Authoress Note: I don't own Fire Emblem, those rights and stuffs belong to Nintendo (cause if I did own them, I'd be rich)!
Chapter 2: A Murderer's Trail
Glen was feeling as impatient and as aggravated as ever trying to think up ways to prove Valter's guilt. 'Argh! I know it's truly him, but to convict such a high ranking person, I'll need a whole lot of proof...which is exactly what I don't have at the moment,' Glen thought, pacing back and forth in front of the throne room, 'Looks like I'll have to trail that incessant cur...' Glen quickly strode out of the corridor and gathered a small arsenal of swords and lances. "We'll see who proves who this time..." Glen grumbled, rounding up all the items in his arms and headed towards the dragon pen.
He arrived to find his brother still tending to his own dragon.
"Where are you headed off to brother?" Cormag questioned, a look of curiosity lined his face. "Just to investigate some matters that have been on my mind," Glen explained.
"May I accompany you?" Cormag pleaded, "There is nothing to do in the castle and I've been bored out of my wits!"
"No and that is that," Glen stated, "It's nothing of your concern and you'd be better off at the castle."
Cormag shot Glen a slightly hurt and annoyed look as he went back to his dragon. Glen instantly regretted having said those words to his little brother.
"Listen...I apologize for what I said, it's just that I really need to do this alone," Glen restated. "Next time, you might want to phrase it that way..." Cormag remarked as he gave Glen a smirk.
Glen returned to the task of loading up his dragon when the stable doors creaked open. "Heh, I didn't expect to find the two of you in here," sneered a familiar voice.
"Valter..." Glen growled, about ready to pounce on the other general.
"Oh, if I'm interrupting something, then I'll leave. All I need is my wyvern and nothing more," Valter stated, grabbing the reins to his wyvern and walking the winged reptile towards the door. "And where are you headed off towards?" Glen demanded, causing Valter to stop in his tracks. "Just a scope 'round the villages. You do have to keep an eye on those mongrels you know...Never know what can happen when you leave them alone for too long." Valter explained, a smirk appearing on his face.
'More like choosing his next victim...' Glen thought, eyeing Valter.
"I'd best be leaving," Valter stated as he walked outside along with his wyvern. Within moments the other general and his wyvern were nothing more than a mere speck in the sky.
Glen decided to wait a few moments before following the other man as his dragon also took to the skies along with the loaded items held within the sack. Although, much to Glen's dismay, Valter had kept to his word and had only been circling above each village for several moments before moving on. As Valter made his return to the castle, Glen was as lost as ever on proving who had slaughtered the villagers.
'Dammit all! I've got nothing and the despicable man's got the kingdom on a silver platter!' Glen bitterly thought as he waited for Valter to head back up to the castle before leaving his own dragon back in the pen. Glen, who was both sleepy and fatigued from the long day, decided it best to head up to his chambers and call it a night. As he hung up his armor and clambered into his bed, he gently laid his head onto his pillow and closed his eyes.
Just as he was about to fall into sleep's clutches, he thought he had heard the distinct sound of someone walking around in armor.
Trust me, it gets better after this chapter, at least I hope so...Please Review!