-Ludwig-
Scipio had reasoned that it would be a terrible idea to go rushing off to Feliciano's aid with out making sure we were prepared to face whatever nasty surprises Francois would, without a doubt have in store for us. In the end all of us who were going ended up training like never before. It had been three days, and Scipio had said by the day after tomorrow we would be ready. After the first day, Scipio had said "oh fuck it" and opted to train shirtless, on the grounds that he was used to a cold climate. He had been showing a terrifying skill with weapons, almost like he had been born holding one.
One day I got up my courage asked the scary ass mother-fer about it "How do you do that?" he had bested a man in swordplay, again.
"Do what?"he asked
"Act all cute and innocent one second, then like you'll kill a man the next."
"I don't do. I simply am." he explained. I stared at his side. Over his side and upper chest there was a tattoo of a wolf, but it was...lines. the lines were simple but when they were put together they formed a wolf. "Whatca looking at?" he asked, then followed my gaze. "Ah, that."
"What does it-"
"Stand for? protection, mostly."
"Mostly?"
"It shows that I am from the Northern Mountains, unlike most everyone here, who are from the Southern Plains."
"You don't use kingdom names. Why is that?" I asked going farther into the danger zone.
"No one respects my peoples boundaries." he growled. "So why should I respect theirs?"
"How-"
"Francois is the ruler of the only kingdom bordering ours. Do the math." he had a point, but the north wasn't very profitable land.
"Why? No offense but the mountains are composed solely of snow and rocks."
"true. I think he was after man power."
"Did he-"
"Invade completely? No just the eastern town of Moonset was taken."
"that's an odd name."
"It's called that because the moon sets over the town spire."
"So you from there?" Scipio stiffened and breathed in sharply.
"No." he whispered "I walked there."
"How did you-"
"End up a slave? I was kidnapped."
"I'm sorry I didn't-"
"Know? don't be it wasn't your fault."
And finally the question I had been dreading asking "Do you think we will save Feliciano?" there was a long, torturous pause.
"I don't know."
A/N: still regret nothing