This is my first fanfic, so please be patient with me.
Don't really have much to say this time. Oh, do you guys think I should pair Mercy with the Warden? Yes? No? Maybe? Banana?
I do not own For Honor.
(Author Input)
'Thoughts'
"Talking"
Mercy's Reason
It was late at night, and Mercy laid awake in her tent unable to sleep. Stelgon was laying across from her, deep in sleep. After the Cain incident, the Warden and Stone said they would take turns standing guard to make sure he didn't come back. That didn't comfort her though for she knew that they couldn't protect him forever.
'Doesn't mean I won't try.' She thought in determination.
Her thoughts were broken when she heard the flap to her tent open and saw Stone kneeling at the entrance.
"Warden's holding a meeting with the others, wants you to come." He whispered, not wanting to wake the slumbering child.
"What about Stelgon?" she questioned. Mercy was afraid of what would happen if she returned and he was gone.
"I'm staying here with him. Don't worry, I know enough Norsk to tell him you'll be back."
Mercy was about to reject, but decided to go. The Warden supported her and Stelgon. It was time for her to do the same. She followed Stone out of the tent before looking back at the child in her care.
"Protect him Stone, or you won't even notice your own death." Mercy threatened.
Stone nodded, unfazed by the threat.
"I'll look after him as if he were my own." He said.
With that taken care of, Mercy asked where the meeting was being held.
"Follow the trail and a scout will lead you the rest of the way."
With that, Mercy was gone.
She had been on the trail about 10 minutes when she saw the scout.
"You're Mercy, right?" He received a nod.
"Follow me, we've been waiting for you." He said as he began to trek through the woods.
After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at a clearing. The scout stopped Mercy before putting his fingers in his mouth and whistled. About 60 troops then came out of the tree-line surrounding the clearing, converging towards them. Mercy gazed upon each person, recognizing a few, before stopping at a large knight with heavy armor and pole axe.
"Holden?!" Mercy exclaimed, surprised to see Apollyon's second in command attending a rebel meeting.
"Mercy, how nice of you to join us." Holden said pleased.
They conversed for a bit before all the knights in the area became silent.
"What's with them?" Mercy asked Holden.
Holden nodded his head towards the direction everyone was facing. There, standing on a small cliff, was the Warden with his helmet tucked underneath his arm. He was a fairly handsome man; his hair was a dark brown and his eyes a forest green. The Warden also had a long scar running diagonally from the top of his right eye to the end of his left cheek. On either side of him were two Wardens, standing as guards.
"My brothers and sisters in steel, this war has lasted six long years, and for six long years, innocent blood has been shed because of Apollyon!" He shouted, receiving shouts of agreement from the crowd.
"We had a chance at peace once, but because of Apollyon, we may have another 100 years of war! I say no to that! I took an oath to uphold peace when I became a Warden, and if that means going against Apollyon, then so be it. I come to you on this night to ask for your assistance in ending this war, but unlike Apollyon I will not make you. If you wish to leave now, no one will judge you."
Not a single knight moved from their spot. Mercy could barely see the Warden's mouth turn upwards from where she stood. When he nodded, the two Wardens guarding him walked away from the edge of the cliff, out of sight. When they came back, they appeared to be holding a large rolled up cloth in between them. The Wardens walked to the edge of the cliff and unrolled the cloth, revealing it to be an old Iron Legion Banner flag.
"From this day forth, the Iron Legion is no longer extinct. From this day forth, Apollyon's days are numbered. From this day forth, WE WILL END THIS WAR!" The Warden shouted.
Cheers erupted from the crowd. Mercy never heard the Warden speak with such conviction and heart. The Warden left the cliffside and joined the group on the ground. As the Warden walked through the crowd, thanking people for coming, he noticed Mercy walking towards him.
"Thank you for coming Mercy, I know it must have been hard leaving Stelgon alone." He said when she reached him.
"Don't worry, I made sure that Stone wouldn't let anything happen to him." She said. The Warden chuckled.
"Did that include threatening his life?"
"So, is this all that there is of the return of the Iron Legion?" Mercy said, trying to change the subject.
The Warden let out a laugh, and then responded.
"No, there are many, many more who will join us when we get to Ashfeld."
"That was quite a speech you made. Did you practice it." Mercy asked, sitting on a nearby rock.
"No, I just spoke from the heart. It isn't really hard to do if you listen to it." He said, sitting next to her. They sat in silence, watching knights passing by.
"Do you think we can actually do this? Do you think we can beat Apollyon?"
The Warden sighed and held his helmet in both hands, looking down at it.
"I honestly don't know, Mercy. We'll just have to wait and see."
"I hope the risk is worth it, Warden." She said.
"Samuel, my name is Samuel."
They continued to converse for the rest of their time there.
Stelgon woke up to find himself alone in the tent. It was still nighttime, and Stelgon was worried. What happen to Mercy? Did the big, mean man get her? Stelgon began running, getting a few feet out of the entrance before feeling a strong pull backwards.
"Woah non modica. Quo proripit ille? (Woah there, little one. Where are you running to?)" A man's voice said behind him.
Stelgon turned his head to see one of the nice men that helped him holding on to the back of his shirt.
"Slipp meg! Barmhjertighet mangler! (Let go of me! Mercy is missing!)" he shouted. Stone was silent for a few seconds before finally responding.
"Uh, ikke bekymre deg. Barmhjertighet fint. Hun sier at hun er snart tilbake. (Uh, don't worry. Mercy fine. She say she be back soon.)" Stone said, struggling with speaking the boy's language.
Stelgon relaxed at this, and thought of something.
"Hva heter du? (What's your name?)" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
The big knight chuckled. "Stone." He said.
"Det er et merkelig navn. Du er rar. (That's a weird name. Your weird.)" Stelgon said bluntly.
Stone's chuckling turned into full blown laughter.
"Kid, jeg har en følelse av at du og jeg kommer til å komme sammen helt fint. (Kid, I have a feeling you and me are going to get along just fine.)" he said, finally catching his breath.
"Per Dominum nostrum, ut spero, non. (By our Lord, I hope not.)" a voice from a distance said.
Both looked to see Mercy walking alongside Samuel towards them. Stelgon ran towards them, tackling Mercy into a hug. Mercy wrapped her arms around him and looked down to see dark brown eyes staring right back at her.
"Du er tilbake! Jeg trodde at mannen kom og tok deg. Da sa Mr. Stone at du ville være tilbake, så jeg burde ikke bekymre meg for det. (You're back! I thought the mean man came and took you. Then Mr. Stone said you would be back, so I shouldn't worry about it.)" He said quickly.
Mercy looked towards the other two for help, but became quickly became annoyed when she saw Samuel and Stone barely able to contain their laughter. She looked down at Stelgon and ruffled his hair, getting him to atop talking
"Nå nå. Nok av det, du må gå tilbake til sengs. (Now, now. Enough of that, you need to get back to bed.)" She said, causing the boy to start whining.
Mercy led Stelgon back to their tent. They had a big day tomorrow.
They had come across another destroyed Viking village, this one more recent than the last. This village was more important to their leader than the others for some reason. Most of them didn't know why, though the three that did were standing outside one of the village's huts.
The first person was a large, muscular man. He wore a metal helm with horns on the sides, though one was broken off. He had no chest armor of any kind on, and his bottom half had bones hanging from his waist. In his hand he held a Dane axe, the weapon of the Raider.
The next was a female. Her helm held wings on each side, and had leather chest armor. Her right arm was wrapped in a metal bracer with the top half of a goat's skull tied to it. In the same arm, she held a spear, and in her left, a shield.
The final person was male. He had no helm, only a metal eye mask. Leather armor covered his chest and shoulders. His beard covered most of his face. He had his hair in dreadlocks, with no real control as to where they swung. His weapons of choice were twin axes, one in each hand. He twirled one of them occasionally, showing impatience.
They were all silent, waiting for information from their chief. They had been waiting 10 minutes for their chief to come out of the hut, and they were starting to worry. The sound of the door opening reached their ears as they saw their chief coming out with a dead Valkyrie in his arms.
Their chief was a large man, with leather armor covering his entire body. On his head laid a polar bear pelt and a sword and shield were tied to his back. He broke down in tears as he reached the three, collapsing to his knees and placing the body gently on the ground.
"Stigandr, I'm so sorry." The female said, placing her hand on his shoulder. Stigandr shook off the hand, sadness being replaced by anger.
"Pity is for the weak, Runa. Save it for our enemies." He growled out.
"Is he…" the man with two axes trailed off, not wanting to finish the question.
"No, Helvar. I couldn't find him anywhere." The chieftain answered, not even looking up at him.
"We can keep looking, there is still the mines and work camps. Apollyon always sends the children to one or the other." The Viking with the dane axe said.
Stigandr's eyes lit up in hope for a split second, and then into determination. "Maybe your right, Raider. Either way, Blackstone blood will be shed in payment for what they did to us."
He stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes. Only one thought came to his mind.
'Don't worry sister. I will avenge you and Stelgon, or meet you in Valhalla trying.'
Well, the Iron Legion has returned, and the Vikings have another reason to want the Blackstones dead. Also, I realized that the Vikings in For Honor speak Icelandic, not Norwegian. Do you guys want me to fix that or do you not care? Remember to vote on whether or not you want Mercy and Samuel should be paired.
Edit: Thank you Bruva Boreale for telling me the mistake I made with Stigandr's name.