Discaimer: I dont FE or any of its characters.
Authors Note: For your own enjoyment, that will be the last disclaimer note. Also please review because I can take any compliments or anything you think I can improve on. Flames are excepted but dont be to harsh. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
Whoosh! Arrows flew past Dorcas. He didn't even know what these archers wanted but they were hostile. The archers launched another wave and the grass seemed to almost part as the arrows searched for their target. Dorcas, unarmed, could only dodge what he could as more arrows flew through the sky. He did have a plan though. All he could do was run into town and grab his iron axe. Sadly, Dorcas never thought he would need his other axes again so sold them for the benefit of his family. Whoosh! Now his house became came into sight and Dorcas ran at full speed for the door. He tried to stop himself from looking back but he had to. The three archers were all dressed in robes and hoods and were still gaining on Dorcas.
Only a little bit. Dorcas swung open the door and quickly shut it behind him. He stood at the only entranceway and heard the arrows fiercely stab the door. Dorcas then felt sweat dripping down his head. He didn't notice how much he was sweating when he was running that it now was accumulating on eyebrows and hair. He wiped the sweat with his sleeve and searched for his axe. Where did you put that piece of iron on a stick anyway Dorcas?
Dorcas looked in all of his drawers and finally found it. He pulled it out and turned to the relentless beating on the door. Axe in hand, Dorcas sprinted to the door and cut right through it. He saw the axe in one of the archers' heads and almost vomited at the sight of the blood dripping down his face. He tugged at his axe and removed it from the head. The body fell down and became stiff. The other archers, now with a hole, started tearing a big enough hole in the door. Don't they even care about their fallen comrade? Dorcas then let out another swing of his axe and this time made contact with the gut of the archer on the left. The archer didn't even flinch and continued to tear the door open. Without any other options, Dorcas pressed the axe into the man's spine and cut it in half.
Dorcas then turned to the last archer who finally tore a big enough hole for him to climb in. As the archer started to climb, Dorcas swung the axe once more and sliced the last archer's head off. The body fell into the house, bleeding from the neck. Dorcas sighed and turned around. He grabbed a chair and sat quietly at his kitchen table. He pondered why the archers would want him dead. The only thing close to authority in this town, were the brigands who occasionally came into town. And I thought living in Riko Port, would be a good idea.
Dorcas was his name. Not that morphs had many thoughts, but this one only had one thing on his mind, kill Dorcas. His leaders from Dragon's Gate said this was important to kill Dorcas. So, the morph sent three archers to dispose of him. The only problem was that Dorcas was stronger than he had guessed. One of his scouts confirmed the death of the three archers. Morphs could not experience anger, but this was as close as it was going to come. The morph grabbed his axe and headed into Riko Port, to kill Dorcas. The village consisted of the plains, the town, and the port. Once his job was done, he was going to have a boat waiting for him, to take him to the Dread Isle, a place morphs called paradise.
The sign confirming that he had now entered the town, told the morph he was close. As he quickly looked at building to see if Dorcas was inside but he couldn't find him.
"Can I help you?" asked one of the merchants. The morph could respond, but he wasn't used to talking to anyone other than fellow morphs.
"Dorcas. Where is Dorcas?" asked the morph.
"Dorcas?" said the merchant, "He is a little farther south. But I see you have an axe, want a new hand axe? I'll give you a deal if you want your current axe sharpened."
The morph held up his axe and brought it down on the merchant's table, splitting it in two.
"Woah!" screamed the scared but angry merchant.
"No one touches my axe," said the morph. He left the market. It maybe wasn't the best idea to give him so much attention. The whole market was staring at him and started to whisper. Not like it mattered. They would all be dead soon enough. Thanks to new technology, they would all be like sheep to the slaughter.
The morph continued until he saw a house with a torn door. Blood stains also lighted up the door. They looked fresh enough. He walked closer and dragged his finger across the blood. It was still wet. The morph licked his finger. The blood was one of his brothers. This is where Dorcas lived. This is where Dorcas would die.
Large footsteps awoke Dorcas. After he moved the bodies, he must have fallen asleep. He then saw a figure in front of the torn door. It was a man, at least 6 feet tall and was wearing a large black jacket. He was very muscular and was keeping an axe strapped to his back. Dorcas thought he cleaned up the mess, but it must have not been good enough.
"Can you please get away from my door?" asked Dorcas. The man got up and stared him in the eye.
"Are you Dorcas?" asked the man. He had a very dull voice. No emotion whatsoever.
"Yes, that is me," replied Dorcas. The man didn't even make a grin before pulling off his axe and swinging it at Dorcas. Dorcas ducked and reached for his axe that he left at the door. The man was quick and was already swing down. His axe made contact with the much smaller iron axe but Dorcas's strength pushed the axe to its limits. It wasn't good enough.
The huge axe plunged down, brushing the iron axe aside. Dorcas rolled to the right and dodged. He brought himself up and swung his axe. Again, he was slower than the man and he found himself at the wrong end of an offensive onslaught.
If this was Dorcas' best attacks, this battle would be over quickly. The morph was surprised how his archers could lose to such a weak opponent. His axe was stuck with the weaker iron axe. It broke away however and headed for Dorcas' torso. The blow only struck a cabinet. The axe was stuck however and Dorcas swung and the iron axe made contact with the morphs neck. He started to feel pain, but he did not cry out like a human would. Dorcas won and there was no use crying over it. All the morph ever wanted was a good fight and he got it. The axe swept his head off and the morph finally reached his own special paradise.
The blood stained the air of his house. Dorcas really hated this. The worst part about it was Natalie would be there any second. Dorcas pushed the body but it did not budge. It was too heavy. Think Dorcas…
"Oh my god!" screamed an all too familiar voice. It was Natalie at the front door, staring in shock at the head that was still three feet away from the rest of the body.
"He attacked me and I had no choice but too fight back," started Dorcas. He never finished that sentence. Natalie reached for the door knob but was snatched by a cavalier riding in from the right of his house.
"NATALIE!" screamed Dorcas. He grabbed his axe again and jumped out the hole in his door. He landed on his side, but he rolled back up again. He started chasing the horse but he then saw the worst thing that happened all day.
It was a boat. Not just any boat, it was a warship, one that was holding at least five-hundred soldiers that were all being deployed en masse. They were all wearing armor and were holding a new device that seemed to hold arrows in them.
Even worse, the cavalier that stole Natalie whipped his horse and it jumped on the boat. Dorcas stood in the same spot. It was quiet now. Maybe not in the real world but it was all quiet in Dorcas' mind. His mind was focused on Natalie, not the soldiers lining up their shots.
Get a grip Dorcas! And with that, the silence was over. The armada however, was ready to kill. Their fingers pushed against the trigger. The arrows dispensed from the weapons and shot towards the village. Arrows struck the women and children around Dorcas. Screams of agony pierced the town. Innocent people fell to the power of this force. They ran but to no avail. They tried to escape but were shot down. They were innocent. His grip tightened on his axe. Maybe it was impossible. Maybe he couldn't do it, but he had to help these people.
Then the logic struck him. No matter how hard he tried, he would end up just like the people beside him. Dorcas loosened his grip.
It was over. Dorcas ran off, into the sunset, with only one destination in mind, Pherae.
