LUCINA'S POV
There was no way I could infiltrate the castle. Time to go where the next important event would take place: Plegia. Home to King Gangrel, and the Grimleal cult, bent on worshipping the Fell Dragon. If only they knew that he cut the Grimleal down like any other man in the future… so sad. Anyway, I had just crossed the Plegian border when a small force of Plegians leaped upon me. I gasped: Chrom's company wasn't far behind; could this trap be meant for him? Quickly, I drew Falchion and leapt into battle. These weren't Gangrel's elite guard, that's for sure. I quickly slashed and parried and countered and jabbed through the mob, until all who was standing were three men: two archers and a huge bulky man with a long deadly-looking jagged spear. All of a sudden, I found three projectiles thrown at me at once. I was able to jump out of the way of the arrows, but I was right in the way of the spear. So, I raised Falchion in a desperate hope. I was rewarded with the pleasant chink of steel on steel. The archers immediately fired another volley, which I sidestepped easily. I ran up and cut an archer down, and snapped his bow. I'm inept with a bow, so I wouldn't have use for it, but the other archer was too close to the brutish man for comfort. So, I ran in an arc, too close for the archer to shoot and two far for the brutish man to cleave me. So, the archer took a few steps back to take aim, and I immediately changed direction and caught the brutish man off guard, stabbing him in the back. The man dropped his axe in shock as I pulled Falchion out, the blade now coated in blood. The man raised his fists, running forwards to probably strangle me. So, I raised Falchion and swung. There was a soft thump as the head landed in the sand. The man had been swiftly decapitated. The archer, being smart, threw his bow down and ran for his life. Satisfied, I continued to the spot I knew the final battle would take place.
ROBIN'S POV
We were at the foot of a series of cliffs. We as in Chrom and I, the Shepherds, Emmeryn, and Phila with her company of Pegasus Knights. At the bottom, waiting for us, were two people. One of them, with a crown anointed on his ginger hair, was obviously Gangrel, the infamous king of Plegia. The other was a tall white-haired woman with um… let's not get to what she had. Anyways, in the distance was the more important object: Maribelle, with her hands bound and currently being held by a thug with a who-knows-what skull on his head. Gangrel cackled. "What's this? The almighty Exalt is in my presence? I feel like I need to bow!" he then broke out into a cackling fit. "Perhaps you could tell me who your… acquaintance is, King Gangrel?" Emmeryn asked, keeping her composure. "You may call me Aversa." Aversa said with a soft drawl. Gangrel regained his composure. "Anyways, we found this girl…" Maribelle struggled, "Wandering across our border. Then, she hurt the Plegians who only sought to escort her safely home." Maribelle lost it. "YOU SPEAK NOTHING OF LIES! LET THE CHARRED ROOFTOPS OF MY VILLAGE SHOW FOR IT!" she screamed, growing quite red-faced. "Peace, Maribelle, I believe you." Emmeryn said calmly, and the red left Maribelle's face. Simply amazing. Gangrel cackled again. "I think it would take an act of CONSIDERABLE faith to heal this rift. So… give me the Fire Emblem, and I'll return Mari Contrary here in one piece."
Emmeryn's mouth formed a hard line. "Gangrel, surely we can barter…" her voice trailed off as Gangrel cackled again. "Guards, I want that Fire Emblem even if you have to pry it from her shiny dead hands!" he screamed, and three Plegians stepped forward. With a growl, Chrom stepped forwards and cut one down. Gangrel cackled even harder. "That's a declaration of war if I've ever seen one!" he hooted. Meanwhile, Aversa was over near Maribelle. "Looks like you'll be known as the girl who caused a bloody war, all because of your incredible haughtiness. Maribelle was looking down. "No…" she murmured. Suddenly, the guard holding her flew back in a whirlwind of pure energy. Aversa leapt back, sputtering. "Wh-What's this? Wind Magic?!" Then, a boyish figure ran up. "Come on, Maribelle, you're free now!" he said, laughing. Meanwhile, Aversa cooed. "Oh, is this your wittle boyfriend?" "Don't talk down to ME witch!" he yelled, and Aversa was thrown back with another blast of wind, although she suffered no damage. "We have to run, Maribelle!" Maribelle nodded, giving her golden curls a shake. "Right," she said, and they took off down the hill. Gangrel cackled and vanished, along with Aversa. Meanwhile, a sizable force was left behind to deal with the Shepherds. "Phila, get Emmeryn back to Ylisstol." Chrom said calmly. Phila nodded, and much to Emmeryn's disapproval, pulled her onto her Pegasus and flew away. "Shepherds, to arms!" at once Sully, Stahl, Vaike, Kellam, Sumia, Miriel, Lissa, Frederick, and Lon'qu surged forward, weapons unsheathed. At once, we collided with the enemy's forces. From the cliff above, out of range of sight, I thought I heard the scream of a child… or was it a teenage girl? I didn't have to time to dwell on it, because I was soon swarmed by a mishmash of archers mages and fighters. Unlike the Shepherds, the Plegians were used to using the terrain to their advantage, and soon had me backed up against the wall. Of course, I had picked off as many as I could, but they were overwhelming. I glanced over a barbarian's shoulder, and sure enough, each and every shepherd was in the same predicament. It would take a miracle to save us, so what would come next but just that?
There was a sound like a gunshot, and a soldier riding a vicious-looking wyvern tumbled down from the cliff above us. I gasped as two children dashed down a small path, a young mage and a troubadour. "Chrom!" the boy yelled, and started slinging spells at the enemy all around us. At once, the Plegians realized that this kid was the one to kill. Meanwhile, the Troubadour was dashing around using her mend staff like crazy, seeing that almost everyone was wounded. "SHEPHERDS, NOW!" I screamed, and what followed was nothing short of awe-inspiring. In the few moments of confusion the Plegians encountered when deciding which force to attack, each and every Shepherd leapt upon their assailants, decimating them in a matter of minutes. Finally, a single Wyvern Rider flew to the ground- on his Wyvern, obviously. He wielded a vicious throwing axe with a sadistic grin to match. "I'LL SPLATTER YOU ACROSS THE CLIFF'S FLOOR!" he yelled, and dove for the nearest target- Miriel. She gasped and raised her Fire tome, smacking the wyvern directly in the face with a blast of heat. Luckily, that saved her from getting bitten in half, but she flew back with a nasty slash from the axe in her side. "Lissa, get her to safety!" I called, and Lissa helped Miriel up and half lead half carried her away from the battle. The man, although severely outnumbered, was grinning even wider. "BRING OUT THE REINFORCEMENTS!" he yelled, and the forts up and down the cliffs became a flurry of activity. Uh-oh. I thought, as scores of Wyvern Riders poured out of the forts and began to encircle us.
LUCINA'S POV
Of course, the last thing I wanted was for my father to die. However, seeing the battle below me, I had to wonder if he could pull it off without killing himself. So, carefully, I picked my way down the cliff with as much pluck as I could muster. I made it to the cliff above the canyon floor, towards a cluster of Wyvern Riders lying low in case the slight chance their brethren are defeated. So, drawing Falchion, I stealthily slipped up to the one in the back, and promptly slashed him in the back, causing him to front flip off his wyvern and into the man in front of him. I jumped behind a boulder as the man turned on him. "WHAT'YA THINK YAR DOIN?" he bellowed, grabbing his axe. The man looked up angrily. "I DUN DO ANYTHIN'!" he yelled angrily, standing up. "TELL IT TA' MY AXE!" the first man yelled. There was a terrible thudding sound as the first man slumped to the ground. "WHAT'YA THINK YOU'RE DOIN'?" another man yelled. "AYE, THAT MAS ME MATE!" another yelled. The first man raised his axe again. "WELL YA MATE WA' A WEAKLIN'!" then, the entire group burst into a flurry of axes and angry men. When I dared look up, I sighed in relief. Only one man was left: the big guy who had drawn first blood, and he was bleeding heavily from multiple wounds. So, I dashed up and stabbed him through the chest before he reacted. His eyes widened as I withdrew my blade and he toppled over the cliff onto the ground below. Cautiously, I leaned over the cliff for a look at the battle.
ROBIN'S POV
It was apparently raining corpses. The Wyvern Riders scattered as their brethren in arms fell from the sky, dead or dying. I guess it'd be scary if the Shepherds started falling from the sky. "CHROM, TAKE THREE MEN AND GO FOR THE COMMANDER! EVERYONE ELSE, HELP ME PICK OFF EVERYONE ELSE!" I yelled, and Chrom, Sumia, Sully, and Stahl charged, ducking and weaving between soldiers making their way to the commander, who was still grinning. Meanwhile, the others and I tried our best to clear the path, jumping in front of them and dispatching a soldier. However, more just kept appearing in their place. Despite that, Chrom manage to square off against him while the other three managed to keep a small ring of space. I hurriedly joined the circle, zapping the wyverns and riders alike. I couldn't see the battle, but I heard the occasional shouts of Chrom taking on the man. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, there was a panicked shout. "CAPTAIN ORTON'S BEEN KILLED!" a rider yelled, and each and every living Plegian bolted. I turned around to see Chrom standing over Orton and his wyvern, sweat pouring down his face.
Jack's Corner
As usual, amount of views = Wow! Thanks for all my viewers and re-viewers. Heh, play on words. I tried to make more paragraph breaks, but this was pre-written, so expect the next chapter to be all broken :P Anyways, I hope you enjoy!