A/N: Just a note, I've been typing the wrong name for August, hahah. Sorry about any confusion, when I typed Autumn, I meant August. Honest mistake, and hope you continue enjoying the story.
Sin looked at the chained blades he was holding, trying to get used to them, but they were strange, longer than normal daggers... and they were chained together by a foot or two of chain. As he held them, memories of what evil deed he had did flooded into his mind as he remembered the dark power that had taken over his body, and his soul writhed in agony at these thoughts. But something in him, almost laughed at himself, and what he did. "I'm a sad pitiful soul." He said, with an empty twisted grin.
Kyren looked back at Sin. "So, Lysalia, you say Sin is a Fated Child?" He asked, and Lysalia nodded. "Except, unlike the only Fated Child we know of is the Great Sage who's who knows where..." She said, and Kyren looked forward as his horse plodded forward. "Explain to me, what these 'Fated Children' are again." He asked, and she nodded. "Fated Children... are a rare breed of warriors, fated with bounds of hidden power, fatefully given to them, hence their name. Unlike normal warriors, who train to earn their title as a greater solider, like for instance, you've been training to become a Great Knight, and after proving yourself, you gain a sort of symbol as a sign of your progress... but there are people like Sin, who are given immense power, when something like a trigger enters their life. Triggers like emotions, people, even weapons and armor, can be these triggers. Even killing a certain person can be a trigger." She said, and Kyren nodded.
"But, as opposed to earning your title, you're given it, without you even knowing when you'll receive it... so I assume you have no idea of the powers you have. I bet Sin can't even fight right now, with the new weapons and armor and abilities he has." He said, and Lysalia giggled. "See, who says you cant have brains and brawn?" She said, and Kyren laughed. "Don't make it seem like a professor, I'm only a professor of War." He said, and she shrugged, and they were silent as they looked ahead.
Michael looked to the sky, bored beyond his own comprehension. "When are we getting to Alsterea? I live for battle, and women, and there's not much of either here right now!..." And all the women in the unit turned to Michael with scowls on their faces, insulted. "Oh, mydearest apologies, milaides, I didn't mean it like that, I shall hold my tongue, do forgive me...!" He said, with a dashing bow, and they glanced at him a moment longer, and then they turned around, and Michael sighed. "Phew, that was a close one." He said to himself, and someone poked him on the shoulder.
"I'd highly suggest you watch what you say like that, all the women here are a little overly prideful of their... feminism." Terra said, making Michael jump, and whirl around. "And you weren't offended?" He asked, and Terra shrugged. "I've been used to being a tomboy, I have been one all my life." She said, and Michael smiled. "I find that cute in a girl, being a tomboy." He said, walking away. "Wha?" She said, a blush creeping into her cheeks, as she went a step, to follow him, and a hand grasped her on her shoulder.
"He expects you to follow him, and I wouldn't suggest it. He's baited the lure, and hes checking to see if the fish is willing to jump into the boat. He's a lecher, and he'll play with you like a fisherman toying with his catch." He said, and Terra blinked. "Huh?" And Sin laughed. "You're oblivious. I've seen people like him before, I used to do nothing but watch people until I met you. Don't fall for his trap, once he hooks you, he'll have you swimming and swimming like a hopeless fish, until he finallycatches you to use you as bait for a bigger fish." He said, and Terra scoffed. "Sure. How would YOU know?" She asked, and Sin smiled. "I'm a fisherman." He said, as he walked away, and Terra was at a loss for actions. What did he mean, and should she follow? After all, he was a... fisherman?
Kitch was twitching madly. "I-i-i have a baaaad feeling, Keith..." Kitch said, as he wrote down stuff in a little book, as he spoke to Keith. "What do you think, Master?" Keith asked Hiyo. Hiyo shrugged. "Hm, let me scry the shadows..." He said, rubbing the air, in a circluar pattern, creating a cloud of black, in which he peered into. "Hmmm... well, it seems... that..." He said, peering deeper, and little bolts of lightning crackled through it dangerously. "...The hand of Death?..." Hiyo said, and suddenly, a pale, arm with long slender finger, and sickly decayed skin peeling off shot out of the cloud, and latched onto Hiyo's face, and he fell to his knees, screaming in agony, clawing at the hand that seemed to be crushing his face.
Heresy turned to the sound of yelling from the back of the unit, and ran towards him while everyone else stared in horror, the air chilling over. everyone petrified at this symbol of death that was grappling with Hiyo's face. "BEGONE!" Heresy yelled, brandishing a blade glowing white, as he jumped at the hand, severing it in half, as it fell to the ground, evaporating into blackness. Hiyo was on his knees, as he breathed out afine mist. "I...have been marked." He said, a black X now between his eyes, his pupils fully dilated, his skin whiter than ever. Hiyo fell to the ground. "Hiyo...? HIYO!" Keith exclaimed shaking him, and August rushed over on horseback, jumping off and branshing her staff.
"Keith, get away, I'll help him..." She said, as Hiyo went into what seemed like a series of painful seisures, and she laid her hands on him, and began muttering holy words, as his body gave off a white flash, and he went limp. "There's something horribly wrong with him, Commander." August said, to Kyren who had rode up as well. "What'd you do to him?" He asked. "I put him into a magical coma, so that his body has ceased to function. He won't age, he won't need to breathe, or use bodily functions. I can only suspend him like this for a half hour, which will be more than long enough for whatever that was plaguing him to be gone." She said, and everyone was staring at what had happened. August slung him over the back of her saddle, and everyone began walking again. Bladh sighed. "So many problems, in one tiny unit, Kyren... apparantly, you're not as good a commander as you've been cracked up to be." Baldh said with a laugh, and Kyren looked over.
"Wha-?" He said, and Baldh scowled. "Whatever." He said, falling back. Sin jumped up and landed on the back of his horse. "I'd suggest you lose the pride." He said, tapping on Baldh's helm. "Get. off. my. horse." He said, and Sin jumped off. "I'm just saying." Sin said, walking away.
Siham approached him. "Baldh will have your head if you continue like that... he was once a royal knight until he was endighted..." She said, and Sin laughed. "Endighted for what?" He asked, and Siham's face became cold. "He murdered a royal advisor, because the advisor brought out the anger in him, by challenging his pride. He killed him, in a single stroke and spilled his blood in front of the King of Erea." He said, and Sin's eyes widened. "He's Erean? How do you know he's not a betrayer?" Sin exclaimed silently, looking at the grim paladin.
"He pledged loyalty to The Grand Commander. He was placed under a magic watch he had no idea of, and he served loyally to Bolstar." Siham said. Sin was now more than ever, disliking him, even despite his pledge to the Grand Commander as someone who'd serve Bolstar and none other. He walked in silence in the back, away from everyone, thinking about the new events that had happened. "Look, brothers! Alsterea!" Carlos exclaimed, and for the first time in a while, everyone looked releived. Kyren grinned wide. "Let's find a nice place besides the river nearby, and clean up, and march into Alsterea and find a place to set up shop, a new start, as the Marching Dawn." Kyren said, as they veered off of course, to a river that ran besides Alsterea, the kingdom north of what WAS Bolstar. Everyone marched towards the river in high spirits, spirits raised in thought of a new beginning.