Tatsu: Okay, this time I'm not going to leave my story alone for so long. The only problem is that I've lost readers! NO! Only two reviews and one from my beta. So this time, I promise it'll be a good, long chapter! I swear it will! oh? I have another reader, awesome! That brightens my day a bit
I think this one is going to be a long one, so I won't take too long with the author comments. Here comes chapter 26: Better Tactics!
Chapter 26: Better Tactics
Lyn, Swordswoman of Sacae
Will paused here. He wasn't sure of what to put under her name. They had been through so much together in the short time since they had met on the plains of Sacae. It was something he felt he should think out a bit more than the others. While they were also dear to him, she was special.
His first true friend outside of the Fang.
"Boy, why are you hesitating?" Came the gruff voice that still made him smile every time he heard it.
"Lord Wallace… I'm just not sure what to put under Lyn's name yet." The older man grunted, as if to say he understood perfectly.
"Well, make sure it's good, because she and that Pegasus girl like to read it." He replied, making Will smile. It was true that Lyn and Florina were the ones who most often asked him to read what he had put, or read it themselves.
"Right, I'll do that." He smiled.
"How're those weights I gave you working?" Lord Wallace asked, changing the subject.
"Pretty well, actually. It gives me something to do besides work on tactics. I run in the early morning so I can clear my thoughts for the day ahead. It helps me strategize." He answered, and the General nodded approvingly.
"Very well then, from here on I will be your running partner!" He declared.
Will winced. "What? No, I don't think that'll be necessary, Lord Wallace."
"Of course it is! The Princess can no longer run with you, so I shall! In fact, let's start now! Move your feet, youngling!" Wallace boomed. Will soon found himself running, with Wallace nearly charging him from behind. Of course, it turned into a total fiasco. Wallace decided it wasn't enough of a challenge, and soon the whole camp was doing laps while he yelled at them to go faster from the background.
Will couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. Despite the madness, the old general cared, and had their best interest at heart. It was hard to begrudge the guy for doing anything else but making sure they were in top form before the battle began.
Somehow, this had become their morning routine. Wallace would awaken the camp (No one was sure how he continued to get up before everyone else), and then run them for a while before their day's march began. Will couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it. It brought him a sense of peace.
Of course today was different. There was no running. He had awakened before everyone else this time. He made his rounds again, making sure all the weapons were in place, all the animals were prepared for the ordeal to come; all the tomes were crisp and ready, the works. He had been doing this for the past two days, and this time he was even pickier about the details. There could be no mistakes. Mark was an expert tactician, learning much from every battle, and every strategy Will had. That is why he had devised a whole new strategy for this. Mark would be expecting a ton of different tactics, but Will had never used this one. He only hoped it worked.
He woke the camp, and immediately they were all alert. They knew that today was the day they would reach the Taliver stronghold. This meant that the battle would begin today, and possibly end. It could end with their victory… or defeat. And in truth, they could not expect any more aid then they already had. He tallied their chances. A dark mage Mirage, an anima mage Erk, a healer Serra, an axeman Dorcas, a thief Matthew, a nomad Rath, a light mage Lucius, Mark the light mage, Chaos the wyvern rider, Wallace the general, Raven the mercenary, Guy the swordsman and himself.
Of course, they were wrong. At that moment, two parties were also heading towards the Taliver stronghold as fast as they could. One comprised of a Pharaen Lord, two Paladins, a Hero, and a Wyvern Lord. The other comprised of a Caelin Princess, a Pegasus knight, a thief, two knights and an archer. That meant that eleven extra units were heading their way. But they had no idea of this, and neither Lord had thought to send a carrier pigeon with the news to Will. And now that the thought had occurred to them, it was too late to turn back to send word.Meanwhile, Mark sat on his throne in the stronghold, smiling simply to himself. Will would use a strategy that Mark had never seen. He knew this without needing to think about it. He knew all of Will's strategies. In fact, he knew Will head to foot. It was only natural. Will was his angel of despair, after all. Slema and Goyu were of great help to him, and now his three posts were set up once again. Will would attack during the day. He had many magic users and Archers with him, and their visibility was much better during the day. He simply put his fingers together, entwining them carefully and meaningfully. He would wait, just as he had at Caelin. This time, Will was his. He would break the spell of that witch and take him back, or would save him… by ending his life.
Eliwood wiped his sweaty brow. "Marcus, when will we arrive at the stronghold?" He asked, anxious to arrive as quickly as possible. The older Paladin simply shook his head.
"Not until tomorrow, my lord. I'm sorry, but if we are to be in top physical condition…" Eliwood waved him off. He knew too well what it would cost them to rush in tired and hungry. He only hoped that Will would not start the fight until the next day, but the man had no idea that they were coming to aid him.
"Be ready to fight tomorrow then, for we will have to head strait into the heart of combat." Eliwood said, and Marcus nodded. As he glanced around at the other experienced soldiers, he saw each of them nod as well. This was no drill, or training exercise… they might very well be going to their deaths.
Lyn couldn't help the rush she felt as the wind blew through her hair. It was almost as if she were back on the plains, gathering food and herbs, tending to Will in her tent… she shook her head. Somehow, a need to no longer be alone had brought her to Lycia, and then to Caelin, where now she had been reunited with her grandfather she never knew she had. And now the one who had helped her get there was in mortal danger.
"Kent, how much longer until we arrive?" She asked. Kent smiled at the sense of urgency clearly noticeably in her voice. It was too bad he had to reply with bad news.
"I'm afraid not until tomorrow, and if I'm right in my calculations Will should be there or reaching there today." He said, and the whole unit seemed to tense more than before. "If we are to maintain a level of skill enough to battle, that's the best we can do."
Lyn sighed. "You're right, of course, but it doesn't exactly make me feel any better, Kent." She said, as the wind continued to roar past them.
"I'm sorry, milady." He said, a sad smile crossing his face.
"There's nothing for you to apologize for, Kent. All we can do is ride… ride and hope that we make it in time." She said, as she looked at the sky.
He could see it now. Merely a mile away, the fortress loomed before them. It was a massive shape, that it was no wonder he could easily find it. The Taliver stronghold; where, undoubtedly, Mark waited for him. Everyone's weapons were out, including the new people. Mirage had his Dark tomes, Guy a long sword, obviously one from Sacae, and Raven his great sword. How he could lug around such a large blade was beyond Will, but then again, he had been wearing weights until that morning. He had been sure to take them off, and in truth he felt much lighter than he ever had. Now there was only the battle to focus on. They paused as Will took a look around.
By the looks of things, Mark was trying out a new strategy. One he had been sure Will wouldn't think to cover. It was true, he hadn't thought of it. "Everyone stay in close formation! They're coming in a triangle!" He glanced at each again. One was the group ahead, leading to the gates of the fort where Mark undoubtedly awaited him. The Second was lead by a Light mage, who Will knew from the Fang. It was Slema. The Third was a Fire Mage, name of Goyu. Will didn't like the looks of this.
His command was followed immediately, and each group of the triangle was spotted within a minute by the other members of the group. "Looks like this isn't going to be easy…" Erk muttered, as the pages of his tomes fluttered in the wind. A small smile spread across his lips. This was a true test of his training.
"Was it supposed to be?" Mirage answered, as he began to chant a spell. "Eclipse!" He shouted, as he blasted one from Goyu's group, and there was an immediate response. It was then when all hell broke loose. Will knew he needed a new strategy, and quick. "Alright everybody, listen up. I'm assigning groups, and we'll have to tackle each part of the triangle."
Everyone nodded, and waited. Will pointed at Mark. "Mark, you lead group one, and will take out Slema's group. In that group is Erk, Serra, Chaos, and Mark himself." They nodded, and faced their group. Four against at least twenty. Not very good odds. At least they had the Healer.
"Group two is lead by Rath. It with comprise of him, Lucius, Raven, and Mirage." They nodded, and turned to Goyu's group without a word. They knew that Will was saving Mark's group for himself. Rath couldn't help but think that he had been named leader in place of Mirage, despite Will's obvious trust in his old comrade. Perhaps he had not been thinking it out enough. After all, he was making this up on the fly.
"If you can't tell already, the final group is comprised of Matthew, Guy, Dorcas, Lord Wallace, and I. Our group is based on taking out the enemy fast and hard, think you can manage?" Again, all he received were nods, and he turned to face the last group. A tense silence followed, for what could've been five seconds, or five hours. "Go!"
The groups split, and the battle was joined.
Chaos and Azrael took the point, and surveyed their chances. Over two-hundred units, with more possibly on the way. This wasn't looking too good. "There's at least seventy-five to each of us!" She told Mark, as she landed next to him. He looked overjoyed at the news, what with his furrowed brow and his eyes looking like the end of the world had come.
It passed, however, and he shrugged. "I suppose there are worse ways to die. Let's see if they'll just try and wear us down. If we can hold out until nightfall, the attacks will pause. No one can fight in the dark all that well. Chaos, take the lead. Erk and I will support you with our magic. Serra, heal us whenever we need it." He group nodded, and the fight began.
Azrael didn't give the front lines a chance to counter, as he slammed down onto them, crushing many and slashing more down as they tried to escape him. Chaos herself didn't stay on him, but got down and cut down those on the left as her Wyvern handled the right. Her spear wasn't just for show, as some people had thought, she knew how to use it. Of course, she obviously didn't like the thought of blood getting splattered all over her clothing, due to the disgusted look on her face. Or maybe that was the smell.
Serra stayed near them both, as that was the safest position. It was the one time she was completely silent. Instead, she healed the Wyvern and his rider whenever they received a blow, and though it was crude, the method worked. The numbers slowly began to dwindle.
Erk and Mark weren't idle, as they took the far sides. On the right, swordsmen didn't get close to Erk, who was chanting so fast that fireballs were coming nearly one after the other, destroying one target followed quickly by another. "Thirty." Erk said to himself, as he readied his backup tome, noticing the slight break in the action. Will had been right to stock up. He'd probably go through three or four tomes before night arrived. Seeing his next victim approach, his chant began again.
Mark's light spells, while not as powerful, were useful to his experience as a mercenary. He was able to dodge attacks while chanting, and the axemen would fall. He still hadn't received a blow, but he began to be pushed back, and purposefully made it towards the others. It would do him no good to get separated from them, as he knew his stamina was no where near infinite. He blasted away one more axeman, and whipped out the next light tome as his previous one fell to the ground, useless.
Soon, they all found themselves together again, fighting the hoards of enemies. Mark's guess had been right, more units were arriving. "We need to take out the leader! Let's cut a path!" He shouted, and the others nodded.
Meanwhile, Rath had already surveyed the group the needed to defeat, having to shoot two archers who were aiming for him at the time. He rode back to the other three, looking at each in turn. "Raven, point." He said, and the mercenary nodded. "We three support from behind. Don't get separated." Lucius and Mirage immediately began chanting, Mirage having switched out his eclipse (Having used it five times already, taking out three swordsman and one more archer, including the first person he had killed) for a flux tome, as it tended to do more damage than his Luna tomes.
Raven didn't waste a moment. As the group charged, the minute the front line was reached, his sword began flashing. He had two more strapped to his sides, and Rath had extra weapons in pouches on Hailey for each of them. Will had planned this out more than he had lead on. He cut through his fifth axemen without a worry. None of them had been able to touch him.
Lucius focused his light magic on the swordsman and the lance users, as did Mirage. Raven had no trouble with axes, as his speed and sword worked well against them, but against other swords the possibility to survive lessened, and against a lanceman the chances became even less. Lucius's new shine spell did more damage than lightning, but he still had a couple of those in reserve. He blasted away his sixth unit, and took a moment to wipe the bead of sweat from his brow.
Mirage didn't take that moment. His chants took more time, and therefore he had to be continually doing it. He blasted away another swordsman with a flux spell, and immediately went into the next. In his mind, he was smiling. Will had made the right choice in leaders. Mark's light spells took the least time to chant, and his experience as a mercenary was sure to come in handy. Rath was an archer, and therefore could shout orders even while firing arrows into the enemy ranks. As he blasted away his tenth unit, he glanced at Rath.
Rath had his bow moving at speeds unknown. He had so many arrows in reserve, he had almost no need to conserve them, and as his aim was so good, he killed one person per shot. Of course, it didn't make a difference, as the numbers weren't thinning. They must've been getting reinforcements from somewhere, but he had no idea where. However, Will's advice and tactics surfaced in his mind. The commander is the most important. Kill him, and the soldiers lose their will to fight. Some surrender, and others run. Either way, it makes your chances better.
"Raven! Lucius! Mirage! Cut a path to the leader! I'm taking him out!" Rath called, shooting another archer as it aimed at Raven. The red head's only acknowledgement was the continuous swing of his sword, now cutting a path to Goyu, who stood higher on the ridge.
"One Day… I'll be famous. Everyone will know my name. And when I advocate for world peace, no one will deny it will be for the best." Will said, clenching his fist.
"Well now, that's an interesting goal. I think I'll help you." The man replied, smiling.
"Alright you four, let's do this." Will said, as they met the front line. They were all fighters, and therefore they simply cut through whatever came their way. Nothing could penetrate Wallace's armor in the weapons department, and Will and Matthew cut up the mages and archers before they had a chance to try.
Wallace's booming laugh gave heart to everyone, as he clanked around, slamming his lance into swordsmen and lancemen, and his axe into anything else. One hit was all it took to make them fall.
Guy was also a deadly force, with his Sacaen skills. He and Will also teamed together a couple of times to cut through multiple enemies at once. "You're quite good." He commented to the tactician.
"I've had good teachers." He replied, trying not to think about how much this reminded him of fighting with Lyn. The styles were different, but also similar. No movement was wasted as they fought through the hoards. He was glad Matthew had found this talent.
Matthew was also glad. Now he was able to go around and pick the pockets of his enemies, then cut their throats or stab their hearts or whatever suited him best to hit at the time. He had gotten quite a few healing salves for them to use on injuries, which Will was glad for. When one fell back, the others attacked to allow him time to recover, and then continue the fight.
Dorcas was also holding his own, his dodging skills surprising several opponents, and causing their deaths. "You should not have walked this road." He said sadly, and cut down a lanceman in one stroke. His hand axe flew out, killing a near anima mage, and continued his offense.
"Mark's somewhere here! We have to find him… and end him." Will said, and they began to attack methodically, searching for their target.
Slema's smile was oddly creepy. Maybe that was merely because he had several teeth missing. Mark stood squarely opposite him. He noticed the man was also a light user. "Everyone, take care of the others. He's mine. Chaos, you lead."
She nodded, and her Wyvern immediately rammed into the oncoming enemies, scattering several of them, and Chaos finished off those that didn't die from the initial attack. Serra followed Erk, as he began to blast away enemies once again with his fire tome. He could feel the fatigue creeping up on them. The day was getting older now.
Mark and Slema began chanting at the same time and, again in unison, they trust out their arms and cried "Shine!" The blasts met in midair, and both got thrown back in the resulting explosion. However, neither one was idle for long, and they both got back on their feet, chanting again wihtout pause.
Another blast followed, the spells clashing against each other. "You think you can beat me, boy?" Slema laughed. "You, who don't even believe in Saint Elimine?" Mark hesitated, and it cost him. The next blast hit him hard, and he toppled backwards. "You should die, and you will, for being unfaithful as you are."
Mark couldn't help but scoff a little. Who's unfaithful here? He countered with a Shine spell, but Slema barely staggered, and the next spell again sent him sprawling.
"Will, what do you fight for?" Mark asked, looking into the fire.
"You really want to know? There's two reasons. One is simpler than you think." The tactician replied, smiling slightly.
"If you want to tell me, I'd like to listen." Mark said, trying to not show his obvious curiousity. Will shook his head, and replied in a quiet voice.
"I don't want to die. And I don't want to see anyone close to me die either. Not again."
Mark stood up again, stubbornly, slipping out his hidden divine tome. "I don't want to die… and more importantly, I don't want Chaos to die because of my mistakes, or anyone else I've come to know." He began chanting, as did Slema. "If I die, I'm taking you with me!"
"Hah! As if you could kill anyone! Now you will die!" Slema yelled, as he thrust out his arm. Mark didn't, however. "Shine!"
The spell began to leave, but was stopped by a column of light that shot up from in front of Mark. "Divine." He said quietly, and the light hit Slema dead on. The scream was loud and long, but after the light faded, a corpse fell to the ground. Slema, one of the three leaders, was dead. Without a word, he turned to his companions, and began chanting again. Their battle was not yet done. He wasn't worried. Saint Elimine would protect them.
Rath had now reached Goyu. The other three had turned back to the enemies, after a quick round of healing slave application, and continued their assault. Raven and Lucius made a deadly combination, and Mirage would be a one-man army if not for his weaker defenses and speed. They kept the others at bay, while Rath notched an arrow into his bow, facing off with Goyu.
The Fire mage began chanting, and they both acted at once. Rath's arrow missed by an inch, but Hailey was moving fast enough that the fire spell missed him. Again the enemy chanted and he readied his bow, but this time his arrow was incinerated b the fireball, and it passed over Rath's shoulder. He felt the top of his shirt singe from it.
"That's nice of you to say, Rath." Will said, smiling.
"I don't say things unless they are true. You are strong." Rath responded, shrugging. Will waved it off as though it were nothing.
"No where near as strong as you." Rath. Sighed, his face falling slightly.
"I only appear that way." Will looked at him, and for a long moment there was silence between the two. Then Will stood up, and began walking away. He paused, and turned back to Rath.
"I don't think so." Then he continued on his way. Rath couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face.
"I had someone put their faith in me, and so I will not lose to someone such as you." Rath dodged the fire spell, and this time, his arrow flew true. It struck strait into the heart of Goyu, and without even a chance to utter a dying curse, he fell to the ground. Rath didn't pause, but readied another arrow as Hailey reared and turned around; facing the waves of enemies that still remained. Will had been right though. At the sight of their commander's defeat, several had fled, or killed themselves rather than surrender. The rest, however, still remained.
"What are you talking about?" Will asked, glancing at the man.
"You can't do this alone. You'll need power behind you. And who better than me to provide?" The man laughed, making Will smile. This was true.
Will had found him. That smirk, the flowing black cloak, and the dark tome that was open, prepared for a fight. "Mark…" he muttered, as the man smiled.
"Lord Wallace, You take command." Will said, as he drew the Tiger eye.
"Be careful lad." He responded, and he turned to the incoming enemies. Guy, Matthew, and Dorcas were already engaging them, and he followed, cutting through them with the same ease he had before.
"The Tiger eye…" Mark said, grinning evilly. "One of the three Emblem weapons, made long ago by the same smith who made the Fire Emblem."
"That's right." Will said, as he readied for combat. "Be glad it will cut you down."
Mark laughed. "It is sad… It seems that the witch's poison goes deeper than I thought. To save you from it, it seems that I'll have to kill you." He said. "Now… die!" And the battle began.
Will charged, his sword lashing out even as Mark was already dodging back, his chanting speed amazing. Almost as soon as Will realized he had missed the flux spell was fired, and Will rolled out of the way, then charged again, this time blocked by the silver cover of Mark's tome. "Luna!" Will found himself sent sprawling, the force of the spell amazing, despite it being weaker. He attacked again, this time cutting part of Mark's cloak from him.
"You've gotten faster." Mark said, as Will dodged the next flux spell. "Too bad it won't be enough. If you should happen to win, however…" He jerked his thumb behind him. "The emblem lance is somewhere in this stronghold. It was stolen by the Taliver bandits from some hack tribe that used to live on the plains.
"The Lorca." Will answered him, and Mark shrugged. His anger was growing, and he charged with renewed vigor, slashing several times in an attempt to hit the mark. Mark dodged every one, that smile still playing across his face and he hit Will with another Luna spell. He was now reeling, and could feel the damage that had been caused to his body by the spells. Several cuts were bleeding freely on his body, and he could feel the toll. However, he wasn't about to give in. He continued his assault, gaining gashes on Mark's left arm and right leg as the man dodged, and the hiss that escaped his adversary's lips made it quite plain that it hurt.
"You'll pay for that." Mark muttered darkly as he blocked Will's sword with his tome.
"Will I?" Will responded, smiling slightly. His smile faltered, however, as Mark blasted him with a third Luna spell. Will had barely gotten to his feet, when Mark fired an eclipse spell. It hit him full force, and he again sprawled on the ground, this time struggling to get to his feet, as Mark laughed maniacally.
Dark had fallen and all the other fighting had stopped. The two groups were wiped out, and the others had joined Wallace's group in staring down the great numbers at the castle entrance. That action had stopped. A few broke off to go to Will, realizing that if he wasn't helped soon, he would die.
Will wasn't about to give up, however. Despite Mark Being better than ever, and growing stronger all the time, he had to win. He struck out with his sword, only to find thin air where Mark should have been. He felt the cold grip of death approaching.
"I've grown rather bored of your antics, Will." The Dark mage said, from right behind him. "I suppose I should end this." Will struck out, but Mark wasn't there. He turned to see Mark too far for him to reach before the spell was complete, as it was headed right for him. Will felt himself shiver involuntarily. Here it was, and he couldn't do anything about it. He had failed. At least, that's what he thought, but suddenly, a shout came. "Move!"
A rough push, himself falling to the ground, and Mark shouting "Flux!" And the unmistakable sound of the spell making contact. Will hit the ground, and didn't want to turn. He didn't want to see what he knew he must see. He didn't want to admit the truth to himself. Despite that, he turned, looking in horror and what Mark had hit, at what he had just killed.
His weapon was stuck in the ground, the body still standing valiantly after saving Will from the spell. The head of his savior, however, was gone, blasted away by Mark's spell. Will couldn't help the strangled cry that escaped him.
"Alright then, I accept. I think we'll make quite the team." Will said, smiling at his fellow member of the group.
"That we will. I promise your dream will be fulfilled, upon my honor, as Wallace, the Crag of Caelin." The old general laughed, and banged his chest with his hand, making a loud clang against the armor.
Will looked at Wallace, the Crag of Caelin. Looked at his body, still strong. Looked at the Silver lance Will had given him, stuck into the ground, as though trying to bind himself to the earth. Looked at the bloodied remains of the head that had once been there, the smiling face, bald head, and booming laughter he would never hear again. Lord Wallace was gone, and all he could see was that and Mark. Mark who simply shrugged, as if to say 'Oops.'
"I'll kill you!" Will shouted, his sword raised, and charged. Not caring that the man was stronger. Not caring that he, Will, had never been strong. Not caring that Serra and Erk both shouted at him to stop before he killed himself, or that Mark and Chaos were horrified by the sight of not only Wallace's, but his own bloodied body. He only cared about killing Mark. The Angel of deceit had killed one too many before, and this time he had done it again.
Will fought him hard, and Mark couldn't have the time to cast. He was hit from far too many directions. The blood of the Sacae was truly nothing to be trifled with once aroused, as he knew from his spars with Uhai. Will pushed him back, and he found himself on the cliff of that range, where he had planned to throw their useless corpses into the river, and then bring each back through Nergal's power. The Morph of his Angel of Despair would be perfect, and not feel anything for his enemies.
But he felt it now. He felt that one emotion he had never known. The one he had thought that he, the unbeatable leader of the angel squad, could never feel. He slipped, and fell, catching a rock a ways down, and looked up into the face of his conqueror, and showed it… his despair.
"I'm not going to kill you." the Angel of Despair said, despite the anger raging in him, the desire to kill the man who now hung meters below. "But I'm not going to save you." He turned, And began walking back to the others, all of whom were still prepared for sunrise, when the last of the Taliver would be taken on in a last bloody battle.
Serra healed Will's wounds carefully, and Will looked up, a sad smile appearing on his face. "Our fight is done." He said.
As Mark screamed curses and lost his grip, falling to inevitable doom, the sun rose, and Eliwood's company rode down, along with Lyndis and her cadre. The last of the Taliver were slain quickly, and the battle which had raged for so long, came to an end.
Tatsu: Whew! That was long, and quite depressing. I'm saving the rest of it for one final chapter, and then I can move on to Eliwood's story, which I'll make as a new Fanfiction, so I can close this one. Like I said, I'm going to do it in parts.
I know you all may hate me for it, but I figured it wasn't any good if everyone survived, and I think this is a nicer, if sadder, way to do things. Of course, I'm still crying, but that's because I'm sentimental. Shut it! At least now I don't have to write about his booming laughter… or clanging armor anymore… (Breaks down crying)
Anyways, I can't talk right now, so here's the preview.
Next time: Chapter 27: An End, and a Beginning
"I thought that this would be best. His body may fall eventually, but I wanted it to stand while it could. A testament to the crag of Caelin, dying while standing up."
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"Well, I'm just glad we made it in time. I'll be looking forward to our next meeting, Will."
"As will I, Lord Eliwood."
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"Will, I know you still want to travel, but when it's done, would you come and be with me in Caelin? I do better when your around then when you aren't."
"I'll strike a deal with you. In a year, unless I get dragged into some huge quest, I will come back, does that sound alright?"
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Will smiled slightly, and opened his book. He knew now what to put under Lyn's name.
(Sniffs) Well, I hope you'll stay tuned, and RRR everyone please! See you next time!
P.S.: Don't worry. I will have a bit more fighting in the flashback of next chapter. Lyn and Eliwood will kill off the rest of the other bandits while Will's group gets to rest, then I'll go into the rest of the chapter. See you all soon!
