So. My family is planning on going to Universal Studios while schools are in Fall Break mode. I am going to join them. So this chapter is like the chapter to hold you guys over until I come back from vacation. I hope it's good enough for this lame fanfiction. What am I saying? It won't be. Sorry that my personal life is getting in the way with me writing this. I promise to binge write when I come back so don't worry. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Chapter Twelve: Rain

Well. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, and shit. Everything has gone so wrong in the past few hours that I don't even know where to begin. Let's start off with the Exalt killing herself by jumping off a cliff. That's the biggest one and everyone is in a poor mood because of it. What am I saying? I shouldn't be talking about the Exalt's sacrifice like that. I better change the topic. Next was that at least five thousand Ylisseans and Ferox soldiers, thankfully no Shepherds, were killed in the battle to free Emmeryn. Also the Plegians can summon and command the Risen so that makes everything much worse as well. And I'm pretty sure Chrom is depressed. At least not suicidal depressed from what I can see. Well how rarely I can see through this rain.

Yeah, it started to rain, in a desert, about an hour ago. And this is some heavy rain. It's turning the sand into mud and all of that nasty stuff. But at least the rain created a fog so the Plegian armies pursuing us can't see us. Or hear us over the sound of constant thunder. But we can't see them either so… Everything is basically the worse case scenario. But there are some good things. I think they are good… I don't really know.

We got two new additions to the Shepherds' ranks! We got ourselves a Plegian Dark Mage witch, Tharja is her name, that has a body that I'm pretty sure she killed someone for. Plus she keeps looking at the Robins very… creepily. I'm going to stay far away from that situation as humanly possible. The other addition to the is a War Monk! She- I MEAN HE, he is a man; joined our ranks. His name is Libra and yes I know it's a girls' name. Makes all the more confusing to remember that she-HE is a man and not a woman. Why does he look and sound like a girl? That just makes my head hurt.

So yeah. That's what is going on currently. Honestly that makes the current situation still shit but we have new friends! I think. I'll have to see how they are if we make it back to the Ferox capital. We are in the heart of Plegia so it may be bit difficult to do-Oh you gotta be fucking with me. We just walked into a Plegian ambush.

In the fog, Plegian soldiers line up on and around the hills and floor. The rain lightens up a bit and what appears to be the Plegian commander, a Berserker, makes himself known. I've also just realized that most Plegian commanders are either Berserkers or Wyvern Riders. Just me? No? Ok then.

"Ylisseans! I offer you mercy! Surrender to me now and live!" says the Berserker, his voice echoing through the hills and ravines. Mercy, from a Plegian? That is so ironic that is is hilarious to even consider the possibility.

The West Khan steps forward and out of the army and says to the Berserker, "Surrender? Sorry, I'm not familiar with the word." usually Khans fight to the death so he doesn't really know the word.

"Emmeryn would not have wished for this to come to bloodshed." Oh shit. Why did he says that?

"Don't speak her name!" Chrom storms through his army's ranks and joins the Khan with Falchion drawn. Oh shit! It's Chrom time!

The Berserker kneels down, a look on his face that almost seems like regret, and leans on his axe. "Your rage is justified, Prince Chrom. But the meaning of your sister's final sacrifice was not lost on me. I suspect many Plegians who heard her final words would say the same. If you lay down your weapons, I vow to protect you as best I can." I feel like I should get my piece in. I usually don't get my piece in at all. Plus I am craving for some Plegian blood to repay the Exalt's death.

"How can we trust you after what your gods damned Mad King has done? I think we shall take our chance with weapons in hand! Prepare for your death you curs!" I don't even know what a 'cur' is but it sounds good so I used it. Plus I may have had people I killed call me that.

"I suspected you would say as much. So be it, Prince Chrom. I shall endeavor to grant you a swift and dignified end." The Berserker stands up and raises his axe as a signal for the other Plegians to attack. But for some weird reason; most of the hesitate before charging into battle. I wonder why? Chrom also signals us and we charge the Plegian lines, full of rage instead of what those Plegians are feeling. What are they feeling?

We meet the Plegians head on and break their line on contact. Which is strange because most Plegians don't break so easily. But their lines reforms when their commander jumps into the fray, quickly and cleanly killing any and all allied soldiers that come his way. But the Robins signal some Shepherds, which includes me, to chase after the Plegian soldiers that haven't returned to the battle. I'm joined with Gregor as we rush after two Soldiers and a Barbarian. Gregor pushes me over to the Barbarian while he goes after the two Soldiers. He thinks I can't handle some spear fighters despite the weapon triangle. He has a sword too!

Anyway, I my sword clangs against the Barbarian's weapon. I push him back and he hesitates before trying to attack me again. I simply deflect his attack and slam by blade into his throat. I pull back and strangely, that feeling of joy and adrenaline that comes from killing most enemies, is gone. Why is it gone? I just killed someone who is a soldier for the nation that killed one of the most peaceful person of all time. Why don't I feel anything from it? I turn to Gregor and notice he had killed one Soldier but left the other Soldier disarmed and wounded. I look at him, silently asking why he left one alive.

"Does not feel right for Gregor anymore. Gregor starting to understand Plegian side of things," Gregor says, using his sword's handle to knock out the wounded Soldier. He has a point but these are our enemies. No mercy should be given like how they showed none to others. I sighs and wander off to find another enemy to fight. I notice some Thieves standing over a pile of corpses. They were no Plegian or Ylisse/Ferox symbols so that must mean they're bandits. Just what we needed. I am about to go over there when some Plegian Soldiers come charging up and attack the Thieves. The Thieves are quickly killed with only one Soldier wounded. But that won't stop me. I rush the Soldiers, instantly killing one via sword through the face. I pull the sword out and face the other Soldiers. They… throw down their weapons and raise their hands up to surrender. What?

I start to notice, all over the battlefield, that both armies are really reluctant to fight. Like hesitating before attacking, barely any killing blows, both sides working together to kill any stray bandits roaming around, and so many more human things. Wow. I guess the Exalt's sacrifice really did do something. Maybe it's also because the Plegian army is fighting Chrom's army and he is the brother to Emmeryn so they feel sorry for him. This is really depressing to be honest. But even the evilest person can feel human from time to time. Except the Risen. They are bitches that shouldn't get stitches because they'll be dead. Again… I think?

Anyway, I simply look at the two Soldiers and slash at them. I make sure to leave the cuts shallow and those cuts send the Plegians running away. I look down at the Plegian Soldier I killed and feel something that I don't really feel all that often. Remorse. I sigh; closing my eyes and shaking my head in an attempt to lose this feeling. I open my eyes again and walk away from the corpse. I continue to walk before I notice some commotion coming off in the center of the battle. I walk back, joined by Gregor after he disabled a Wyvern Rider, and notice that the main battle is still going on. Thankfully, our side is besting the Plegians but the Plegian line is holding formation with a bitter determination.

Gregor taps my shoulder and says while pointing at the Plegian army, "Look Rider; enemy commander is open. Gregor suggest we attack." I look over to where Gregor is pointing and notice the enemy commander had taken a breather from fighting. The commander looked pretty rugged with a few wounds cut deep through his skin, the blood running down his body from the rain pouring all over us.

I place my sword on my shoulder guard and say, "Let's do it then." Me and Gregor run towards the wounded Berserker and face him head on. The Berserker looks at us before looking back at his army.

The Berserker sighs and turns his gaze on us again. He places his axe on his shoulder and says to us, "I am General Mustafa of Plegia. If you wish to keep your lives, then you must win them!" So his name is Mustafa then? Neat. Gregor and I go into our battle stances while Mustafa simply begins to twirl his axe. Gregor tackles me to the side when Mustafa's axe suddenly slams into the ground where I was standing a few seconds ago, the ground cracking and forming a crater. If Gregor hadn't tackle me just then, I would've been dead.

Gregor and I stand back up and Gregor barely blocks the Berserker's next attack. A clang echoed throughout the battlefield when Gregor's sword blocked Mustafa's axe. I grip my father's sword until my knuckles are white. That was so close. Thank the gods Gregor's sword didn't break from that blow. Also thank Gregor for giving me an opening. I rush the two and stab my sword into Mustafa's side. He simply pulls his axe back and swings his axe at me, scoring a pretty good hit. That hit sends me flying back into a puddle of water with a long cut down my sword arm. I stand back up and switch hands for my sword. Gregor gets down on one knee and slashes Mustafa's stomach. Sadly it isn't deep enough for any organs to spill out. Mustafa simply knees Gregor's chin, sending him back with his hands covering his face. I rush forward and my attack is met with the Berserker's axe. This has gone on long enough.

I say, "Pay with your life!" I then jump back and start to twirl my sword. I then rush forward in a speed I didn't think I would achieve and stab Mustafa through his stomach. I pull the sword out and backflip back. I look at Mustafa and pale. He is still standing even though he had a sword through his gut. That blow should have killed him! Is he even human? The Berserker spat out some blow and start to twirl his axe again. Oh shit! I need to move! I roll out of his axe's way but something happens so quick that I barely have time to register it.

Mustafa's axe strike was a feint and after I finished my roll; Mustafa swung his axe around and slammed it into my chest. He then lifted me up and slammed me into the ground with all of his remaining might. I made a weird sound when I slammed into the ground. I don't really know what I made. It sounded like "KKEE-keee…" I have no idea what that noise is but it is what came out. I barely raise my head and gasp at how shredded my chest and chestplate is right now. Not including the axe getting wrenched out right now.

I let out a scream when Mustafa wrenched his axe out of my chest. My vision starts to black out as I struggle to stand but fall flat on my back every time I even raise my head. Gods… This fucking hurts so much! I roll my head to the side to see Gregor stand up and attack Mustafa, blood running out Gregor's broken nose. Off into the distance; I see Donny and Anna come running towards our little battle with the enemy commander. Which makes me wonder why the common Plegian soldiers haven't come and helped out their commander. What am I even thinking? I could be dying right now!

My vision starts to flicker as I finally stop trying to stand up and just watch Gregor and Donny fight Mustafa while Anna takes on some reinforcing Plegians soldiers. Well; this is shit. Goodbye world! I wonder if anyone is going to miss me when I'm gone? I hope so. I really do. At least I won't have to worry about dying everyday, because I'm going to be dead.

"Well done, Ylisseans... Hrrggh! Please...spare my men…" I roll my eyes and see Mustafa finally go down, his entire body covered in wounds with Gregor's sword through his throat and Donny's spear through his chest. At least there won't be no vengeance thing for me. Hopefully. Did I even warrant a vengeance thing? I don't even know. Anyway, all around Plegian soldiers are surrendering to our forces. Guess the only thing keeping them fighting was Mustafa. At least it's over.

The last thing I see before I black out completely was Donny and Anna leaning over me, a Heal staff in Anna's hands.

So. A cliffhanger. I hope it's good for you guys. I also found a cover for this story. Should show after a while. It's a sword that should resemble Aiden's father's sword. Or at least close enough that I'm happy. I'm horrible at drawing. I'll binge write the next chapter after my vacation. I promise that. See you soon!