"This way...h-he's this way..." Serra led Eliwood and Hector through the mountainous terrain.
Erk was sitting in the mud, knees pressed to his chest, muttering something unintelligible.'
At the sight of Eliwood, clarity temporarily vanished from his eyes, and he threw himself forward, begging forgiveness...
"I didn't mean to...it's not my fault...she's...gone...gone..."
The madness took over his eyes once more, and he collapsed in a catatonic coma.
Eliwood stared, confused. "What happened here?"
"It's a long story" Serra replied.
Hector heaved Erk over his shoulders. "Tell us at camp" he said. "We need to get him healed."
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Guy stood in the rain, blood on his sword and bodies at his feet.
With the determination that drove him to be the best swordsman in Sacae, Guy struggled to get past the darkness that was
overwhelming his heart...and succeeded.
He would not give in. He had to keep going.
Looking around, he was the death he had dealt in his despair.
He was sickened.
But he would not give in to the nausea that made him weak in the knees. He had to keep going, for the memory of her.
Wrenching free of the blackness that threatened to overcome him, ignoring his body's cry for sleep - fearing if he slept he would never find the strength to wake up - Guy looked around. He saw tracks in the mud, tracks undoubtably made by men...men running in terror. Perhaps, Priscilla was not dead. His mind was working rationally again. Perhaps she was not dead. After all, they had never really found her body. The task would have been gruesome...and love did strange things to people. It was entirely possible the Marquis had taken her captive, and taken her to the nearby castle. It was worth a try, at least.
"Well, better get going." He told himself quietly. It was a long walk.
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"No. We can't go anywhere until Erk recovers. Guy knows where we are. If he comes looking for us and we're gone, he won't be able to find us." Eliwood said sternly.
"We need to get moving! Laus knows where we are too!" Hector replied. But he knew he was beaten. They weren't likely to come looking for them after what happened, and both of them knew it.
Eliwood decided to let it drop. "The main thing now is to make sure Erk recovers. Serra says it's a psychological trauma...but whether it's from murder of from the death of Priscialla - or both - is hard to tell.
Hector sighed. "Alright, we'll wait...but I don't like it."
Eliwood smiled. "You don't have to."
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Guy stood at the gate of the castle. "Let me in.", he said quietly,
The soldier, unnerved by something he had seen in this strange plainsman's eyes, stammered out "I told you, you can't come in! Please, just go..."
His superior, seeing the disturbance, walked over to the two men, who stood staring at each other. "What's this all about?" he asked. Guy noticed the easy way the man held his pike, and figured it best to talk his way out of this...at least for now.
"My name is Guy. I am a wandering Myrmidon of Sacae. I have to offer my services to the Marquis." His tone challenged the man to defy him. "This man refuses to let me see him."
"I am sorry, but all visitors are to be taken to the dungeon until they can be interrogated...the Marquis is obviously fearful, after all that has happened. Please understand." The officer replied.
The dungeon! If they were holding Priscilla captive, she would be there. "Of course. As you must."
"I'm going to have to ask you to hand over your weapon."
Guy's eyes flashed. "You want the sword?" He asked, in the same quiet voice he used, a voice that those who knew hem meant danger. His hand flashed to his hilt, and before either guard could move the sword was an inch away from the captain's throat. Then, with a flick of his wrist, his hand was on the blade and he offered the hilt to the guard. "There you go." His eyes seemed to pierce the captain's soul...
Swallowing nervously, the captain took the sword, stammered a quick thank you under his breath, and told the soldier to escort him.
Guy smiled at the guard, a half-smile that for some reason unnerved the soldier. They hadn't thought to take his scabbard from him, never suspecting that there might be another blade hidden, in a secret compartment. The guard quickly escorted him to the dungeon.
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When Serra approached them, Eliwood and Hector were engaged in a sparring match. She waited patiently for the match to finish. When they finished, Eliwood came over, breathing heavily.
"How is he?" He asked.
"Well...about that..." Serra said, obviously upset.
"Yes?
"He's gone."
Erk was sitting in the mud, knees pressed to his chest, muttering something unintelligible.'
At the sight of Eliwood, clarity temporarily vanished from his eyes, and he threw himself forward, begging forgiveness...
"I didn't mean to...it's not my fault...she's...gone...gone..."
The madness took over his eyes once more, and he collapsed in a catatonic coma.
Eliwood stared, confused. "What happened here?"
"It's a long story" Serra replied.
Hector heaved Erk over his shoulders. "Tell us at camp" he said. "We need to get him healed."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Guy stood in the rain, blood on his sword and bodies at his feet.
With the determination that drove him to be the best swordsman in Sacae, Guy struggled to get past the darkness that was
overwhelming his heart...and succeeded.
He would not give in. He had to keep going.
Looking around, he was the death he had dealt in his despair.
He was sickened.
But he would not give in to the nausea that made him weak in the knees. He had to keep going, for the memory of her.
Wrenching free of the blackness that threatened to overcome him, ignoring his body's cry for sleep - fearing if he slept he would never find the strength to wake up - Guy looked around. He saw tracks in the mud, tracks undoubtably made by men...men running in terror. Perhaps, Priscilla was not dead. His mind was working rationally again. Perhaps she was not dead. After all, they had never really found her body. The task would have been gruesome...and love did strange things to people. It was entirely possible the Marquis had taken her captive, and taken her to the nearby castle. It was worth a try, at least.
"Well, better get going." He told himself quietly. It was a long walk.
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"No. We can't go anywhere until Erk recovers. Guy knows where we are. If he comes looking for us and we're gone, he won't be able to find us." Eliwood said sternly.
"We need to get moving! Laus knows where we are too!" Hector replied. But he knew he was beaten. They weren't likely to come looking for them after what happened, and both of them knew it.
Eliwood decided to let it drop. "The main thing now is to make sure Erk recovers. Serra says it's a psychological trauma...but whether it's from murder of from the death of Priscialla - or both - is hard to tell.
Hector sighed. "Alright, we'll wait...but I don't like it."
Eliwood smiled. "You don't have to."
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Guy stood at the gate of the castle. "Let me in.", he said quietly,
The soldier, unnerved by something he had seen in this strange plainsman's eyes, stammered out "I told you, you can't come in! Please, just go..."
His superior, seeing the disturbance, walked over to the two men, who stood staring at each other. "What's this all about?" he asked. Guy noticed the easy way the man held his pike, and figured it best to talk his way out of this...at least for now.
"My name is Guy. I am a wandering Myrmidon of Sacae. I have to offer my services to the Marquis." His tone challenged the man to defy him. "This man refuses to let me see him."
"I am sorry, but all visitors are to be taken to the dungeon until they can be interrogated...the Marquis is obviously fearful, after all that has happened. Please understand." The officer replied.
The dungeon! If they were holding Priscilla captive, she would be there. "Of course. As you must."
"I'm going to have to ask you to hand over your weapon."
Guy's eyes flashed. "You want the sword?" He asked, in the same quiet voice he used, a voice that those who knew hem meant danger. His hand flashed to his hilt, and before either guard could move the sword was an inch away from the captain's throat. Then, with a flick of his wrist, his hand was on the blade and he offered the hilt to the guard. "There you go." His eyes seemed to pierce the captain's soul...
Swallowing nervously, the captain took the sword, stammered a quick thank you under his breath, and told the soldier to escort him.
Guy smiled at the guard, a half-smile that for some reason unnerved the soldier. They hadn't thought to take his scabbard from him, never suspecting that there might be another blade hidden, in a secret compartment. The guard quickly escorted him to the dungeon.
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When Serra approached them, Eliwood and Hector were engaged in a sparring match. She waited patiently for the match to finish. When they finished, Eliwood came over, breathing heavily.
"How is he?" He asked.
"Well...about that..." Serra said, obviously upset.
"Yes?
"He's gone."