Fire Emblem: Legend Of The Chaos Hero
Book One: In The Grip Of Hatred
By Chaos Hero Mark
Chapter IX: Two Days Later...
- The Closing Event -
With the Deathmatch concluded under the mostly, clear blue sky, the people were directed towards the exit. The disappointment was written on some people's faces. Some didn't like their new champion for various reasons, but the real disappointment came when they were denied a showdown between Karel and Knarvet. It would have been a match worth seeing. The outside of the arena was filled with crowds of people. Hawkers selling their wares and prostitutes stood around, trying to catch the attention of men. Some of the soldiers were sent by Knarvet to clean up the arena and deal with the bodies there. Arel was seen talking to one of the prostitutes, who happened to be a childhood friend of his. She kept asking him to leave, but he was determined to speak.
"Arel, please!" She begged him. "Leave before he sees you with me."
"Does he even love you, Lledrith?" The servant looked at her, trying to hide his sadness.
"Yes, he does." She shot back, forcing herself to smile. "He's strong, he buys me things and he's an elite."
The youth stared at her, still sad. What she said had sicken him to his stomach. They ignored the people giving them glances. Even then, he persisted.
"In return, he hits you and whores you out to other men. He doesn't love you. If he did, he would treat you better."
Although what he said was true, she became angry at him. "And how would you know?! You're just the son of some illiterate farmer! You can never make me happy the way he does! Just... just get away from me."
With a heavy heart, Arel walked away. He ignored the stares and glances of the crowd. Unknown to him, Tauz came at that moment to get his woman. The disgraced Marshall showing her an expensive gift and showered her with honeyed words. The servant wondered what became of his childhood sweetheart. He never believed that he can meet her expectations and wondered if he should give up. As Arel made his way through the crowd, he was slightly shocked to see Mark standing in front of him. The Tactician was oblivious to what happened earlier.
"Arel, there you are. I need you to do something for me."
The young servant shook himself out of his depression. "Of course, milord."
Mark took a letter out of his pocket, gave it to Arel and whispered in his ear. "I want you to take this letter and hand it to his majesty, Rugal. Make sure you give this to him personally."
"At once, Lord Stu." The servant nodded before leaving. Mark stared at the youth as he left. He thought for a moment that Arel was distressed about something. He shrugged it off, believing it was none of his affairs.
- The Elite & The Clergy -
In the empty Colosseum, Lucius was overseeing the dead prisoners with Raven nearby. The six dead bodies (and whats left of them) were lined up next to each other. Jazmal came up to them and wanted to say a eulogy, but saw Lucius was already at it and silently watched. The commanding Paladin and four spear soldiers came up to them, interrupting the procession.
"Yes, thank you Bishop. But we should wrap this up." The captain motioned for the soldiers to take their bodies away. " Throw these 'things' to the beasts."
The blonde bishop was not pleased at this display of manner. "How can you do such a thing?! These fallen lives have families! Families who wish to mourn their passing!"
"These fallen lives are dead pigs!" The Paladin sneered at the blonde man. "Even in death, these maggots have no rights!"
"Commander Ravi, if I may..." Jazmal tries to intervene, but finds himself cut short by the Paladins arrogancy.
"No bishop you may not, for church and law should stay separate!" Jazmal was thrown aback by this man's pompous attitude. "These excraments WILL be feed to the lions and if you or your God has a problem!" He drew his Silver Sword in showing defiance and finished. "Then by all means, show me how the Elimine flock can fight!" He sneered at both bishops. "Instead of being the cowardice whores you trully are."
Lucius was offended at this man's disrespect for the clergy. Much more than Jazmal, who silently left. Raven placed his hand on his sword hilt, but his companion stopped him. Although he was against it, Lucius allowed the soldiers to do their job. He could tell on their faces that they didn't like the idea as well. They silently agreed that even these dead criminals should be returned to their families.
"Lord Raymond, tis not worth it." The young Bishop pleaded with her friend. Raven reluctantly restrained himself from attacking the Paladin who was expecting otherwise. They decided to leave, before a fight broke out. As they made they way out of the Colosseum, the mercenary's expression silently showed that he didn't like Ravi. His expression changed into a concerned look for his friend, who was slightly shaken at what transpired.
"You okay?"
"Yes..." Came the soft reply. Raven knew that his friend wasn't alright, and he knew why.
Jazmal came up to them and apologized. "On behalf of Captain Ravi, I sincerely apologize. I never thought he'd speak such blasphemy. Truly unfortunate."
"Thank you, Bishop." Lucius acknowledge him. "But you are not at fault."
"Ah, be that as it's so, may I have your names?"
Raven hesitated, but Lucius saw nothing wrong with giving this man their names. He seemed sincere enough and he was a high ranked clergy.
"My name is Lucius and this my companion, Raven."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Lucius." Jazmal held out his hand and clasped with the blonde bishop's in a handshake. "I am Jazmal, high ranked Saint of Elimine's church in Hera and one of the Four Cornerstones of Trivalon." Lucius was shocked at hearing this, but Jazmal just smiled. "I take it this shocks you, but do not fear. I needed a spot in the empire to spread the word of Elimine. Is that wrong of me?"
"No, no it's not, your Excellency." Lucius lowered his head slightly. "Forgive me."
As they walked out of the Colosseum together, Jazmal assured Lucius. "No need to apologize. Why I tell you, the new laws are becoming more ridiculous by the minute. And most of them are not even approved of by his majesty. But his highness is too caught up with other matters to even pay attention. I wonder what it is that's keeping my king so occupied lately."
Jazmal seemed sincere and hopefully, Lucius and Raven found an ally in this man. This got the pair thinking about the prophecy and what Jazmal said. They wondered if something bad may happen in Trivalon.
- Dart & Geitz -
Dart was standing out in the empty hallway, just outside the office. The door opened and the Warrior stepped out. A huge grin spread across his face.
"Geitz, what de Hell took ya so long?"
"Sorry man." He mumbled, still smiling ridiculously. "You know the money we wagered?"
"Yeah. What 'bout it?"
"We got back four times the amount. Dart, we're rich!"
"Really?" He flashed a smirk.
"Yep." Geitz responded. "Hey, we need to replace the money before they find out."
"Right."
As the pair collected their winnings, it took them a while to place it all into the open carriage. While trekking their way back to Fargus's ship, the piles of gold got people staring. Geitz and Dart brandished their weapons to the people, showing them that they need to keep their eyes to themselves. As the carriage got nearer to Fargus's ship, Geitz motioned for the rider to wait while Dart went ahead to see if Fargus was around. He saw his captain nowhere on the ship and believed it was all clear. On his way back to the carriage, Dart froze in his track as he saw Fargus cursing profanities at Geitz, with the driver nowhere in sight. Dart tried to sneak away, hoping that the captain wouldn't spot him. The attempt itself was in vain as the elderly Berserker saw him and pointed his finger in the ground, shouting.
"Dart!! Git ya arse ova herr!!"
"Shit. Dis isn't happening." Dart thought to himself as he reluctantly made his way to Fargus.
When he stood a few feet away, the Davros captain began to chew him out.
"Wat in da sev'n seas dit u' two do wit' de cru's moni?! Ya betta start talkin' b'fore I carve ya boys an 'xtra gizzard!! Now, w'ere da Hell's dah moni?!!"
Dart was sweating nervously as he fumbled over his words. He could see that Fargus wasn't in a good mood and crossing him would result in death by the axe. After losing his patience, Fargus had his Swordslayer lifted above his shoulders. Before things escalated, Kent and Fiora came up to them.
"Captain Fargus." Kent began in a grim manner. "The party's gold has been stolen and we believe its someone within your company."
"Is dat so?" Fargus eyed Dart suspiciously.
"Dart?" Fiora eyed him with suspicion as well. "Did you by any chance..."
Dart saw their eyes staring at him. He knew he had to talk fast. "Look, I only took enough moni from da pool so we could bet big."
"U' wat?!" Fargus screamed.
"You gambled our money?!" Came Kent's shock. Him, Fargus and Fiora was angry at hearing this.
"Yeah, bu' we won back fo'r fold, so it's all cool."
Fargus took a glance at the wagon filled with bags of gold and stared back at Dart. "I ain't lettin' ya off da huk dat eesy."
Kent and Fiora folded their arms. Dart was thinking to himself. "Where da Hell's Mark when ya need him."
"What do we do with him, captain?" Fiora asked.
"Ay Geitz. Help me out here, mate." Dart whispered. Before Fargus could speak, Dart turned around and saw that Geitz left him out to dry. The others were so busy scolding Dart that they forgot his accomplice. An angry Dart shouted. "Geitz, you bastard!!!"
- Karel & Knarvet -
The Swordmaster opened his eyes to find himself on a bed, in someone elses room. In the room stood a few antiques, placed against certain areas of the wall. The swordsman saw a lounge in front with a fireplace. It also had two sofa-like seats, placed near it. The room walls was adorned with a light orange paint and a few portraits. The floor itself was covered with a red carpet, mixed with yellow patterns. When he sat up, Karel saw his wounds were addressed and bandaged. His hands and feet however, were still in chains and bound to a heavy cannonball. His head was aching a bit, but the pain has somewhat eased. The Sword Demon was annoyed at his binds, but his train of thought was interrupted when he heard a loud voice from the sofa.
"And how are you feeling today?!"
Karel couldn't see the man clearly, because of the back seat's size. When he stood up, the Sacaen saw that it was none other than the elite, Knarvet. The Lancer made his way to Karel, along with his seat. The commander seated himself near Karel as the swordsman glared daggers into him. Despite the glare, Knarvet wasn't imtimidated at all by Karel anymore as his expression turned serious as well.
"Congratulations on your victory." Knarvet held out his hand. Karel stared at him, ignoring his gesture. After a moment, the Lancer dropped his arm and leaned back on his chair. Karel then, finally spoke.
"You dishonored me by holding back."
"Be thankful that I did." Knarvet countered. "Or I would have you killed. But that's not why I'm here." He straightened himself in his chair before continuing. "Even if you won, you're still a criminal."
"Hmph." Karel grunted.
"I won't bander you with words. I want us to strike a deal. I'll pull a few strings and have you freed, but in return... I want you to work for me."
"No." The swordsman muttered.
"You haven't even heard what I have to offer. Aren't you being hasty?" Karel grunted again, in defiance. Knarvet then decided to try the threatening approach. "I can always have you tossed back in prison till the next Deathmatch."
Hearing the word 'Deathmatch' made Karel broke into his demonic grin. "I prefer human opponents as opposed to another Leo. Other than that, go ahead and toss me back in."
"Do you think I'm bluffing? There's far worse than the Leo."
Karel became serious again as he stared at the elite. "What are the terms of this deal?"
"I won't tell you everything yet, but I'm investigating a case involving a slave ring, and I need a partner."
"Not interested." He looked away, ignoring the elite.
Knarvet got up from his seat and addressed him grimly. "You don't have much of a choice, anyway. When your wounds are fully recovered, I expect your final answer." When the Lancer reached the door, he spoke one more thing. "You're a strong fighter, but that counts for nothing if you waste away your life. Think about your situation and my offer carefully, for I'm all that stands between you and the beasts." The elite had shut the door behind him, leaving Karel to his own thoughts. He didn't care about Legion and only saw them as passage. He also hated being in the mercy of another. Knarvet could have killed him, but showed mercy instead. He thought on the offer very carefully.
- Lyndis & Mark -
Out in the empty courtyard, next to the fountain, Mark was reading a letter concerning the resistance. Court affairs and the operation have kept him busy day and night. He wasn't given much time to do anything else. He was deep in thought of how he will proceed with this matter, when Lyn's harsh voice snapped him out.
"We need to talk!"
He quickly turned to his side, hand on scimitar, to see Lyn standing a few feet from him. When he saw her, the Tactician relaxed his guard and picked up the letter. As Mark placed it back in his pocket, he saw how angry she was. The youth found himself tired of this and sought to get to the bottom.
"I'm listening." He began in his calm manner.
"Lucius was horrified at what happened in that ring! We all were!"
"Really?" He countered in a hardened tone. "I'm sorry you all feel that way, but if that's your problem, take it up with Knarvet. Or better yet, his majesty." She kept glaring at him as he continued. "I've told you before. I have no influence with the established customs. The Deathmatch is where murderers and rapists are condemned. A fitting punishment for them really." Lyndis said nothing as he added. "I'm glad Karel won. But his wanton bloodlust needs controlling or he'll find himself back there, against even worse."
A moment of silence passed between them. Mark tried to think of what he should say to her. Anything to ease her anger towards him. Every word she spoke was harsh and her next words were venomous and no different.
"And you lied to me. You're not here to help your father."
Despite keeping his calm, Mark's face showed signs of uneasiness. Her words made him panic from within as he clenched his fist.
"Why did you really come back here? And you better NOT lie to me."
"Don't..." His voice trailed off, before restarting in a venomous tone. "Don't ever threaten me like that again. I'm not known to often turn the other cheek."
With her right hand, she gripped her sword hilt tightly. "It's true isn't it. You're planning to start a war with Elibe. If yo-" She stopped herself short for slipping her tongue.
"Wait, a war? Where the Hell did this come about?!" Mark retorted angrily. He was confused and offended at what she said. Lyn realized she went too far and held her tongue as Mark pressed further in a deadpan tone. He decided to approach the conversation differently.
"Speaking of war, I've been meaning to ask you. Where's Hector and Eliwood?" While fixing his dark blue cIoak, the Tactician continued. "I thought it strange they stayed in Lycia and you came all the way."
Now it was Lyn's turn to be at unease. She feared that Mark may learn why they're really here. She was worried that he may try something irrational.
"I'd also like to know where are the Brothers Grimm? They've been hovering over you lately, so its rather surprising they're not with you."
"I came by myself." She muttered. "I'm still waiting for an answer."
Mark sighed, slightly irritated. "I'm not having this conversation."
"No, we're not." She resumed her venomous tone. "We're having a different conversation... about what I think of you." Mark remained silent as she went on. She grew more angry at him as she begins to verbally tear him apart. "You're the most selfish, self-absorbed bastard I've ever met. You never cared about anyone else, but yourself. With no reason, you left your own friends behind and expect us to carry on with our lives! I'm starting to agree with what they said about you. You're an asshole who has a problem with everyone! If I'd known who and what you really were, I would gladly have left you to die!!"
The confused Tactician stared at her silently. Her simple insults had hurt him more than veiled words ever would. Mark began to wonder himself as he took a guess. "World's new enemy, huh." He mused. "You can stop me if I'm wrong. Something happened after you and the others killed the Fire Dragon. Now assuming this the case, I wonder what it would be."
Lyndis found her anger slowly replaced by fear as Mark began to guess her motives. She said something she shouldn't have and now Mark was trying to piece it together. He stared at her and asked. "What happened to Athos?" She lowered her head slightly and said nothing. The death of Athos affected them still as she shut her eyes. Her silence alone, confirmed Mark's guess. "What were his last words?" She remained silent, not wanting to answer. Mark knew that she risked either telling him the truth or lying against her creed. He complimented Lyndis mentally for holding her tongue. Doing so, she kept the truth safe and saved her pride at the same time. This didn't deter Mark though, as he began to speak what they've been hiding from him.
"There's someone even stronger than him, isn't there?" This caught Lyn's attention as she shot a look at him. "If so, where do I fit in all of this?" His next words carried a bit of sarcasm "No wait, lemme guess. Athos said I'm dangerous and I carry some kind of evil force within my spirit. Tell me he did NOT speak... this as his final words. Tell me I'm lying about what I said."
Lyn was shocked to hear what Mark said. It shocked her even more that he knew everything. Her silence enraged him.
"Woman... you will ANSWER ME!!"
"No." She answered coldly.
Before Lyn could say anything else, Mark interrupted again. "Your presence alone have placed everything I've worked for in jeopardy. I know why you're here. You think I wouldn't find out." The Tactician became even more enraged. "Furthermore, I don't give a damn about Elibe! You irresponsibly came here, chasing rumors! I never even gave a shit what Athos told you! He always spewed nothing but nonsense!"
"How dare YOU speak of Lord Athos like that?!"
Mark ignored her outburst and antagonized her further. "And Hector? He should be thankful he's not here! Otherwise, I'd pay him back for what he did to me! And you..." He took a moment to calm down and finished. "You been a friend I've known the shortest. But even you could never understand the affairs of my heart." The Tactician decided he had enough and turned his back to leave. "This... this discussion's over."
Lyn was still angry and shouted at him. "Don't you turn your back to me, you selfish ingrate!!"
Mark stopped in his tracks, realizing that the swordswoman had her sword drawn and was itching to attack him. His back remained facing her as he spoke softly. "Or what? You'll kill me?" He shut his eyes momentarily and added. "Go ahead then. I never stood a chance against you, anyway."
The tone in which Mark spoke, caused Lyndis to hesitate. She stared at him wondering why he's hiding the truth. Mark kept walking, hoping to escape her presence. The youth stopped in his tracks the moment he saw a distressed Cassandra. He saw her tear-stricken face as she came up to him.
"You have to come quickly!"
Her voice caught Lyn's attention as Mark took off running without a second thought. The plainswoman followed after them, wondering what was going on. As Mark ran ahead, he felt himself engulfed by fear that something bad has befallen Edgar.
- Jazmal & Viper -
Jazmal was in the Elimine church, attending to his daily duties. The church was a building that looked more like the castle itself, with its black and white marble neat tiles and the rows of chairs were neatly spaced. In the center stood two tables and a pulpit in the middle. One table had bread and the other had small cups of grape wine. Both were covered with a large white cloth to help preserve it. On the pulpit was the Elimine Bible and behind the pulpit was the Pope's throne. Each window was decorated with various colors to shine different rays into the church. On the right side was a small corridor with pillars with led to Jazmal's office and the confession room. Jazmal was alone in the empty church, dressed in his white and yellow religious robes. He had his hair neatly combed back, a white scarf around his neck and his tome in hand. A black robed man with a mask covering his mouth and nose, came out from the pillar he used as cover.
"You're late."
"My apologies, Sir."
Jazmal looked at the man and opened the book. The Assassin stepped forward and took the picture his superior gave him.
"Your next target is that man. His name is Gary Stu."
"Is he a noble?"
"Yes." Jazmal replied hesitantly. "A foreign noble."
"Personal?"
"No." Jazmal sought to get straight to the point. "But that's not the issue, Viper. You are to kill this man and any witnesses."
"I know." The hooded Assassin replied coldly. He looked at the drawing and placed it in his gray sash. "The same fee as usual."
Jazmal's expression showed that he hated having to pay in advance. He went into his office and moments later, returned with a large bag of gold. The Saint handed it to Viper, who wasn't too pleased with the sum.
"This is not the full amount."
"Half now, and half when the job's done."
Viper reluctantly took the bag and asked. "What makes this one more important than the other jobs?"
"Nothing really." The clergyman looked at his subordinate with a hint of irritation. "Think of it as a... stepping stone towards your next job. Your mercenary force remains undefeated and undiscovered. If you succeed with this job, then you're ready for the big one. See this as motivation." The Saint turned his back and spoke with finality. "Now go. I have Mass to oversee."
With that, the Assassin disappeared without a sound. Jazmal had faith that things will go smoothly as always.
- Mark & Edgar -
Mark and the ladies made it to the door to Edgar's room. A small group of guards and servants stood around it, talking among themselves on how they should enter. They could see flashes of white and lavender lights coming from the door. Cassandra slipped Mark the key as he pushed through the small crowd.
"Lord Stu, you mustn't go in." One of the servant spoke up.
Another soldier replied with fear. "Whoever's in there is a danger to any that get's near him."
Mark ignored their pleas and simply said. "None of you may come in."
He rapidly unlocked the door and entered the moment the lights stopped. Lyndis and Cassandra broke through the crowd as he shut the door behind him, locking it. The swordswoman tried to open the door but to her dismay, it was locked tightly. She wondered how Mark was able to figure out the prediction. He disappeared the moment the Fire Dragon was slained and could not have stayed to hear the Archsage's final words. She thought for a moment, when Dart and Geitz came to mind. They might have told him, but she needed to confirm it for herself. She still felt anger towards him, but somewhere in her heart she felt ashamed of the way she's treated him lately.
Inside Edgar's quarters, Mark saw the room in a horrible mess. It looked like something out of a bombing. Most of the room, including the red carpet, was charred black with little embers in various places. The bed itself was on fire and the portrait was struck in two by lightning. The remains of one chair lied in the corner and the other was half burnt off. In the center, was a kneeling Edgar, covered in his black cloak. Mark was deeply hurt at seeing his friend whimpering and crying. This horrific scene triggered vague memories of that terrible day. Mark found himself unable to move for a moment as he absorbed the sight around him. He saw fragments of lavender electricity build up around his body. Mark took a chance and inched towards him slowly.
"Edgar. Are you okay?"
Edgar didn't respond to Mark's voice. He was too deep in his own thoughts to even pay attention. The Tactician was unable to discern what his friend was saying as he stopped himself short of getting too near him. In that second, a bolt of lightning was unleashed from Edgar's body and it struck the ground; inches away from Mark's feet. The former prince was slightly shocked at the bolt that almost had him. He had to think fast as Edgar's body was slowly being engulfed by his powers. The song Cassandra hummed to Edgar came to mind. It may be the only thing that could calm him. That or death.
Mark began to hum his tune as best as he could. He never had a singing voice to begin with, but there was no time to waste. Edgar's back was turned so he couldn't see Mark draw his scimitar. The Tactician removed his blade from its sheath as quietly as he could, so as not alert Edgar. Despite the dark energy building up from Edgar, Mark hummed his song undeterred. If Edgar was unable to hear his tune and fall to his insanity, then Mark would be forced to kill him. The young genius inched closer to his friend, scimitar in hand. His voice carried traces of grief for his tormented friend. The electric surges building up and coursing through Edgar's body. Mark was right behind him, knowing that death may come for him instantly. He kept humming and hoped that he could break through to his friend.
Mark was fortunate to see the jolts of electricity dying down. He was careful not to let up, lest he lose his momentum. After sometime, Mark saw that his friend was calming down and that it was safe to finally approach him. He gently dropped his scimitar and embraced his friend. Edgar's grief could be heard by the people gathered outside the room. The door was unlocked and three people entered the room. Lyndis stood the furtherest from Mark as she shut the door behind her. Cassandra and Nathyn approached them as Mark continued to hum his song . The elder man had a Sleep staff in hand and wasted no time in casting it. Soon, Edgar began to slowly shut his blue eyes and fell asleep. When they were sure he was asleep, Mark carried his friend under his arms without a single word. Lyndis opened the door as Cassandra covered Edgar's face with his own cloak. Mark went through the door so that the servants could clean up the place. The guards began to ask questions, but Nathyn stopped them from prying as the Superb Mind ignored them. He also didn't acknowledge Lyn's presence as the Blade Lord followed him from a short distance.
- Night Of The Silent Bloodshed -
The evening blue skies and moonlight shined upon the town of Hera. Mark found himself outside the colloseum amidst the empty stalls. The area itself was empty and most of the people had went home, save for a beggar or two. Mark began to wonder why Edgar reacted the way he did. He knew how skilled Edgar was and reasoned it had nothing to do with his dark magic. He believed that his older friend was getting better and returning to his old self. His uncle's words and Cassandra's fears had crushed any hope he had left for Edgar's full recovery. The situation with the Regallas prince had him even more worried and his spat with Lyndis only poured gunpowder to the fire.
His thoughts were interrupted when he saw the little girl from the castle. The same one he defended from Bersk's soldier, while she was amongst the slaves. She was outfitted in a blue dress this time and wore simple shoes. She came up to him as Mark shook himself out of his depression.
"Hey there." He fell to one knee and tried to put on a smile. "What are you doing out here? You're suppose to be with Lady Florine." The girl saw through Mark's forced smile and was worried for him. She came up to him and hugged him, which threw Mark off a bit. He returned her embrace and silently chuckled a bit. When they released each other, Mark noticed a pouch in her hand. "Hey, what's this. Is that your money?"
The little girl shook her head sideways. She opened the small pouch and took out a necklace. The necklace was joined with a carving of a phoenix, adorned in gold. She gave it to Mark, who denied it at first. When she insisted, he eventually complied. The Tactician looked at the necklace and thought that this must've belonged to her parents. He humbly accepted this gift and placed it in his vest pocket, alongside his bracelet. She hugged him again, which made Mark laugh.
"Alright, I know you're happy to see me and all, but its time to get you back home."
The Tactician and the small girl had formed a fast friendship. Under the moonlight, he saw how happy the girl was and that she was recovering. But they didn't know that this evening is where their life would be in danger. Under the moonlight, Mark would be fighting for his life.
Trivia:
Hera - I forgot to bring this up. The city of Hera is named after the Goddess Hera of greek mythology. She is Zeus's wife and older sister.
Brother's Grimm - The late Jacob & Wilhelm Grimm were German academics who were best known for publishing of folk & fairy tales that became popular. Their work popularized stories as, Snow White, Hansel & Gretel and many others. For those that don't know, Mark was calling Kent, Sain & Rath the Brother's Grimm as an insult.
Authors Notes: The tune Mark was humming was Lyric from Ninja Gaiden for the XBOX (I think.) Next chapter is where it gets good (Hopefully.) I'm happy to know that there are readers who even favorited this story. I hope you will not be disappointed, especially down the later archs.