This is my first fanfic, so please be patient with me.
Second chapter, I'm pumped. LET'S DO THIS! Btw, I am only doing different languages when there are members of two different factions present in the same conversation. When two of the same faction are talking to each other, I will write in plain English.
I do not own For Honor.
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'Thoughts'
"Talking"
Mercy's Reason
It had been a few days since that fateful night in the Viking village, and Mercy had no idea what to do with the child now in her care. The army was returning back to Castle Blackstone in Ashfeld, due to Apollyon saying that their work had been done. She remembered when Apollyon had first found out about the boy.
Flashback
When Mercy, Stone, and the Warden returned to the camp with the six-year-old, Apollyon had immediately questioned the three knights about the boy. To Mercy's surprise, the Warden had crafted a tale of the boy managing to kill two soldiers on his own with a knife. Stone backed him up, saying the child would be a great asset to the legion if trained properly. Apollyon seemed to accept that answer and rode off on her horse to the front of the army. It was then Mercy realized something.
"Hva heter du, ung en? (What is your name, young one?)" she asked her young companion.
"S-Stelgon." the now named boy answered nervously.
"Jeg heter Mercy, det er en glede å møte deg. (My name is Mercy, it's a pleasure to meet you.)" Mercy said in a friendly tone. Well, as friendly as a usually emotionless assassin could be.
Stelgon was silent for a few seconds before looking up at Mercy and asked "Hvorfor hjalp du meg? (Why did you help me?)"
End Flashback
Mercy never did answer that question. Mostly because she was wondering herself. Whenever she saw the boy, she felt some connection to the boy. Maybe it was because they were alone In the world. Both had lost their loved ones. Bandits killed her parents when she was a child, and the same thing happened to Stelgon with Blackstone troops invading his village. Mercy was pulled from her thoughts when she felt a tug on her hand and looked down to see Stelgon barely able to keep his eyes open.
"Jeg er trøtt. (I'm tired.)" he whined.
That was no surprise, they had been walking for an entire day. Mercy was honestly surprised that the boy hadn't passed out yet.
"Kan du ikke gå litt lenger? (Can't you go a little longer?)" Mercy pleaded. She was afraid that if Apollyon saw any weakness in Stelgon, it would spell the end of him.
Stelgon just pouted and looked ahead. Fortunately for them, orders to make camp came soon after.
At camp
A skittish Stelgon stood outside a tent while Mercy was inside, preparing their respective sleeping quarters. Blackstone troops passing by sent him sneers, glares, and sometimes a weird combination of the two. Needless to say, Stelgon was scared beyond belief.
"Bene, bene, bene, at quod habes hic ad collum primus barbatum! (Well, well, well, look at what we have here, a neck beard brat!)" a voice behind Stelgon said. A hand shot out and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back.
Stelgon followed the hand to a muscular arm, and then to a Conqueror that was flanked by two Captains. Stegon's face was then roughly grabbed by the Conqueror's other hand. He slowly turned Stelgon's face, examining every inch of it.
"Malus autem etiamsi non quaeritis, (Not a bad looking one though,)" he stated before his mouth turned into a sick, twisted grin. "Non potui vobis aliquam delectationem. (I could get some enjoyment from you.)"
Stelgon didn't know what the Conqueror said, though he was terrified.
"Cain!" someone shouted before the Conqueror could continue.
The Warden walked towards them, longsword in hand, and Stone not far behind. The now named Cain let go of Stelgon, taking several steps away from him.
"Quid putas facitis Cain? (What do you think you are doing, Cain?)" the Warden questioned stepping in between Stelgon and Cain.
"Sicut ludens in circuitu eum, et forti, o custos. (Just joking around with him, oh so mighty Warden.)" Cain said maliciously.
"Nos omnes scimus quod genus libet iocari, consurrexit Cain. Praesertim puerorum. (We all know what kind of joking you like, Cain. Especially with children.)" Stone said disgusted.
Cain growled in anger. It looked like a fight was going to break out. The Warden and Stone readied their longsword and mace respectively while Cain and his Captains did the same.
"Quod suus 'iens exire in hic. (What's going on out here?)" Mercy asked, having heard the commotion outside the tent. She came out to find the Warden and Stone standing in front of her tent, Stelgon behind them. All her questions were answered when she saw who the Warden and Stone were facing against.
"Cain." She said monotonously.
Mercy knew that Conquerors were once criminals before the war began, and she knew just how horrendous Cain's crimes were. Everyone knew. He was one of the worst of the worst in Apollyon's army. Mercy pulled Stelgon behind her incase an actual fight broke out.
"Nihil nos erant iustus relinquens. (Nothing, we were just leaving.)" Cain said. He wasn't an idiot. Cain knew that if a fight broke out, he, with only two Captains backing him, wouldn't be able to win against a Warden, Peacekeeper, and Conqueror all at once.
And with that, they left. Mercy checked of Stelgon over, seeing if Cain did any permanent damage. Stone and the Warden chuckled silently as Mercy looked over the boy like a worried mother.
Not seeing anything wrong, Mercy looked down at the frightened boy and asked "Er du ok? (Are you okay?)"
Stelgon just nodded, too shocked to answer.
Mercy accepted this, and began to lead him into the tent.
"Kom, det er tid for senga. (Come, it's time for bed.)"
Oh, man I feel disgusting just writing about Cain, don't worry I'm going to bump up the rating because of him. Hope this is a good chapter. Leave a review and give some suggestions if you feel like it, or not. I don't care either way.