Sumia took a deep breath as she sat comfortably on her saddle, a new lance in hand. The weapon was a shimmering pearly white, as if she held the moon itself. Its curved edge came back into a downwards point, giving it a magical look. Considering she had Miriel enchant it that isn't far off, she had been working on this design ever since Kail told her of Ubel. But only decided to actually craft it recently.
She knew a normal weapon wouldn't make the cut against someone like Ubel, so she and Cordelia made what she believed to be the ultimate lance outside of the legendary regalia.
She named it Luna.
It already felt like a life long partner, it fit her grip perfectly, its weight was flawlessly balanced and its edge impossibly sharp. With this, she's one step closer to being strong enough to stand by Kail.
But those thoughts can wait, because now shes going to prove herself. Her Sisters were beside her, on their own mounts staring ahead unflinchingly. The Plegian army stood before them, at least ten thousand soldiers standing across from their own small army of a mere one and a half thousand.
Or so it seemed. She knew that their Plegian reinforcements were lurking in the hills, Kail among them. But that didn't change how out numbered they are, she was scared, she'll admit it. But she wasn't going to back down, she believed that her feelings mirrored everyone.
Sumia snapped to attention when she saw Chrom step out in front of his soldiers, his cape billowing behind him and showing the new armor he wore. The shining silver made him look like he stepped out of a story book, but what drew the most attention was the shield strapped to his arm. Because it wasn't just any shield.
Chrom bore the Fire Emblem. Its bronze colored surface seemed to glow with a holy light, matched by the shining hilt of his sacred blade. His hard eyes scanning our opponents before turning to look back at his own troops with determination.
"Ylisseans! Feroxi!" He called out, his voice full of pride as he faced us all, turning his back to the enemy.
"I have no doubt that you're afraid… And you should be. Even I fear what may happen here." Chrom turned and began walking down the line, his eyes never leaving the army.
"But you need to ask yourself. What will happen, if we don't fight here? I'll tell you what would happen. Plegia would win!" He stopped and stared hard at the crowd.
"They'd tear down our kingdoms, destroy our cities, pillage our villages, take our women, kill our children and they won't stop with us!"
Chrom drew his sword, and not a second later did every soldier draw their own weapon in an echoing sound of steel and leather.
"They'd go on and on, murdering innocent lives and destroying entire kingdoms until there's nothing but ash and blood! But we won't stand for this! We will plant ourselves into the ground, digging our roots deep, and when they try to uproot us, to push us away we will tell them: 'No, you move!' This is our last stand!"
Chrom raised his sword above his head. "For Ylisse!"
"For Ylisse!" All the brothers and sisters of the Halidom raised their own weapons as their cry filled the skies, shaking the very air around them.
"For Ferox!" Chrom yelled out as he pumped his sword into the air once more.
The northern warriors did not mirror his call, instead answering with a chanting war cry that seemed to electrify the air as they stomped their feet, shaking the ground beneath them.
Chrom smiled as he turned back around and flourished Falchion, sacred blue flames licked the blades edge as he let out yet another call.
"For the future!"
Ylisse and Ferox let out a war cry in unity, its sound making the hearts of every Plegian tremble. Chrom broke into a run, the second his foot stepped on the grass he yelled a simple command in a booming voice.
"CHARGE!"
The sound of thundering footsteps filled the air as they all charged towards their enemy, the cries of their brothers in arms causing the Plegian army to raise their defenses. The billowing of many gales of wind as Sumia and her sisters took to the skies only made the soldiers war cries all the more intimidating.
Sumia's heart thundered in her chest, her grip on Luna tightened as she saw a hoard of Wyvern Riders emerge from the back ranks of the Plegian army. She growled when she remembered what the creatures did to her Kail. Her normally kind face twisted into a menacing scowl.
"Squad Astra, Engage Lizards on right flank! Squad Cosmos, cover them from archer fire!"
Obeying Philas orders without question, Sumia veered right with her Squadron, charging straight towards the enemy. The faux dragons prepared to breathe out their flames, making the already sweltering heat intensify.
"Dive! Aim between the scales!" Her current commander called.
They all dived down into a near free fall, the wind rushing past them as they got a perfect view of the Plegian and Ylissean armies clashing in a thundering sound of steel. Sumia and her sisters ignored the sight and pulled hard on their reins, creating the sound of unfurling feathers as the pegasus spread their wings.
Turning downwards momentum into lift in a second, the squadron effectively avoided the torrent of flames and gained an opening as they thrust their spears towards the wyverns underbelly. Sumia and four others managed to get their blades underneath their large scales, luckily the scales of wyvern are bigger and looser making quick kills like this possible.
The four wyvern were killed instantly and fell to the ground, the screams of their riders barely heard over the sound of clashing steel. Unfortunately, some of her sisters fell with them, her heart ached but she didn't let it distract her.
Now wasn't the time for sadness. Now was the time for her to prove her worth, not only to Kail and her friends. But to herself.
And by the end of this, she would finally feel like she was worthy of being a knight of Ylisse.
Falchion has never been stronger.
Chrom didn't know why the blade decided to ignite itself with these blue flames, but he wouldn't complain. The blade felt lighter, yet heaver at the same time. The strength and speed of the divine weapon was increased ten-fold! It cleaved through armor like butter, hell, it even sliced a stray spell in half!
Chrom swung his blade with a flourish, nearly slicing a man in two. The enemies around him hesitated at his display of strength, they have been for some time. It was getting on his nerves honestly.
He charged with a growl, lowering himself to the ground before swinging upwards. His opponent tried to block with his own weapon. But Falchion proved its strength by slicing the blade into pieces and biting deep into the mans abdomen.
Another soldier attempted to strike the princes head while he was distracted, but was too slow for the blue haired warrior. With a spin and another swing of the blue-burning blade, the Plegians weapon splintered into pieces like wood under a mace.
As the battle continued, Chrom found himself leaving behind the shattered remains of enemy weaponry. So much so, that even a child would be able to track his progress through the battlefield. He could help but find satisfaction every time he caused a blade to shatter like glass.
The sound of thunder brought him out of his battle high and drew his attention. At a glance he saw Robin throwing a spear of lightning, skewering a man as if it were a pike of steel. The bolt then burst, electrocuting four other Plegians in an instant.
Chrom could help but be amazed yet again at Robins mastery of magic, and his skill with a blade. Nearly every swordsman that somehow managed to get passed his wall of spells, would swiftly meet their fate from the tacticians spiraling blade.
Chrom would have grinned at his friends display, were it not for the archer taking aim at him in the distance.
"Robin! Archer!"
The hooded man didn't hesitated to dash to the side, attempting to dodge the projectile he couldn't see. Unfortunately, an axe wielding Plegian was in his way, forcing him to pause to cut him down. That small fraction of time was all the archer needed to take his shot.
The whizzing sound of the arrow cutting through the air was drowned out by the chaos around them, but Robins yell of pain as it pierced his shoulder was heard as clearly as the morning birds at sunrise.
"Robin!" Chrom yelled as he started running towards his friend.
He lifted his blade in preparation to protect the tactician, only to freeze in place when a ear splitting scream rang in his eardrums. Chrom's vision blurred from the sound that must have been enhanced by magic, but he saw what happened next clearly.
An explosion of purple energy and black lightning erupted in front of Robin blasting away the enemies that had charged him after he had been shot. Chrom saw that dark mage girl, Tharja, standing within the energy, her normally expressionless eyes full of rage as purple mana leaked from the edges.
She thrust her hands out and summoned spiked tendrils of darkness that began to impale, crush and throw the enemies before her. One had used a soldier as a club to beat another to death, another even wrapped around a swordsman and squeezed him so hard his head burst into a shower of gore.
"Note to self," Chrom gulped, "Don't make Tharja mad."
Chrom turned away from the girl of unholy power, and focused on the battle at hand. Tharja could protect Robin just fine, and he had seen Maribelle close by, they'd be fine.
He locked eyes with a heavily armored, hooded Plegian, who bore a sword and shield, though the sword was strange. It was like a cross between a sword and an axe, or maybe even a sickle. It was made of either bronzed metal or solid gold, its edge glinting in the Plegian sun. The ornate soldier charged the prince, his shield raised as he batted aside friend and foe on his way to the prince.
Chrom twirled his blade and widened his stance, this soldier was different from the others. The look in his eyes told of countless battles and hardened resolve.
The warrior jumped to strike high making the prince raise his guard, only to land short and instead twirl his sickle-sword to swing from the ground up. Chrom's eyes widened as he was able to quickly block the attack despite the feint.
His foe didn't let up. He made to thrust but used the curved portion of his blade to hook around Falchion and open Chrom's guard. The edge of his shield was swiftly introduced to Chrom's nose.
He stumbled back with a grunt of pain, his vision blurring to the point where he began to see double. He could see the warrior speed towards him again, but could not tell which one was real or not.
Just before his demise, he felt a pulse of… something… come from Falchion. Not even half a second later did the pain in his nose fade, and his vision correct itself. He quickly parried the aggressive swing and made to stab the mans stomach, only to be met with his shield. However, the force behind Chrom's blade was enough to make the man fall into a backwards roll.
The man landed in a crouch, and sneered at the prince. "You are strong."
His voice was calm and even, betraying his the look on his face. He stood slowly and flowered his blade as he raised his shield.
"Most men would have felt the bite of my blade by now."
"Sorry to disappoint." Chrom muttered.
"No, it is good, I enjoy a fight" The man chuckled, before scowling deeply. "But I am afraid both my King and my Khopesh begs for your blood. So I must kill you now."
"Good luck."
The man growled as he charged forward, swinging his weapon wildly, or at least, it seemed wild. But each blow was full of power, speed and precision. Chrom had trouble keeping up, but persisted nonetheless. Their blades sparked as they clashed, the strange weapon surprisingly enduring Falchion's flaming edge.
However, the mans shield couldn't withstand the sacred blade.
With a powerful strike, the Warriors shield was sliced into two. The man cast the broken metal disk aside, his arm bleeding from a deep cut but otherwise fine.
The Warrior only got faster from the loss of his guard, Chrom had never been this defensive in a fight, the man moved like lightning. Striking hard and fast before vanishing from his kill-zone in an instant, Chrom couldn't keep fighting like this or he'll lose, he had to fight smarter.
He blocked the quick strike of the Warriors blade, watching as he sped out of reach yet again. Chrom prepared to block the next strike, only to quickly back step as the man made his approach. Swinging his blade down heavily, the man swiftly brought up his guard to block the strike.
Chrom reached out and grabbed the wrist of the mans sword hand and pulled as he brought his own head forward. Their foreheads met with a loud crack making the hooded man stumble back, giving Chrom enough time to bring a over head strike down on him. The warrior tried to dodge but was slowed by the headbutt making Falchion sink deep into his shoulder.
He cried out in pain but still lifted his blade to counter strike, only to choke as another sword pierced through his stomach.
Chrom looked behind the man to see a certain swordswoman crouched low, a copy of his own blade lodged into the Plegians back. Chrom smirked as he quickly pulled his blade out of his shoulder in such a way that the attached arm nearly fell from his body.
Lucina withdrew her own sword from his back and slowly walked around the still standing Plegian, watching him gasp and attempt to speak despite choking on his own blood.
"How is he still standing…?" Lucina whispered to Chrom
He simply shook his head, not quite understanding how the man was standing either. The mans arm was nearly detached from his torso, and said torso had a hole where his stomach should be. Not to mention his spine should have been severed by Lucina's strike.
"...I- Urk!"
The two blue haired warriors eyes widened as the man actually began to speak despite his wounds.
"I… Am- Khh! …Jabari, o-of the… Bejan." He cringed in pain as he took a step forward and slowly lifted his blade, pointing the tip at the two Ylisseans.
"An- And with… Gak! My… My final breath… I Damn you both… to… to…"
He dropped his blade and fell to his knees, a smile on his face as his eyes glazed over and spoke once more.
"To be hunted… by… the… D-Deadlords... of old…"
The warrior, Jabari, finally fell to the ground, the smile never leaving his face. Chrom and Lucina stared at the dead warrior, wondering what his final words meant. Chrom could help but feel… unnerved.
"Well, that was… disturbing..." Lucina muttered.
Robin knelled on the dirt, letting Maribelle tend to his injury as he watched Tharja ruthlessly slaughter any Plegians that approached. She was quite protective of him it seems.
Robin had conflicted feelings about the dark mage, on one hand, the few times they spoke, he really felt like he was talking to an old friend… a good friend… Or rather, a "friend" that was probably more then a friend at one point if he was being honest.
But on the other hand, Tharja was also terrifying. The merciless onslaught she was ensuing currently being a prime example. Another example being her… stalker-like tendencies. Granted she explained that she was trying to figure out if his memory loss was the result of a curse by observing him. It was kind he supposed.
Didn't excuse the fact that she watched him sleep.
Nevertheless, Robin trusted her and that was enough for him. Though he did make a note to ask her what their relationship had really been in the past, he had noticed the ring on her finger, more importantly he remembered making it, but not the reason why.
He had a pretty good guess, especially if Noire and Morgan really are from the future, Morgan looks like a mix of him and Tharja. And of course she had his coat, which was too big for her he recalled.
"Oh, Einherjar" A voice sang out above the crowd, "is that you?"
Robin saw a thin hooded man in black walk out of the chaos around them, the soldiers ignoring him as if he didn't exist. The shadows of his hood were unnaturally dark, blocking everything but his unnerving smile from sight.
He turned his head to Tharja and stayed silent for a moment before his smile fell into a frown.
"Oh." He muttered in disappointment, "It's just the stalker slut."
Tharja growled at the title, and robin couldn't help but grit his teeth as well. who was this man? How did he know Tharja liked to watch him, and why did he give off such a powerful aura?
"No…"
Robin turned to look at Maribelle as she stopped her healing and stared at the man with wide eyes.
"The only one that could know is…"
She started trembling as the mans aura became oppressive, making the air thick and heavy with a powerful mana.
"Tell me," the man began seemingly unaware that the two armies around them were avoiding him like the plague, "do you know where the one known as 'Ventus Reborn' is?"
Robin made an educated guess and assumed he meant Kail. He was a mage well known among the Ylissean army for his mastery of wind, it stands to reason that there would be stories about him in the Plegian army. Though calling him Ventus is a little much.
Robin stood and made to walk next to a silent Tharja, only to stop when Maribelle grabbed his shoulder in a vice grip. He turned to look at her and paused at the amount of fear on her face.
"We have to run." Maribelle swallowed, "Please."
Robins brow furrowed. The way she spoke didn't sound reactionary, no, Robin believed that Maribelle knew this man. And if she did know him, then her fear says enough. This man is dangerous, extremely so. But that just means he can't turn his back on him, if someone that deadly was on this battlefield, then then they have to deal with that threat.
"So, that's a no then?"
Robin turned back the man as he smiled. He shrugged as if it was a minor inconvenience, a small giggle escaping his lips.
"That's fine." He slid his foot forward, a ring of amber text surrounding his shin."I'll just entertain myself while I wait for him to show up."
The magic ring blasted into the ground, the sound of cracking stone filled the air as dirt flew from the point of impact. A rumbling could be felt as it followed a strong flow of mana that resided beneath the soil.
Robin, made a guess as to what the spell was and quickly grabbed Maribelle as he dove to the side. He pulled Tharja with a small application of Telekinesis, and it was a good thing he did, considering the two spikes made of rock that had just ejected out of the ground where they had been standing.
"Ooh, you're gonna put up a fight." The man licked his lips and held out his hands and created large rings of purple lighting. "Good, I love it when they struggle."
He threw the rings as the rolled along the ground, tearing apart the dirt as they headed straight towards them.
Tharja quickly got to her feet and conjured a whip of purple energy that she used to knock the rings onto their sides, causing them to detonate in a storm of lightning.
Robin turned to Maribelle. "Run! Tell Chrom to signal the reinforcements."
"What about you!?"
Robin jumped to his feet, and quickly ran through the sigils for Thoron in both of his hands generating the power for the spell in each of his palms.
"If he's as dangerous as you believe he is then he needs to be put down. Tell Chrom that there's a Sorcerer on the loose."
"But-"
He turned and looked Maribelle in the eyes. "That's an order! Go!"
She turn and ran back toward the south, where the majority of the Ylissean army was. Robin sighed as he finally got through to her, only to narrow his eyes as he poured more mana into the spells he held in his hands.
He watched as Tharja threw spears of darkness at the Sorcerer, only for him to either dodge or deflect them. Robin gritted his teeth as he blasted the twin beams of electric energy towards the man, only to gape as the sorcerer seemed to catch and condense the spells into a ball of power.
"Nice try Grima," the man growled, "But I'm better then you!"
The sorcerer threw the converted spell back at Robin, the sheer power behind it tearing the ground apart despite traveling through the air above it.
Robin growled as he charged towards the spell and activated a spell of his own design. Lightning Shroud covered his body in Electricity, allowing him greater control over lightning due to his generation of an electrical field, it also passively countered physical attacks.
He had used it before, but never to redirect a spell, only to increase his control over his own magic. But theoretically it was the same principal, move the field and the magic should follow.
He thrust his hands forward and split the orb of Lightning in half, grabbing a hold of both halves and shifting them into two Arcthunder spells. He threw them high, making them arch back towards the Sorcerer.
The man smiled as he held his hands out to counter, only for his arms to be grabbed by two black tendrils. Robin grinned when he saw that the tendrils lead back to Tharja, and for a moment he thought that was going to be the end, but when he saw the mans smile grow even wider, a pit grew in his stomach.
The Sorcerer summoned his own tentacles of darkness, sprouting from his palms and wrapping around Tharja's own before raising up into the air and meeting the twin Arcthunder spells head on.
The Lightning hit the tendrils, and shifted into a purple hue as it traveled along the surface of the shadowy appendages, instantly jumping to Tharja's tendrils and trailing all the way back to her palms.
"THARJA!" Robin yelled in fear so loud that his voice cracked. He watched in horror as she convulsed and screamed in pain.
Her tendrils vanished as she collapsed to the ground, twitching as stray sparks flew from her body. Robin dashed towards her, ignoring, the clanging of steel around them, he ignored the laughter of the Sorcerer. He ignored the Wyvern corpse that landed next to the man, everything but her unconscious form Robin ignored.
He slid to her on his knees pressing his finger to her neck, holding back a sigh of relief as he felt her pulse. He turned back to the Sorcerer, gritting his teeth in anger as the man was completely ignoring him. He was instead looking up into the sky, probably because of the Wyvern that almost crushed him.
Robin cursed under his breath. He wanted to avenge Tharja, he wanted to make that man scream in pain a hundred times more then Tharja had. But he knew he couldn't he needed to get her to safety before he can think about going on a revenge trip.
He picked Tharja up in a bridal carry and sped back to friendly territory, mainly the area where he stationed the healers. The only thing he focused on was getting her to a healer as quickly as possible.
"Is that fucking, Sumia?"
Robin grit his teeth at the mans fading words. He wanted to help Sumia avoid that man, but the woman in his arms might be dying and he'll be damned if he lets her. Seeing her take that attack, that moment of dread when she collapsed in a twitching, smoking heap. The fear he felt was unrivaled.
Maybe that fear was what made him remember a small potion of his past. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get the point across. After all, he doesn't think he should ignore the fact that he remembered giving her that ring she wore.
He shouldn't ignore the fact that he remembered such an important portion of his life revolved around this woman. He's going to make sure she's okay, and then when this war is over, he is going to treat her the way she deserves. Because he was right, she wasn't… no… she isn't just a friend.
She's his betrothed.
"Watch out!"
The cry of what must have been Ophelia drew Sumia's attention, she quickly dived down avoiding the jaws of a wyvern. Her eyes widened when she realized he had dodged directly into the range of the beasts rider. He lifted his axe quickly, making to decapitate her, only to begin choke on his own blood as Ophelia's lance pierced his throat. Seizing the opportunity, Sumia quickly thrust her spear into the wyverns eye-socket.
Sumia made to thank Ophelia for her assistance but spotted another wyvern approaching.
"Behind you!"
Not a second after the words left Sumia's lips did Ophelia dive down below her, leaving Sumia to handle the beast. She reversed her grip on her spear and threw it with unnatural force, its enchantment making it fly far faster then normal. Her aim was true and the pole-arm sunk deeply into the eye of the wyvern.
She pooled what little mana she had into her gauntlet as she activated the second effect of the enchantment. The spear shook as it fell with the beast, before it suddenly sped back towards Sumia, letting her snatch it out of the sky. This was why she called it Luna, after the moon that pushes and pulls the tides. She smirked as she relished in the feeling of power that came with the spear. She wondered if this was how all mages felt.
"INCOMING!"
The sudden cry of sheer terror snapped her out of her thoughts, as she made to move away from the cry. But she wasn't fast enough to dodge a blast of intense black-purple energy coming from directly below her. She didn't get hit in a vital area, but Caeda's' wing was singed and bent at an unnatural angle. She let out a scream as she began to spiral down towards the ground, her pegasus letting out whinnies of panic as she lost one of her natural advantages.
But she was more occupied with the pain of hitting the dirt. She was thrown off her pegasus the second its hooves hit the ground, her weight causing its knees to buckle and land in a heap on its side. Sumia rolled away painfully from the force, somehow managing to keep a grip on her spear.
After a second of catching her breath she slowly stood up, thankfully she wasn't in the immediate vicinity of any enemies. Or at least she thought. In her spinning vision she saw a hooded figure approaching slowly, his hands hanging loosely by his sides as if he were unbothered by the literal war happening around him.
"Color me impressed. I didn't think you'd survive that, Sumia."
Sumia frowned as her eyes finally came back into focus and she could make out the figure before her in detail. He was thin, adorned in a black hooded coat, covered in golden decorations. He also gave off a very, unsettling aura.
"How do you know my name?"
"I know many things," The man chuckled, "It's the curse of being a seer after all."
Sumia frowned, "Seer?"
"Yes." The man leaned back and tilted his head, showing glowing circles holding myriads of reds and purples in the unnatural darkness of his hood. "I guess whoever he is didn't tell you lot that much, or he doesn't know."
Sumia simply stared at the glowing circles of color beneath his hood, her heart beating even faster then it already was.
"W-who are you?"
"Ah, yes." The man gave an unnerving smile, "Allow me to introduce myself."
He reached up and lowered his hood, revealing long black hair that seemed to absorb all light. His eyes were as black as his hair, with colors dancing along the iris like a evil version of Kail's bright eyes. But what caught Sumia's attention was the brand.
It was the same as Kail's. Exactly the same.
Sumia had seen Kail's brand when she was taking care of him after the wyvern incident, but he always brushed it off, ignored it. But if this man had the same brand right on his face, then that can only mean that Kail and this man are connected… which means…
"My name is-"
"Ubel…" Sumia cut off the man with a whisper.
He stared at her in what seemed to be shock before he grinned eagerly. "Well now… that's interesting… how do you know my name?"
Sumia didn't answer, her voice lost in her own raging thoughts. Her eyes darted in every direction, trying to find a way of escape or someone to assist her, but she found nothing. She swallowed the large lump in her throat and took a single step back.
There's no way she could take Ubel on alone, that blast that blew her out of the sky was proof enough of his strength. She didn't need to know that this man was practically a demigod to be afraid.
Her grip on Luna tightened as she took another step back.
"So you're going to run?"
She froze at the mans words, her heart was beating so fast she feared it would explode. She readied her spear, steeling herself to fight if need be. Her shaking arms and legs stiffened, giving her confidence.
"I guess not everyone of you is stupid." Ubel muttered, lifting his hand and summoning an unknown spell. "But you wouldn't make two steps before you were burnt to ash.
The magic rings surrounding his form wasn't made up of the normal amber light, they were instead formed from a sickening green smoke. It was even more unnatural then magic itself.
"I'll ask again." A black flame appeared in his palm. "How do you know my name?"
Sumia bent her knees, preparing for the inevitable conflict. Her eyes narrowed as she took a deep breath.
"Kail told me," Sumia spoke in the calmest voice she could manage. "He told me you're a monster that has unbelievable power, yet crave more. He told me that you're a psychopath that we should fear."
"And do you?" He asked in amusement, "Do you fear me?"
"It makes no difference if I do." Sumia palmed Luna, shifting her grip as subtly as possible. "You'll try and kill me no matter what."
Ubel smirked, "Don't worry, its not death I'll give you." The green rings around him started spinning quickly as an Ylissean horn was heard in the distance. "I'm going to free you from your false existence."
Sumia barely heard him say 'You're welcome,' instead focusing on the ball of flaming darkness speeding towards her head. She was thankful she changed her grip, now she could utilize another aspect of Luna.
She turned and threw the spear into the dirt several meters away and activated the unique enchantment. Instead of summoning her spear back to herself, she did the reverse. An unseen force pulled Sumia towards her weapon at high speeds, just in time to avoid the searing flame that nearly melted the earth beneath them.
She quickly pulled Luna from the dirt and turned to face her foe.
Only to pale when she saw him standing right behind her swinging a blade towards her neck. She ducked into a roll, the sword severed a few hairs from her head but luckily said head was still attached to her shoulders.
After she stood, she turned and swung her spear in a large arc, a trail of sparkling light trailing behind her enchanted weapon. Ubel leaped backwards, twirling his sword and conjuring black lightning along its edge. The sword glowed red as the lightning intensified before he swung vertically.
A wave of red energy left his blade, black lightning trailing behind it as it carved into the earth. The grass around the spell withered and died instantly as the wave let out a sound like a scream of pain.
She dodged the spell by diving to the side, only to feel much more exhausted as it past by her. She fought through it and got to her feet, she was ready to continue the fight but Ubel did nothing but stand there.
She looked at the sword in his hand and was hit with realization. The blade was made of a black metal, its guard a golden color with a eye-like design, a red jewel for the pupil. She recognized that sword. Ubel had a sword of legend.
Ubel wielded the Demon Sword, Mystletainn.
The blade that had an aura of darkness was sheathed, as Ubel started to cast another spell. The rings of green smoke spun faster then before, as black and purple power started swirling around him, congealing into a massive orb above his head.
She paled at the size of the spell, there was no way she could avoid it. Nor was Luna's enchantment strong enough to slice or deflect it. In a last ditch effort, she threw Luna with all her might towards the sorcerer.
He batted it aside as if it was a fly.
Sumia cursed as he smiled at her.
"Goodbye." He said with glee. A simple flick of his wrist sent the meteor of darkness towards her.
She crossed her arms in front of her face and closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to come and claim her. One second past, a blast of wind. Two seconds past, the wind nearly lifted her off her feet. Three seconds past, the ground shook. After four seconds everything was as calm as a battlefield could be.
She was still standing.
How?
"Ah, there you are, Brother."
Sumia slowly lowered her arms and opened her eyes, she closed them again with a wince. There was a light, shining like the sun in front of her. She opened her eyes again, the light had dimmed, but was still nearly blinding.
It was a person, standing in front of her and blocking Ubel from sight. The light slowly died down, revealing the back of someone in a white and gold coat, their hood making them completely unrecognizable. A vale of golden light shimmered over their entire body, making them seem like some kind of angel.
For some reason, despite Sumia not being able to see his face, she knew exactly who it was. She smiled as tears threatened to escape, holding them back through sheer force of will she whispered her hero's name.
"...Kail."
Hi...
Been a while...
Sorry for the delay but... *Gestures at the world* as you can see things have kinda gone to shit. The virus made me lose work which gave me depression, then all of a sudden it turns out my brother might have caught it and...
It's just been a rough year.
I've been writing this story some and working on my own original project, but it's been hard to get motivation. But I'll push forward, we all have to. But enough of that, this is the climax of the first arc!
I've decided to split it up into either two or three chapters, the next one is partially written. I'm gonna post a sneak peak down below so check that out.
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No idea when I'll get the next chapter out, for the reasons above. I Hope you all understand.
I mirrored his scowl, glaring with hate. I don't know if I can beat this guy as I am now, but he was about to Kill Sumia. He'll pay for that. I'm going to kill him slowly, maybe not today, or this year… but I'm going to make him beg for death.
"Ooo, Such a scary look," he joked, "Are you sure you should be glaring at me like that?"
"I'll look at you however I want, you Saruman wannabe." I drew my sword aggressively. "Now move your greasy-ass hair so I can have a clean shot to your neck."
"Such aggression!" He took a step back placed a hand to his chest in faux shock. "And here I wanted to be friends."
"Why would I ever want to be friends with you?"
"Many reasons!" Ubel chuckled, "Did Vanadis tell you anything of your origins? What you really are?"
My eyes narrowed as his grin widened, his mocking aura was abundant in his body language. But I couldn't help being curious. What did he mean by that? I thought it was obvious by now that I was a Einherjar, but that just raises the question…
Why is Ubel here?
Why was a man so vile brought here as an Einherjar? It made no sense, Einherjar were supposed to be heroes, not insane, power hungry murderers. Not only that, he used Vanadis' name. Was she the one that brought him here? Why?
"I'll take that as a no."
"Honestly, I don't really care." I lied
"Oh, but you should!" He started pacing as he began to rant. "After all, one should know what they're destined to be."
He stopped and spread his arms out, it was with this action that I noticed how the literal war happening around us was acting as if we don't exist. I can only assume its Ubel's doing.
"You andI? We were made to rise above all!" He leaned back, his arms still spread out as he shouted to the heavens. "We were put here to be gods who reign eternal!"
My brow furrowed, "What are you on about?"
He straightened his back and looked me in the eyes. "This world is a fantasy, a story that we've been dropped into! We are above the inhabitants of this fake world, we are real thinking beings while the rest are nothing but script on a page!"
He reached his hand out and stretched his grin even wider then before, giving him an inhuman expression that chilled me to the bone.
"That, Dear Brother, is the truth of our kind. Not only are we Ageless, but we are the only true life in this world, so it is my desire. No. My duty, to free these ignorant people of the shackles of their false life. And when an immortal being saves the people from this ancient deception, what else could they be but a god!?"
"You're insane!" Sumia made herself know with her shout of disbelief, she took an aggressive step forward.
"How could you be so self-centered to think that!? Everyone thinks and feels. We have friends and family, hopes and dreams, and you just dismiss all of it because you want to justify your horrible actions!"
Ubel lifted his lip in a snarl. "Your words are nothing but fear laced babble. They all beg and plead, but not one ever sees the truth as I do, so what hope could you have to convince me with words. Words that are as fake as your life. Only through death can these mortals be saved from false life."
"But the only way someone could die is if they were alive in the first place!"
"Sumia."
She turned to look at me, her eyes tearing up at the mans complete lack of compassion. My heart broke at that sight, no one should make someone as pure as her cry such painful tears.
"Give it up." I said sadly, "He's right about one thing, there's no way we can convince him to view things our way."
"At least you get it!"Sumia turned back to Ubel as my glare on him hardened. He spoke again, this time the disappointment in his voice was clear as day.
"Judging from you saying 'our way' I'm guessing you believe them real?"
"I do."
Ubel frowned. "And you won't join me?"
"I won't."
Ubel hunched over his eyes hidden behind the curtain of dark hair. "I see…"
His hands, loose at his side, began to tremble as he closed them into fists. His breath deepened and became exaggerated as green smoke started rising from his body.
"...If you won't see things my way…"
As he looked up, I nearly collapsed in fear. His eyes had changed into something painful to even look at. Instead of black irises that sparkled like a nebula, there were two voids of swirling shadows, the whites of his eyes matching the moving abyss that showed itself in his soul. Black moving within black in an unthinkable way.
A glowing pupil of purple pasted on top of the shadows that were as maddening as they were dark, burning through my own eyes and making my head ache. A growl escaped the dark Einherjar as he spoke once more, this time his voice sounding like a thousand growling wolves that distorted the world around him.
"I'll have to kill you."