LUCINA'S POV
It was three weeks after I saved Emmeryn's life. Then, my short-lived peace was ruined. I was walking back to Ylisstol, when I saw the army. The army was huge, with entire platoons of foot soldiers, cavaliers, Pegasus knights, wyvern riders, and even an entire division of thieves. I bit my lip. No doubt they were heading for Ylisstol, and judging by the flags they carried bearing the Plegian crest, and the cries for death, it wasn't for parley.
There was no way I could stop the army. It was way too big. I doubt if I gave it my all, I couldn't even slow them down. They would reach the capitol in a manner of days. The good news? My mission wasn't completely ruined. The bad news? Destiny was back on track.
I waited until the army had disappeared over the ridge, and then I began to follow. I admit, I was as cocky as to travel about 3 yards behind the thieves. Of course, they noticed. I barely noticed the movement, but a decade of training reflexes kept me alive as I ducked the blade that whizzed over my head. Three assassins had turned and were brandishing a small armory of weapons. A few had knives in their mouths; talk about armed to the teeth. "Ey' we get a Ylissean ova here!" one yelled, and in an instant I was surrounded by at least two dozen Plegians.
I gulped.
ROBIN'S POV
We were almost at the Longfort, when more disaster struck. However, this time it wasn't a total ambush. Instead, we quite literally walked into it. We were marching, when we began to hear men yelling and the clang of steel on steel. "Shepherds, hurry!" Chrom yelled, and we charged down the Northroad to the sounds of battle.
Of course, we had arrived at the Longfort. The Feroxi guard was struggling to hold off an onslaught of men. The strange thing was… "They look… just like us!" Sumia said, dumbfounded. And it was true; the attacking force was lead by a man in blue hair, with a (rather striking) white-haired tactician at his side, slinging spells at a lone figure on the top of the fort.
"Raimi!" Chrom yelled, and charged directly into the cluster of men. "Most likely to break things… including his own bones." I muttered, and charged in after him, along with the Shepherds. In an unspoken agreement, we each went for our doppelganger. My own (still incredibly striking) double whirled to face me. The last thing I saw before the battle commenced was a very surprised looking Kellam-double with a spear in his breastplate.
We both drew swords, and ran at each other. I jumped and brought my sword down, only to have it blocked and sent skittering. So, I drew my tome and shot a blast of Elwind, knocking his own sword out of his hand. He growled (in a not-so-striking way) and drew an Elfire tome.
He shot a bolt of heat at me, and instinctively I sent Elwind to block it. The result, as Miriel would say, was excelsior! The two tomes collided in midair, causing the fire to fly everywhere in a small explosion. Miriel turned, adjusting her glasses. "How interesting. The mixture of both elements caused a reaction of the highest caliber!" she said, observing the flames.
However, the battle wasn't over yet, amidst the confusion, (My double's coat had caught fire) I dashed to my fallen sword and picked it up. The man was still trying to douse his coat as I impaled him in the chest. He gasped, and went limp, the light leaving his eyes. I pulled my sword out and looked at the other battles. At least one of every Shepherd was on the ground. (Both Sumias and Lissas were panting heavily clutching their sides)
Chrom walked over to the both of them. "Where is your Brand, Lissa?" he asked, looming over the first one. "It n-never surfaced. You know that, Chrom!" she muttered, still holding her side. Chrom nodded and pushed his boot into the other Lissa's face. I glanced over at my doppelganger, and realized that he wasn't an EXACT copy of me. His nose was much more upturned, and his hair was a very faint shade of blonde instead of white. I looked over at the fake Lissa to realize that her dress was a deeper yellow and her eyes were brown, not blue. Chrom walked over to Sumia, asked her a question, and stomped on the other's face. It went on her a full 20 minutes, and it wasn't all that fun to watch.
Raimi walked down to the ground, panting. "Excellent timing, Sir Chrom." She said, smiling weakly. "We truly believed the Plegian imposters were you this time, they bore your same face." Chrom laughed. "Believe me, I am MUCH more handsome." Raimi chuckled weakly. "I suppose you must speak with the khans?" she asked, gesturing to the gate. Chrom nodded. "Yes. Are you fit to lead us there?" Raimi straightened up and nodded. 'Of course, sire. I am always ready to perform my knightly duties. I couldn't help but laugh as she lead us into Regna Ferox.
Jack's Corner
Sorry for the break, guys. I didn't have access to a computer from the 26th to the 30th. Anyways, Happy New Years Eve! I may upload a second chapter today, so keep posted! -tosses gatorade- Enjoy!