AN: Yup so this is a day late, sorry! I finished the chapter yesterday but didn't have the time to edit it so yeah...
ANYWAY! Adoring the love from last chapter! And I hoping you enjoy this one too! It's a Blue Lions focused one but I had a lot of fun writing it ;3
Reviews:
Dragon Lord Syed 101: Thanks! And I haven't played Cindered Shadows yet but I fully intend to—once I finally beat that suicide inducing Silver Snow final map that is—and I'll see if I can weave the new characters into the story :3
Random Fan: Thanks! Glad you liked the chapter and it depends on how dumb the movie is that'll make me either Dimitri or Edelgard lol. "Holmes and Watson", I was Edelgard, but "Ultraviolet" I was absolutely a Dimitri! And right?! I can't believe they don't have support convos! :(
CuddlyUchicha: Thank you so much for the birthday wishes! *accepts gift*. And I hope you enjoy his chapter too!
Matt Rogen: Glad this chapter entertained you so much! And don't worry, the Golden Deer will be making an appearance next chapter!
Quasi11: Yes! Dimigard needs way more love and thank you so much!
Ga1ahad: Thanks! I'll certainly give it a listen when I have the chance :3
Okay, hope you enjoy!
Chapter X: The Death Knight
It truly was beautiful in the Oghma Mountains—sweeping oceans of green vivid grass peppered with mountain flowers of all colours and stone cliff sides splotched in brown and white, a grand view of the Monestary below and the delightful breeze that combed through the hair of all who felt it.
It made for a beautiful painting, or exquisite poem, and if one were to be on the mountain that day, they would have heard the jovial singing of a group of students and their Professor.
"...And thus was the story,
Story of the Great Loog
Who remains in the pages of history
As a man who was strong and true!"
"Ooh I love that one!" Ashe gushed as the cheerful group of Blue Lions finished their song.
"Agreed! That was a good one!" Mercedes asked with a happy smile and a clap of her hands. "Any more suggestions?"
"Just as long as it isn't another one about Loog or some other overrated and overly romanticized historical figure," Felix, (predictably the only one other than Dedue not singing), grumbled.
"How about 'Miss Albracca?'" Dimitri suggested and turned to his three childhood friends with a wistful smile. "Rodrigue would sing it to us all whenever we went hunting, remember?"
Ashe squeaked and quickly shook his head. "No, no, no! That one is terrifying!"
"It's a bit darker in tone than most songs but it's rather enjoyable I find," Dimitri said.
"Speak for yourself! When my dad sang it to me for the first time I had nightmares for weeks," Annette shuddered, hugging herself.
"Well, why don't you sing one of your own songs, Annie?" Mercedes suggested.
Annette immediately flushed scarlet as Dimitri curiously asked, "You write your own songs, Annette?"
"She does!" Mercedes confirmed proudly. "Practically any topic you can think of she wrote something on!"
"N-not every topic! B-besides they're not even good!" Annette spluttered.
"Nonsense!" Mercedes objected. "Sing the one about those beasties!"
Felix rose an eyebrow and gave Annette a sideways glance. "A beastie song?"
"Oh! Mercedes stopped exposing me!" Annette cried, covering her face in shame.
Mercedes smiled lightly and patted Annette's head. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Does anyone have any other suggestions?"
"We can sing...ah, nah," Sylvain said with a musing frown. "I forget there's a bunch of virgin ears here."
This comment was met with a heavy sigh and solemn head shake from Ingrid. "Goddess, I don't even want to know."
Dimitri shuddered. Neither did he.
"Hm...Dedue do you have a song you'd like to sing?" Mercedes questioned the silent young man beside Dimitri.
Dedue shook his head. "No. I am not very well acquainted with the folk songs of Faerghus."
"How about one from Duscur?" Mercedes asked.
Dedue's steps faltered for a split second before continuing his steady march, turning to Mercedes with a mildly confused gaze. "I am afraid they are not in the language of Fódlan; you would not understand."
"Oh, I don't mind; good music is good music, even if you don't understand the words! Besides, how fascinating would it be to hear a song in a new language?"
Dedue opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, brow furrowing in deeper bewilderment. "I—"
"It's alright, Dedue. You don't have to sing if you are uncomfortable," Dimitri said, offering a companionable pat on the shoulder to his retainer.
Dedue closed his mouth and nodded, expression returning to that of unreadability as Dimitri glanced over his shoulder and asked, "How about you Professor? A song suggestion?"
"I'm delighted you've asked Dimitri!" Hanneman said cheerfully. "There's plenty of Adrestian folk songs I'd love to—"
A male scream sliced through the air, effectively silencing the conversation and snatching away the care-free mood of the late morning. There was a split second of shock and dread that cloaked the atmosphere before within seconds, weapons were drawn, magic was called upon, and the steady footsteps had increased drastically.
Dimitri's heart was pounding loudly in his rib cage, bruising his rips and deafening his eardrums as he ran. This was supposed to be a simple patrol. This was supposed to be free of bloodshed and the risk of death.
Why was their screaming?
The horribly familiar and iron sharp scent of blood was the first thing to hit Dimitri's senses as he crested the hill he and the Blue Lions were previously marching but now dashing up. The second thing to hit his senses was the sight of the blood itself coating the grass and flowers in sticky gore and leaking out of strewn and horribly dismembered corpses, leading away from a destroyed and equally gore soaked village. The third was the eerie silence that emanated from said village—there were no sounds of cackling bandits or growling Demonic Beasts or crying villagers.
"What the hell." Sylvain muttered dazedly as Hanneman whispered "Good Goddess," and the Blue Lions watched the horrible picture before them.
Ashe's breath hitched and he clamped a hand over his mouth, a green tint spreading across his freckled cheeks, Annette's eyes seemed bugged out as she quaked in horror and Mercedes had her hands clasped, muttering a prayer under her breath, face scrunched in clear distress. Dedue's wide eyes darted everywhere as if looking for the culprit of this abhorrent scene and even Felix didn't seem at all excited by the sudden stakes increase of their first mission and the possibility of a fight—his eyes were as wide as Annette's and he had noticeably paled, hand squeezing the hilt of his unsheathed sword so tightly that circulation appeared cut in his palm.
"P-Professor," Ingrid said from beside Dimitri in a shaky voice, body stiff as a board and verdant eyes staring at the carnage with an expression of non-comprehension. "What do we—Your Highness?"
Dimitri didn't hear, he was far too busy slowly stepping into the village, metal boots squelching in blood and head slowly shaking in a silent, futile plea because this couldn't be real. By The Goddess who would do something like this?
His grip on his lance tightened and the unfortunate wood beneath it splintered. A monster that was who. An irredeemable bastard that deserved to burn in—!
"Your Highness!"
Dimitri was halted from going any further as Sylvain firmly grabbed his bicep and pulled back. "Look, just think about what you're doing here, alright? Whoever or whatever did something as thorough and violent as this—" Sylvain gestured to the bloody canvas of bodies surrounding them, causing Dimitri's blood to boil further at the reminder. "—is probably still here judging by that scream we heard only a minute ago. If you go off charging on your own like a madman you could get yourself killed."
"Sylvain is correct, Dimitri," Hanneman said seriously. "Don't go charging off on your own. Now, come this way children." Hanneman gestured with his head back towards the mountain trail they had come from.
"What?" Dimitri demanded, jerking out of Sylvain's grip to turn and stare in bafflement at Hanneman. "We're going back?"
"Whatever group of bandits or monsters caused this were a powerful foes indeed, Dimitri. This was not what your mission—"
"If whoever did this is still here, we should face them!" Dimitri exclaimed furiously.
Hanneman frowned. "Now, Dimitri—"
"They lost their lives unjustly and deserve to be avenged! We can't just—!" Dimitri felt another hand on his arm that effectively cut him off—Ingrid's. The prince turned to face his his friend whose green eyes were warm with empathy.
"Your Highness, I understand your anger but...I have to agree with both Sylvain and Professor Hanneman. We don't know who or what did this and we didn't prepare for a battle. With no Seiros Knight back up or a lot healing tonics, getting into a fight could be deadly. As future king, we, nor Faerghus can afford to loose you."
The tension loosened from Dimitri's muscles and he sighed softly. His grip on his lance loosened and he nodded in a subdued manner. "Yes...right. I'm sorry. Forgive me for my insolence, Professor."
"Never you mind," Hanneman said with a light smile before hurriedly gesturing to the mountain path. "Now hurry!"
As the Blue Lions trekked back down the mountain in a thick atmosphere of unease, Hanneman lagged behind. He muttered under his breath, hands glowing before a dozen pale blue Sagittae orbs materialized from the magic circle following underneath his feet and hovered around him at the ready like a swarm of stagnant shooting stars. The man watched the path with rapt, worried attention.
The silent group had been walking for what Dimitri felt was a half-hour before he felt the mountain trembling and saw several stray pebbles clattering onto the ridge trail.
Dimitri's gaze darted upwards and he was met with the baffling sight of an armoured man on a horse...riding vertically down the mountain's side.
"What? I don't—how is that even possible?" Ashe cried as he followed Dimitri's wide-eyed gaze.
Hanneman and the other Blue Lions watched flabbergasted as the knight galloped closer, and closer, sending more pebbles tumbling down and putting him in clearer view.
His spiked onyx armour gleamed with fresh blood and a twin tailed black and crimson cape billowed behind him like a leaf in the wind. His mask was shaped like a skull and consisted of an eerie sharp toothed grin and glowing ruby eyes with two long horns protruding from the top. His steed was as pitch black as its rider's armour and sported equally red eyes beneath its own helm.
Felix sank into a fighting stance and majority of the Blue Lions followed suit until Hanneman called, "Hold, Children! We don't yet know if he is friend or foe, let's not scare him off!"
Hanneman was met with several skeptical frowns from the students before the knight and his horse leapt off the mountain once they were close and landed on the trail in an almost graceful manner. "You have forced me to chase you," the knight said in a deep, hoarse voice that echoed ominously. "How obnoxious."
"Still think he's a friend, Professor?" Sylvain asked with mirthless smile as he and his classmates levelled the knight with their weapons or prepared spells.
Hanneman didn't answer and instead pushed in front with his floating orbs in tow. "You! Identify yourself!"
"No." The knight said simply and rose his scythe skywards. Electricity crackled from his fist to the blade and he swung downwards, sending lightning through the air and striking against Hanneman's chest.
"Professor Hanneman!" Dimitri exclaimed as the man tumbled to the path with a pained grunt and twitching muscles. Mercedes had gasped in horror and swiftly knelt to help him when Dimitri spun back around to face the knight, hatred burning in his eyes and a retightened grip on his lance.
"Bastard! It was you wasn't it?! You killed those people!"
"I did," the sinister man stated, not a single drop of remorse was laced in his confession and that only served to make Dimitri angrier—even more so when the man dared to continue with, "It was pleasant entertainment."
"Entertainment? You took dozens of lives!" Dimitri yelled, shaking his head vigorously in utter disbelief. "You thought spilling the blood of innocents was fun?!"
The man tilted his head curiously to the side. "Does that displease you?"
Dimitri gritted his teeth and shook in fury. "You...I'll kill you! You'll pay for killing those people, and you'll pay for harming our Professor!"
The prince charged forward with a war cry and threw his lance with all the might his muscles, momentum, and his Crest could give him. His blood sizzled with power and raw rage. Those people who be avenged, he would make sure of it!
The knight swung his scythe again and sliced the lance in half while in midair. The two halves clattered to the path before rolling off.
"Wow," Felix said sardonically as Dimitri's eyes widened in disbelief for the third time in the same hour. How was that even possible? How, in armour no less, was that knight fast enough to stop and slice in half a weapon hurled with the full power of Blaiddyd?
The knight calmly dismounted his horse and patted its rump, sending it galloping vertically down the mountain once more before dramatically twirling his scythe and advancing forwards. "Come, children. Let us dance."
Dimitri unsheathed the sword strapped to his hip and pointed it forward. "Let's. Felix, with me. Annette and Ashe support with your long range attacks, and Ingrid Sylvain, Mercedes and Dedue, stand by in case we need help. We will defeat this monster!"
"Understood," Dedue said, axe at the ready as Ashe shakily nocked and arrow and Annette called upon her magic before looking over her shoulder at Mercedes, who was still washing a now unconscious Hanneman in glowing white light magic.
"How is he, Mercie?"
Mercedes bit her lip and shook her head. "I-I don't understand! It looked like a simple Thunder spell but..."
Dimitri didn't take his eyes off the slowly advancing knight for a second, but Mercedes's comment simultaneously worried him and fuelled his rage. If Hanneman was dead...
"On three, we charge," Dimitri told Felix. "One..."
"Three," Felix said and bolted forward.
"Felix!" Dimitri cried as the knight charged forwards as well, bloody scythe glinting in the sunlight before it was swung in a under curved slash. The blade connected with Felix's sword and ripped it from his grasp, sending it twirling into the sky.
Before the knight could attack the baffled Felix once more, Dimitri dashed forward swiftly and rose his own sword in time to block the downwards blow, push the scythe back upwards with a grunt, and thrust forward with Blaiddyd's emblem glowing brilliantly atop his backhand.
Dimitri's sword would have pierced the armour had the knight not swiftly jumped back. The skull masked foe's break was short lived when a glowing disk shot through the air towards him—curtesy of Annette—and he had to dodge to the side before charging once more.
Dimitri and Felix, who had luckily managed to catch his sword thanks to Dimitri's interference, were ready to attack him at once.
Instead, the knight jumped freakishly high into the air over their heads and came plummeting downwards, blade aimed for the top of Annette's head.
Annette shrieked and leapt to the side just as the knight landed, the pathway cracking underneath his armour. He quickly recovered and swung down at Annette as she tried to scramble back to her feet but was distracted by Ashe who had shot in arrow at his armoured back with a stammered, "L-leave her alone!" Quickly followed by the four childhood friends and Dedue with their weapons at his front.
The scary thing was, the knight didn't seem overwhelmed or worried at all.
Of course, Dimitri couldn't see his face but his body language showed nothing but nonchalance; the way he parried blows with maddening ease, or dodged spells and ignored Ashe's arrows and never once grunted in pain or exertion.
One minute, he was twirling left and right as he blocked blows from Sylvain and Ingrid simultaneously, and the next he had rolled underneath their blades to shoot a Thunder spell at Felix, and then he had sent a heavy and electric spinning roundhouse kick to Sylvain's ribs, knocking him with a painful sounding crunch against the cliff side and then he had caught an arrow from Ashe and stabbed it in Ingrid's lung, sending an electrical shock threw it and causing her to cry out in pain before he shoved her aside and dug his scythe blade into Ashe's thigh with another shock.
It was ridiculous! He was wearing armour and yet he was moving as if he wore nothing but cloth.
Much like—
"How is he so damned fast?" Felix grunted in frustration as he struggled to his feet and failed. Next to him was a standing and panting Dimitri, a terrified Annette, a horrified Mercedes and a scowling Dedue. Sylvain moaned in pain as he slid down the cliff side, Ingrid and Ashe both covered their bleeding wounds as they lay on the ground—Ingrid gasping in agony and fighting for consciousness while Ashe whimpered and blinked back tears.
Felix had luckily managed to dodge the Thunder spell for the most part but it had managed to strike at least half his body and the toll on it was certainly clear.
Just who was this man?
The knight turned away from the three wounded students and brought his attention to the five remaining.
"You need to get me to them, I need to stop the bleeding," Mercedes said urgently as she stood from her crouched position from beside Hanneman's limp form.
Dimitri nodded as the knight held his scythe at the side at the ready and stalked forward. "Dedue, aide her and bring Felix with you."
Felix glared at Dimitri and indignantly snapped, "I'm fine!" He tries to emphasize this by attempting to stand again—and needed up failing like last time.
Dimitri rose an eyebrow. "You stand corrected, Felix—or not, in this case."
"Shut up."
The knight continued to advance, and Dimitri didn't know if he was imagining the brighter glow of his eyes or not.
"Hurry, Dedue. I'll distract him."
"Yes, Your Highness," Dedue said as Mercedes stood by his side with an annoyed Felix leaning on her for support.
"Annette, remain with Hanneman and keep him safe," Dimitri continued as Annette nodded shakily.
"Only when you are all aching and bleeding on the ground will I let you taste the sweet release of death," the knight promised darkly as he rose his scythe.
Dimitri narrowed his eyes and readied himself for a charge. "Funny. I was about to tell you the same thing."
-o0o-
What Edelgard had been planning to do as she briskly strode into the library with an air of displeasure was to grab Lindhart by the ear, yell at him for making the Black Eagles late for their mission, and drag him out by said ear—witnesses be dammed.
But when she did make her away into the large book filled room she was immediately greeted by Tomas cheerfully humming to himself as he sat in one of the library desks reading a book.
The book, Edelgard noticed, was also upside down; a detail that added with the happy humming sent suspicions ricocheting throughout her system. A feeling that increased double fold when Tomas looked up with an expectant gleam in his eyes.
"Hello, Edelgard! Lovely day, isn't it?" He asked with a sharp grin.
He had been waiting.
"What have you done?" Edelgard hissed, slamming her hands atop the table and leaning forward so nobody else could hear.
"Hmm? Oh, me? Well! Thales requested something done and I decided to have a little fun while completing the task; your little Death Knight was bored so—"
"I didn't give you permission to send him out!"
"I know, I know! But like I said he was so bored, so I sent him to go play around with the Lions—"
Edelgard's heart skipped a beat. "What?"
"Well I don't see the big issue," Tomas smirked as he leaned forward into Edelgard's face as well. "In your own words, the little prince was nothing to you, no? Besides, if he's as strong and formidable as Thales insists then he'll be just fine, surely!"
Edelgard's hands clenched into fists atop the table and she gritted her teeth before spinning around and walking even faster out of the library than she entered, trying and failing to ignore the delighted, "Run, run, Princess!" Tomas crowed at her.
"My uncle will hear of this," she snapped over her shoulder, relishing in the small victory in seeing his smirk falter and his eyes flicker with concern.
"Lady Edelgard," Hubert said proudly, walking towards her in the hallway with a grumbling Lindhart over his shoulder. "I've...you seem in a hurry—"
"Tell Seteth or Archbishop Rhea that the Blue Lions's mission has been put in severe jeopardy," she said automatically as she turned the bend, hearing Lindhart mutter, "Erm...how does she know that?"
Once Edelgard had exited the Monastery, she broke into a run.
Damn him! Damn Tomas! Dimitri was strong but The Death Knight had advanced armour and was exceptionally skilled, not to mention insatiable for blood and suffering.
Edelgard dashed into her room and slammed the door shut behind her, pulling out her armour with adrenaline quivering arms before fitting each piece on one by one.
She wasn't letting The Agarthans take another person from her—not if she could help it.
-o0o-
Dimitri let out a guttural yell as he clashed his sword against the knight's scythe again, and again. He pushed forward and slashed at every opportunity, refusing to give him a single moment of respite, refusing to let him go after his friends who were busy getting healed, or Annette who was dutifully standing guard for Hanneman. Dedue had rejoined the battle once he had ensured Mercedes's and Felix's safe mini-travel and was standing at the sidelines, waiting for a moment Dimitri needed him.
Sweat was flung from his flying hair with every movement and his heart was racing so rapidly it felt as if it would shatter his rib cage.
"Impressive stamina," the knight mused. Dimitri noticed with a burning frustration that the man's voice was not the least bit strained. "A nice little dance you have made me participate in...but I grow weary."
The knight somehow managed to sidestep another of Dimitri's quick blows before swinging his scythe and burying its blade within his abdomen—slicing through armour and skin alike, and causing the prince to cry out in torment.
"Your Highness!" Dedue exclaimed at the same time Mercedes and Annette called out, "Dimitri!"
As the knight sharply pulled out his weapon and let Dimitri collapse in a pained heap, Dedue lunged forward, axe aimed for the knight's head.
The knight parried and swept Dedue's feet from under him and Dimitri's heart leapt in his throat as he saw him raise his scythe—
The knight ducked another Wind spell from Annette and attempted to shoot a Thunder spell her way, but Dedue had launched to his feet and attacked with his axe, forcing him to once again dodge.
Through his pained vision, Dimitri could see Dedue teaming with Annette to attack the knight; Annette would send Wind and Dedue would come right behind. But Dimitri knew the knight was toying with them, knew that any moment he would injure them too...
Mercedes ran towards him and knelt. "Hold on, Dimitri," she said in a strained voice as her hands hovered over his body. Dimitri breathed in comfort as her magic mended his chest...it felt as if cool water was being gently rubbed around the wound.
"You're tired," Dimitri said as he glanced up to find the young woman's heavily lidded eyes.
"This spell...I-I always knew Thunder was dangerous but this one is different. It's like paralyzing infection and it's taking all my strength just to keep it at bay—"
Both their heads snapped to attention when they heard Annette scream and tumble to the ground with a slash across her chest, followed swiftly by Dedue with a wound in his back, both twitching as electricity crawled over their bodies.
"No! Annie, Dedue!" Mercedes cried.
"Help them," Dimitri said urgently, struggling to his feet, wincing as the newly healed skin in his chest tore slightly.
"But you're not—"
"Do it, Mercedes!" Dimitri commanded before picking up his fallen sword and lunging forward, chest bleeding and fist clenched around his weapon.
He would kill him. He would kill him.
"Hmm? Come for an encore?" The knight questioned in a mocking tone.
"Yes!" Dimitri growled as he rose his sword, but before he could let it fall, the knight had brought his own weapon down and shattered the blade.
"What?" Dimitri gasped. "How—?"
The Knight sent a hard kick to his abdomen, right where his wound was and the prince tumbled to the bloody ground with a pained yell, the panicked cries of his name sounding through his rapid pulse and the seemingly deafening whoosh of The Knight's scythe as its deadly tip swiftly fell, zeroed in on Dimitri's neck.
Instinctively, Dimitri stopped the blade by wrapping his hands around its sharp edges and pushing it away from his throat. wincing as he felt it easily slice through his gauntlets and tear his skin.
The Knight titled his head in seeming curiosity at the stunt before his head snapped up, he tugged his weapon free of Dimitri's grasp and blocked a blow from Mercedes wielding one of Felix's swords.
"Stop this! Leave him alone!" She exclaimed. The knight batted her away and let her hit the the ground with a cry.
Crawling back on bleeding palms and a wounded stomach, Dimitri snatched the hilt of his jagged edged sword and prepared to use his strength to fuel his Crest of Blaiddyd one last time to try and—
The knight turned his way and sent his Thunder spell sparking towards him.
And he was lit on fire with a world of pain.
Sharp needles of agony dove to the bone and singed every nerve, blurring his vision seizing and cramping his muscles...it was awful. Oh Goddess he couldn't see anything but sparks shooting in the darkness, couldn't hear anything but the sound of his own screams and the knight advancing closer and—
A war cry, a clash of blades, the knight saying, "Do not disturb my game," and a pained grunt.
Dimitri forced his eyes open, throat tightening in panic when his blurred vision came into focus and showcased the knight grasping Felix by the throat, dangling him in the air as he gasped for breath, defiance burning in his eyes.
No.
No, no, no, Goddess no.
Dimitri forced himself forward, crawling with the jagged sword piece in hand. Not Felix, please no...
"Stop!" Mercedes snapped, running towards the knight with her sword. "Put him down, now!"
The knight casually blocked Mercedes merger blow while squeezing Felix's his throat tighter and tighter. Felix let out a string of garbled curses as he tried and failed to pry the knight's fingers free from his neck—
Dimitri called upon the power of his Crest and used its strength to propel him forward. He rose the jagged edged sword and plunged it deep into the knight's side with a strained roar and flash of blue light.
The knight stiffened, looking down slowly at the open gash in his armour and the panting prince who put it there.
"Let...him...go," Dimitri growled.
The knight simply stared down at him and said not a word until another deep echoing voice barked "Death Knight!"
All three heads turned to the voice's owner—and Dimitri came face to face with his biggest enemy—and greatest fear.
-o0o-
The scene before her gave Edelgard a feeling of both anger and relief.
Anger that that blasted Tomas had sent Death Knight to go after innocents for seemingly no other reason than to irk her—or more specifically to threaten Dimitri once more. Relief that she had gotten there in time. The Lions were tapped out but certainly alive and Dimitri...
A blade of his was stabbed deep within Death Knight's armour and his face was filled with utter horror, disbelief and anger as he locked eyes with her. So much so that Edelgard, for only a moment feared he has somehow recognized her beneath the mask, or her voice though it was modulated thanks to the armour's technology. That was until his hands slid from the blade, and he fell to his knees uttering, "Who are you?" In a quivering voice.
Edelgard vaguely wondered why her guise was giving him such a strong reaction...still, she simply answered; "I am The Flame Emperor."
Dimitri mouthed the name slowly before his eyes fell to his shakily clenched fists, distant and faraway.
Deciding not to dwell on Dimitri's rather intriguing behaviour, Edelgard turned disapprovingly to Death Knight.
"The Knights of Seiros have caught wind of your foolishness," she continued. "They are on their way now so I suggest you take your leave."
Death Knight growled and dropped the boy in his grasp—Felix unceremoniously. A Blue Lions girl with flaxen blonde hair dropped to her knees and began a healing spell. "You are interfering with my fun."
"You've had enough fun. It's time for you to leave."
The Death Knight harrumphed before disappearing in flash of purple light and Edelgard let out a soft sigh or relief. She had been worried she would have to use extra force and she truly wasn't in the mood.
Edelgard turned to the three Blue Lions students staring at her—the blonde with wariness, Felix with evaluation, and Dimitri with a clenched jaw and eyes burning with hatred.
"You," he hissed, attempting to stand, only to collapse back to his knees with a grunt. "I've finally found you..." his eyelids fluttered shut and he slumped against the cliff side with a groan of pain.
"Stay where you are," Edelgard told the blonde girl and Felix. "The Knights will come." And with that she too disappeared in a burst of light and the semi-uncomfortable feeling of free falling into her next location.
-o0o-
AN: EVERYTIME I fight the Death Knight in the game and he uses that goddamn Thunder spell in game, it's an instant K.O for my students, oof.
ANYWAY.
While I enjoyed writing this chapter it's the next one I REALLY want to show off! In fact I'm so excited it's partially written already and I don't even feel like taking a procrastination break like last time! :D
Unrelated, but I'm posting a Harry Potter fic later today because my childhood love for it has been fully rekindled and I MUST express this in writing, SO! If you're interested, you can give it a read :3
That's it for me!
Fantasy Fan OUT!