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Author's note: Sorry for the wait. I dunno if I overdid it with the violence, cos' this chapter might be pretty graphic. Consider yourself warned. At the end is the Dramatis Personae requested by Enilas. I'm posting it here at the end of this chapter for fear of spoilers, should it go on my profile. Hopefully it'll help for those who are having trouble following the story.
Fire Emblem: Legend Of The Chaos Hero
Book One: In The Grip Of Hatred
By Chaos Hero Mark
Chapter XV: Demons Of The Past
Two youths ran for their lives through the open valleys. It mattered not if they were spotted, nor where they went, since the older youth realized how relentless their pursuers hounded them. Even though he was out of breath, the younger boy ran as fast as he could, fearing for his life. They both knew that their enemies were closing in and could not outrun them any longer. They were desperate for even a small advantage. The two youths got to a large, foggy forest at the edge of the black sea, leading to the Accursed Prison, better known as Hells Gate.
"What do we do, Edgar? There's too many of them." A young boy murmured. He was nearly out of breath and still shaken at the turn of events.
"We run." Was all the young prince could say. They never expect betrayal, nor expected large numbers of powerful opponents. Moments later, Edgar's companion fell to his knees, exhausted and out of breath. He turned back and carried his friend over his back. "I know you're scared, but I'll protect you. Just hang in there, Ma-"
"-rk! What the Hell's it with you?!" Raven shouted at him.
"How disgraceful!" Came Fiora harsh voice. Her left shoulder was bleeding from taking a knife wound. "Our useless Tactician has the gall to daydream, while we're fighting for our lives!"
With a shocked look on his face, Mark saw that everyone barely survived their first attack. Kent and Sain had their near fatal wounds tended to, while Florina was near the Green Lance, showing her support. She was crying, partially because she thought that Sain was going to die. Guy and Raven had cuts, scars and bruises all over their body. Because of the enemy's resilience, the two were a bit edgy as their hand stayed on their swords. Lyndis and Rath had a few cuts, here and there. They were somewhat tired from launching arrows relentlessly, while Priscilla and Lucius, who were tending to everyone's injuries, were unharmed.
The single hallway where the battle took place in was littered with corpses of dead Assassins, bodies that were covered in arrows and blood that stained the corridor itself.
"What...what happened?"
"What happened?!" An enraged Fiora screamed at him. "I'll tell you what happened!"
Before she could go further, the plainswoman silenced her. "Fiora! That's enough!" She turned to Mark with a grim look. "What were you doing back there?"
Mark saw that he still held the Shamshir in his hand, but realized that his thoughts must've wondered to the point where he literally ignored all his surroundings. Something that rarely happened and he knew never to do. He went to the hallway, where Lyndis and Rath were and took note of the dead bodies decorating the hallway. The dead themselves were slightly different as Mark inspected one corpse that had its bowels and intestines gutted open. As he removed the veil, covering the face of the corpse, Lyn saw what he was looking at. Her expression became one of disgust as she murmured. "What in Father Sky are we fighting against? They don't appear to be human at all."
Rath and Fiora came closer and saw what they were staring at. The dead assassin's facial skin showed hints of scales upon its skin and lips. Its right eye showed it to be a regular human, but its left was green and black, resembling that of a snake. Its teeth were sharp, decayed and rotten. The Tactician stared at the body for a minute. Unbeknownst to the Legion, his malicious side began to surface itself as his eyes showed no sign of being intimidated or any shred of remorse. As his mind writhed in turmoil, slowly recalling the demons of his past, Mark made his way back to the throne. Fiora got agitated at the uncaring strategist as the others went to catch glimpses of the dead bodies; out of curiosity. She was angrier than she ever was and her friends felt the same way. The Caelin commander was about to confront him further on Fiora's behalf, when Lyn intervened, asking Kent to have him and Guy keep an eye out for the coming enemies.
"Milady. Be careful around him. He cannot be trusted."
"Thank you for your concern, Kent. Now, let me handle this." She whispered in response. The Crimson Shield said nothing and gave a short bow, acknowledging her command. She walked up to Mark, who seemed indifferent as he took a seat on the throne, placing his left leg close to his chest and resting his arm on his knee. "You didn't answer my question. We were almost killed earlier." He looked at her, but gave no answer, which angered her. "Dammit, Mark! Answer when I'm talking to you! We're under attack and you just stared at us, doing nothing! My knights almost died out there!" At this, he came back to reality. He noticed a dark expression on Lyn's face, but wasn't up to a fight with her. He squeezed the temple between his eyes answering her.
"Hybrids."
"What?" She whispered.
"They're hybrids. Cursed humans. I don't have time to share all the details with you."
"...I see." She noticed him squeezing his nose temple harder. She ignored the feeling that something was troubling him.
"We need that Slayer ability now." Mark said. Even though he barely knew the enigmatic Bishop, the young strategist found himself wishing that Renault was here.
"Do you believe he can do it?" She asked him, while keeping her dark expression.
"That's all up to him. Tell Lucius to hurry. They'll launch a second attack at any moment."
"And after that?" Lyn questioned. "What then?" He kept silent for a moment, not wanting to answer that. The Caelin princess felt a nagging feeling that something was troubling her friend. "If you have a plan, I'd like to hear it...and snap out of it. You're no good to us, like this."
"I'm fine. Now get going." He said sternly. By the tone in his voice, she assumed he was fine, despite her instincts telling her otherwise. She went to Lucius, recalling what Mark said.
"That damn Tactician is full of shit!" An agitated Raven said out loud.
His insult offended Priscilla as she rebuked him. "My God, Lord Brother! That's enough! We don't have time to be fighting each other!"
The Hero wanted to say something, but saw their leader's dark expression and changed the subject. "Do you have a plan Lady Lyndis? Because I'm all ears."
"Lucius." She called him over. "What can you tell me about the Slayer ability?"
"It's a technique used to battle dark creatures and demons." The blonde man answered. "Only Bishops and Saints can acquire this ability. The problem is, I've never done this before."
"You have to!" Came Lyn's plea. "If you don't, I'm not sure we can hold them off again! Rath isn't as good a shot, unless he's mounted. Same goes for Kent, Sain, Florina and Fiora. Those two and myself can hold their own on foot." She motioned to Raven and Guy. "But those Assassins are a bit faster than your friend, Raven." The young Bishop still wasn't sure if he could do it as Lyn saw his doubtful expression. "Lucius please! It's now or never! Those men are far stronger than the Assassins I fought at the arena." Once that was said, Lyndis drew her Brave Bow and got in her place. Guy and Raven took to the front, covering the Bishop.
"Give me a bit of time. I need to remember its proper recitings." Lucius said with a bit more courage. Lyn simply nodded in affirmation, knowing that a spell, whether it's dark, anima or light, had to be properly recited in order for it to be very effective. Lucius began the first chant as they waited for the enemy. Lyn tried to be optimistic, but the bleak reality of their situation was inching closer. She needed to buy some time in order to figure out their next move and hoped that Mark would pull himself together before they all died.
Amidst the thorny dead grass, the young Tactician found himself on all fours, shaken from the harsh blows dealt to his face and ribs. With his left eye swollen and his broken nose bleeding profusely, the boy's face was a horrific mess. He struggled to breathe as two of his ribs were broken. Surrounding him was a large company of powerful enemies called hybrids, their four leaders and their employer. Near Mark was a bound, kneeling Edgar and what was left of the survivors.
"The pound of flesh which I demand of him is dearly bought, 'tis mine, and I will have it." Came the employer's uncaring voice. He gave Mark a grimace look, who still kept his eyes on the ground, coughing and struggling to breathe. "Quite a mess you are lad."
The boy instantly recognized that sinister voice as Edgar spat. "YOU BASTARD!!" The Dark Emperor struck his face with the butt of his spear.
"That's Emperor Gathian to you, piece of shit!" Malice was written all over the emperor's face as he shot a glare at his son. "Trivalon finest elites had to go dipping their snouts in forbidden troughs." He then turned his attention to the surviving villagers and prisoners, flashing a sadistic smile. "Behold dogs! Your saviors have fallen! They have failed you!"
Gathian spewed his pompous speech to the helpless prisoners. Children were crying as the tearful women held the young ones tightly. A few tried to fight back, but a large hybrid warrior cracked his whip upon them. The force behind each stroke had them reeling in pain as the young Tactician finally managed to utter. "Why?" The sinister emperor silenced himself the moment he heard Mark's shaken voice.
"I'm sorry, lad. Speak louder."
"Why are you doing this?" At face value, he didn't want to accept the fact that Gathian was staging their demise, but in the back of his mind, he already knew the inevitable.
"Milord, please have mercy! Our suffering is unbearable!" One of the prisoners pleaded with tears flowing from his eyes. He was among the many being sentenced to Hells Gate, not for a crime, but at the whims of Gathian, who was clearly on a power trip. One of the hybrid leaders came forth. He was a large muscular, furred man with sharp teeth. The large man loosened his whip and cracked it directly at the prisoner, forcing the others to cower in fear as the man cringed in pain.
"Silence, you animals! The emperor speaks!" The muscular man's voice sounded somewhat inhuman, striking more fear into them. Except for Edgar and Mark, Gathian motioned for them to be taken to the Accursed Prison at once. Three of the four leaders complied without hesitation as the survivors began to plead, beg and cry. Very few had the courage to stand up to Gathian and those that did had their courage crushed to the point of death. They knew that the Dark Emperor didn't just kill humans. He killed everything that makes them human.
- I -
Outside the castle, the assassin guilds were everywhere. They were quick to draw their knives and kill anyone on sight. Viper was observing the situation and was slightly disappointed with the Legion's prowess. One Assassin knelt before him and gave a report. Once he was done, the Assassin went on his way as one of the six leader came forth to address him.
"Viper. We should not be hasty in leading another frontal assault."
"And why not?" He whispered.
"Our targets may have a trap lying in wait." He muttered. "Let's use the element of surprise on them."
"I highly doubt it." Came the Devil Serpent's argument. "Besides, those Paladins and Falcoknights weren't as good as I thought. At least, not without their mounts."
"But it's those damn bow and sword users who gave us trouble."
"Rest assured. They barely survived our first attack. They can't keep up their defenses forever."
"Personally, I think it's idiotic to launch another frontal assault." Viper took his eyes away from the castle and aimed them at his comrade, who wasn't intimidated.
"They have these special locks on most of the doors, so we can't pick them. Thankfully, whoever placed those doors on us couldn't get them all shut. Still, you and your group will attack, while the others close in from within."
The leader gave a menacing glare at Viper and protested. "You're not the only one who can give commands. I won't lead my men into what I kno-"
"If we don't attack, they will get suspicious." Viper interrupted him. "This faction will be paid handsomely. Besides, we have numbers and strength on our side, lest these last four years have made you a coward."
"Wretch! I fear no one!" The aggravated leader spat. "Let's end this!"
As Viper and his peer made preparations for a frontal assault, he gave an order to another group. They were to find a way to open the barns that held their enemies mounts and kill them all. In the meantime, the two factions that made their way inside the castle were searching for ways of getting to the throne room. Running from one dead end to another, it seemed as if all possible paths were shut. In vain, some even attempted to unlock the doors, using their Lockpicks. Eventually, they made their way to the outer corridor and came across a library. They thought of plundering the library for all its worth and make a bit of extra coin.
"How lovely." One Assassin snickered. "They even gave us a chance to pick this door, unlike those complex magic locks."
Once the Assassin skillfully unlocked the door, he threw it open with glee. The sight that greeted him would be the last thing he ever saw. The black-robed, youth discharged lightning energy from his right arm and struck the Assassin. The mighty bolt that was unleashed, had sent the man flying into his companions. They saw their comrade's body burned and a portion of his torso flesh missing. The rest of the Assassins turned their attention to the hooded youth as he lowered his right arm and slightly lifted both hands, gathering dark energy as his cloak whipped about. The assassin guild drew their knives and began charging at Edgar. They were too late as the Dark Prince released what energy he gathered as multiple numbers of lavender thunderbolts were unleashed at the assassins. Every bolt itself was aimed at every individual, making it impossible for them to get near him, much less attack.
The other faction that was part of the infiltration eventually made their way to the library, only to find roasted corpses of their companions lying here and there. The stench of charred skin and flesh, filled the atmosphere as veiled layers of smoke came about as a result. In the midst of them all, stood the Dark Prince. The guild faction was stunned in disbelief that a lone man could single-handedly take out a large score of experienced assassins, much less with ease. Portions of purple lightning and dark energy began to course through Edgar as it could be seen all over his body. A dark expression swept over the prince, though he didn't know why. Hatred began to surface and his mind just kept screaming, "Kill them" as the assassins fearlessly drew their weapons.
- II -
"Lucius, hurry!" Lyn shouted in between moments as she fired another arrow. An Assassin dodged a swing of Raven's Regal Blade and was about to aim for the kill, when Guy intercepted, thrusting his Killing Edge through him and kicking the body off his sword. The Assassin that took an arrow shot from Lyn came at Guy, only to have Rath's arrow piercing his neck. With Rienfleche's power and the target's weak point, the Assassin died instantly as the blood gushed from his neck.
Once Lucius had completed the final chant, he shouted to them. "Everyone, get back!!" Lyndis fired another shot at an Assassin and then, followed the others. The enemy came at them two at a time in a row, with their daggers at the ready. "O' blessed Saint Elimine!" He began, using his free hand as sign of prayer. "Drive back thee that wish to do us harm!!" The Bishop held his staff in a horizontal position, having the staff jewel close to his left palm. The blue jewel illuminated a bright aura as its light swept the corridor. The two Assassins that came the closest to Lucius, had their skin burnt off immediately. They writhed in uncontrollable agony as their flesh disintegrated, revealing their skeletal area. That light soon followed towards the rest of the enemy as they all fell victim to the Slayer ability.
Once the light had dissipated, the hallway was covered with dead bodies, or what's left of them. Lucius collapsed unconscious from exhausting his strength. The Sublime Mercenary caught his friend in midair as the others saw the hideous sight. The bodies nearest to them were merely bones. Further down were more skeletons, but those had fragments of flesh still attached to them and the bodies in the far back were a complete mess. Chunks of bloodied meat were scattered all over. One severed body had his intestines protruding and his face burned off, exposing his brain.
"Guy!" Came Lyn's call. "Can you still fight?!"
"Yeah!" He answered, swinging his sword. "I'm good!" She dropped her Brave Bow and drew her Mani Katti.
"Lyn, wait!" Rath called after her.
She turned her head and placed his worries at ease. "I'm just need to see how many there are left. Guy will back me up."
Before Lyn went any further, Priscilla stopped her. "Milady, wait! Do you hear that?!"
"Hear what?" Her question was answered as they heard lightning strikes. They could hear the sound clearly and began to dread the worst. She walked over to Mark, who was still in his own world. Rath and Kent wanted to stop her, but it was too late. "Mark! I need you to snap out of it! Who else is here, other than Viper?!"
A moment later, he came back to reality confused. "What's going on?"
Kent narrowed his eyes at Mark as Lyn answered. "You dazed off again while we were under attack! You never did this before, so what in Sky's name is wrong with you?"
"Nothing!" He shot back as she narrowed her eyes at him. He spoke again as he got a hold of himself. "I'm fine. I see Lucius did it." He motioned to the unconscious Bishop and the corridor of dead Assassins in order to change the subject.
Lyn said something that bothered him. "We can hear lightning coming from somewhere. Do any of these hybrids have anima users?"
"The ones we're...no. That's dark magic...shit." He whispered. The plainswoman had just reminded him about his friend. Mark untied his green cloak, held it close to his chest and concentrated. The Alliance Army knew that Mark's green cloak was imbedded in powerful and complex magic, making it easier for him to communicate with them telepathically as long as he wore the cloak.
A few moments went by, when Mark began to scream in pain, clutching his head. Harmful barriers of magic were interfering with his astral communication. The Tactician couldn't reach his friend as he assumed Edgar was in a fight. A concerned Lyn wanted to see if he was well. Once he indicated that he was, the swordswoman turned her attention back to the situation at hand as she said. "If you knew they were these hybrids, you should have prepared us better."
"I didn't know the hybrids would dare set foot here!" Mark shot back, agitated. Lyn glared at him in silence before leaving his side. She had to take matters in her own hands now as she lost her patience with the Tactician. Mark, on the other hand, wondered why these painful memories began to surface. Why couldn't he suppress them and focus on their trouble, like before.
- III -
"Why am I doing this, you ask?" Gathian's smile faded at that point, but his sinister glare remained as he knelt and lifted Mark's chin. Having the boy look upon his face directly, he began to explain his blacks. "Such talent. All my life, I have never met a boy who showed such intellect ahead of his years. A mere boy who can memorize fifty books and all of its contents, word for word. Hmph, not even our best scholars are blessed with such talent." The skies were slowly being covered by clouds, indicating that it would drizzle. "At the time, I was curious as to how powerful your mind would develop as you got older. Your siblings only wanted you be a part of the Four Cornerstones they formed, for your intellectual mind. A mere hindrance you were to them, really." Gathian flashed a smile and continued. "Now, my son on the other hand, saw you as a little brother...part of a family. Why is that? What makes him a hero to you, anyway?" He tilted his head to Edgar, who was discreetly trying to loosen his bonds. "Bah. Not like it matters. Once you bought into his unrealistic grandeurs of fighting evil and chivalry, you became a threat to me. I should remind you that power is the closest we'll ever get to God. Not virtues, religion, divinity or even some high calling. Power is all that matters in the end lad."
"You..." The young strategist murmured.
"Speak up, lad. I can't hear you."
"You're an evil bastard!" Spat Mark.
Hearing this brought out a menacing laugh from Gathian. "Quite a fitting compliment; I'm flattered."
"You think enslaving people in a bid for power is funny?!" Came Edgar's enraged voice. "Evil bastard is a compliment which you're unfit for! What's even worse is what you did to my sister and mother!" The Dark Emperor narrowed his eyes, keeping his back turned at his heir. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?! You have no idea what you've done!" Once he completely untied his bonds, Edgar waited for the moment to attack, while gritting his teeth. "Killing my mother...was an unforgivable mistake..." Before he finished his sentence, Edgar dashed at his father, hoping to murder him. Despite his injuries and calm demeanor, the Regallas prince was at the peak of his rage. For selfishly ruining the lives of thousands, including theirs, Edgar thought only of slaying him. Before he could get the ropes around his father's neck, the hybrid leader who stayed behind, grabbed Edgar's neck and plunged a dirk into his back. A paralysis coating from the dirk, had the prince struggling in vain. Gathian stood up as the hybrid tossed a paralyzed Edgar aside.
"As a wife, your mother failed me. As a son, you failed me." Came Gathians sinister voice. "As ruler of my empire, I will have no-one threaten me."
"All we wanted was to save these people." The fear became clear in Mark's voice. "You're condemning them for no reason at all. This...this is all your doing."
"Hath my ears found fear in your voice?" Said the Dark Emperor. "Perhaps, you'll understand how wretched people truly are." He gave the Tactician a disappointing look. "Your uncle once said that this world needs heroes...virtuous people...I say they do not deserve such." His expression darkened as he continued. "That worthless son of mine may be a prodigy with the sword, but you carry a greater talent than him and anyone I've ever met. Smart, gifted, wise, but so very stupid and naive." Cupping Mark's face in his hands, Gathian made eye contact with him, while the lightnings white flashes flickered above them. "Your uncle has taught you many things. But he did not teach you this." Said Gathian, now lowering his voice to a whisper. "Ideals for a greater good...people are quick to forget. Virtues of purity...man will always scoff at...and righteousness, ingrates would piss on without second thoughts. You have simply made yourself unworthy, for chasing unrealistic dreams. Perhaps it's time you learned the hard way of how cruel the world of men truly is." He ended, giving a frightened Mark, a murderous smile and a malevolent glare; an expression that reflected a demon in human flesh. That nightmarish image that would remain carved into his memories to this day.
One Assassin was seen hobbling out of the castle. The way he walked got Viper curious as he went to see what was happening. Once he got closer, the Devil Serpent saw the horrific sight of his peer, the same Assassin he was arguing with earlier. His whole left arm was melted off, revealing what was left of his bloodied flesh and bone. His face and veil was burned off, leaving him scarred and further deformed. He buckled under the weight of his own pain, thanks to having a large chunk of flesh missing from his thigh. Once he fell to the floor, the Assassin leader died immediately.
Another leader came up to Viper, addressing him. "This wouldn't have happened if you heeded our advice! They have the Slayer ability on their side!"
"And you fear this Slayer ability?" Came Viper's retort. "Perhaps, I was wrong about this guild."
The way Viper spoke got another Assassin angry. "Even if you are among the best, doesn't give you the right to needlessly throw away our lives!" But the Devil Serpent was paying no heed to what the man said as his attention was fixated on the castle.
"Those two parties we send in are taking a long time." He muttered. "Bah. It can't be helped. Guess I'll have to show everyone why I'm feared by denizens."
"Did you forget why you hired our services?" Another Assassin spoke up. "Because this group was rumored to have bested you at the arena," Many of the others were shocked to hear this. Another leader came forth and questioned.
"How interesting; the legendary Assassin was trounced by this Legion. No wonder he hired us." He gave a threatening glare at Viper, spitting. "Tis far better for us to give the orders now. You, however-"
"Will attack them alone, while everyone else waits out here for my signal," Came Viper's interruption. "Once I give it, you will assume I'm in trouble and come to my aid. I'll draw them out and you'll kill any that tries to escape." He added.
"What?!" One Assassin muttered out loud. "You've gone mad." Viper wasn't listening at all and began to enter the castle.
Another tried to stop him, but one of the leaders said. "Is he really the legendary Assassin? Bah! I want another party to infiltrate th-" He interrupted himself when another Assassin came up to him, screaming.
"Commander! They're all dead!" The other Assassins noticed one of their own walking up to one of the leaders. A good portion of his upper body was scorched badly. His disfigured face made it harder for him to talk. The two leaders needn't asked what happened as they already knew that there was someone more powerful in there.
"Shit!" One Assassin cursed. "Who did this?"
The disfigured Assassin groaned. "Powerful...dark magic...too strong."
"Was it a Shaman?!" One leader pressed him into talking.
"Maybe it was a Druid?" Another Assassin murmured.
Another leader guessed. "Perhaps it's a Summoner...o-or maybe a Necromancer."
"Worse." The disfigured Assassin managed to utter. "Far worse. We didn't...stand a chance."
- IV -
Viper made his way inside the corridor and saw his dead comrades. The stench of their corpses was beginning to fill the atmosphere. As he drew two hands full of dirks and casually making his way inside, Viper heard Florina's soft voice complaining. "This odor is making me nauseous."
"Lyn, is he okay?" Priscilla indicating towards a kneeling Mark, who was trying to recover from the mental burst of energy he suffered earlier. At that moment, Fiora and Sain noticed Viper standing at the hallway and readied their weapons.
"Everyone! Enemies are approaching!" Fiora called. This got the groups attention as they readied their weapons. Viper made a sprint at Fiora and Sain as the Green Lance threw his Silver Lance at the Assassin, confident it would hit him. At that moment, Viper disappeared and reappeared in the middle of the throne room, shocking everyone. Some of the others noticed two or three dirks penetrating Sain and Fiora's backs. A few seconds later, they collapsed.
Guy, Priscilla and Raven were expecting the worst. They, along with the others, were surprised to find only one Assassin. Lyn soon realized who it was as he began throwing dirks at everyone. His movement and aim was very fast, having Raven, Priscilla, Florina and Kent hit at the same time. Seconds later, the paralysis took effect as they fell in the same helpless state they were. Rath had the Rienfleche already prepared and fired at the Assassin. What Lyn was shocked to see, was that the same Viper from the arena was a completely different fighter, altogether. With precision and timing, the Devil Serpent grabbed the arrow that was aimed for him, snapped it in two and chucked it one side. He then threw a dirk, hitting Rath's hand. Guy came at him with a swing of the Killing Edge, but he disappeared in an eye's blink and appeared on the left side of the swordsman, tossing two more dirks at him and Lyndis. The two sword fighters were fast enough to block the oncoming dirks with their swords and stood poised for a counter attack. Priscilla was tempted to run, the moment she got a good look at the heartless assassin.
"Priscilla! Stay where you are!" Lyn called after her. "He's trying to draw us out, so that his companions can kill us!"
"Really?" Viper answered sarcastically, twirling another two dirks. "Turns out I don't need my companions to deal with you after all. Where's your friend, the one who can use the Slayer ability?" They refused to answer, but it didn't matter once Viper noticed an unconscious Lucius near a corner. He threw the two dirks at him and Priscilla, hitting both of them. Seeing his fiancé hurt, enraged the Kutolah swordsman.
"Bastard! You'll pay for that!"
Before Guy could get in an attack, Viper blocked him with one hand and lifted himself off the air, landing a kick in his stomach and chest, before following up with a horizontal right kick to the face. Guy rolled to the side and sprang to his feet for a counter attack. The Assassin stared at Lyn, who hasn't made a move yet. She was beginning to see why Mark called him a hybrid. The Swordmaster spat blood from the corner of his lip, ready to attack, but Lyn had something to say to him.
"You're that Assassin I saw at the arena. Why aren't your men with you?"
The heartless assassin narrowed his eyes at her and said. "So what of it? That knowledge is irrelevant to a dead corpse." He unbuckled his chest belt and drew two ordinary Shamshirs from his back sheaths. "Hmph." He chuckled. "Not even your Iron Runes or Hoplon Guards can save you now. Your move."
This time, Lyndis lead the attack and attempted a feint thrust, anticipating him to dodge right. He did so, but went left instead and tried to aim for her neck. Guy's blade attempting to swipe him, intercepting him from killing her. Once he saw this, Viper pulled back his attack in time to dodge. It wasn't over as Lyndis and Guy pursued him relentlessly, taking swings at the flexible Assassin. Guy made a mistake in using his thrust attack, leaving an opening for Viper. The heartless Assassin plunged a Shamshir into Guy's ribcage, forcing the swordsman to scream in agony. At that same moment, he spinned his way behind Guy and plunged another Shamshir into his back. Lyn was about to attack him again, but Viper's reflexes were making it harder for her to hit him.
"Guy! Are you okay?" Lyn called after him, while keeping her eyes on her opponent. The Swordmaster was unable to answer her as the pain took its toll. Despite her paralysis state, Priscilla's tears began to flow. She saw what her beloved Guy was going through and tried to muster up her strength. The others that got affected were in the same state as she was. Their bodies couldn't move and they were unable to speak.
Priscilla had her Physic staff in her hand, thankfully and fought through the paralysis effect. Every word that she spoke, caused her blood to boil in agony. Despite this, she knew Guy was dying and wanted to save him. She couldn't finish her chant properly, but knew that a sliver of healing could prolong her fiancee's life and keep him from dying. She aimed her staff at the Swordmaster, praying that the Assassin doesn't kill them. Viper on the other hand, had his attention on Lyndis as he took his fighting stance. Wanting to end this fight quickly, the plainswoman used one of her best techniques.
Lyn used her thumb to click her Mani Katti open from its sheath and turned her back to the Assassin. Assuming she was insulting him, the Devil Serpent drew another two Shamshirs and came at her, only to halt in his tracks the moment she multiplied and disappeared. His eye caught her multiple forms briefly, before vanishing in thin air. At that moment, Viper's reflexes kicked in as five sword slashes from different directions came at him. The Assassin blocked them with careful precision, not expecting a sixth one. The Blade Lord appeared right in front of him, crouching with her sword at the ready. Viper wasn't able to counter fast enough as she slashed him across the torso, tearing through his flesh and clothing. For that moment, he was paralyzed in pain as the large, bleeding wound throbbed across his chest.
The second she landed, Viper dropped the daggers and took out a small glass marbled liquid. He smashed it against his wounded chest, causing something inside him to snap. A surge of energy coursed through his veins as enraged Assassin dashed at her with murderous intents. Out of shock, the plainswoman did a piercing thrust and penetrated Viper's chest, causing blood to spray forth from the wound. Despite the inflicting wound, Viper grabbed her head with both hands and bashed his forehead against hers. A jarred Lyndis barely had the time to recover as the Devil Serpent gave a knee shot to her face. As she fell back, Viper drew the sword from his chest, unfazed at the wound it left and tossed it aside. The Blade Lord tried to get his arm in a lock, but the Assassin proved too strong. He reversed the process and tossed Lyndis against a table. Her back clashing against the wooden furniture caused her to cough out blood. The others watched on helplessly as the dirks paralysis effects got the better of them. Only Sain, Kent and Rath tried to fight against it, but like Priscilla, it caused them unbearable pain.
- V -
"Take him to Hells Gate. Have Marlba keep him alive, well fed and saved for last. I want him to make the boy's last hour an 'experience' he will never forget." Once Gathian spoke those terrifying words, the terrified boy was at his limit, trying to restrain his tears. Among Trivalon's youth, he heard horrifying stories of Hells Gate. Never in his life had he ever thought such a place existed, much less ever being sent there. "My request aside, tell him to do what he does best...and enjoy his work." With that, Gathian stood to his feet and turned to Edgar, only to find the dirk used on his son plunged in his chest.
"Run for it, Mark!!"
With that, the boy stood to his feet and ran. Not caring where, as long as he got away from Gathian and his Assassin. The young Tactician barely got a few steps away, when his wounds took its toll on him. He fell to his hands and knees, out of strength as the thorny grass pricked his skin further. Edgar saw that his father was unaffected by the dirk as Gathian gripped Edgar's face and slammed him, head first to the floor. The impact had the Crystal Wolf reeling in pain as the Dark Emperor picked up his spear and began beating him, using it like it was a cane. Edgar reeled on his side in agony, as his father continued to beat him mercilessly.
A short distance from father and son, Mark noticed the hybrid leader who had beaten Mark senseless. Those black and yellow serpent eyes that carried no mercy as he massacred defenseless people. The Assassin slowly walked up to Mark, unconcerned if he tried to run. He knew that Mark could not outrun him. Their final hour was here.
The Tactician did his best to suppress his fears and hold back his tears as the physical pain was unbearable. Out of a whim, the hybrid unleashed a violent kick against Mark's face cheek, causing the boy to fall and roll over. The thorny grass, lightly piercing his hands as he writhed in pain. The heartless leader grabbed him by the collar and with his fist, began to strike Mark's face. He got in three blows, but for a thirteen year old who was mercilessly beaten earlier, those punches were on the verge of killing him. His face had already taken severe blows. His nose bled even more, a mixture of red and dark red blood. The youth coughed up and sneezed out more blood, which stained the dead grass and three loose teeth. Because of the blows to his head, Mark felt his consciousness fading. The hybrid was about to go for another one, when Gathian stopped him.
"Enough dammit! You'll kill him!" The Assassin obeyed and took out a needle, piercing it halfway into Mark's bare shoulder.
"For your last journey to Hells Gate, my farewell gift to you." A moment later, the needle took effect and paralyzed Mark's nervous system. From his body movement to his physical pain, he couldn't feel a thing. Those serpent eyes were the last thing he saw, before slipping into darkness.
One thing that still bothered her was that why only this Assassin came to fight them and not another faction like the first two. The swordswoman began to wonder if it had something to do with the lightning noise she heard earlier. Her head and back throbbed with pain as she fought against it, climbing to her feet. Viper saw this and drew another two Shamshirs, only this time, it was red. Refusing to fall, Lyndis courageously assumed her fighting stance.
"Now...the fang of the Pale Horse will strip you of whatever life you have left. The hour of your death shall be very painful." His murderous tone was heard as he flickering the red daggers casually. Viper dashed at her, but stopped himself and arched his upper body back as a dirk just barely missed his face. An angry Viper looked around for the person who did it, when his eye caught the last person he expected to see emerge behind the throne.
"Gary Stu!" He snarled. "Haven't I killed you already?" Lyn saw Mark standing a few feet away from her, between them.
"Stay back! He's dangerous!" She warned him, fearing for his life. Mark wasn't listening at all as he finally remembered where he saw those eyes.
"Viper. Do you remember me?" The Tactician questioned.
"Of course I do." He spat with sarcasm. "You're the corpse who should've remained a corpse." The strategist stepped in between the Blade Lord and the Assassin. Mark's malevolent side showed itself clearly. A very dark expression swept his features.
"Funny. Right now, 'tis a pity I don't share your humorous mood."
Viper narrowed his eyes and readied his poisonous daggers. "No one has ever survived the Pale Horse. I don't know how you did, so let's see if lightning can strike in the same place twice." Before he could attack, Mark drew his Shamshir and also readied himself for attack.
"Those eyes." Mark began. "I recall you nearly beating me to death, seven years ago. You did a good job of breaking my nose and making me piss myself in fear."
"What the Hell are you talking about?" Viper asked quizzically. "I don't remember beating the shit out of some whelp."
"Play dumb, if you wish. I care not for you end here." Came his venomous voice. Lyndis was one side, listening to their dialogue and scouting to see if everyone was alright. Knowing that Viper's men were waiting outside, she went to pick up her sword, while keeping her eyes on the chuckling Assassin.
"Do the two of you really think you can take me?"
"Stand back! I'll take care of him!" Lyn said to Mark, while keeping her blade overhead.
"Lyn." Came Mark's reply. "It's over. Put your sword down." Before she could say anything, Mark sheathed his dagger and added. "He's already defeated."
Realizing that the Tactician was referring to him, Viper lost his patience and sped towards him for a kill. Lyn ran forward to intercept, but jarred to a halt when she saw a black-hooded youth bared down his blade behind the unsuspecting Assassin. At the same time, Mark stood unfazed, as if he knew the end result. The hybrid Assassin fell to his knees, screaming as blood sprayed from his back. Once she got closer, it was then that Lyn began to notice her friend's dark side. Mark never took his eyes off the fallen Assassin as a kneeling Edgar stood to his feet.
"Sorry...I took so long." He spoke, through his fatigue. "Had some...trouble with...my powers."
"Mark." She whispered with a rising concern and fear in her voice. "Are you okay?"
"Mark?" Viper bellowed. "Mark of the Four Cornerstones?! It can't be...your dead!"
"You of all people should've known who I was." Mark's tone had hints of disappointment. "You seem to have lost your touch as well, maggot."
"I'll kill you for insulting me!!" The shocked Assassin flicked the poisoned Shamshir with his right hand and attempted to slay the uncaring Tactician. Because of his injuries, Viper was too slow which gave Mark a chance to block and grabbed his right hand in a lock. Before he could break Viper's arm, the hybrid Assassin attempted to kill him with the poison, coated dagger in his left hand. At that moment, Edgar grabbed his left arm and suffused it with dark magic. A pale Lyndis used all her willpower to keep herself from screaming as Viper's arm exploded off his shoulder completely. Blood and pieces of flesh sprayed all over as the Assassin screamed even louder. To avoid the risk of being killed, Mark twisted his remaining arm and used all his might to break the elbow bone causing the dagger to fall from his enemy's hand. Viper delivered a kick to the callous Tactician's stomach and threw himself to the floor, writhing in physical anguish. Edgar wanted to finish him, but Mark held out his hand to refrain him.
Lucius was coming out of his coma as a now recovered Guy, held Priscilla close. Edgar was busy chanting some words while holding out the Latona Staff, aiming it at all the Legion members. The paralysis effects wore off them and replenished their physical injuries, restoring their strength. Using his broken arm, Viper took out a flute from his pocket and blew on it, calling for reinforcements. The Legion were preparing for the worst when Mark said. "Play that flute all you want. No one's coming to help you." Lyn was the first to breathe a sigh of relief, hearing that. Once Viper saw it was futile, he ran out of the throne room, making his escape.
"Mark, he's getting away!" Edgar's tone carried a hint of anxiety.
"Don't try to stop me, all of you." Mark ordered with a malicious tone, removing his brown, open vest and tossing it aside. The strategist rolled up his white sleeves as he walked out, through the hallway of dead corpses, gathering the needed tools the deceased enemies were carrying. While Lyn's companions were seeing to one another, Vipers executioner trailed after him.
- VI -
The crippled Assassin ran for his life, shocked at what he saw. Outside of the castle, the burned corpses of his comrades had spread halfway across the field. Portions of the field itself had caught embers of blue flames as the strong stench of charred flesh rose into the atmosphere. Now he knew what Mark had meant. Meanwhile, the callous Tactician made his way outside the castle, mixing four different vials into one bottle to create a certain chemical. Over his shoulder, he had a belt full of dirks waiting to be dipped into the mixture. The Assassin fell to his knees, whimpering as he clutched the large wound where his arm once was. A couple of feet away, Mark advanced towards him, dipping a dirk into the chemicals and aiming to throw it at Viper. After a few misses, the strategist got closer and landed one of the contaminated dirks into the hybrids ankle. He threw another, which pierced into Viper's free ankle. Mark pushed one more through his hand, rendering him helpless.
"Lady Lyndis." Kent walked up to her, searching for any injuries.
"Kent, I'm fine. Someone must've healed us completely." She looked around and saw all her allies on their feet. Her eyes rested on the Dark Prince as he walked out of the throne room. "Thank you Edgar." She called after him, but he didn't respond back.
"Lyn!" Priscilla shouted. "Should we follow Mark?"
"That fool!" Kent gritted his teeth. "He might get himself killed!"
The Legion made their way outside, holding their breaths due to the unpleasant odor. Outside, they saw a stomach turning scene play itself out some distance from them.
"You sure about, Kent?" Said Raven. "Looks like he's about to do the killing."
Viper's blood began to boil as his wounds were bleeding rapidly. The Assassin screamed at the top of his lungs, unable to bear the agony. Even worse was the fact that he was a hybrid and hybrids were naturally tougher to kill. Once his screaming desisted, Mark knelt beside him and gave the Assassin his horrific eulogy.
"The legendary Assassin who almost killed me...I expected you to be much tougher than this. Were you just weak or are you not all that."
"This...do-doe-doesn't...end..." The crippled Viper gurgled.
A callous Mark clenched his fist and spoke with a calm malice. "Wanna know what I just did to you?" The helpless hybrid gurgled, trying to speak. He could hear Mark's voice clearly to the point where it began to cause physical pain to his ear drums.
"I did a bit research on you guys. You should've been more careful, carrying all kinds of poisons and toxins on you. After all, mixing certain chemicals together in formula could be used as a...potent tool of torture." Gurgling and body vibrations were all that Mark could hear and see from the hybrid. "The toxics I infected you with contaminates your nervous systems, making it impossible to move a muscle or even die from shock. Then, whatever pain you suffer from, even a small cut, is multiplied a hundred fold. To make it even worse, it builds up one's endurance rapidly, prolonging your suffering and keeping you from dying." The Tactician removed his mask and forced him to drink the rest of the chemicals, in order to multiply Viper's anguish from a hundred fold to a thousand fold. Once he was done, the strategist tossed the bottle aside, sat on top of him and grabbed him by the collar. Lyn called out for him to stop, but Mark was so enraged that his facial features clearly showed it. The blinding and tormenting hate he buried years ago was surfacing itself in full, only this time, his companions would witness it for the very first time.
Authors Notes: Some of you may be questioning the whole hybrid thing I just brought in, but trust me. There's an explanation for this that'll be explored further down. In case I neglected to mention, a lot of events are gonna take place during the course of the first three books, so Gathian isn't the only enemy they have to worry about. Anyway, this list will get updated once in a while as things progress. The next chapter will have sexual content; just a heads up for those who don't care for/prefer lemon. As for some of the exclusive classes I came up with, I'll give some depth there on another occasion, like stats, special abilities, etc. for those curious. Of course, I will try to balance them out and I'm open to suggestions of course. Till next time.
Legend Of The Chaos Hero Dramatis Personae
A bit of info about the characters, nations, etc. If you feel there's any problems, feel free to point it out & let me know.
Continent Of Olympia - Inspired by Greek/Norse Mythology & FE 7's Elibe. Each nation is ruled by a king/emperor/sultan/etc. (obviously) each of them differ, basically. The various families play a large role in the prequel, so they won't have much focus here.
Four Cornerstones – Four high-ranked generals, their king's guardians & strongest warriors. Every ruler of their nation has four generals assigned to specific roles, depending on the culture of their nation, but protecting their ruler with their lives is in tradition, mandatory. Those aspiring to be members of the Four Cornerstones go through a training art, exclusive to the strongest warriors. Those that master their training, acquire a special ability, depending on their class/profession.
Trivalon - One of the two most powerful nations of Olympia. Trivalon & Regallas have been allied for many generations thanks to their founders. Often vigilant when it comes to law & order, their systems have no mercy on the worst of criminals. Despite this, most of the residents strive to make their nation a utopia. They have remained neutral for the last few generations.
Ruling family – Von Hanover
Cities - Hera, Hercules & Artemis(capital)
Regallas - The other most powerful nation & Trivalon's ally. Unlike their ally, Regallas is often aggressive in warfare & is infamous to showing no mercy to any nation that makes war with it. Most of its inhabitants are serving the emperor's army.
Ruling family – Lancaster
Cities - Persephone, Atlanta & Achilles(capital)
Malidone - Like Regallas & Trivalon, Malidone & Malibine remained allies for many generations. These two nations are known to be more religious than the other five. Their hierarchy has become more corrupt than the other nations.
Cities – Epimetheus(capital) & Tanngrisnir
Malibine - Malidone's ally & also a religious nation, although its people are more obsessed with nobility. Unlike their superior nations, Malibine & its partner has their church & state intergrated.
Ruling family - Yorke
Cities – Prometheus(capital) & Tanngnjóstr
Ravverine, Tethys & Elabark - The lesser of the other four nations, now decimated. The survivors now form a resistance. (More info will be given at the prequel as these nations themselves play no role in this fic, but the resistance do.)
Skronavuhrm – The cursed nation of Olympia. A land unfit for most humans.
Hells Gate – Also known as the Accursed Prison. A place that was originally for the most dangerous of criminals. Said to be the closest that any human will get to Hell.
Mount Nemesis - Nothing yet, but this will play a role down the line as well.
Characters - Book 1's list
Lyndis - A half-blooded Sacaen warrior and Caelin's princess. She is a master at the sword, bow and martial arts. Would go to great lengths to protect her friends, yet show no mercy towards her enemies. Near the end of the war, she felt a rift between her and Mark and questions why.
Age - 20
Class - Blade Lord
Mark - Often cold and arrogant towards most of his allies, yet peerless in his profession and intelligent ahead of his years. Near the end of the war, his feelings for Lyndis grew from mere friendship to love, but chooses to hide it from her.
Age - 21
Class - Tactician/Prince
Edgar - Mark's childhood friend and the son of Emperor Gathian. A horrific event that changed his character completely and affected Mark, now fuels their desire for revenge. A very powerful user of dark magic and extremely skilled with the sword. A former hero who is now a shell of what he once was.
Age - 25
Class - Dark Prince
Cassandra - The daughter of Gathian and also a friend of Mark. She's lightens up when around him and Edgar, but often protective of them. After learning of the tragedy that took place near Hells Gate, she joins in the plot to kill her father.
Age - 23
Class - Princess
Gathian - The power-hungry emperor of Regallas. A very dangerous man who is feared by many and is one of the three most powerful lance fighters of Olympia, alongside Rugal and Knarvet. Intolerable of excuses and compromisors.
Age - 47
Class – Dark Emperor
Dart - Mark's friend and Fargus's second in command whose always seeking adventure, women and booty. A young, foul-mouthed pirate whose sarcasm equally matches his fighting prowess.
Age - 19
Class - Berserker
Geitz - Dart and Mark's friend, a wandering warrior who severed all ties with his merchant father. He is often known to never fully see things through on whatever he starts. Like Dart, Geitz became concerned for Mark after Athos spoke of the future.
Age - 23
Class - Warrior
Florence – Knarvet's attractive daughter and a milkmaid serving the Von Hanover family. She isn't very bright, but has a heart of gold, loves children and is raising a piglet.
Age – 22
Class – Civilian (Milkmaid, if anyone wants to go into technicalities).
Karel - He's a wandering swordmaster who constantly seeks strong opponents. A fearless, bloodlust killer who enjoys a challenging fight and is known as the Sword Demon. Very few people knows the reasons for his murderous ways.
Age - 22
Class - Swordmaster
Jazmal - A morally corrupt saint serving the Elimine Church and the potential successor of Chancellor Elvika. Although power hungry and greedy, Jazmal often uses his wits and careful planning to cover his tracks. Often has a foul mouth when not putting up an impression.
Age - 42
Class - Saint
Nathyn - A virtuose man who is Mark's uncle, a talented and well respected Maestro. Despite his crippled arm, he conducts and holds the Royal Concert every year. Was once a powerful user of anima.
Note: His character design is inspired by Ludwig Von Beethoven and Barlowe from Castlevania: Order Of Ecclesia
Age - 60
Class - Maestro
Florina - A young pegasus knight serving house Caelin and Lyn's closest friend. She is usually shy and afraid of men, but became more courageous and outspoken after the war.
Age - 18
Class - Falcoknight
Fiora - Florina's older sister and a mercenary from Ilia. She is more dutiful and often protective of Florina. Harbors animosity towards Mark for his harsh methods of training Florina.
Age - 19
Class - Falcoknight
Rugal - The king of Trivalon and Gathian's former friend. A father who seeks to amend his ways for past mistakes and better the lives of the common people. Also Mark's father and Nathyn's younger brother.
Age - 50
Class - King/Lancer
Rath - The son of the Silver Wolf, Dayan, the leader of the Kutolah tribe. Although silent most of the time, he cares about Lyndis and finds Mark unworthy of her.
Age - 20
Class - Nomadic Trooper
Kent - The young commander of Caelin, who takes his duties very seriously. Him and Sain worries for Lyndis as the animosity between them and Mark grows.
Age - 22
Class - Paladin
Sain - Sub-commander of Caelin and Kent's closest partner. After the Nergal war, Sain took his duties more seriously much to the surprise of Kent and reserved his affection to Florina only.
Age - 22
Class - Paladin
Avenfrite - Nathyn's disowned son and prince of Trivalon. A self-absorbed, spoiled youth who has no respect for anyone he deems beneath him. Often detested by most of the commoners.
Age - 29
Class – Prince
Bersk – An elite of Regallas, serving Gathian. Bersk is known to often lose his temper when things don't go his way. Has a personal vendetta against Mark for killing his brother.
Age – 28
Class - Hero
Knarvet - Rugal's best friend and the most powerful general in Trivalon, despite his age. Often serious and loyal to his king and country. Well respected among Trivalon, their army and aspiring soldiers.
Age - 52
Class - Lancer
Raven - Former prince of the ruined house Cornwell. Overprotective of his sister, making it very difficult for most of her suitors to win her, including Guy.
Age - 19
Class - Hero
Guy - A swordsmaster from the Kutolah tribe, aspiring be the best in his profession. Guy became friends with Raven during the course of the Nergal War and fell in love with Priscilla, vowing to protect her.
Age - 19
Class - Swordmaster
Lucius – A kind and gentle follower of Elimine, who is often mistaken for a woman. A close friend of Raven. Recently became concerned of the Archsage's prophecy and Mark's well being.
Age - 21
Class - Bishop
Priscilla – The adopted daughter of Count Caerleon and former princess of the ruined House Cornwell. She is a headstrong, but kind person. Raven's long lost sister and Guy's fiancee'.
Age - 18
Class - Valkyrie
Tauz - A self-absorbed elite, who treats most women like dogs. Often lustful and flaunts a sense of superiority. Jazmal's right hand man.
Age - 32
Class - Marshall General(demoted)
Ravi - A high ranked general who harbors a vengeful grudge against Karel. Like Jazmal, he is ambitious and cares only for himself.
Age - 27
Class - Paladin Silver/Gold Knight (Promotion)
Otrenielle - A young mute child, who was part of Gathian's slave ring. After rescuing her, she is befriended by Mark who vows to protect her. She looks up to him like a father.
Age - 6
Class - Civilian
Torak - Gathian's high-ranked elite, a very stern general when it comes to his duties and loyal to the Lancaster family.
Age - 52
Class - Great Knight
Tamia - A middle-aged woman, serving as one of Gathian's elites. She has become more withdrawn in the last few years.
Age - 44
Class – Summoner
Viper – A hybrid Assassin who is considered legendary among Olympia's denizens. Said to have disappeared after the demise of the Four Cornerstones. One of the four most powerful hybrids of Skronavurhm.
Age – Unknown
Class – Assassin (Hybrid version)
Minor Characters
Fargus - The captain of the Davros and a man who has been on many adventures. Fargus constantly seeks new places and challenges. He is a father figure to most of the crew, including Dart, Geitz and Mark.
Age - 57
Class - Berserker
Candel Jack – A roguish pirate and Fargus's cousin. He was kicked out of the Davros twenty years ago for his blacks against Knarvet. During their short reunion Dart coaxes Geitz into a prank that results in Jacks disappearance.
Age – 56
Class – Swashbuckler
Girkar – One of Gathian's Four Cornerstones and brother of Bersk. Like his brother, Girkar is full of himself and will pick a fight with anyone weaker than himself. He was killed by Mark in a death match for pitting himself against the Tactician.
Age - 27
Class – Wyvern Knight
Adviser Shirl – One of the council leaders, serving the king. Has a prejudice attitude against commoners and those that come from there. Despite this, he has vast influences with various sources.
Age – 46
Class - Sage
Arel – A pager working for Trivalon's royal family. When he was kidnapped along with the other children, Mark went to into enemy territory to save them. Often hard working, but timid and shy.
Age – 19
Class – Civilian
Lledreth – Arel's childhood friend, who was sold to a brothel and became a prostitute. Known to be selfish and manipulative, she is blinded by the delusion that Tauz loves her, despite enduring his abuse.
Age – 15
Class – Civilian
Alovandria – Arel's mother, a soldier in the king's army and a former student of Knarvet. One year before Mark's supposed death, she was among the few who hasn't forgotten Mark's heroics. Shortly after reuniting with her son's hero, she died in the beasts chambers, trying to defend Mark.
Age – 42
Class – Halberdier
Note: I've never played FE 1/3/11 & only looked up some of the characters. I thought to make her a relative to Merric to, 1. Better explore a bit of Mark's past.(Random, I know) 2. Have the readers learn a bit more about her, despite her short role & 3. Have her recognize him. Hopefully, I don't get any hatemail from the FE zealots for this.
Chancellor Elvika – The head pope of the Elimine church in Trivalon's division. Despite the separation of the church and state, he shares a mutual friendship with Nathyn.
Age – Yet to be decided.
Class - Saint
Trivia: The pound of flesh quote comes from Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice, 1596. A quote from Shylock, who demanded payment from Antonio. The meaning of the quote is something which is owed that is ruthlessly required to be paid back.