Chapter 10

Alright... well... chapter 10. LET'S DO THIS! (Fire Emblem Fates... seems exciting!)

Morgan sighed. His father and him and managed to get Basilio and Flavia to join their armies with the Exalt's, and now they were settling for the night, close enough to Plegia to enter the next day.

Morgan was patrolling as quietly as he could. His father had told him to get some rest, but he just couldn't resist making sure the guards weren't distracted and that it was quiet.

Chrom had decided to have everyone rest in a rather big clearing with a forest and stream nearby, and Morgan was currently in the forest somewhat, his hands in his Grandmaster cloak.

It's quiet tonight... Morgan noted. Could there be something in this forest...? Not out of the question...

He heard a twig snap behind him. Spinning around, Morgan aimed his right hand, Arcwind tome in his hand. "Show yourself!" he growled.

"Calm, Morgan." Morgan relaxed as he heard Chrom's voice. "I thought I told you to rest."

Morgan grunted. "I'm jumpy tonight," he admitted. "It's just... one can never be too secure."

Chrom nodded. "Yes. But remember, we have guards." He clasped his son's shoulder. "We're fine."

"Right," muttered Morgan. "I'll be back in camp in a second." Chrom nodded and walked back.

Morgan sighed. He walked to the nearby stream, sitting at its edge. He felt calm as he studied his reflection in the water.

Ricken... Gaius... Maribelle... He looked at the sky. All of those who died against Grima... Inigo, Cynthia... Sumia... Kjelle... He raised his right hand. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "With my mother, I... I still couldn't help you in the end.."

"Sorry about what?" Morgan drew his Levin Sword and sent electricity in the direction of the voice. "Hey!" A figure emerged, a bit of smoke rising from their sword. "Just being friendly."

Morgan grunted. "Sure." He drew his Steel Sword. "Are you an enemy?" he asked.

The young teen smiled. A girl, Morgan realized. "That depends on your opinion."

Morgan threw up his sword and flipped a random tome open. He quickly glanced at the cover. "Arcwind!" he shouted.

The girl used a shifting movement and evaded the spell. Blade... wait. Is she... could she be... Morgan grunted. No way...

"My name's Rose. What's yours?" she asked, raising her long sword, as if readying herself to swing.

"Morgan." The Grandmaster caught his sword and drew his Levin Sword, a sword in both hands.

"Heh." Rose rushed Morgan, and the two clashed. "What's wrong?" she taunted as she forced him away. "With those two swords, come at me! Come on!"

Morgan grunted. "This is pointless," he told her. "There's no way you could beat me."

"I'm not trying to beat you," replied Rose. "I'm trying to distract you. Big difference, you know."

Suddenly, cries and lights came from the camp. Morgan growled. "An attack when we're vulnerable."

Rose nodded. "My father, Blade... he has told us underlings to kill you. Without their tactician, there's no way your army will be able to beat us Plegians." She clashed with Morgan again.

Morgan leaped back from her attack, feet in the stream. Wait... he thought. Laurent told me once that water conducts electricity... hope it doesn't break like against Drake...

Rose rushed Morgan, and the two clashed fiercely. "Hah!" She unleashed a powerful overhead swing that Morgan sidestepped. "You feel for it!" She used her momentum and swung sideways.

"Ugh!" Morgan staggered back a little from her slash. She's faster then me... he thought. "Alright..." He withdrew his Steel Sword and dropped his Levin Sword to grab his Arcfire tome. "Arcfire!"

Steam rose as Rose dodged and the fireball hit the water. Morgan quickly grabbed his sword and met Rose's slash. "Your magic doesn't do anything. Face it, I will kill you."

Morgan growled. He dropped the weapons in his hands. "I surrender," he told her. Forget water... I have to get her with Thoron... Rose grinned as she walked at him.

"So... this is it." She raised her sword to the side of Morgan's neck. "Bye." She drew it back to get power for the slash she would unleash.

Morgan let out a roar, quickly flipping his tome open and the beam of Thoron struck Rose as her blade just began to cut into his neck. "Ugh..." She fell over. "You trickster...!"

Morgan felt his neck. A cut, but not overly lethal. "I'll do anything if it means another comrade can return after a battle." He collected his weapons and ran to the camp. The Shepherds were cornered, with the armies of Basilio and Flavia a bit away in their own fighting.

Morgan grabbed his Arcwind tome. A semi circle... we're trapped... thought Morgan. Chrome's eyes glanced at the silent Morgan, but quickly flashed back at the enemy general, Morgan assumed.

Morgan quietly flipped his tome open, still in the shadows vaguely, with a bit of difficulty to see him as he pulled his hood over his head.

The leader... he thought to himself. He was currently talking with Chrom, Falchion luckily still in his hands.

"You're cornered, Prince!" he snarled. "There's no hope! No one who can help you! Your allies are busy at the moment!"

"Perhaps... but we will keep on fighting. We will never allow Plegia to take over Ylisse!" shouted Chrom.

"Heh." The leader raised his blade. "Men! It is time to destroy our enemies!" he yelled. "Go!"

"Not so fast." Morgan emerged, wind swirling around him as he charged up his tome to unleash the spell. "Arcwind!"

The blades of air blew all the foes apart. "Now!" shouted Morgan. "This is where we fight back!"

"Yes! Follow me, Shepherds!" roared Chrom, leading them into battle. Morgan saw that quite a few had no weapons.

"Lon'qu!" Morgan tossed his uncle his Steel Sword, and the swordsman nodded in thanks, preparing to battle.

"Shoot..." grunted Morgan, thinking rapidly. He drew his Levin Sword as a male with an axe charged at him.

"Hah!" The man overpowered Morgan, forcing him to stagger. "This is-" A sword impaled him.

"Next time... well, there is no next time." Lucia forced Falchion out of the man's body. "Are you okay, Morgan?"

"Fine," he told her. "Alright... I have to get everyone divided into units of magic and melee weapons-" A sudden thought occurred to Morgan. When Lucina, mother and I were at the cottage Nah and I used to share... that's why...!

"Morgan?" Lucia's voice made Morgan snap out of his daydream. "Dividing us into units?"

"Yeah," he replied. "One uses magic..." With that, he whipped out his Thoron tome. "...while the other has a weapon for close range."

Lucina blinked. "So... you and I?" she asked. Morgan nodded, flipping his tome open. "Alright. Then let's go."

"I'll cover your back," promised Morgan as he followed Lucina into the heat of battle. He passed Tharja, telling her to pair up with Libra before he ran after his sister again.

Soon, Morgan managed to divide the army of Shepherds into more efficent units of two each. Soon, only a few soldiers were still alive, which the Shepherds quickly took care of.

"That's it," breathed Morgan. He sagged, and he noticed a Steel Sword being thrown at him, which he caught with quick instincts. "Thanks, uncle!"

Lon'qu nodded, before heading to probably find Lissa, Morgan suspected. Before he had a chance to move, he heard the voice of Rose.

"I'm not dead yet," she panted. "Morgan..." She raised her sword in a charge. "I WILL KILL YOU!"

Morgan raised his Levin Sword, but Lucina deflected Rose's stab with Falchion. "Lucina?!" he exclaimed.

"Who are you?" asked Lucina, pointing her holy blade at the young Plegian girl. "Were you the one who cut his neck?"

"Yes," laughed Rose. "I'm Rose. Now, then..." She lunged again, but Lucina met her blade easily.

"Ugh! No..." Morgan rushed in beside Lucina, slashing his blade across Rose's leg, but she seemed to ignore it as she clashed with Lucina.

"You...! You're royalty, both of you, I bet." Rose backed away slightly, pointing her sword at both of them. "You..." She pointed her sword's tip at Lucina. "You look like a princess, and Morgan... he radiates that kind of feeling."

"Stop speaking nonsense." Lucina raised her sword. "I am Lucina, princess of Ylisse. I will be the last name you know."

Morgan sighed as he charged with his sister. "Give up," he told Rose as he and Lucina continued to slash her slightly, unable to keep up with two blades. "There's no way you will be able to battle two of us will only one sword!"

"Good!" Rose let out an evil laugh. "I can die trying to kill you!" She lunged at Lucina, but Morgan whipped out his Steel Sword and deflected her blade. "Morgan... I will kill you!" She roared and lunged for him.

Lucia stabbed Rose's leg and she swung wildly, but Morgan blocked her wild slash. Rose fell over, looking up at the two Ylisseans.

"Sorry." Morgan withdrew his swords and flipped open his Thoron tome, aiming at her head. "Thoron."

With that, Lucina and Morgan turned away from the bodies of the enemy Plegians and Morgan sighed. "Morgan..."

"What a waste of human life," he murmured quietly. "I hope we leave soon. I'm wide awake now."

Lucina looked at her brother as he walked away. "This is how ugly a one-sided war can get, Morgan."

Yay... I finished the tenth chapter...

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