Chapter 19: Rebirth
Firedude: Hello everyone. Welcome to another episode of The Seven Mythical Weapons. I would like to start off by thanking everyone who submitted a character. I will use all of them and if there is anyone out there who is reading this story don't be afraid to review or submit a character.
BattleWiz88: Who knows, I do! Yes I guess Lyn would be upset.
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Zeek72: Yes I think she probably would. Thanks again for the characters.
MysticOmega: Maybe he's dead, maybe he's alive, or maybe he went to the bathroom. You want to know if Mystic survives? It depends on the mood I'm in.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem or any of its characters. I own Chikage, Alderoffe, Shadow, Quill, Onimaru, Inomaru, Yuan, Vren, Marco, Dopple Ganger, Girfu, Ziroka, Alicia, Marie, Lean, Kain, Ryoko and Poz. Kota, Gustaph, Mystic, Tyrana, Zega, Nord, Tryst, Sauske, Ellena and Zang belong to friends and fans.
Firedude: I know what you want to hear so here it goes! Ready? Set? On with the show!
Mystic sat in the darkness of the cave starring at the bloody rock pile where his friend had once laid. Mystic tried to stand, but his legs were shaky and weak, yet he was able to stand up using the wall for support. Mystic pulled out a rag and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Of course he had seen a lot of deaths before, but none so brutal or to an ally. Mystic waited a few minutes before moving himself away from the wall.
Ok, I'm trapped inside of a collapsing mountain. I have no means of escape whatsoever. Mark was just killed by some falling rocks, which means there are probably more coming sometime soon. Man I'm so screwed. Mystic walked over to the bloody rock pile and began to climb it. Sorry about this Mark, but I can't die here. Mystic made it to the top and tapped the ceiling. Mystic dug out a knife and stabbed it into the ceiling. He repeatedly did it until a small ray of light had broken through. Mystic was refilled with hope and chipped away at it furiously. He had made a hole big enough to fit his head through.
He poked his head out, allowing him a good look at the base camp. The base camp was still a good three hundred yards away. He tried to call out to them, but realized that the shout would make more rocks fall. Mystic pulled his head back in and continued chipping away. I'll be lucky if they're still there by the time I get out!
Marco had been working furiously for the past twenty four hours manipulating Alicia's blood sample, in an attempt to create and antidote for Ziroka's venom. Marco had tried several combinations of herbs and salves, but to no avail. Marco fought sleep the best he could, while trying each potion on the blood. Tryst walked in and saw open books and bottles scattered everywhere.
"What the hell are you doing?" Marco turned to Tryst and glared at him. He stood up with a bottle of green liquid and walked over to Alicia and poured half of it into her mouth. He walked back to his desk and instantly fell asleep. Tryst heard a little amused laugh come from Lyn. "He didn't take a break throughout the whole night." Lyn laughed a little more and then frowned a little.
"Hey Tryst. Were you serious when you said you were from the Lorca?" Tryst smiled slightly and pulled up a chair. "Why would I've lied?" Lyn smiled. "Good point." Lyn remained silent for a few minutes then frowned. "Why'd you leave?"
"What?"
"Why'd you leave the tribe? Why weren't you there fighting against the Taliver?" Tryst frowned and rubbed the back of his neck out of stress. "If I could've I would've, but Nord had me doing a whole bunch of stuff. He said he couldn't trust me enough to leave the lab." Lyn smiled and laughed a little. "I guess that's a good enough excuse."
Just then there was a large bang and rumbling. Lyn grabbed her crutches and they raced outside. The whole entire mountain was collapsing. Everyone in the camp watched in awe as the mountain collapsed inside itself. Something was moving at high speed down the side of the mountain and it seemed to be yelling. Mystic was using Silva to create a slide down the side of the mountain. When he reached the bottom of the slide it shot him towards the camp. He was sent tumbling towards the camp not slowing in speed.
He hit Fiora head on and they both tumbled to the center of camp. Mystic sat up and clutched his head. "Last time I do something that stupid." He realized that his other hand was on Fiora's thigh. Fiora growled in anger and raised a fist to hit him. Mystic raised his arms to defend himself from the attack. It never hit him though. Mystic lowered his arms to see that tears were welling up in Fiora's eyes. She then threw her arms around him and cried into his shoulder.
Mystic took a second to take in what was going on. He then hugged Fiora back and rubbed her head. Everyone else had gathered around them by now. Mystic and Fiora both realized how awkward the situation was. They quickly sprang to their feet and blushed. The crowd began to surround them; Eliwood grabbed Mystic and dragged him to the command tent. Lyn, Tryst, Fiora and Tyrana were right behind them.
"Where the hell were you? We thought you were dead!" Shouted Tyrana. "I was trapped inside of a collapsing mountain. Where did you think I was?" Tyrana gritted her teeth in frustration. She crossed her arms and turned away from her sibling muttering something. Eliwood whispered to Mystic. "What about Mark?" Mystic felt tensed up at the memory of the falling rocks. "He didn't make it out…" Eliwood sat down and ran his fingers through his hair. "This is just great…" Lyn was puzzled about what was going on. "What are you guys talking about?" They all remained silent for a minute or two. "Lyn… I'm sorry I couldn't save him…" Mystic starred downward refusing to meet Lyn's gaze. "W-What do you mean you couldn't save him?" Mystic looked up and hesitantly met Lyn's glare.
She was angry, but tears were welling up in her eyes. She knew what Mystic meant, but refused to believe him. Mystic struggled to get out the words. "…Lyn… Mark's dead…" Lyn dropped her crutches and gave Mystic a hard upper cut in the jaw. She then gave him a couple more right and left hooks before Tryst restrained her. She was crying and struggling furiously to get out of Tryst's grip.
Mystic whipped some blood away from the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry I couldn't save him Lyn… I really tried…" said Mystic, remembering how Mark kicked him away when he tried to remove the rocks from him. Remembering the severed arm he found and the pile of bloody rocks afterwards. He remembered how he had disregarded Mark and climbed the pile of rocks for his own escape.
Lyn's eyes traveled downward to the scar across Mystic's nose. She remembered when he carried Tyrana's limp body back to camp when she had committed suicide. Both of our tribes were slaughtered... did he have this fury towards Alderoffe when Tyrana died? He understands what I'm going through... Lyn stopped struggling. Tryst loosened his grip, allowing Lyn to fall to the ground on her knees. She tried to cover up her face as she cried, but the tears leaked through her fingers.
Tryst picked her up and turned to Eliwood. "I'll bring her back to the medical tent." Eliwood nodded silently and watched as Tryst left with Lyn in his arms. When he made it to the tent he laid her down on her bed. Lyn turned over on her side to avoid Tryst's eyes. "You cared deeply for him didn't you?" Lyn silently nodded her head, refusing to speak. Tryst thought for a minute before standing up.
He looked over and saw that Lyn had fallen asleep. He pulled the covers over Lyn and whispered to her. "Leave everything to me…" As he was walking out he saw Alicia begin to move a little. Tryst quickened his pace out of the tent. If Lyn reacted like that to Mark dieing I don't even want to think about how Alicia is going to act!
That night Tryst sat alone in his tent sipping rum. He looked at the knife lying beside him and hesitantly drew it from the holster. He looked at it and smiled slightly. "I guess now would be the time to get started…" Tryst threw open an alchemy book until he got to a chapter called FORBIDDEN TRANSMUTATION. He read it over carefully before shutting the book. He slit his right wrist with the knife and began to make a large circle with the blood.
He made several weird designs inside of it before wrapping a bandage around his wrist. "I hope this works…" He tapped the edge of the circle with his finger tips causing it to shoot bolts of lightning out. The circle was glowing bright blue and seemed to have been spinning. After about half a minute of this the circle turned to black and the lightning turned red. The circle began to spin rapidly then disappeared. Tryst's vision became hazy and he fell over on his side before falling unconscious.
The next morning his eyes fluttered open. When his vision focused he was in the medical tent. He sat up and realized it was morning. "You're finally up!" Tryst turned to one side and saw Lyn in the bed next to him. "I was worried something happened to you." Tryst smiled slightly and laid back down. "Thank you for the concern, but I'm fine..." Tryst looked over his body and saw that he was perfectly fine. Did it work...? Lyn remained silent for a few minutes. "So… what were you doing in your tent last night?" Tryst frowned and laid back down. "Nothing… just a failed experiment…
The night before in the city of Bulgar, a man in Sacaen clothing walked down the street to the inn. Like most Sacaens he had light green hair. His large hair was covered by a green bandana. He pushed open the inn doors and sat down at a nearby table. A young female waitress came over to the table. She had long blonde hair, tied into a large long braid with a red bow in it.
"Can I get you something Zang?" asked the girl shyly. Zang looked up at her with a smile. "Just some coffee please, Ryoko." She smiled and bowed slightly. "Coming right up!" Ryoko scurried away into the kitchen. Zang sighed slightly and leaned back in his chair. Ryoko put the coffee down on the table and sat down. "How much longer are you going to be staying?" Zang took a sip of the coffee and waited a second. "I'm not sure… maybe another night."
Ryoko frowned and folded her arms on the table and resting her head on them. "You never stay longer than a week. You always just pop in for a couple of days and then you go back on your stupid hunts." Zang frowned slightly. "I'm sorry Zang it's just that we always used to hang out and now I barely ever see you." Zang patted her on the back. "I'm sorry I've almost found them. I'll be home for good soon." Ryoko smiled slightly.
Zang finished off his coffee and put some gold on the table. "I'll see you soon Ryoko!" Zang then left the inn and headed to the edge of town. Zang called up to one of the Kutolan guards on top of the wall. "I'm heading out for my shift!" The Kutolan guard gave him a thumbs up and opened the town gate. Zang walked out onto the nearby path. Zang had taken a side job for the Kutolan to kill any bandits near the city.
Zang began to make laps around the city walls keeping a sharp eye out for bandits. There was a rustle in the nearby bushes. Zang's hands traveled to his sword hilts. Five bandits emerged from the nearby forest. Zang smiled and pulled out his swords and prepared himself for battle. The bandits laughed and drew their axes. "The little kid wants to play hero!" The bandits laughed and began to close in on him.
Zang smiled and jumped towards the center bandit. The bandit underestimated him and made a weak defense. Zang cleaved straight threw the bandit's axe with one sword and threw the bandit's neck with the other. The bandit died instantly. The two bandits next to him attempted to catch him off guard, but missed. Zang whipped around and stabbed both of them in the gut.
Another one charged at Zang out of fury and missed horribly. Zang effortlessly cleaved his torso from his waist. The last bandit backed away slowly, but fell down. Before he had a chance to get back up Zang stabbed one of his swords through his right shoulder pinning him to the ground. He then swiftly sliced off his head. Zang sheathed his swords and gathered up their heads. He returned to the front gate.
The guard there saluted him and smiled. "How'd it go out there sir?" Zang dropped the five heads in his arms. The soldier then felt uneasy and laughed nervously. "I-I see." He then dropped the heads and paid him. "Have a good night sir!" He opened the gate for Zang to walk in, but before he entered he heard something behind him. He turned and saw red lightning shooting out of the nearby forest.
"I'll be right back!" Zang ran off into the forest to find a large black circle shooting red lightning out of it. The circle then exploded leaving a motionless corpse where the circle once was. Zang walked up to the corpse and felt his wrist. He had a faint pulse. Zang looked over the corpse and saw that he was wearing a black tunic with a black cloak. He had black gauntlets and his skin was ghost white. Zang threw him over his shoulder and walked back to the gate.
"What was that?" Zang shrugged. "Not sure, but this guy had something to do with it." The guard quickly opened the gate allowing Zang to go through. Zang walked down the street towards the inn. "You should just kill him now…" Zang stopped and turned to the source of the voice. A tall bald monk was standing on the nearby sidewalk. He was holding a nine year old girl's hand. She had dirty blonde hair and had gray eyes. She wore a yellow shirt with a red jacket over it. She also had red sandals with a silver bracelet.
"What do you mean?" The monk gave him a stern look. "That man is an abomination… you should save yourself the trouble and kill him now…" Zang glared at him and turned away. "I'll take my chances. The monk smiled at his reply. "Don't say I never warned you…" He began to walk away but stopped and turned back to him. "By the way my name is Sauske and this is Ellena." Zang smiled slightly. "I'm Zang."
"Something tells me we will be seeing you again real soon." Sauske and Ellena both walked away in the opposite direction. Zang continued on to the inn. Ryoko greeted them at the door. "Zang where were you and who is he?"
"I found him out in the forest. Can you spare a room?" Ryoko thought it over and sighed. "Fine I'll set one up." Ryoko led them up stairs and opened up a room. Zang dropped him on the bed. They shut the door and walked back down stairs. "So how did you find him?" Zang shrugged and thought it over. "It's kind of hard to explain. One minute there was this weird black spinning circle, the next he was laying there on the ground." Ryoko thought it over. "I think I heard about something like that before."
Ryoko took a book from a nearby book case and skimmed through the pages. She stopped on a page and handed it over to Zang. "Here we go." Zang looked at the title of the page. FORBIDDEN TRANSMUTATION. There are several forbidden transmutation spells, but the most notable of them all is human transmutation. The ability to revive a dead human and create a homunculus. There are several drawbacks to this though. Such as possible loss of limbs of the reviver and/or the homunculus. The circle may also teleport from the original point of revival to another. The most notable drawback though is that the revived person will most likely have no memory and may have abnormal abilities.
Zang lowered the book and gave it back to Ryoko. "So you think he is one of these homunculus?" Ryoko nodded. "I could be wrong, but it is the only explanation I could come up with. He could spell trouble for the whole town if he is though." Zang remembered Sauske's words. "I'm going to go take a walk." Zang walked out of the inn and down the street. Who could he be then if he is a homunculus and if he is what's this going to mean for the town.
He stopped in front of the bounty poster board and took a quick look. He ripped one poster off the board and took a good look at it. "It looks just like him…" He laughed slightly and threw the poster over his shoulder. "There's no way it could be him." He continued walking down the street. The poster fluttered down to the ground landing in a puddle. The poster got wet and began to disintegrate. Destroying what was once a picture of Mark.
Firedude: Hope you guys liked it. Sorry it took so long, but as I said August is a busy month for me. I hope that you will continue to read and review though! By the way I will be starting up the subchapters again. Every other chapter will be a sub chapter which will be about Zang, while the normal chapters will still focus on Tyrana and Mystic.