A/N:
You have NOOO idea how excited I am to get this project underway :DDDD
Okay... maybe you do...
No one touches this subject, IT'S RIGHT THERE! Fine, I'll take it! I'll make a story about the first exalt! The BRIDGE between Archanea and Ylisse! Most of the characters are mine, but there are a few obvious exceptions. Also, I'll be keeping a track of all the characters on my tumblr, hyliansquish.
ANYWAY! I'm excited! Let's get this underway! Word Count (1074)
A sky completely clear, with the midday sun scorching the lands below. A vast desert stretched before two men as they made their way to a lone keep in the distance. Khadein, the city of magic, had been in a state of unrest over these past weeks. By this point, the rift had drawn the attention of neighboring countries as mages fled in their search for refuge.
One man, astride his chestnut steed, stared out to the approaching mage sanctuary. His silver armor glistened in the sunlight, his navy cape behind him, the seal of Archanea stitched across it. A small scar across his left cheek, and his messy cerulean hair sticking to his neck, the man's blue eyes narrowed as he took in the sight before him.
"Harold?"
The paladin looked down to his companion. A sage, garbed in a variety of blues to purples. The man's dark hair falling forward, covering his eyes.
"Yes, Rowan?" The paladin replied, raising an eyebrow as his companion spoke up.
The sage looked away as the paladin looked over his way. "Sh-should you really have brought that along?" He asked, with a brief glance over to the sword which laid at his companion's side.
Harold looked down to the blade, surprised his friend would ask such a thing. "You told me of the dark mage uprising in Khadein… Would you truly prefer I leave Falchion behind?"
"I'm worried for you, Harold." Rowan replied as they continued forth. "These so-called mages are dangerous. Should you fall…"
"I won't fall so easily." The paladin commented with a deep chuckle. "We've fought aside each other for years. Do you doubt my abilities so?"
The sage nervously looked back over his shoulder as they approached their destination. "Do you feel like… we're being followed?"
"Followed? We're in the-" As the paladin looked back, he noticed a figure approaching from the distance. Wings. "…desert." He quickly reached down to his family's blade at his side, ready for possible conflict. As the figure approached, it became clear that there were now more following. "What are the dracoknights doing out of Macedon…?"
"Harold, behind!"
The paladin picked his friend up and spurred his horse forward, a blast of dark energy bursting just where they stood. The man, looked behind to see an army of mages filing out of the fortress behind. "These those dark mages you'd been talking about?"
The sage was still shaken as he tightly held onto his friend's mount. "Y-yeah, but I'm just as clueless as you as to Macedon's involvement."
A loud screech sounded as a rider on his dragon landed before the two, his javelin finding a place in the ground just before Harold's mount. The horse reeled back, throwing its extra rider off to the sand below. The knight struggled to get his horse under control as another dracoknight rapidly approached. "Enough of this!" He shouted, diving to the ground just as an axe cut through his mount's neck.
The knight rushed over to his companion, picking the man off the ground and urging him to run. There was no way they could outrun the Macedonian forces, and Harold knew he couldn't keep up with his companion in this desert. "Rowan…" He started, a smile now stretched across his face. "Still got that old tome?"
The sage nodded, reaching inside his robes to pull out the ancient text. "Y-yeah."
The knight's eyes quickly darted to the ground.
"Excalibur!" Sand flew into the sky, darkening the sky, and masking the two men from their foes. Harold tried opening his eyes, finding it nearly impossible to keep them open for an extended period of time. He suddenly felt his hand being grabbed, Rowan pulling him along. "This was your idea," the sage tried reminding the man.
The knight struggled in keeping pace with his companion as they tried to navigate their way through this screen. "It was better than waiting for those dracoknights or dark mages."
The men turned back as they heard explosions of various spells behind them. "I can't argue there."
The two continued on their path, seeming to have lost the opposing forces. Just in time, as the sand had started to settle at this point. The great cloud still stood behind them. As the two slowed, they looked back, half-expecting a dracoknight to fly out and greet them with an axe to the head.
A figure showed, but it was certainly no dracoknight, nor did it appear to be one of the mages. It wore a plain indigo robe with no distinct features. None of the figure's garb stood out as anything flashy, dark boots and trousers, and a pair of black gloves. The person approached the watching pair slowly, a dark smile stretched across its face as it watched the two men from under the hood which concealed its features. "Well, look what we have here." The figure started, its voice that of an adult male. "Archanea's little prince, and his little mage friend." It added with a chuckle.
"Who are you?" Harold started, gripping Falchion as he anticipated the figure to attack.
"Me?" The man commented, his hand drawing up to his chest. "No one you should worry about. I must say though," he continued, "that was quite clever of you back there. Using that little spell book to put up a screen and escape without conflict."
The prince grit his teeth as he listened to the man speak, a forced grin stretched across his face. "Yeah," He said through his teeth. "And yet you still found us."
"Yes, well I can't let you leave with that blade, prince." The man said, gesturing to Falchion. "The blade your ancestor used to seal Medeus a thousand years ago."
The prince drew Falchion quickly, charging at the figure before him. "You will not take this blade from my family!"
The figure laughed, ducking past the prince as he swung the blade forth. "Oh, prince…" The man stated, rushing up to his opponent, crippling him with impossibly fast blows to the joints. The prince fell forward, landing with a harsh grunt. The figure laughed as he approached the prince, wearing a devilish smirk as he briefly glanced over to the paralyzed sage who could only stand and watch in terror. The figure looked down at his defeated opponent, revealing the deep red eyes hidden beneath his hood. "You have no idea what I am capable of."
A/N:
Okay, first off, I'm aware of the FE14 reveal. Seems like a new world, so I'm safe here.
Back to the story though. As it continues on, it's gonna be very Fire Emblemy, and by that, I mean it'll probably have a lot of the old cliche's. Ah well, makes it seem more like something that would be part of the series, eh?
Still, I'm excited! I'm surprised no one's touched on this! I'm VERY surprised! Is jumping up and down in excitement. Ahem. Yes... so... Kind of strange that I decide to post this now in the fandom, but the time was right for me. I'd spent a few months planning, and now I feel I have enough plot to go off to make this work.
Still, I hope you enjoyed this foreboding chapter. Consider leaving some reviews, follow, favorite, stuff.
This is your excited and sleep-deprived squish wishing you all a wonderful day! :D
