Lippy: Chapter 2 is up! I've written this before hand, so it should be pretty fast in being uploaded. Again, there's quite a lot of dialogue, mainly because it's setting the scene, before the action starts.
Reviewer Spotlight:
GrayDove: Thanks for the positive review. I went through this chapter to try and add some more expression in for you. Yeah, Fion's trusting, but that's explained later. Read on!
Drako: Yeah, the first few chapters aren't that descriptive, but ti gets more so later on. This is about setting the plotline, etc.
Chrono: Uh, thanks, I suppose. Oo. I'll keep that in mind. And also, of course it's going to be better than yours, you are a rubbish author:p
SirLero, as I don't know who you are…: I'm guessing you might be Lewa, but I'm not sure. It wasn't in the 3rd person, so I doubt it. What so wrong about being nitpicky?
Anyway, on with the chapter….
Chapter 2: Invasion, and Ilia's response.
When they entered, Geraldine looked up at them.
"Hi Fion! Got some wounded from the village?"
"Just the one, but he had a nasty wound. I cauterised it with the vulnerary, but it needs further attention."
"Right," Geraldine said, picking up her Mend staff, "Hold still, this'll only take a second."
A burst of light issued forth from the staff, surrounding Jon's head, and closing the wound. Jon's mouth was agape, as he looked in a mirror and saw his wound closing, before his very eyes.
"There, good as new!" Geraldine said, ushering them out of the door, "There's definitely some chemistry there!" She said to herself, smirking
They walked together, towards the other building. Fion showed Jon to his room, and then walked to the briefing room, where Jill was waiting for her, outside.
"Alright?" Jill asked, opening the door for her.
"Yeah," Fion said, "Just one wounded, whose been patched up by the healers,"
"I saw," Jill said, giggling.
"There's something between you, isn't there?"
"We just met, Jill! Although he is…well…"
"Yes?" Jill laughed, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, he is sort of hot…but…" Fion said, twirling her long, blue hair.
Jill laughed, and walked into the briefing room after Fion. They sat down, and General Trent walked in. They stood, saluted, and sat down.
"Alright ladies, how did it go?" He asked, sitting down, on the other side of the table.
"23 enemy casualties, 7 captured, of which 3 were executed, and 1 was set free. No friendly casualties, and 1 villager was injured. He's currently in room 13B, next to me." Fion reported.
"Why is he still here?" the General asked.
"He's a tactician, sir. I thought he might be useful, and he did say he would try to find a way to recompense us, sir." Fion explained.
The General sat up.
"A tactician? That's good news. We need one, especially now."
"What's happening now, sir?" Jill asked, slightly worried.
"While you were gone, Bern's and Etruria's border patrols engaged in a skirmish, and it could lead to war. If so, King Zephiel could launch an offensive, going through Ilia, and Sacae, to attack Etruria." The General explained.
"But sir!" Fion exclaimed.
"We have dispatched squads Beta, your sister's squad, to Iota, and we need Alpha on Red alert, for backup, if Bern does attack. This tactician will be conscripted into your squad. Can he ride pegasi?" the General asked.
"He expressed a willingness, but I think he needs to be trained, sir" Fion said.
"It's your job to train him, then." The General pressed the intercom button on the table. "Janet, could you send Security down to 13B, to escort a tactician here, please? Tell them not to be rough, we need his cooperation."
The general looked up at Jill, who was repressing the urge to smirk, and failing.
"What's so funny, Jill?"
"Nothing, sir." Jill said, fighting to keep a straight look on her face.
A few minutes later, Jon walked in, escorted by 2 guards.
"Ah, Mr…."
"Lipscombe, sir. Jon Lipscombe." Jon said.
"Mr Lipscombe, Fion here has told me you are a tactician. Is that correct?"
"Call me Jon, sir. Yes I am a tactician, and I am also willing to recompense you, for helping me, and my village." Jon said, saluting the General.
"Ok, Jon, Bern and Etruria are potentially at war with each other, and we fear that Bern might invade, and use us as a staging post for their assault on Etruria. We need your help, to guide Fion's squad in their battles, as they will be the last line of defence against Bern's wyverns." The General said, looking up at Jon.
"I'm willing to join Fion's forces, sir, under the banner of Ilia."
"Good! Now, Fion, with your new tactician, I need to boost your squad. As of now, you are promoted to Major, and you are in control of 5 squads of pegasi, our remaining forces, under your control, as leader of Ilia's elite, The Last Line!"
The General saluted Fion, and pinned an extra star on her uniform. He then saluted Jon, and presented him with a uniform, saying, "You don't have to wear this, but if you want to, here it is anyway. Dismissed, and good luck! Jill, stay behind, I need to talk to you about your promotion."
Jill's eyes went wide, in shock. Fion hugged her, then walked out with Jon.
"Jon Lipscombe…I didn't realise it was you. Do you remember me?" Fion asked, fiddling with her hair, which was draped over her shoulder.
"Fion…Fion…Fion. I can't remember a Fion." Jon said, frowning,
"I suppose you wouldn't remember. I mean, it was 6 years ago…"
Six years ago, in a village in Ilia.
There was a group of young girls, gossiping, with a group of boys watching them. There was a girl with long blue hair, you gestured to one of the bos, and the girls giggled.
"What?" The girl asked, "I like him. He's hot!"
The other girls laughed even more, attracting the attention of the boys, who looked over, and whispered something, to a tall boy with golden brown eyes. He had a serious face; he hardly ever laughed, and rarely smiled. However, when he was told this, he went bright red, and stopped talking. The other boys gave a triumphant hoot, and shoved him towards the girls. They giggled, and shoved the blue-haired girl towards the boys. The girl blushed, and the girls joined in with the boys' cackling. The girl whispered something in the boy's ear, and he looked at her, turning an even deeper shade of red. The girl smiled, and kissed the boy on the cheek, and walked off.
END CHAPTER
Now, I did some editing there, taking some of your views into account. Sorry it's dialogue-y, but it gets action-y and slightly dirty next chapter. Chapter 4 is when the fighting starts.
R&R!