Book I: Tides of Darkness
A/N:
I don't really have much to put here, except that I do not own Fire Emblem, or its respected names or characters. The only thing I really 'own' from this story is the name of the Tactician. Also, this is my first time writing a Fire Emblem story. And I've seen the detail put into other stories, and I will say right here and now, I doubt I'll be able to put matching detail in here, but I will do my best.
Prologue
The snow was coming down rapidly all across Bern. The fair gusts blew the large flakes of frost all along the ground, which, by now, was hidden under near two feet of snow. The only source of heat came from a small torch, which was hanging from the wall of a crumbled, ruined stone house, which sat on a hill overlooking Bern Castle. Within it, stood a silver-haired man, his features hidden in the shadows. Behind him, stood two other shadowed men, also hidden by the darkness.
"Do either of you know why I brought you back from the netherworld?" The silver haired male spoke. One of the forms stepped forward, only a whisk of his short blonde hair flashing in the little light from the outside. "Of course we do, Lord Sparta. You wish to bring the Black Fang back to Bern."
"Incorrect." Sparta spoke softly, and turned to face the other two. "That is not the main reason. I want to eradicate the fools who ended Nergal's pathetic life."
The other shadow, shuffled a bit, and then spoke. "Are you speaking of the Lycian noble, Eliwood?"
"And his foolish friends, Hector, of Ostia. And Lyndis of the Sacae Plains."
For a moment, a flash of lightening lit up the room, to reveal the two shadows as the brothers Reed, Lloyd and Linus. Each had been brought back by Sparta, for only one purpose: to get rid of Eliwood, and the others. But if that were the reason, why would he not bring back the others? Ursula, Sonia, even Brendan Reed himself?
After a long moment of silence, Lloyd turned around, feeling the urge to hunt down the Nobles and end their life quickly. "Then let's finish this, once and for all." Lloyd didn't care much for Nergal. After all, he only used the Black Fang to gain more power. No, he was only helping the person who revived him, so avoid being sent back to the gate of Hell. Linus seemed to think the same way, as he immediately picked up a sheathed blade from the ground next to him, and follow his brother out of the ruined house.
Before they could exit, however, Sparta's voice cracked the silence, halting them in their tracks. "Fools! Did you lose all form of intellect and proper thinking when you died? One does not simply walk into Castle Ostia, or Pherae itself for that matter."
Linus was the first to speak, as he turned to meet Sparta's cold, somewhat emotionless stare. "What's to worry about? From what I've heard, Pherae's sniveling whelp is its new marques, so it shouldn't be a problem sneaking into Pherae, and ending his life!" But Sparta was quick to snap back with a smart remark, "You truly are a fool. If we are to bring the Black Fang back from the smoldering ruin it is, we will NOT have it be the sneaky band of rodents it was when Sonia held control over Brendan Reed. We will NOT sneak around like filthy vermin, and kill our opponents when they are sleeping. That will lower us, dramatically, and I will not stand for that."
Lloyd dared not turn around and look at this man, but he kept his back to him, and stared out at the snow, which continued to fall. Locks of his short blond hair whipped across his brow, his long jacket swayed behind him, as the wind picked up. As the flakes swirled into the ruined house, around the three forms, Sparta's hand moved out into the darkest corner of the stone ruins, and from them, pulled a rather long blade. The handle was wrapped in bronze colored tape, and a dragon's face made up for the hilt. And from its open mouth came the long, straight blade. "First things first." Sparta spoke, as he looked over the sword in his hand. "We must lure our enemies here, right here, to this very spot."
"And exactly how are we to do that?" Linus snapped, sounding almost annoyed.
"You leave that to me, dear Linus. I want you and Lloyd to sniff around Bern. Find recruitments for the Black Fang. I will return tomorrow morning. Do not fail me." And with that, a red light invoked his shadowed body, a familiar warping spell. And he was gone, silence settling through the stone structure.
"I don't like him Lloyd. He's a real smart ass."
"I know, brother. But we have to obey him. If it gives us a second chance at life, and gives us an opportunity for revenge, then we should take it. Now lets go."
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