Fire Emblem: Dark Resurrection

Chapter Eight: Arrival at Athylsta

A/N: Sorry that the update took so long. I've lost the inspiration, but yesterday, due to certain events, managed to get it all back. I hope you all enjoy this.

DISCLAIMER: Refer to chapter one's disclaimer.

Current Characters:

-Kastor, Cavalier, lv.11, Steel Sword+ Steel Blade

-Demitra, Mage, lv.10, Wind+ Elwind tomes

-Harold, Mage, lv.9, Thunder+ Elthunder tomes

-Cross, Thief, lv.5, Iron Dagger

-Adelaide, Shaman, lv.7, Flux

-Roiben, Myrmidon, lv.9, Killing Edge

-Jeff, Shaman, lv.10, Flux

-Jenn, Myrmidon, lv.8, Steel Blade

…And so, the group was now in need of a healer. Close to Athylsta, Jeff was put on Kyle's horse, so that the transportation would be easier. Now, they arrive at the southern gate…

The group saw the huge wall that went around the Athylstian lands. There was a battalion of soldiers surrounding the gate, led by a 38-year-old man who was wearing a full suit of silver plate armor, with the emblem of Athylsta on it. He has hazel brown eyes and hair, with some strands of white here and there. He had a battle-hardened face, with a large scar on its left side, and a steel lance in his hand.

"Halt! I am Leon (Knight, Lv.12) a first class knight of Athylsta! What is your business, here?" The knight asked.

"One of our friends is wounded…we need to find a cleric…is there any that you know of?" Kastor asked. The knight thought about it for a few seconds, and then snapped his fingers.

"Go to the coliseum. They always have healers on the sidelines, there." Leon stated.

"Thank you." Kastor replied, as he, followed by his group, rode into the first town of Athylsta, and into the coliseum. The town itself was the size of Hirmast, and it wasn't even close to the capital! After a minute, the group found the coliseum.

"We need a healer, and fast!" Jenn said, looking at her older brother. The clerk at the desk gasped, and ran into another room. Three seconds later, she came out with a nineteen year old woman with dark blue eyes, long light brown hair tied into a loose hanging ponytail, a white sleeveless healer's dress, a light blue silk scarf, light blue gloves that go halfway up her arms, and a golden bracelet, not to mention a mend staff. The woman looked at Jeff, and raised her staff to his body. It glowed a bright blue light, and Jeff was fully healed.

"Thank you…" Jeff stated, fumbling around for her name.

"Cathlin (cleric, lv.8), but you can call me Cathy." The cleric replied.

"Well, thanks, Cathy." Jeff said.

"No problem, it's my job." Cathlin stated.

Suddenly, one of the spectators ran hurriedly down the stairs, and into the room. "We got a problem, here! One of the participants has gone out of control!" The person exclaimed. The group then went up the stairs to see what was going on.

Well, the figure, a general, judging by the armor, had knocked out his opponent. However, after the match was declared over, and some healers began to heal the wounded opponent, the general in black armor killed the healers, and then the opponent. Then, looked toward the audience. "Is there no one strong enough? Shall I kill you all?" The general bellowed.

"Damn you. You just ruined the tournament… They're going to stop it because of you, and I had a lot of money put on the next round!" A large figure yelled to the general. He was a pretty tall, broad-shouldered man in his mid-thirties, with graying brown hair. He was quite muscular, and had tan and weathered skin, and an ugly jagged scar slicing down his face. One of his eyes was green, while the other, which was blind, due to the large scar, appeared gray. He wore peasant clothes, and the average amount of armor for a berserker. He carried a huge steel axe.

"And what are you gonna do about it?" The general asked. "…Kill you." The berserker replied, running forward, and embedding his axe into the general's armor. This seemed to hurt the general a bit.

"Why you!" The general stated, thrusting his lance forward. The berserker sidestepped it with ease.

"Wow, you suck. You must've classed up at level ten!" The berserker said, delivering the finishing blow. He twirled his axe around, and brought it through the general, going straight through all the plate armor, and into his skull. The crowd cheered.

"To whom do we owe this 10,000 gold reward to?" The announcer asked the berserker.

"My name's Mick." (Berserker, lv.1) The berserker stated, taking the money. "Now how about you continue this tournament?" Mick asked.

"Gladly… now, without further delay, we'll begin the next round!" The announcer stated. The crowd cheered. "From the lands of Cobalt, a young myrmidon questing to be as good of a Swordmaster as his grandfather… introducing… Nathan (Myrmidon, lv.10)!" The announcer yelled.

A tall, thin, sixteen-year-old, red-haired myrmidon with brown eyes, and a killing edge at his side, walked into the arena.

"And… a lone mercenary of unknown origin, and ample skill… Dyne! (Mercenary, lv.10)" The announcer added in. A nineteen-year-old mercenary with black hair, brown eyes, a steel sword, a white shirt, blue pants, a brown trench coat and dark brown gloves walked into the other side of the arena. Both looked tough, and ready to begin at any given moment.

"Ready…" The announcer began. Right when he was about to say go, the wall crumbled, revealing a large army behind it, all in black armor, and led by a female Swordmaster, whose appearance couldn't been seen at a distance.

"…For lord Traestlar… you will all die!" The myrmidon yelled. The army behind her suddenly came forward, and began killing random people in the audience. Kastor, Demitra, Harold, Adelaide, Cross, Roiben, Jeff, Jenn, Mick, Cathlin, Dyne, and Nathan rushed out of the stadium, and out into the open, so that they could fight the army head-on.

End of Chapter

I apologize for the shortness, but I'm trying to get back into the writing mood. There might be another chapter tomorrow.

Until Next Chapter,

-Biggoron