Foreword
Chapter 7 Wahoo! My timetable for college means I'm in on Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, so I'll try to write two chapters in my off time, and one whilst doing college. So hopefully, 3 chapters a week.
(I don't own Fire Emblem or it's characters.) (Italics are quotes, bold text is transitions, brackets are thoughts or whispers)
Discipline…
Erron's role as Champion was different to what he thought, rather than just fighting in the Coliseum, he took on varying roles. He was tasked to patrol the borders, quell bandit insurrection, even...assassination. Whilst Olivia was sent to many places to bring joy with her dancing, Erron would ensure her safety under Basilio's order; over the course of three years they would become Ferox's Greatest Treasure and The Black Wolf. Over this time, Erron had learned much about his father and furthered his skill with Hoissurā, now being one of the greatest swordsmen in Ferox, yet he couldn't hold a candle to Basilio's skill. Basilio had been like a father to Erron, mainly out of respect for Farah, he guided him through his faults, and taught him to control his rage...to a marginal degree.
"Keep this up and you'll be a Khan in no time! Haha!" They were in the main bastion, Erron had returned from an assignment with Olivia. Basilio was there to greet them on their successful return, slapping Erron on his back, much to the swordsman discomfort.
"I don't want to be Khan," Erron hated leadership, he'd always been alone, most of the time he'd rather be alone. "It's too much responsibility…I am a fighter, not a ruler." Basilio laughed again loudly.
"You truly are Farah's son, he said the same before he settled in Ylisse." Basilio gave it a shot, but Erron was no leader. And the both of them knew it inside. "I won't force you, but I will need an heir at some point…"
"You make it sound like you're eager to hang up your armour." Olivia pitched in.
"Hah! I've still got a lot left in the tank!" He beat his chest with pride. "But I know I can't be Khan forever." They stood awkwardly for a while contemplating Basilio's words.
"Well, I'm going to rest, that journey was long!" Olivia sighed and bid the two farewell, hoping that Erron and Basilio would talk. Erron waved her off with a smile, he'd grown close to Olivia, he helped her out of tough spots, most notably a dodgy noble trying force her into marriage. Whilst she had taught him to accept people's kindness, and opened his eyes to the joys of the world, rather than just death and fighting. Basilio glanced at the two then grinned with glee, but didn't say anything after Olivia was gone.
"Oh so that's what's going on between you two!" He laughed, trying to get some kind of response from Erron, lightly punching his arm. Erron was usually unflappable, he was always calm even when in combat, but now his face turned red and he stumbled on his words.
"NO. U-um it's not like th-that at all!" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "We're friends, that's all." He never thought about his relationship with Olivia too much, she was very kind and always helped him. But he never thought of her as anything more than that.
"Suuuuure, just friends," Basilio was enjoying this a bit too much. "She's the only person you talk to Boy! And she's a catch! I'm sure she likes you tooooo!" Erron was getting increasingly annoyed, he tried to keep calm, but Basilio's laughing broke him.
"I shouldn't have became Champion." Erron mumbled, his life was so simple when he was alone. He finally spoke out to, to stop Basilio. "And…I don't think I can love…" Basilio stopped laughing, and looked down at the young man. "I've lost so much…I can't afford to lose anymore…" Erron sighed and looked at his feet. "I-I have nothing to offer…"
"Boy…I was just poking fun, I'm sorry if I upset you." Basilio was remorseful, Erron lost his family, he was homeless, and he walked the path of a warrior. ("He's barely a week old Basilio, and your first thought of my son is him as a warrior?") Those words came back to Basilio; Farah never wanted his son to be a fighter, he wanted him to live a peaceful life…but that was taken from him. (Poor kid…) "Your father…he never wanted you to fight."
"Wh-what?" This broke Erron's trance.
"Peace was all he wanted…he had fought wars…killed so many." Basilio stared blankly into the distance. "He always regretted his actions, he hated himself for what he'd become, he never wanted his children to end up like him…a killer."
"You knew this? Yet you still had me fight for you?" Annoyance changed to anger.
"I-I'm sorry Erron." Basilio realised his mistake.
"You did this…" Erron hand gripped tightly on his sheath.
"I am sorr-" Basilio was cut off.
"All you can say is sorry…" Pure rage flowed through him. "All anyone ever says is SORRY!" He was nearly shouting. "I DON'T WANT APOLOGIES, I JUST WANT MY FAMILY TO BE ALIVE AGAIN!"
"Boy, calm down!" Basilio awakened something dark within Erron.
"I'VE BEEN CALM FOR TOO LONG!" He turned and glared into Basilio's eyes. "THIS IS WHO I AM!" Basilio saw what he had unleashed, Erron's eyes were burning with unbridled hate, his pupils looked like that of a feral beast. "YOU…YOU DID THIS." He drew his blade and pointed it at Basilio. "YOU CAN BURN IN HELL!" He raised it for a strike against the Khan, Basilio had no weapon and he didn't react out of shock. The blow never came.
Tears...
"Please Erron, don't do this!" Olivia had put herself between Basilio and the swordsman. She was on the verge of tears, Erron dropped his sword and sheath.
"Ol-Olivia…," He had regained his senses, as if he was being controlled before. He saw his friend trembling and crying. "Wha-what?" (He...came out…)
"What the hell was that?" Basilio was in a state of complete bewilderment.
"I let go…" Olivia rushed over and wrapped her arms around him, Erron's phobia didn't kick in, he was too exhausted to care.
"Don't do that again! You scared me!" Olivia was crying into Erron's chest, out of reflex Erron hugged her back, not knowing how to react.
"I-I am so sorry…I failed." He pushed Olivia away and smiled at her sadly. "Basilio!" The big man looked at Erron. "…Find a new Champion…" He spoke solemnly, Basilio only nodded; he knew what Erron needed to do. Erron picked up his weapon, sheathed it, then began to turn and leave.
"Wait, what? No!" Erron felt his hand being grasped. "No, you can't leave!" Olivia pleaded with the swordsman.
"But if that happens again, you might be hurt…" He pulled away and carried on walking. "I couldn't live with myself if I lost anyone else…" Basilio stopped Olivia from chasing after Erron.
(I can't lose anyone else, I have to be alone…)
Closing Comments
DRAMA. EVERYWHERE! I'm glad I got this one done when I did. Erron is leaving Ferox, and heading to new places! With new characters! (Poor Olivia.) Reviews and Critisicm is always welcome! Thanks for reading! -Muffin
