulled him onto the wyverns back. He pulled his blade back and readied himself for a second attack. At the last moment another wyvern disguised as an enemy ran his spear through the attackers head. Ken's body fell to the ground, after witch a Pegasus picked him up and rushed him to the healers.
The charges were safe. The only thing left to accomplish was to eradicate the enemy. A young man, no older than 15, stepped out of a tent in the mountains. His long brown hair flowed in the wind, accented by his pure black eyes. One serf handed him his bow as another gave him a quiver full of arrows. He slipped into the near by forest and emerged in the middle of the battle.
He reached into his pack and pulled out a mine and tied it to an arrow. He drew the string back and mumbled something under his breath. The arrow was released, it hit its mark with an explosion of lights and fire. A majority of the wyverns were either killed or ran away from the area when they saw the blast. The explosion was gone but the smoke remained, a perfect cover for a lone sniper. His arrows flew one by one, striking true each time. He returned to the tent with not a single dragon in the sky.
The pupil, Sorra, woke up in the infirmary beside Ken. Clerics were rushing in and out trying to keep him alive. The spies said that the blades the wyverns were using were laced with a strong poison designed to cut blood off from the victim's brain. Sorra watched in horror as his teachers pulse slowly dropped until it was no more. The mage was dead.
Ken was buried with the rest of the dead. The mission was a failure, and thus the average sell swords didn't stick around. Rein, the sniper, and the wyvern spy, Syl, called sorra into the tent.
"Do you have any idea why such a large force would be sent to kill you? Was there any thing strange going on with your teacher? Do you know how he knew to hire us? Nothing adds up!" ranted Syl, talking more to himself than Sorra.
"I have no idea why such a large army would be sent to kill just us. He was acting normal up until this morning when he gave me an odd egg and told me to guard it with my life. He knew to hire you because he is said to be clairvoyant," the young boy answered in a downcast tone only death can bring out.
"The fact that he's psychic doesn't matter. Giving you the egg obviously means that's what they were after. The large group means that it's important to whoever ordered this would-be-massacre," rein spoke apathetically.
"Well then, what are you waiting for? Show us the egg," syl demanded impatiently.
"Sir we've apprehended a thief lurking around the encampment," a soldier announced as he burst into the tent.
" Let go of me! I have not done any wrong!" the prisoner said as squirmed in an attempt to break free from the large knight's grasp. The thief drew a concealed dagger and thrust it into the soldier's ribs, causing him to fall to the ground. He sheathed his blade and ran out the tent.
"Cole! Wait!" sorra called causing the young thief to stumble.
"Sorra? Is that you? What happened, where's Ken?"
"we were attacked by wyvern riders. Ken didn't make it,"