Wrath of Fate
Chapter the Fifteenth
Fire Attack!
Western Ivalice
Eliwood stood directly in front of Northernsword. Both were at a loss for words. After all, how does one treat a friend lost for so long? Both Eliwood and Northernsword were now of higher standing. A marques, no less, and a tactician of international fame.
Eastern Ivalice
Fiora and her Falcoknights watched as the sun descended beyond the horizon. They lit their spears and javelins and slowly descended to a height where they could more easily aim their weapons yet would be hard to see. Their lit armaments were simply small dots in the sky which no one would probably notice.
Raven was preparing for his flight from Lyn's forces. He had packed some rations and some large cloth sheets. He had picked a sturdy young horse and was saddling his bags on it. He intended to seek out this man named Beowulf. He had no leads but being a mercenary he was sure no one would give him a second glance.
This night was going to be more eventful then he would have ever thought.
Gariland, Magic City
A number of soldiers had gathered on the walls. If the number of soldiers they saw was not the enemy's full force the city would be leveled in a night. They held their bows and spears as the forces drew closer. Meanwhile, civilians quietly and quickly fled the city, taking few belonging with them. All the men had been conscripted and all the soldiers summoned. This would be a fight that would be remembered in song for a long time to come…
Middle Ivalice
Ardrsil and Gaile walked at a steady pace on to the city of Gariland. They knew little hope was left. The soldiers were outnumbered more than one to three. But still they persisted.
Eastern Ivalice
Night had finally fallen; its dark touches groped the ground engulfing the Caelin encampment in a peaceful lull. It seemed to intensify everything. The defenders stood stiffer then ever, the sleepers slept even more peacefully.
Most of all, high in the air where the clouds ruled, Fiora's knights intensified their watch on the camp.
In a wave of a hand it began. Fifty javelins rained from the sky, blazing in their brilliant descent. The Caelin encampment was ablaze within seconds. The archers were readying their bows while infantrymen checked the surroundings. Spears and javelins passed through tent roofs and human ribs just as easily. They took lives faster than a raid could have. The archers began to retaliate as javelins continued to fall from the skies.
Raven chose this time to depart. He noticed a figure flying lower than the rest, headed to a forest. That's where he went.
Notes:
This is a filler chapter, focused on the fire attack. Yes it's quite stupid but that's how fillers are…anyway, I'd like a review for this, since you've taken the liberty and time to read this short installment anyway…it doesn't take very long… thanks to thos who have reviewed. This happens after Fire Emblem.