Herald: Hear ye, hear ye. His highness the Phoenix Lord has returned from his trip from the distant land of Reality, bearing important news to this fair land.
Phoenix Lord: Yeah, I know, I know: I need a new Herald.
Herald: I shall now announce the disclaimer. His Highness, the Phoenix Lord does not own the feared Fire Emblem.
Phoenix Lord: GET OUT!
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Ch. 4 Schedule
The first thing Lancelot did now that he was the official tactician of the army was to separate the guys' tents and the girls' tents. Needless to say, some members of the army did not like the arrangement.
"Why must you separate me from such visions of loveliness," Sain complained.
"Hush, as the new tactician I must make sure that the army is properly disciplined so that chaos will not ensue during an emergency," Lancelot soothed.
"Hear, hear," Wallace agreed.
"But what if we need something that only the members of the other side of the camp can provide?" Priscilla asked.
Lancelot looked puzzled for a moment before his expression gave way to shock, "You can't mean--"
Knowing what Lancelot was going to say, Raven stabbed his sword into the ground, causing a little quake to go off.
"She does not think like that!" he snarled, "If you dare suggest such a thing like that about my sister again, I'll slice you into smaller pieces than Karel could manage."
"I apologize. It's just that people do some rather unprincipled things in this life and I do not want the people I am meant to protect to take a wrong turn in life," Lancelot explained, "I know that I will not be able to save you from every horrors of the world, but I want to offer my assistance when I am able to."
Raven growled and while he lowered his sword, he did not put it away.
"It will be fine," Priscilla assured her brother, "He is our tactician. He was every right to be worried about our safety."
Raven still glared at Lancelot, but finally sheathed his sword.
Another arrangement made that day was a new schedule that Lancelot wanted people to strictly follow:
0500-wake up
0600-stretching and push-ups
0700-unarmed combat
0800-breakfast
0900-offense training
1000-defense training
1100-war history
1200-lunch
1300-history of weapons
1400-personal training
1500-order taking
1600-old war stories
1700-running
1800-dodge training
1900-armor and weapon inspection
2000-supper
2100-clean up
2200-break and sleep
"Starting next week, I want everyone to start following this schedule," Lancelot ordered as he handed out the schedule to each member of the army.
"But, what if we fight in battle?" Eliwood asked, "You do not expect us to follow the schedule then, correct?"
"Of course I do! We may skip some activities, but we will follow the schedule according to time," Lancelot huffed.
While 'special' people cheered with the strictness of following schedule, the others groaned and were thinking about mutiny.
"I only jest," Lancelot chuckled, "If there is a battle, the schedule is cancelled."
Now the 'special' people want to strangle Lancelot along with the rest for pulling such an awful joke.
"1…2…3…" Raven counted as he tried to let his anger go.
It was a small technique that he saw Mech use, with the same results. Unable to control his anger, Raven started to lunge at Lancelot but his neck encountered his shirt collar and he began to choke. Holding the back of Raven's shirt collar was Priscilla. After identifying what was choking him, Raven stopped trying to charge after Lancelot and began the breathing exercises again. This time they seem to work and Raven calmed down.
"Better?" Priscilla asked in a motherly tone.
Raven nodded.
"Are they siblings?" Lancelot asked about Raven and Priscilla.
"Don't know," Hector replied, "Sometimes they act like they don't know each other, other times they act like family. I think they're hiding something."
"Perhaps husband and wife?" Lancelot guessed.
"BLASPHEMY!" Lucius roared, "How dare you suggest that Lord Raymond and Lady Priscilla commit such incestuous acts! I mean…perhaps?"
"So they're brother and sister!" Hector realized.
"Oh, wonderful job, Lucius," Raven snarled, "And I told you not to tell anyone I'm related to Priscilla."
"Why doesn't he want anyone to know?" Rebecca whispered to Oswin.
Everyone watched as Raven chased Lucius around, waving his sword.
"Bad family past," Oswin replied.
"Wait, you mean after all this time, Priscilla and Raven were not a couple? You understand that I didn't want to get close to Priscilla because I thought she was seeing someone else?" Guy demanded.
He was determined to walk over to Priscilla and ask her out here and now. Erk stopped him by grabbing his hair and pulling him back.
"I'll be the one to ask her out. After all, my contract with her is still up for a couple more days," Erk retorted.
Guy snagged his hair out of Erk's grasp and strutted over to Priscilla. Not about to concede defeat Erk dashed over to Priscilla. Just when they were a few feet away from her, Raven appeared before them. He had switched his target from Lucius to Guy and Erk when he realized what they were planning on. He brandished his sword that was meant for Lucius.
"Stay away from my sister!" he threatened. His Light Brand was out for the whole world to see.
Unafraid, Guy calmly drew his Killing Edge while Erk opened up an Elfire tome.
Choosing to ignore what was going on, Priscilla headed for the healers' tents and encountered Heath.
"Greetings," she said cheerfully. She noticed that Heath looked a bit gloomy.
"Priscilla, I think Hyperion ate something he wasn't supposed to again," Heath explained.
Both Priscilla and Heath went to where the wyverns were staying.
Back at the center of the camp, Raven was beating up his opponents despite the fact that he was outnumbered 2 to 1. He was going to break a lot of bones before Lancelot stopped the fight. Using the range of his steel lance, he bashed the unbladed end into the three combatants' stomachs, causing them to double over.
"Mech usually…gives us a warning…before doing that," Guy gasped as he held his stomach.
"Yes, well, do I appear to be Mech?" Lancelot asked holding a white rose (notice I said white, not red, RAHAHAHAHA!)
"Listen well. This is supposed to be an army, not a festive gathering. As such I do not want to see intimate relationships or unsupervised sparing with one another in this camp," Lancelot ordered.
"Wha-wha-WHAT!" Farina burst out. If that order was enforced, she wouldn't be able to meet with her gambling groups.
Most people were shocked at the strictness of the order and some were wondering if replacing Mech for Lancelot was such a good idea.
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Phoenix Lord: Alright, I'm finished, and this story is on the second page before I updated (Last I checked anyway.) Now I'm going to do other stuff so wait two more months before the next update.
Herald: And now his highness bids you good day as he returns to the land of Reality to finish his diplomatic business.
Phoenix Lord: …I thought I told you to get out. Where'd you come from anyway?