Karl: Wow, I'm really in a writing mood…
Karel: Pretty soon, I hope it gets better…
Karl: It will, trust me… And umm… I don't own Fire Emblem or its Characters.
Karel: So who does?
Karl: DUN DUN DUN DUN
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Chapter 3: The UnravelingThe stallion seemed to make time tick slower. As the dirt track in front of him reached its end, Volke could see giant blocks of granite and rocks piled in a clearing. It seems that the impact was so great, smoke still engulfed the scene. Volke expertly pulled on the reins of the horse for a complete stop, his brow drenched with sweat by the unexpected heat of the sun. Tying the horse to the tree and stroking its hair into place, Volke made his way into the disaster zone.
Hmmm…. Strange… The restoration troops haven't gotten this far yet?
Stealthily, he dove into the smoke, looking for the spot where the ruins of the main chamber should have been. After a while of failure and not finding anything but dust, he lifted a piece of white rock to discover a piece of his own cape. This is where he had been observing the fight. Where he saw the purpose of his mission. The next few hours, he worked non-stop heaving rocks and other such things from the ground, but to no avail. Volke had found three bodies, as he guessed, they were priests and a soldier, probably trying to help the Black Knight. Stab marks were visible on their chests and backs. Suddenly, Volke noticed movements in the corners of his eye.
A shadow? Someone's here.
Slowly, Volke drew his stilettos; two were always better than one. After he saw the shadow again, he struck. Strangely, a large silver blade parried his attack. Striking fast and relentlessly, Volke found that the wielder of the blade was not susceptible to its heavy weight. It moved almost as fast as Volke's knives. Slowly, Volke backed away, the smoke adding heat to his body. Lifting rocks had exerted most of his energy, and striking the man or woman in the dimness was not helping his breath. He thought that maybe he could talk for a little rest.
"Name yourself enigma"
"…"
"You won't answer?"
"…"
"What is your purpose here?"
"To kill you!"
Volke's eyes grew wide as the figure charged out of the murk. He could make out a figure wearing black robe with a hood, wielding a build that rivaled his old companion Largo's. Nothing more, nothing less. Volke had no choice, his energy was draining fast, and so, he had to pull out one of the best tricks from his hat, not that he ever wore one. "Don't even come near me…"
Volke moved fast, getting into a stance well known to those already dead, and put forth a word. "LETHALITY". Moving with almost superhuman speed, Volke made multiple slashes towards where the shadow's head should have been. Surprisingly, the mysterious figure parried again, which had never been done to Volke's specialty before. Thankfully, the blade shattered before the shady figure could strike again. Unfortunately, Volke's stilettos shattered as well.
"A stalemate I see…"
"No… Come… No one bests me…." Volke cried out through his mid-breaths.
"Until next time fighter." Nodded the body, disappearing into the smoke. Flustered, Volke took a step backwards, stunned at his own defeat … Sensing that the strong foe was gone; he knew it was time to leave. The Black Knight's body wasn't here, he was alive, and it seemed that someone didn't want Volke to know.
There's only one place a man would find safety… In his own home…Daein, you've got yourself a visitor… But before that…There is something else I must do…------
"Lady Lutia, you promised to give it a chance! Doust not the heavens shine upon me, thereas revealing my inner and outer beauty? I shal—"
The blue haired sword master tried to outrun the fat duke but to no avail. She knew that she'd have to face him sooner or later. Slowly, Lutia drew her sword, and for a split second, a sly grin grew on her face, only to be replaced by a determined look. Turning around, she seemed to startle the restless Bastian.
"My sweet hummingbird, has the crow within you taken flight? What have I done to—"
"Best me in combat"
"Pardon?"
"Best me in combat, and I will give you a chance"
"Excellent Milady, shall we head to the royal training grounds?"
"Lets…"
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In a few minutes, the eavesdropping Geoffrey managed to round up quite a crowd for his sister's bout. Even Queen Ellincia looked on from her seat. All she kept muttering was "Oh dear"
In the right, Bastian opened his tome, left hand out in front of him. And in the left, Lutia had her hands clamped tightly to the hilt of the sword. They both knew what was at stake in this battle, yet somehow, Lutia actually wanted to…
"Ready Milady?"
"… Wuh? Yeah, I was born ready!"
"Then we begin!"
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Karl: I'd just like to thank the positive reviews I've received. I'll keep working to make this fic as great as it can possibly be.
Karel: And I'll keep killing anyone who refuses to review!
Karl: …