Emmeryn saw Marcus' point of view, of when he first lost his parents. When he had to survive his ordeals as a young boy. When he first became squire. But the most interesting part came when Marcus began to fight in a war. She saw him go in his knees, clutching a dead body. She heard a thunderous voice speak out.
"WELCOME TO YOUR LIFE."
She felt so saddened at seeing such horrific things happen to Marcus at a young age. She then sees Marcus stand in the army, readying his spear. Staring up a castle wall.
"THERE'S NO TURNING BACK."
She then saw Marcus kneeling to a grave, realizing his horrific ordeal in war, praying and remembering his comrades. She saw him leave flowers at the countless graves.
"EVEN WHILE WE SLEEP."
She saw Marcus on top of wall, being hit by artillery, with Marcus nearly falling.
"THEY WILL FIND YOU."
Emmeryn then sees Marcus charging into a fallen settlement, with Marcus throwing an axe to a nearby archer's face. She thens sees him kill multiple soldiers as he charged in. He truly was merciless in his approach.
"BEING TESTED BY THE SAVIOR."
Marcus was holding the gate, holding back the advancing enemy. He clearly looked tired as he tried to bash the incoming enemies. His face was already bloody and already wore wounds from battle.
"KILLING IS IN OUR NATURE."
She witnesses Marcus hold his shield up, fighting cavalry, nearly dying at the hands of the horsemen.
"EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD."
Emmeryn heard those words and took them very seriously.
"Were those Marcus' thoughts? Was he really so cynical?"
She then sees him patrolling a forest, with his fellow soldiers. But then he hears a sound and forms a wall with his soldiers.
"HELP ME TO DECIDE…"
Multiple horsemen began to charge at Marcus' line, injuring Marcus with many clashes.
"HELP ME MAKE THE MOST OF FREEDOM, AND OF PLEASURE."
Emmeryn begins to be even more saddened by Marcus' thoughts, of how war affected him. She sees a tower burn up, as she saw Marcus jumping out, injuring himself. He looked so pitiful as he tried to limp away from the destruction.
"NOTHING EVER LASTS FOREVER."
Emmeryn then sees many artillery shots fall from the sky, nearly hits him as he charged into the fray. She saw many of Marcus' fellow soldiers die before they reached the battle
"EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE THE WORLD."
She saw Marcus run from roof to roof, being shot by arrows as he ran. He then lands on a pile of hay as the roof below him collapsed.
"IN THE GLOOM, WHERE THE LIGHT WON'T FIND YOU."
Emmeryn then saw Marcus fight pirates, mercilessly slashing them down.
"HOLDING HANDS, WHILE THE WALLS COME TUMBLING DOWN."
Then she saw him stab a horseman with his spear. It then changed to Marcus and his fellow soldiers forming shield wall as the fire artillery fell from the sky.
"WHEN THEY DO, I'LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU."
Marcus was then running through a town, with it burning down as cavalry ran past him.
"SO GLAD WE'VE ALSO MADE IT."
Marcus was then seen loading artillery as he stood at the hilltop. It then changed to him doing the Schiltrom formation as endless cavalry ran past his platoon.
"SO SAD WE HAD TO FADE IT."
Marcus was then running up a hilltop, determined to take on a group of pikemen in spear wall formation. The artillery raining down nearly hit him as he saw his fellow warriors burn alive.
"EVERYBODY WANTS TO RULE…"
The next and most horrifying part, Marcus ran into a settlement and was shot in the chest. Instead of flinching, he breaks of the arrow and limps forward to continue battle. It then showed Marcus being flung away by charging horsemen as he hits the rocky ground.
"It never changes." a familiar voice sounds out.
Emmeryn was startled by the sound of Marcus' voice. She then sees Marcus fight in the desert, clearly exhausted as he had to keep slashing the enemy.
"Beyond borders…"
Marcus was seen with his platoon, fighting a group of tribesmen, with the tribesmen shouting, "ALLAHU AKBAR!"
"Throughout time…"
Marcus when then seen, stabbed in the shoulder by a horseman. Marcus gets pinned down before another spearman comes in to save him.
"Across worlds…"
Emmeryn saw the familiar area of Southtown, as Marcus began to exit it. She sees him confront the Plegian bandits. She sees him desperately fight for his life before Chrom and company arrive.
"There will always be war."
Marcus dueled with a Hashashim before he put down his opponent for good.
"Everybody wants to rule the world…"
Emmeryn sees Marcus, badly injured in the battlefield, approaching his commanding officer, limping as he was close to collapsing.
"And nothing can change that."
Emmeryn sees Marcus once again kneeling on a grave, with many more graves surrounding him.
Emmeryn quickly closes the memory spell, sweating profusely from the traumatic events that Marcus had experienced. Marcus was confused with Emmeryn's sudden change of expression. She gives him a look of pity.
"Everything you said…" she asked while pausing. "Was true?"
"Every single bit Your Highness." Marcus replied politely.
"How long have you been in battle?" Emmeryn asked, maintaining eye contact.
"I have seen major combat in two years."
"You are not yet weary of battle?" Emmeryn asked. "Even with all those injuries you have taken?"
"It is something I have yet to get used to but I still manage."
"May I see your scars?"
"Of course."
Marcus took off his shirt to show an upper body that was well-toned, but at closer inspection, was heavily scarred. All the scars were there based on Marcus' memories. The arrow scar was still on his chest. The spear wound on his shoulder. His face wearing light scars that could not be seen with the naked eye.
Emmeryn was at a loss for words, how Marcus was so casual about the traumatic and deadly experiences he's had. This was something she wouldn't even wish on her worst enemy. She turns and asks him.
"Why do you still fight?"
"Because I fight for the right cause. If my faith and duty calls me to fight, then I will fight. The Church is the only true medium that can nations together. My loyalty lies with England, its allies and the Church, I will not be so quick to break my oath."
"But you actually want to go back into the fray? Even when you're safe, you insist on throwing yourself back into battle?"
"What scum of soldier would I be to let my comrades fight in my stead whilst I sit back, flirt and make merry?" Marcus replied with a steely resolve. "I would be dishonoring my Coat-of-arms if I chose to stay."
"But what about your comrades? Do you really want to see them die with you?"
"If they die, then it will be in service to God and Christianity." Marcus replied. "They have earned their place in Heaven."
Emmeryn sees that Marcus could not be reasoned with. Even when he was badly battered by the horrific battles he has faced, he still insisted on going back. But she was still curious about this Church that Marcus had been talking about.
"Sir Marcus, could you please elaborate on this Christianity and Church you speak so proudly of?" Emmeryn asked with curiosity.
Marcus then coughs a bit, thinking that a LONG explanation was in order. He goes to his satchel and brings out a book named "Vulgate". He skims through the pages, looking at each detail. He reads through some texts before telling Emmeryn.
"The history of the Church is too long to measure, so I will just stay with the bare essentials."
Marcus opens the book and says.
"In my world, thousands of years before I was even born, the world was in chaos."
"What sort of chaos? Caused by demons or monsters?" Phila asked out of curiosity.
"No. While there were some supernatural beings that existed, none of them were responsible for the chaos that ensued. Instead, humanity was divided, practicing acts of barbarism, human scarifice, mass slaughter, rape and defilement of all that was good and just."
Emmeryn was amazed at the rich background of Marcus's world.
"People turned to many gods, asking for good harvest, good weather, but alas, those gods never existed. The one true God had revealed himself to the Jewish civilization, the descendants of his chosen people."
Emmeryn was now even more interested in this world Marcus lived in.
"But even then, they were still sinful, turning away from Him, worshipping other gods, overindulging and engaging in violence. They were beyond salvation as they were too far from His Grace. In order to join with Him in the afterlife, we had to be model human beings, rational beings, but even then, humanity strayed farther."
Marcus had take a breather.
"God had sent many prophets, many men in His name to bring his people back to Him."
"You mean people like Naga's Voice?"
"Yes, but these were mere mortals, following His command. Inspired by His Holiness, they spread His word of Grace to all. But sadly, the people did not listen, they tortured and executed most of his servants, with His message of hope lost to humanity."
Emmeryn felt a little sad for both Marcus' god and the prophets who had suffered to bring such a hopeful message.
"God finally had enough, humanity could not even be redeemed by His greatest prophets. A sacrifice was needed. He could send one last person. His son."
Emmeryn and Phila were extremely shocked at this.
"He would even send his very own son!? What sort of Father was he!?" Phila asked in complete shock.
"I will quote the Bible on this, 'Sic denim Deus dilexit mundum ut Filium suum unigenitum daret ut omnis qui credit in eum non pereat sed habeat vitam aeternam."
"A very interesting sounding phrase, what does it mean?"
"For God so loved the world that he sent His only son so that those who believe will not perish but have eternal life."
Emmeryn had realized the true nature of Marcus' god. A benevolent and loving Father who cares for His creations. Treating the sinful humans like misbehaving children and still forgiving them for forgetting Him.
"Now the first lesson that the Son of God had taught us was humility. You would think that a Son of God would come down from the Heavens with a fiery and angelic entrance, but no, he was born to a young common woman… In a manger. In a place that was meant for animals."
Phila wore a face of confusion at this.
"Your god let his own son have such a measly birth?"
"The birth of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, was a sign of His Humility. That for the sake of humanity, he himself would become flesh and mortal. He grew up, spreading the Good News, the words of Love and Peace. What distinguished Him from the other prophets was that He could perform miracles."
Emmeryn was clearly impressed and even pleased with what Marcus had said. The morals and doctrine that this Son of God had spread were everything that Emmeryn hoped to bring to Ylisse. This "Jesus Christ" person was certainly person that she would like to meet.
"What sort of miracles?"
"Another quotable quote in English, "The blind see, the lame walk, the deaf hear.". He healed those with incurable diseases without expecting payment. He protected women and children without nothing but words. He brought people back from the dead with mere words."
"He did that!?" Phila exclaimed, clearly shocked. "Not even our gods claim such amazing deeds."
"But it has always been a fact that no matter how good of a person you are, people will always find a way to undermine you. Some people claimed that he was a blasphemer that violated the local customs and traditions. Soon enough, he was arrested."
Emmeryn and Phila were appalled and even disgusted that even someone as holy and benevolent as this Son of God could still be victimized by corruption.
"He was sentenced to death by crucifixion. But his torture was worse than the average crucifixion."
Phila grimaced at the term, as a seasoned servant of Ylisse and being educated in history, she knew crucifixion to be one of the most painful processes of execution.
"He was crowned with thorns, with his head bleeding from the punctures of the thorns."
Emmeryn was repulsed by such barbaric torture.
"He was whipped multiple times in the back, and when he weak and bloodied, he had to carry his own cross up to the mountain."
"What sort of people would do that much to one man?" Emmeryn asked, her voice a bit louder.
"Please calm down milady, this was a common occurrence when one was being crucified." Phila added, before frowning. "Provided, it is still rather barbaric."
"He was then nailed to the cross. With the nails puncturing his feet and hands."
Emmeryn gasped in horror at the sound of the painful torture that Jesus had suffered.
"He was raised for the people to see."
"But wait, if he was truly the Son of God, why didn't he just set himself free?" Phila asked.
"Aha! I knew you would ask that." Marcus exclaimed. "The important thing about Jesus was that, he had been intending to sacrifice himself."
"What!?" Phila exclaimed. "Why would he want to die?"
"Do you not remember what I said earlier? "A sacrifice was needed.""
Emmeryn seemed to put two and two together. As the look of realization dawned on her face, She asked.
"H-he sacrificed his life for humanity?"
"Correct, His suffering was to redeem humanity of all its sins. So that humans may have a chance to coming back to God."
Emmeryn and Phila were deadly silent at the prospect. Sacrificing someone as important and holy as Jesus Christ was something unorthodox and demonic.
"But it didn't end there. Three days after His death, Jesus Christ rose from the dead."
"He rose from the dead? As in he came back to life?"
"Yes, His resurrection proved that He could conquer death. That we as mortals, should not fear death, for God will always be with us and if we learn to love Him and our fellow human beings, we will join each other in the eternal afterlife."
Emmeryn had a hopeful glint in her eyes as she smiled at the twist ending of Marcus' religious background.
"Our church was built on these values and was named Christianity, soon enough, the religion had spread to another continent, Europe. It had gained a foothold and united all the formerly divided nations of Europe under one banner, Christianity. Christianity is what brought these nations together, it may be imperfect in its regime but you cannot deny that it has kept Europe from destroying itself a long time."
Emmeryn nods at this and comments.
"Your world is certainly amazing and your god even more so, and judging from you memories, you are more than qualified to earn my recommendation. And to be honest, I think that is the least that I could do for someone as war-beaten as you. You poor thing…"
"Save your pity Your Highness."
"Milady, you aren't serious about—"
"Yes I am Phila, I have seen this man's memories and his military endeavors as a foot soldier. He deserves utmost respect and recognition as a survivor of war. You have seen his scars haven't you? Not to mention his youth will help him communicate better with the students of the Academy."
"Apologies milady."
Emmeryn then grabs a scroll from a nearby shelf and reads it.
"The Academy you wish to teach in is Noble Knight's Academy of Ylisse, correct?"
"That is the place, I wish to earn a living by handing down my combat skills and experiences to the younger generations."
"You will have your recommendation letter, I will have it sent to the academy, but you will have to bring résumé."
"Resume? What's that?"
"It is a brief account of your qualifications as a combat teacher. You may write down the battles that you have seen, your skill with weapons and your experiences in combat." Phila elaborated while handing Marcus a piece of paper. "Here is an example of one."
Marcus read the paper, it showed the name of the applicant, age, sex, experience and qualifications. It was written rather neatly; Marcus would have to make one of these soon.
"Just a reminder, the academy will be offering high payment for the teaching position, so I suggest that you take the opportunity while no competition is still around." Phila added in. "And if you truly wish to get paid, I suggest you start tomorrow Monday, wages are on a weekly basis, so you should be able to get paid by the end of the week."
"Wait that means… I have to go tomorrow if I want to get paid?"
"That is the gist of it, yes."
Marcus then bows to Emmeryn.
"Thank you so much for this Your Highness, you have my gratitude."
Marcus then walks out of the library, pleased with the turn of events. Emmeryn sits and Phila approaches her, asking.
"If you do not mind me asking milady, what did you see in that man's mind?"
Emmeryn gave Phila a sad look as her face began to darken.
"I saw what it was like to be a common soldier. How men suffer so much from war. I was right Phila, nothing good ever comes from war… That man has been battered, bruised, beaten and bashed, he needs to know that humanity is still good. Which was partially why I wanted to send him to the Knight Academy. To hopefully instill hope that humanity still has a chance at being a protector and guardian of all that is right and just."
Marcus walked back to the waiting room, where Mikah had waited for him. Hagen seemed to have gone off and done his own thing. Mikah was playing with the puppy, Hannibal. As soon as Mikah sees him and stands up. Marcus approaches her and asks.
"Where's Hagen?"
"Some zealous knight challenged him to a duel, wonder how long he'll last." Mikah said while rolling her eyes.
"So, could you please guide me to your place?" Marcus asked kindly.
Mikah smirked as they walked outside.
"Follow me!"
Marcu had picked up his horse, Carlos from the stables. His armor was covered in dried blood and his appearance was still a bit frightening.
Marcus was still wearing his armor, so his appearance did catch the attention of a few other townspeople.
"Who is he?"
"He looks like some sort of knight."
"It can't be! He looks nothing like the knights of Ylisse!"
"His horse looks too demonic to belong to any knight!"
Marcus rolls his eyes at their comments and presses onwards. He makes his way through the busy crowd, keeping an eye on Mikah as they walked. Soon enough, they come back to the place where
they met. "The Secret Seller". Marcus parks his horse by one of the available stands outside the shop and follows Mikah to the door. Mikah plays with the lock with strange inscriptions before it opens and both walk inside.
"Anna! I'm home!"
No response.
"You've been gone for quite some time." Marcus added. "She should have been back by now."
Both of them notice a piece of paper on the counter as Mikah rushes in to read it.
"Hey Mikah! By the time you're reading this, I'd have already reached the Border Pass between Ylisse and Plegia. There are some great ruins to raid there so I won't be back for some time! Take care!
P.S. Please tell me who won the tournament! I made a bet with some merchants and my large Bullion is on the line!"
Mikah giggled at this and set down the note on the counter. Marcus asks.
"Where will I be staying?"
Mikah gestures upstairs and tells Marcus to follow her. They both climb the stairs and reach a brown door. Marcus creaks open the door to get a glimpse of the room. The room was fairly nice, everything was dusted, a few books stood in the shelf. The bed was neatly made, and across it, the table was still in good condition. There was a window facing the castle as Marcus opened the windows to peer out. Marcus also finds an armor stand in between the table and the cabinet. Marcus uses this chance to take off his heavy armor and place it on the stand. But before Marcus could place the helmet, Mikah stops him, saying.
"Wait, could I please just borrow this?'
Marcus politely nodded, giving her the helmet as she walked out the door.
"I'll give you a few minutes to settle down, then we'll discuss about more pressing matters downstairs once you're ready."
"Okay thank you Mikah."
Mikah smiles and closes the door, bringing the helmet and the wolf pup with her. Marcus lies on the bed, he smiles and takes a look at the bookshelf. He notices a few interesting books to be read.
"It's been a long time since I picked up a book. Let's see what we've got."
Marcus sifted through the few books on the shelf to see anything he could find.
"Hmmm, Wyvern Wars: Terror at High Noon, The Forgotten Chronicles of the Plegian Campaign, Spell-Casting for Simpletons, these books are surprisingly oriented to this world. Perhaps there is something interesting I can find here…"
Marcus sifts some more until he finds a very interesting one that caught his eye.
"The Most Powerful Artifacts of Ylisse, that one seems to be something worth reading."
Marcus sits down and turns the page, he sees the religious background of Ylisse. He sees the important figures in the balance of this world, two deities named Naga and Grima. He had heard of their respective followings, but he had never imagined them to be draconic in nature.
"This world is ruled by dragon deities!? That is certainly strange, especially since Saint George has slain a dragon before."
Marcus then turns the page to see the first artifact, named the Shield of Seals.
"This shield was forged with one of Naga's fangs and was used to banish the insane and beastly Earth Dragons. The shield will only unleash its true power once all the gems are placed inside of it, enabling the user immeasurable power. To ensure this power is not abused, all gems, Argent, Sable, Gules, Azure, andVert were scattered throughout the world.
When the shield obtains all five gems, then the Awakening ceremony can be performed. This ceremony will grant the worthy warrior overwhelming power. This ceremony has been used time and time again to defeat the likes of Grima and Medeus. Currently, it lies safeguarded in the castle of Ylisstol."
Marcus was a bit intrigued by such a powerful artifact, a weapon able to grant immeasurable power was blasphemy in itself, since only God had immeasurable power.
"This weapon is certainly powerful and should never be used by any mere mortal."
Marcus turns the page again, to see a familiar sword, The Falchion.
"This weapon was forged from the fangs of Naga as she had left the realm of the living. Imbued with the power to slay dragons, this sword has been proven pivotal in defeating many dragons such as Medeus and Grima.
Contrary to popular belief, the whole sword is not unbreakable. The guard and handle have often been replaced and repaired throughout the years, giving the Falchion a different look in each different generation. It is only the blade that is unbreakable."
This one had Marcus a bit confused.
"Wait, they worship dragons and yet they still have an artifact that can kill dragons? Is there a feud between dragon gods in this world? "
Marcus then scans through the other great artifacts, but one catches his eye.
"While there are some Plegian and Valmese artifacts, there are also Unidentified artifacts, these artifacts have been discovered in ruins and have no connection with any lore or legend of this world, but still give off mysterious effects."
First artifact would be the Wooden Cross, found in ruins to the south, this strange wooden artifact is famous for its supposed apparitions to witnesses. Witnesses also claim that the apparition is not from Naga as the apparition claims to be of another deity."
Marcus' hand begins to shake at the new information, but is interrupted by Mikah calling him.
"Marcus! You coming down?"
"Coming!"
Marcus sets down the book and bookmarks the page with a feather. He rushes down to see Mikah still holding his helmet.
"Yes Mikah? What do we need to discuss?"
"Let's sit on the table first."
Both Marcus and Mikah sit down across each other, with the candle in the middle. Mikah then takes out a small booklet and writes something down.
"What's that?"
"A book of expenses." Mikah replied, still writing on her booklet. "Since Anna's gone, I'm going to have to make some revisions to your stay here."
"Like what?"
"Well first, I'm on counter duty, that means I won't have time to maintain the equipment and stocks."
"How many times do you have to do maintenance?"
"Weekly of course! That's what Anna and I always boast. Maintained weekly for your every need"
"Yeah… Sure. But what does that have to do with me?"
"You see… I could use the extra hand here."
"But I'm already teaching at the Knight's Academy!"
"Wait. You got in!? I had serious doubt that you would be even allowed, let alone accepted!" Mikah exclaimed. "You need some serious credentials to get in there!"
"I just got a recommendation letter from the Exalt, I'm sure to get in. But—" Marcus said before pausing. "Hey… Didn't you encourage me a few hours ago?"
"Heeheehee! That was just a little pick-me-up for you!" Mikah mischievously replied.
Marcus sighs at this and Mikah tells him.
"How about this, you only do maintenance on Sundays and I pay you properly, how's that?"
"Make it a Saturday and it's a deal."
"Why Saturday?"
"Keep the Sabbath day holy Mikah, you should know that."
"Oh yeah, forgot about that. It's alright, we close on Sundays anyway."
There was an awkward silence that loomed over the two.
"So… What now?" Marcus asked.
Before Mikah could reply, a knock can be heard on the door. Marcus goes to open it, seeing Robin smiling cheekily.
"How's it going Marcus?"
"R-robin! How'd you know where I was staying?"
Robin rolls his eyes.
"Come on Marcus, you have no home, you weren't really into Shepherd HQ and Mikah here is your only friend. It's not that hard you know."
Marcus was a bit bashful at this while Mikah giggled in the background. Marcus then asks Robin.
"So, what do you need Robin?"
"Answers. Well specifically, the Shepherds still haven't heard your story. Hagen and his company have already openly shared their tales. Basically, we're just inviting you over for a nice drink and story-telling."
Marcus seemed unsure with this, he was weighing his options. He was not a very social person, but there was certainly nothing to lose in joining Robin. Before he could give his reply though, Mikah comes in saying.
"Of course we're coming! In fact, let's head there right now!"
Robin nods at this, while Marcus seemed to be confused at what was happening.
"Well without further ado, let's get back to Shepherd HQ."
Marcus had arrived at the HQ, it had been six days since his arrival in this strange world and it has been five days since he visited this HQ. Not much has certainly changed, but with some new additions like Lon'qu, things have been a little more interesting. Marcus grabs a nearby mug and pours himself a drink Mikah instinctively sticks closer to Marcus and Chrom begins to approach him.
"Marcus! How are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine, thank you very much." Marcus replied.
"So, how was the interview with my sister?"
"It was good too, she seemed pretty sympathetic to me, which was kind of weird."
"What did you tell her?" Chrom asked.
"The essentials basically."
"And I think you owe us an explanation too."
Marcus gulped as the other Shepherds gathered around him as he sat down with his mug. All seemed very interested in what he had to say, save for Lon'qu and Frederick, who were doing their own thing. Marcus sighed as he took a sip and asked.
"What do you want to know?"
Marcus and Mikah were walking home from the gathering at Shepherd HQ. Mikah seemed awfully silent while Marcus smirked at her.
"So… What did Virion do?"
"That lout flirted with me, the nerve of him!"
"I never knew you hated flirtatious men."
"How can I not!? They're so annoying, especially when they try to get you because of your looks!"
"Heh." was all that Marcus could say before they reached the shop.
As soon as they got inside, they saw Hannibal peacefully sleeping under the table. Marcus quietly goes up while yawning.
"Going to call it a day?" Mikah asked.
"Yup. It's going to be a big day tomorrow!"
"Ah yes, the academy! Good night!" Mikah expressed before heading to her room.
"Good night."
Marcus immediately reaches the room and closes the door. He changes to some spare clothes he finds in his cabinet. He then goes back to the book he was reading. He immediately goes back to the bookmark and starts going through the pages. Still immensely curious about these artifacts that Ylisse has recovered from the ruins. He keeps reading as he tries to find even more shocking finds.
"All these artifacts, they belong to Europe! Painting of St. George slaying a dragon, Templar sword, Crusader necklace and even a rosary! What is with all these European items ending up in this world? Is there a specific place they are coming from?"
With these thoughts in mind, Marcus drifts to sleep. Even with the candlelight by his bed, he slept peacefully as the wind blew into the room and extinguished the flame.
Marcus was in a dark place, with almost little to see, except a spotlight, shining down on a girl, who seemed to be crying. The girl had long, flowing auburn hair and wore a green dress. It was a familiar sight and Marcus immediately recognizes the girl and runs up to her. He gently holds her while she covered her face with her palms and weeped.
"Mary Charlotte de Guines! Madam, are you okay!?"
The girl mumbled under her breath.
"I'm so sorry madam! Will you forgive me?"
"You scared me off… You killed me…"
"I know madam, but could you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?"
"I may forgive you… If…"
The girl then shows her face, a horribly disfigured and bloody corpse of a face. Her face seemed to smile sadistically as she told the horrified Marcus.
"You go to hell with me!"
Marcus was scared and suddenly taken by shock as the girl then suddenly pins him to the wall.
"You killed me! You killed me! Die painfully!"
"M-milady… *glurgh* Please…. *hurgh*" was all that Marcus could choke out.
Marcus could not talk as he was being chocked to death. The woman nails puncture his through as blood ran down his neck. His screams are muffled as the woman gags him with a bloody cloth. The woman's hand then turns into fire, as Marcus begins to feel a burning sensation on his throat, causing him to thrash around. But he hears a faint voice.
"Marcus! Marcus! Marcus!"
Marcus is awakened by Mikah, who wore a worried look as she had just witnessed Marcus thrash and scream in his sleep. She asks.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just a nightmare."
"But you sounded like were choking in your nightmare." Mikah added worriedly. "What sort of nightmare did you have?"
"Er, I was drowning." Marcus lied.
"Hmmm… Okay." Mikah said with a raised eyebrow. "Anyway, I came to wake you up because it's almost sunrise and your appointment with the academy is today!"
Marcus springs off the bed and immediately wears his outgoing clothes, together with his armor.
"Shoot! I'm late!" Marcus cursed while getting himself ready.
"Breakfast is in a pouch and your helmet is right next to it on the dining table." Mikah added. "Also, the coordinates and map are also on the table!"
"Thanks Mikah!"
Mikah hears the door slam as she sees the fully-armored Marcus ride off in the academy's direction. Mikah sighed as she went back in her room. She opens her booklet and writes down.
"It's worse than I thought. Marcus isn't just haunted, his mental state is deteriorating from these recurring nightmares. Just a night ago, I heard him scream in his sleep 'MARY CHARLOTTE PLEASE FORGIVE ME'.".
I need to tell him. I need to tell him the truth."
While writing in her frustration, she smashed down the pen as some ink got onto the table. Tears begin to fall down on her as she sobbed.
"Lord… What do I do?"
Yeah! Filler chapter! Knight Academy and Highlander debut are upcoming so please be patient. Anyways, here are some questions .
In the first part of this chapter, you can see familiar lyrics, so I'm sure you recognize the song, even with the minor lyric changes. I'm asking what video is it based on.
Please give me suggestions for the Knight Academy! Whoever has the best idea gets featured in the following chapters!
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