The Results of War
The Results of War
By: KellyCRocker59
Chapter Twenty-One: Heated Moments
This chapter is kind of like a start to the rest of the fic in the way that a LOT happens in the next chapter. So, it'll probably be a while before I update again. Sorry.
The army was abuzz as Bartre carried the dead body of Lady Louise back to camp hurriedly, Matthew running beside him with the note.
"Get the lady to the healer's tent!" Eliwood ordered.
Everyone was horrified as Louise was laid down in the tent, Priscilla and Pent rushing to work on the sniper.
"This isn't good." Oswin remarked to the thief Legault, the two males sitting on logs not too far from the tent.
The aqua-haired man shook his head, "No, it's not; they're only wasting time trying to keep her alive. I don't think that Lord Pent will be able to go on without her, and the army severely needs his magical abilities right now."
The knight nodded, folding his arms over his chest. Louise was dead by sunset.
Hector felt adrenaline surge through him as he slit the throat of a mage before he could scream, jumping and throwing himself onto a soldier and stabbing the enemy in the heart, blade sliding through the armor plates. The lord turned to Karel as he landed on his feet. The swordmaster had slaughtered twenty foes easily, compared to Hector's seven. The older male motioned to the younger, and Hector hurried over.
In the past week, the two had cut a path through half of the Black Fang's massive forces, the rest of the army still unaware just how their troops were getting killed. Hector had grown to be especially potent at this task, the thrill of killing becoming like a high. However, the lord couldn't completely erase the feeling of remorse as he slew the soldiers.
He reached Karel and the older male set a hand on the younger's bare shoulder.
"You are doing very well, young lord." Karel said, and Hector blushed slightly, "Let us return to safety."
Karel always referred to the room where they stayed as 'safety.' Maybe it was because it was the only safe place they had. The two males headed back to the room, Karel ahead and leading the young lord behind him. They arrived there and walked in, Karel quickly pushing and pulling the many locks up and down the door into place.
"Do you have any family around here?" Hector asked, pulling a blanket off of the floor and wrapping it around his body.
"They were killed many years ago." Karel replied, eyes not leaving his sword, which he sheathed and set down on the ground, grabbing a different one that was beside it.
"Oh, I'm sorry…" Hector said, looking at the ground.
"No, it's fine; I'm glad that you don't feel intimidated to ask questions." The swordmaster replied, turning to the lord.
"Why would I? I mean, you saved my life; you aren't going to kill me." Hector said.
"Well, you must learn that I am your master; we have to work together when we leave this room, because if we don't, you will almost certainly die."
Hector nodded.
The army morale had truly reached a low. Everyone was still worried about Hector, and now with the death of Lady Louise, no one felt like fighting. However, Pent was truly miserable.
The sage stood by a small lake, eyes focused on the flowing water.
"She was a great woman."
Pent turned to see Hawkeye standing behind him, arms crossed over his chest.
"She was." He replied.
"I would like to ease your pain, Lord Pent." The guardian said.
"Hawkeye, I-"
"She wouldn't have wanted you to be sad, milord. Please, allow me to help you." Hawkeye interrupted, walking forward and getting on his knees, unbuckling the lord's pants and unzipping them. Pent gasped as Hawkeye pulled him to the ground, the sage laying back as the guardian pulled away his underwear and took the shaft into his mouth, sucking on the head powerfully.
Pent tilted his head back, sitting up on his elbows as Hawkeye wrapped his arms around the smaller male's legs, pulling them apart. The berserker sank down, taking the entire manhood into his mouth, his nose tickled by the soft hairs at the base.
The sage groaned as the guardian began to move his head along the shaft, sucking and licking. Pent reached down, gripping Hawkeye's blonde hair tightly as the guardian sped up, sinking all the way down each time. Pent threw his head back and dug his fingers into the grass, gently thrusting up into the guardian's mouth.
The sage groaned as he came, seed filling Hawkeye's mouth. The guardian spit it out to the side, sitting up.
"Thanks." Pent said, and Hawkeye nodded, helping the panting sage to his feet.
Raven sighed, putting his hands behind his head. He was laying in his bedroll, bored. Unlike the rest of the army, the young mercenary wasn't really in that bad of a mood. He was sad for the woman, but he hadn't known her, so he was ready to keep going. Too bad the rest of the army didn't feel the same way.
Eliwood sighed, setting his face in his hands. He sat at his desk, frustration seeping over him.
"Lord Eliwood, may I come in?"
"Yes." The lord replied.
Marcus appeared in the doorway.
"Milord, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Marcus, just…"
Eliwood turned to the paladin, his hands falling into his lap. Marcus sighed sympathetically, seeing the dark lines under the lord's eyes. He walked forward, kneeling in front of Eliwood.
"It will get better. Soon everyone will be better, and we'll be able to move out again."
"This is all just so…frustrating! We need to keep moving, and yet everyone gets so bogged down with the casualties. We can't stop every time someone is killed; it is tremendously sad, but we are vulnerable when we just stop moving."
Marcus grabbed Eliwood's hands, pulling them to his chest.
"It will get better, milord. I promise."
Eliwood smiled, and Marcus felt his heart leap.
"Thank you, Marcus."
There was an awkward silence, and Marcus stood, placing Eliwood's hands back in the lord's lap.
"Well, I'm here if you need anything, milord." Marcus said.
Eliwood nodded, and, without thinking, the paladin leaned down, placing a kiss on the younger male's forehead. Marcus turned and left the tent quickly, his lord's face red.
Hector opened his eyes slowly when he heard the door to the small space open. He watched as Karel slipped in, walking over and sheathing his sword, placing it on the rack with the others. The swordmaster then walked over to the center of the room, sitting down and extracting a small package from his robe. Hector stood and walked over to Karel as the older male removed the cloth around the pack, revealing two apples, two pieces of cooked meat, and two slices of bread.
The swordmaster handed the young lord his portion, both males eating in silence. Then, Hector spoke.
"Why are you doing all of this for me? I mean, you could have just allowed me to die a long time ago."
"You are a good person, young one, and a strong fighter. I don't allow people like you to be wasted."
"Well, thank you." The lord replied.
Another long silence continued before Karel spoke.
"I'm afraid that the enemy is starting to take drastic measures to ensure that no more of their soldiers are killed. I think it best that you stay close to me tonight, young one; if the soldiers decide to search these rooms, I worry that you won't be able to defend yourself if they enter here."
Hector nodded, taking the final bite of his apple, glad that he would not have to worry that night.