Hector: (far away from lake) I won't go in. I won't go in. I won't go-
Me: (pushes him into lake)
Hector: .......
Me: You are acting like Jaffar.
Hector: (starts cursing)
Nino: (walks in)
Me: (pushes Hector under water)
Nino: What?
Me: Nothing!
Nino: Oh. I just wanted to say, you don't own Fire Emblem. (leaves)
Me: (brings Hector up)
Hector: Are you trying to kill me?
Me: No. My story can suffice.
Hector: (gulp)
Me: Don't worry! I won't kill you!
Hector: Really?
Me: No. Torture is much better.
Hector: O.o
Me: Just kidding! (puts song forty-six of the Fire Emblem sound room on)
Sain: (walks in) (break dances) (leaves)
Me: .... That was odd.
Hector: .... No kidding.
Jaffar: .... Stop acting like me. And do the review responses.
Swordsman of Sacae: Thank you. I'm glad you gave me that mark for those reasons. I will keep on trying to improve. I added a little bit of humour in the story. LOL.
Damsilica: Thank you. I'm glad you look forward to it. I can't wait for the next chapter of yours, either.
FalcoKnight8202: Thanks. That's the part that worries me. I shall.
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Matthew's POV
(Young master,) I thought to myself as Serra and Priscilla set to work healing Lord Hector, (Please be well soon.) Oswin, who had been watching this happen close by, beckoned me over. Even though both Serra and Priscilla healed him, Hector did not wake. What if he was...? What if he was dead? I could not imagine it. He was a strong person, in both body and heart. He could not die today.
"Matthew, do you have any idea what could have caused this?" Oswin asked, combing a hand through his deep brown hair, "It seems like you know something. Does this happen to have anything to do with the weapons, perhaps?" When he spoke of weapons, he meant the axe and swords I had taken from Castle Laus. I knew he disliked my stealing, but Oswin spoke the truth. It probably had something to do with the weapons.
"No, I don't," I answered, hiding my true feelings, "What? Do you think because I stole them, it curses them?" He sensed my anger, and turned directly to me. His eyes showed mixed emotions. Fear? Anger? Disappointment? Sadness? I could not choose one to describe it.
"No, Matthew," he replied, "I just.... I'm worried." He paused for a moment before continuing on, "Did you see Lord Hector fighting today?" I rolled my eyes. This was a life-or-death situation, and he was talking about the battle? Imbecile.
"Yes, I did," I answered harshly, "Nothing to be surprised of. He defeated a few opponents, including the knight stationed at the gate." Oswin sighed. What could he be talking about?
"No, Matthew," he whispered, hushed so only we could hear it, "It was odd. Silver flecks started to appear in his hair for no reason. It was the same for Eliwood, except his were gold. They also grew in number as they used them more." I had to laugh. Oswin was getting more gullible by age.
"Paint, my friend," I laughed, "Paint wears off from the weapons. The Laus weapon maker used low grade paint that comes off easily. It floats in the air and lands in their hair. That's it."
"Do you think the paint could have caused that?" he asked, pointing to Lord Hector. He picked the perfect time to wrench my heart, as Hector gave out a strange moan and lay still. Serra, who had used heal for the third time, nearly whacked him on the head.
"Don't die!" she cried, "I've spent too much time trying to heal you.... you... you idiot!" She started to cry, placing her head on him. Priscilla tried to comfort her, but it didn't work. Eliwood, who had watched this as well, looked down sadly.
(St. Elimine,) I thought to myself suddenly, (Praise be your graces. Don't let Lord Hector die today. He is only eighteen)
St. Elimine was looking down on us today, as Hector gave of a scream of terror as he looked up and saw who was on him. The effects were spontaneous. Serra yelled at Hector and hit him with her heal staff. Oswin sighed while Mark jumped back in surprise.
"What is it?" he asked, "Why is everyone looking at me like that? What did I do?" I glanced at Oswin. He gave a nod, which signalled he should be told.
"After you defeated Bouker, milord, you fainted," I started, "We thought you had died, until you screamed because Serra was on you. Which was perfectly acceptable. Any man would scream if she was their first sight upon waking up." Serra gave me a look that perfectly resembled the daggers I used.
"We should start to enter Castle Caelin," Mark interrupted, "If we wait too long, Lord Hausen will be gone by the time we get there!" Lady Lyndis bit her lip while we entered the castle. Blood stained the floors, and the bodies of Caelin guards were on either side of the hallway. Lyn looked grim as we got closer and closer to the throne room.
"Lady Lyndis, don't worry about your grandfather," I told her, "He is a strong man. He will be able to survive the pack of dogs called the Laus." When she faced me, she smiled, and I thought all was well.
I was sorely wrong. When we reached the hall that led to the throne room, we were in for a shock. Over twenty Laus soldiers guarded the hallways, and a general stood in front of the throne We would have to seize the throne in order to scare away these animals. Mark looked at his tactician's scroll in puzzlement, then he smiled.
"The key is to use the narrow hallways," he whispered to himself, "Have Matthew and Lowen get the treasure, while everyone else advances. Keep Priscilla in the front. I have a feeling she will be needed for more than healing." I waved to him front my position behind Serra. He nodded.
"Hector!" he called, "Attack the knight in front of you while Kent attacks the myrmidon, and Sain attacks the mercenary. Use lances, you two!" While Sain and Kent attacked the sword-users, I watched Hector attack the knight. His attack was simple, but effective. The knight was down instantly.
"Matthew and Lowen!" Mark called again, "Go up the stairs, and turn right. Lowen, make sure the archer is gone before Matthew advances." Lowen, urging his horse on, galloped up the stairs. A yell of pain as heard, and Lowen yelled back.
"The archer is gone, Mark!" he yelled, "Matthew can come up! Just tell him to be careful of the shaman!" Mark gave me a shrug, and I advanced up the stairs, where I took a spot and waited. Looking back, I glanced casually at Hector. I had to make sure my lord was unharmed, right? He stared me back, our eyes connecting.
They were gold, and animal-like. Unlike his bright blue human looking eyes. I jumped back, moving closer to the locked door.
"Watch out, Matthew!" Lowen called, a but too late. A shaman was upon me, the spell of flux already appearing in his hands. I jumped back, the flux spell coming up from the floor below me like a demon's grip from hell. I counterattacked, swaying slightly before I slashed at the shaman repeatedly, causing his death.
"Matthew, don't do that again!" Mark called from behind Lord Hector, not noticing his eyes.
"Do what?" I asked casually, putting on the airs of someone who didn't almost have a heart attack.
"Move," he replied silently. Everyone laughed, including Hector, his eyes the same as before. What was happening here? I knew only one thing.
I needed to talk with Oswin again.
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Nino: Please read and review, everyone!
Me: Yes, please!
Hector: (back turned to audience) I'm starting to hate this.
Me: (pushes him into lake)
Hector: .......
Me: You are acting like Jaffar.
Hector: (starts cursing)
Nino: (walks in)
Me: (pushes Hector under water)
Nino: What?
Me: Nothing!
Nino: Oh. I just wanted to say, you don't own Fire Emblem. (leaves)
Me: (brings Hector up)
Hector: Are you trying to kill me?
Me: No. My story can suffice.
Hector: (gulp)
Me: Don't worry! I won't kill you!
Hector: Really?
Me: No. Torture is much better.
Hector: O.o
Me: Just kidding! (puts song forty-six of the Fire Emblem sound room on)
Sain: (walks in) (break dances) (leaves)
Me: .... That was odd.
Hector: .... No kidding.
Jaffar: .... Stop acting like me. And do the review responses.
Swordsman of Sacae: Thank you. I'm glad you gave me that mark for those reasons. I will keep on trying to improve. I added a little bit of humour in the story. LOL.
Damsilica: Thank you. I'm glad you look forward to it. I can't wait for the next chapter of yours, either.
FalcoKnight8202: Thanks. That's the part that worries me. I shall.
####beginning or ending of chapter#
--------different area/location-
change in POV
(thoughts)
####
Matthew's POV
(Young master,) I thought to myself as Serra and Priscilla set to work healing Lord Hector, (Please be well soon.) Oswin, who had been watching this happen close by, beckoned me over. Even though both Serra and Priscilla healed him, Hector did not wake. What if he was...? What if he was dead? I could not imagine it. He was a strong person, in both body and heart. He could not die today.
"Matthew, do you have any idea what could have caused this?" Oswin asked, combing a hand through his deep brown hair, "It seems like you know something. Does this happen to have anything to do with the weapons, perhaps?" When he spoke of weapons, he meant the axe and swords I had taken from Castle Laus. I knew he disliked my stealing, but Oswin spoke the truth. It probably had something to do with the weapons.
"No, I don't," I answered, hiding my true feelings, "What? Do you think because I stole them, it curses them?" He sensed my anger, and turned directly to me. His eyes showed mixed emotions. Fear? Anger? Disappointment? Sadness? I could not choose one to describe it.
"No, Matthew," he replied, "I just.... I'm worried." He paused for a moment before continuing on, "Did you see Lord Hector fighting today?" I rolled my eyes. This was a life-or-death situation, and he was talking about the battle? Imbecile.
"Yes, I did," I answered harshly, "Nothing to be surprised of. He defeated a few opponents, including the knight stationed at the gate." Oswin sighed. What could he be talking about?
"No, Matthew," he whispered, hushed so only we could hear it, "It was odd. Silver flecks started to appear in his hair for no reason. It was the same for Eliwood, except his were gold. They also grew in number as they used them more." I had to laugh. Oswin was getting more gullible by age.
"Paint, my friend," I laughed, "Paint wears off from the weapons. The Laus weapon maker used low grade paint that comes off easily. It floats in the air and lands in their hair. That's it."
"Do you think the paint could have caused that?" he asked, pointing to Lord Hector. He picked the perfect time to wrench my heart, as Hector gave out a strange moan and lay still. Serra, who had used heal for the third time, nearly whacked him on the head.
"Don't die!" she cried, "I've spent too much time trying to heal you.... you... you idiot!" She started to cry, placing her head on him. Priscilla tried to comfort her, but it didn't work. Eliwood, who had watched this as well, looked down sadly.
(St. Elimine,) I thought to myself suddenly, (Praise be your graces. Don't let Lord Hector die today. He is only eighteen)
St. Elimine was looking down on us today, as Hector gave of a scream of terror as he looked up and saw who was on him. The effects were spontaneous. Serra yelled at Hector and hit him with her heal staff. Oswin sighed while Mark jumped back in surprise.
"What is it?" he asked, "Why is everyone looking at me like that? What did I do?" I glanced at Oswin. He gave a nod, which signalled he should be told.
"After you defeated Bouker, milord, you fainted," I started, "We thought you had died, until you screamed because Serra was on you. Which was perfectly acceptable. Any man would scream if she was their first sight upon waking up." Serra gave me a look that perfectly resembled the daggers I used.
"We should start to enter Castle Caelin," Mark interrupted, "If we wait too long, Lord Hausen will be gone by the time we get there!" Lady Lyndis bit her lip while we entered the castle. Blood stained the floors, and the bodies of Caelin guards were on either side of the hallway. Lyn looked grim as we got closer and closer to the throne room.
"Lady Lyndis, don't worry about your grandfather," I told her, "He is a strong man. He will be able to survive the pack of dogs called the Laus." When she faced me, she smiled, and I thought all was well.
I was sorely wrong. When we reached the hall that led to the throne room, we were in for a shock. Over twenty Laus soldiers guarded the hallways, and a general stood in front of the throne We would have to seize the throne in order to scare away these animals. Mark looked at his tactician's scroll in puzzlement, then he smiled.
"The key is to use the narrow hallways," he whispered to himself, "Have Matthew and Lowen get the treasure, while everyone else advances. Keep Priscilla in the front. I have a feeling she will be needed for more than healing." I waved to him front my position behind Serra. He nodded.
"Hector!" he called, "Attack the knight in front of you while Kent attacks the myrmidon, and Sain attacks the mercenary. Use lances, you two!" While Sain and Kent attacked the sword-users, I watched Hector attack the knight. His attack was simple, but effective. The knight was down instantly.
"Matthew and Lowen!" Mark called again, "Go up the stairs, and turn right. Lowen, make sure the archer is gone before Matthew advances." Lowen, urging his horse on, galloped up the stairs. A yell of pain as heard, and Lowen yelled back.
"The archer is gone, Mark!" he yelled, "Matthew can come up! Just tell him to be careful of the shaman!" Mark gave me a shrug, and I advanced up the stairs, where I took a spot and waited. Looking back, I glanced casually at Hector. I had to make sure my lord was unharmed, right? He stared me back, our eyes connecting.
They were gold, and animal-like. Unlike his bright blue human looking eyes. I jumped back, moving closer to the locked door.
"Watch out, Matthew!" Lowen called, a but too late. A shaman was upon me, the spell of flux already appearing in his hands. I jumped back, the flux spell coming up from the floor below me like a demon's grip from hell. I counterattacked, swaying slightly before I slashed at the shaman repeatedly, causing his death.
"Matthew, don't do that again!" Mark called from behind Lord Hector, not noticing his eyes.
"Do what?" I asked casually, putting on the airs of someone who didn't almost have a heart attack.
"Move," he replied silently. Everyone laughed, including Hector, his eyes the same as before. What was happening here? I knew only one thing.
I needed to talk with Oswin again.
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Nino: Please read and review, everyone!
Me: Yes, please!
Hector: (back turned to audience) I'm starting to hate this.