LUCINA'S POV
I woke up to Lissa shaking me quite violently. "Lucy! Gods, WAKE UP!" I shook my head a few times and attempted to turn over. As my shoulder hit the ground, a shock of cold ran up my arm. My eyes snapped open as I realized we were still on the snowy battlefield.
I jumped up so quickly I slugged Lissa in the face. She stepped back, clutching her nose. "Oh gods Lissa I'm sorry!" I said quickly, stepping forward to help. "I think you've done quite enough." she said irritably, her nose popping back into place with a touch of her staff.
"Anyway, I need you on the ready." She said, as if nothing had happened. "Your children have a plan in place to disrupt the enemy chain of command. We'll be receiving a lovely present in a few minutes. I'll summon the enemy commander here with my Rescue staff, and then send a signal of my own, and then he'll be in the range of another mage's staff, and we'll be scot free."
Lissa said this all matter-of-factly, like she had memorized it. "So why am I here?" I asked, tightening the grip on my sword. "Well it'll take a minute for aforementioned enemy commander to be taken away, so you'll be guarding this poor defenseless cleric." She said, with a hint of her old grin.
Just then, the sky lit up in a flash of scarlet. Lissa's face immediately hardened again, dropped to one knee, and pulled out her staff and started chanting. The tip of the staff started to glow, and a beam of light shot in the direction of the flash.
Lissa stood stock-still for a minute. Another quickly passed, followed by three more. I was about to speak when the light congregated above the staff. The light died altogether as a man in black appeared over the staff. Lissa rolled backwards as he crashed into the ground. "Lucy!" I quickly snapped to attention, Falchion out of its sheath and pointed at the man.
The man even didn't know or care, as he rose slowly to his feet. He looked to Lissa, then to me. "Your tactician believes that a mere Cleric and her bodyguard can defeat me?" he said with an undisguised note of incredulity. He quickly fished into a pocket on his robe and withdrew three cards.
"Of course I recognize you, Princess. So I suppose I have just the cards to destroy you." He said, smiling faintly. As he drew his arm back to fling the cards, he was immersed in blue light. "I'm being transported again?" he bellowed. "I see, your strategy is to move me. Interesting. No matter, my Einherjar will crush you!"
As the man vanished, the three cards fluttered to the ground. "Hurry and rip em' up!" Lissa said, but the cards had stopped me dead. A cold feeling sent shivers down my spine as three figures rose from the cards.
My three opponents were Thomas, Perseus, and Madelyn.
CHRISTIAN'S POV
"What's your clever plan this time? Are you going to make a whole ARMY disappear and reappear this time?" Chrom asked sarcastically. "I told you, the 'disappearing' was just timely use of Rescue Staffs. Brady used his own to summon me while Micaiah pulled him back with hers." I explained patiently, eyeing our foes warily.
"Well at least we have these." Chrom said, fanning out the five Einherjar from Grado. "You might want to summon them now. We won't be able to hold this standoff for much longer." Chrom nodded and threw the Einherjar in the snow. There were several flashes of crimson light as the Einherjar reappeared, unharmed.
"Now here's our strategy. We use long-range magic to strike the front lines down and collect their cards and summon them back. Rinse, and repeat." I said confidently. "And how long will it take for them to catch onto the fact we're converting their army?" Chrom asked, sarcasm still edging his voice.
"The Einherjar's minds are set in their time, and Einherjar were kept only by the highest of priests for generations. Most of them won't even understand the concept." That was a complete bluff, but the glass is half-full, right?
Chrom nodded. "Alright, sounds good. Let's kick some heroic arse!"
MORGAN'S POV
The room had plunged into darkness almost immediately after I lit my tome, but the image of the brightened room was burned into my eyes forever. The light had reflected off a glass case almost too big to comprehend, but I saw the inside quite clearly. It was a skull. A very large skull. With six large eye sockets, and two large horns protruding from the sides of the skull. That could only mean one thing, and one thing only.
Grima. As I quickly turned to bust back through the door, an ear-splitting roar pierced my eardrums and I slid to the floor. "Child of Naga, leaving so soon?"
Jack's Corner
(Deepest apologies for the brief hiatus, I was temporarily swamped by schoolwork.) The plot thickens! Who is this mysterious man, and how does he know of Thomas, Perseus, and Madelyn? What will happen to those three Einherjar? Will Lucina be able to defeat them? Find out next time! *Cue cheesy commercial music*