Me-Hey, I'm back! And for my first order of official buisiness, I want to review some reviews.
Erk-yay?
WarpSlashGundam-I alwayswelcome your harsh, but constructive you give a grade for all of my chapters next time? It makes me feel special.
JSB-I love the long rambling reviews so don't worry about that. Yes thisis a self insert, but in more than place. Lloy is one of my best friends, Jinn is me (duh) and so is Jacinto ( also duh). Don't worry about the cliche'd everyone making love tothe main char.. There will be other pairings, for Erk and maybe Lloy and some onesided LowenRebecca. Review again!
I-Am-Erk- Thank you. It will be awhile before it gets up, but it will happen.
Priscilla-What's this I hear about you and that Rebecca hussie?
Me-er...uh...um...gotta go!
Canas-I only do this so I can get paid, R&R.
"Ahhh," Jinn's scream broke into the daybreak. Lloy, who was normally accustomed to sleeping in, woke with a start. Jinn's sleep, however, was spared and he continued sleeping fitfully, as though running in a dream. Lloy grunted and decided that he might as well as get up for the day. Part of him felt bad for his young charge's night terrors, but a larger part of him was angry at the draconian for the rude awakening.
Changing into a clean shirt and cape, Lloy departed into the camp. It was quiet with most of the people either asleep or just waking up. He decided to see if Lowen was cooking anything yet.
He lifted the tent's flap and entered. It seemed much larger when it was empty.
"Hello there," Lowen greeted him, while carrying a large box of radishes. "I haven't made anything yet, but you're welcome to wait until something is ready." As he finished, the other volunteer chef, Rebecca, entered the tent.
She avoided Lloy's gaze and went directly to help Lowen with his load. As Lloy looked on, they began cutting vegetables and mixing in some meats.
During the cooking, Lloy was having a moral, mental battle. He wanted to tell Jinn of his dragon-ness, but he didn't want him to know. Jinn a right to know what was happening, but the shock of the truth could send him into another transformation. Jinn could lose his personality, a kind one so rare these days. With the truth out, Jinn could be controlled, corrupted, by power. And yet, the boy needed to know...Lloy's thoughts were interrupted by a delicious smell and then footsteps.
Lowen emerged from the make-shift kitchen and handed Lloy a steaming bowl delicious stew. After devouring the stew and thanking Lowen, Lloy headed towards the blue tent of the army's merchant, Merlinus. While walking, a shout went up trough the camp. Lloy ran towards its source were he met Matthew and Legault, as well as most of the army, running in the same direction.
So much for having the day off...
They drew even on the source of all the noise. Two teal-haired children had been cornered by a tall figure riding a burgundy wyvern. There were several other wyverns on the ground, as well others circling from the skies. Most of the army had assembled around, preparing themselves for battle. Lloy assumed that these children were members of his own group and, like an angry parent, the main body of the force would defend them.
Then running out of nowhere, running down the hill behind the wyverns, came none other than the three lords and the tactician. They flew down the hillside, shouting orders and waving their weapons. There were two strangers with them, and as they reached the bottom of the hill the main force began encircling the wyverns.
Seeing this, the wyverns took flight, and perched with their riders on a nearby ridge.
Jacinto ran about, issuing orders in his unique way. People also ran around, grabbing weapons. Others ran back not to participate in the battle, but to protect their encampment from ambush. After double-checking that his orders had been followed, Jacinto ran, screaming, to the back of the line.
Lloy shook his head at their cowardly and yet brilliant tactician. Then he spun around looking for Jinn, and sure enough found him with Priscilla and his healed friend, Erk.
Erk still had a slight limp, but (as he colorfully explained to a cowering Jacinto) that did not affect his ability to summon the spirits of nature. Believing Jinn to be safe with his friends, Lloy's attention shifted back to those wyverns. He saw that among them were not only brigands, but also cavaliers and nomads from Bern's National Guard. That meant these were not Black Fang thieves, but royal, Bernian, trained, professional soldiers! If Bern's royal guard was out to get them, than something was afoot.
His attention went back to Jinn. He worried about another transformation. There was no fog here to hide the beast that would come. No fog to hide from it in. His mind was brought back to the mental battle he had waged earlier. He would not tell Jinn, not yet anyway. But he would shadow the draconian.
Things around Lloy began moving quickly. Cavaliers and paladins formed defensive walls around the main forces flank. Archers, protected by the armored soldiers, took pot-shots at the wyverns from the safety of their positions. This group had obviously fought wyverns before.
Jacinto's battle strategy was to have the main army sit tight, allowing the enemy army to break upon them water on the rocks. Insofar, his plan had worked. Several wyverns lay dead upon the ground; flaming from the attacks of the army's many mages, or bleeding as pincushions, filled with arrows.
Lowen's horse reared, causing him to be launched backwards into Louise, and allowing an enemy cavalier to break through the flank. As it rushed it rushed towards the lords, Lloy decided that he might as well and sped at the rider. Right before making contact, Lloy's physical form and appearance disappeared, causing the rider's attention to be swayed from his original targets. Lloy reappeared above the horseman and then fell, driving his killing edges down the cavalier's collar bone. As the horse skittered off, the rider slumped off into a puddle of his own blood.
After that, the battle was quite uneventful; the Lady Lyndis, one of the lords, had been promoted and was trying her luck with a bow, Jinn, Priscilla, Erk, and the Mage General Pent of Etruria were summoning large anima spirits by chanting together, and the enemy general appeared ready to give up. A majority of her forces were decimated, the reinforcements too, and she could not afford more loss of life.
"Withdraw," she cried, "We'll leave for now, but mark my words...we'll be back!" And with, she and her remaining forces flew off.
The battle was over. Everyone was quite pleased with the easy victory. Lloy heard the lords discussing their next plan of action.
"We should give them something real to run from! We should chase them, not celebrate! I am tired of being caught on the defensive proverbial crapper! We should press the attack!" argued the brash young Hector. But he was out voted by the other two lords, who knew they could track the fiends to the Black Fang HQ and in the meantime, they allow the troops to celebrate this important victory.
While the troops were returning to the encampment, Lloy spied someone shadowing Jinn. He asked Legault of his identity,
"He does seem familiar...though I can't say I've spoken to him. I'm pretty sure that he hangs out with that male healer, Lucius," replied Legault before returning to his exaggerated story of how he, single-handedly, brought down three wyverns.
P-shaw...Everyone knows it was one wyvern and that was only because Jacinto gave you his wyrmslayer..., however, not one to rain on his friend's parades, he let it slide.
Whilst Legault bragged, Lloy continued to watch Jinn's mysterious stalker.
Hrmm...I think its time to disappear...
