The Last Line
By MiniLippy
I don't own Fire Emblem, Nintendo and Intelligent Systems do. These characters are fictional, and do not appear in Fire Emblem, but the main character is used in a text based RPG called the Fire Emblem Arena Battle League.
All reviews are most welcome. This is a preview, as I have a large amount written, but if nobody likes it, I won't post it!
Anyway, READ ON…
Fion flew over the battlefield, high above the rotting corpses of nameless enemies, who had fallen to her comrades' lances. She noticed a small pocket of resistance fighters still fighting, but her subcommander, and her guard were taking care of them. She flew over anyway, in time to watch the last enemy dispatched by a solid thrust, skewering the bandit, like chicken on a kebab. She landed, her Pegasus, Bob, scurrying over the ground, towards Jill.
"We did well here today, Fion." She said, looking up towards Fion, "We saved the village, and didn't lose a single rider, not mentioning the capture of their leader, Garret."
"He's going to pay for his crimes against Ilia!" Fion agreed, looking towards the group of Ilian mercenaries surrounding the bandit. "We're just lucky that there weren't more brigands, as we all know how hard it is to get past their axes."
"We did well though, we killed the ones that were here, and captured others."
"I suppose so." Fion agreed, "I better go and see Garret, to interrogate him, and kill or release him."
Fion urged Bob onwards, towards the gaggle of pegasi, surrounding Garret. Bob landed, and Fion jumped off him, striding out towards the bandits' leader.
"You'll pay for this!" Garret spat, "We'll beat you yet, and when we do, you'll beg for mercy, and scream in pain. Let me go. Someone pretty like you could go far with us."
Fion slapped him, the blow ringing across the mountainside.
"How dare you? You, accuse me of being some cheap whore! Anyway, it's you begging for mercy now. I really want to cut you down now, but that would be a bad example to my knights, and the Corps'd punish me. But, if I have to send you back to HQ, maybe I'll be allowed a memento. Your masculinity?"
Fion unsheathed a knife, and held it low, against Garret's stomach.
"Don't underestimate me. If you threaten Ilia, if you harm her, you will know no mercy. Don't make that mistake again. Go, now. If we meet again, on the battlefield, I may not be so merciful."
Fion threw Garret to the floor. He looked up, his blue eyes glaring fiercely into Fion's. She returned the stare, and Garret looked away.
"I will have my revenge, Fion. And when I do, you will know no silence. Every night, you will beg for mercy, as we torture you, and when we break you, we'll have a little fun."
Fion turned around, and stomped back to Bob.
"Why'd you let him go, Boss?" one of the knights asked. Fion turned around.
"You don't gain anything by killing, just for the sake of killing, Tracy. It's best to let him go, to see if he can relearn his ways."
Fion flew off, thinking.
We did well today. But what if Garret's threat is true? If they attack Ilia, we can't cope with them. We'll see what HQ thinks of his warning, and if we'll act on it.
Fion landed next to Jill.
"Gather the troops. We're going back to HQ. I'll go to the village, to see if there are any wounded, and I'll take a handful of other knights to help me." Fion ordered, gesturing to 4 other Pegasus knights, pointing to the village. Jill flew off, towards the remainder of Fion's squad.
"Right girls, we're going to go to the village, to see if everyone's alright, and help some of the wounded, if there are any. Got your vulneraries ready?"
The girls nodded.
"Alright then, let's get going to help those villagers!"
They flew towards the village, landing when they got closer. Their pegasi trotted into the town.
"Hello, is anybody injured here? We've driven off the bandits for you."
A head popped out of the nearby tavern, looked at them, and beckoned them in. Fion looked at the riders, then dismounted, walking into the tavern, gesturing that the others should do the same.
She walked in, her eyes adjusting to the dank, gloomy atmosphere. There were various families, huddled around tables, obviously scare of the bandits. Men, with menacing faces, holding axes stood guard, leering at the girls. One of the girls, Rachel, ran to a family, her family, to see whether they were alright. The owner approached them.
"I'd like to thank you on behalf of the village. Thank you for saving us. I know it's not much, but I'd like you to take this, as a token of our gratitude." The owner held out a bag of gold.
"We really shouldn't…"
"We insist. Take it. I'm sure you could use it, to recruit more knights, or improve your equipment."
"Thank you," Fion said, taking the bag, "But we really came to see if there were any wounded we could help."
The man led them upstairs, into the guest quarters. There was a young man, about 18, the same age as Fion, lying on the bed, with a huge gash on his forehead.
"What happened to him?" Fion asked.
"He went to challenge the bandits, killed a few, then got hit by their leader, and knocked unconscious."
Fion looked down at the boy, well, man. He was handsome, with a smooth complexion, and golden brown eyes, like Fion's. She'd never seen another person with eyes like hers, as they were so rare. She leant over him, pouring some of her vulnerary onto the wound. The man sat up, a reflex reaction from the vulnerary, then lay back down again, and opened his eyes.
"What? Where am I?" The man asked, rubbing his wound.
"You're in the tavern. You got knocked unconscious by the bandits." Fion said, gently.
"I never was much of a fighter," The man said, "I was always more of a tactician…"
A tactician? Fion thought. They were rare in Elibe. It just so happened that there was a need for a tactician in the Corps.
"You're a tactician? We could use one of those. Come with us anyway, as your wound needs further treatment, and we have clerics back at the base."
The man nodded, getting up, groaning. Fion helped him up, and helped him downstairs.
"I'm Jon," The tactician said, "Thanks for helping me."
Fion saw Rachel embracing a little girl, and smiled.
"Rachel, if you want to stay here, that's fine. You'll still get paid, etc. Is that alright?"
"Thanks." Rachel whispered, and Fion turned around.
They reached outside, and Fion helped Jon onto Bob, and Fion sat behind Jon. Bob took off, flying towards HQ.
Jon looked around, amazed at the view from Bob.
"I can see you enjoy the view!" Fion observed, "I could introduce you to a Pegasus, and you could have him, so you could learn to fly, and always enjoy the view!"
Jon looked around, staring at Fion.
"You'd do that...for me?" He asked, his eyes staring into Fion's. She unconsciously blushed.
"Sure! Provided you take care of it, and compensate us in some way…"
"Well, I could help you in battles, as I'm a tactician…" He said, trailing off. Bb landed in the base, scurrying a few steps, and slowing down.
"I'll ask about it at the briefing, for the meantime, that building there is where the healers are. Come on!" Fion said, walking towards the healers' rooms.
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Here ends the fist chapter of the Last Line. If you would like more, and have suggestions for improvements, write a review!