Haha. I live! Okay, actually I found this on my disk from… a coupla months ago. And I thought I'd start posting it and continuing it. –nodnod- I have the start of the second chapter. Hopefully I'll be able to make the chapters longer. XD So. I can't remember where I got the idea, and I can't izzackly describe where it goes, either. XD So I'll just continue it when I can. I have 30 lovely minutes of internet time for the next week, but I can still type outside of those 30 minutes. Yays! I'll also get to work on the last chapter of Sleepless in Sacae, and I have a coupla others in planning. I'm going to start a crusade against the plotbunnies. X.x
Oh yeah. Read, review, enjoy. X.x; I'm not really sure how this'll work, and it's not my normal style either. XD Yay.
Disclaimer: I own Fire Emblem. I also own Golden Sun, Pokemon, Harry Potter, and seventeen other popular series. And if you buy that, I have some land I want to sell you...
Drip…
Drip…
Drip…
The echoes of the dripping water added to the gloomy atmosphere of the underground labyrinth. Mold and slime covered the crumbling stone walls. The dull, flickering light from the torches spaced along the corridors did little to make anything visible. In a small room down one of the myriad corridors, a lone figure stood before an altar with three skull-shaped candles on it. The dancing flames scarcely illuminated his craggy face. The softly spoken words to his incantation were lost among the innumerable other sounds, blending with dripping water, falling stones, the occasional scuffing foot, and more, nearly unrecognizable, sounds.
An uneasy cough from behind him startled the man into whirling around. As the edge of his cloak gathered around his ankles again, he searched his mind for the name of the Hero that had invaded his quarters at such a critical moment. The now-kneeling grunt's name escaped him, but he lashed out at him anyway.
"How dare you enter unannounced into my vicinity!" His hissing voice rebounded off the walls, the volume rising with each word. The Hero, head bowed and trembling, stammered out a reply.
"M-my Lord Ner-nergal! I beg your for-forgiveness for my lack of th-thinking! I was s-sent with a message!" The Hero chanced a glance at his Lord. Nergal's face returned to its normal scowl.
"Very well, then. What is it?"
"It appears th-that Lord Eliwood's army has defeated Mistress Limstella and her gua-guard. I re-regret to inform L-lord Nergal th-that Eliwood's Elite is fast approaching Dragon's Gate!" He yelled the last word, fully expecting the full force of the Dark Druid's wrath to descend upon his quivering body. Nergal's scowl transformed into a sadistic grin.
"Eliwood's Elite already? Fine then, you!" He pointed to one of his personal guard, a straight-faced Sage. "You, send word to the morphs. I wish to see them in my quarters immediately." The Sage bowed and whisked away from the doorway, into the darkness. The Hero rose to leave, but Nergal stopped him. "What makes you think you can just leave like that?"
The Dark Druid turned back to his altar with the dying screams of the unfortunate Hero echoing through the halls.
Oh yes. And I remember what it would be like now. XD Pretty much, Nergal uses some awesome magic to pump up his and his morphs' power and, uh... I'll stop there for now.
Hope you enjoyed it. X.x If no one seems to like it, I won't continue it mmkay? And I could use some help, also- did I fix my little dialogue problem? XD
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