.... I still do not own fire emblem... it saddens me...... but I will never own
it!
Authors note: I HATE WRITING DISCLAIMERS ON EVERYTHING I DO!!!!
chapter 5: a dark future
Far away from the camp, in a remote corner of Nabata, the archsage Athos Wandered about his home. "where are they?" he said to himself. "where are those relics?". He paced up and down around his dwelling in the shifting sands of Nabata. "I fear if I cannot aid them now....all is lost."
Back at the camp, it had been about a week since the passing of Kent and Sain. The traveling group of mercenaries began to sink back into its normal ways. Each morning, all mounted units would scout the outside area of the camp, while those wielding bows would hunt, and Lowen would cook most of the food. This usual routine had the semblance of being peaceful, however, not one member of the party was truly at ease. Their time was coming to an end, and though they tried not to let it show, deep down, they all knew death was on the horizon.
Hector walked about the camp in his usual manner, his attitude was harsher than ever before. He reluctantly approached the Ostian bishop, Serra. "Serra", hector called out, " have you seen this creature that has been raiding our camps?". She replied "y-yes I have ... it is a truly foul beast...". "What can you tell me of it Serra, you are a bishop, you should know of these things.". Serra looked puzzled for a moment, choosing the proper words "Lord Hector, I am a bishop, a user of light magics. This creature....was evil. If anyone will know about this... it will be Canas". Hector replied "Ah...Thank you...". He turned and went off to find Canas.
Canas was in his tent, practicing his spellcasting. As hector walked up to the tent, he heard Canas inside. "GESPENST !" he cried. A dark energy exploded from his tent. Hector sighed as he approached the tent, he was not comfortable with things he did not understand. "Canas, are you in here?" a stupid question, he realized,but entered anyway. Canas responded "ah..yes, please come in". He closed his dark tome and looked at Hector. "Canas, you are a ....practicioner of the dark arts...do you know anything of this...creature?". Canas looked a bit upset " unfortunately... I do not, he responed "I have spent weeks researching this, but I have still come up with nothing". Hector looked at Canas, the eerie glow of the remnants of the gespenst spell illuminated the tent a sickly purple. "canas" said Hector "I...". He was cut short by a sudden scream. Canas and Hector ran out of the tent. The scream continued. They followed it to the tent directly next to Canas' tent. "Nino!" canas cried. He charged into the tent. Nino huddled in a corner pointing out the flap screaming "I saw it... it's in Heath's tent!". Hector ordered canas to stay with Nino, and went to heath's tent to see what was hapenning. As he approached the tent, he saw a disturbing sight. Heath stood in the middle of his tent, bound and gagged. Then, the ground beneath him opened up and he fell in up to his neck. The gag came loose. "HELP" he screamed. Hector tried to get in, but a wall of energy shot up in front of the entryway. The ground then sealed with a sickening snap, and heath's head rolled for a moment, before stopping at hector's feet.
: yawn, im tired.... Bad idea to write horror before you go to bed .. anyway, I hope to have the next chapter up soon.... G'night.
chapter 5: a dark future
Far away from the camp, in a remote corner of Nabata, the archsage Athos Wandered about his home. "where are they?" he said to himself. "where are those relics?". He paced up and down around his dwelling in the shifting sands of Nabata. "I fear if I cannot aid them now....all is lost."
Back at the camp, it had been about a week since the passing of Kent and Sain. The traveling group of mercenaries began to sink back into its normal ways. Each morning, all mounted units would scout the outside area of the camp, while those wielding bows would hunt, and Lowen would cook most of the food. This usual routine had the semblance of being peaceful, however, not one member of the party was truly at ease. Their time was coming to an end, and though they tried not to let it show, deep down, they all knew death was on the horizon.
Hector walked about the camp in his usual manner, his attitude was harsher than ever before. He reluctantly approached the Ostian bishop, Serra. "Serra", hector called out, " have you seen this creature that has been raiding our camps?". She replied "y-yes I have ... it is a truly foul beast...". "What can you tell me of it Serra, you are a bishop, you should know of these things.". Serra looked puzzled for a moment, choosing the proper words "Lord Hector, I am a bishop, a user of light magics. This creature....was evil. If anyone will know about this... it will be Canas". Hector replied "Ah...Thank you...". He turned and went off to find Canas.
Canas was in his tent, practicing his spellcasting. As hector walked up to the tent, he heard Canas inside. "GESPENST !" he cried. A dark energy exploded from his tent. Hector sighed as he approached the tent, he was not comfortable with things he did not understand. "Canas, are you in here?" a stupid question, he realized,but entered anyway. Canas responded "ah..yes, please come in". He closed his dark tome and looked at Hector. "Canas, you are a ....practicioner of the dark arts...do you know anything of this...creature?". Canas looked a bit upset " unfortunately... I do not, he responed "I have spent weeks researching this, but I have still come up with nothing". Hector looked at Canas, the eerie glow of the remnants of the gespenst spell illuminated the tent a sickly purple. "canas" said Hector "I...". He was cut short by a sudden scream. Canas and Hector ran out of the tent. The scream continued. They followed it to the tent directly next to Canas' tent. "Nino!" canas cried. He charged into the tent. Nino huddled in a corner pointing out the flap screaming "I saw it... it's in Heath's tent!". Hector ordered canas to stay with Nino, and went to heath's tent to see what was hapenning. As he approached the tent, he saw a disturbing sight. Heath stood in the middle of his tent, bound and gagged. Then, the ground beneath him opened up and he fell in up to his neck. The gag came loose. "HELP" he screamed. Hector tried to get in, but a wall of energy shot up in front of the entryway. The ground then sealed with a sickening snap, and heath's head rolled for a moment, before stopping at hector's feet.
: yawn, im tired.... Bad idea to write horror before you go to bed .. anyway, I hope to have the next chapter up soon.... G'night.