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PostSubject: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Tue Aug 24, 2010 5:27 pm

Bit of a different kind of story for me, seeing as how I've only ever written science fiction. This is actually a dramatic rewrite of a story I had going back on the original Nintendo NSider forums a few years back, before it shut down. I don't remember what I called it, actually, just the concept. I never did finish it, and I rather liked some of the characters, so after much fine-tuning of the idea I think I'm ready to start actually posting this.
And here we go.

Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand


Prologue: From the Dark
Chapter 1: Blood and Tears


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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Tue Aug 24, 2010 5:27 pm

Prologue: From the Dark


The assassin settled into the shadows, silently drumming his hands on the hilt of one of the blood-drenched daggers at his hip. His gaze swept cleanly over the alleyway below, coming to rest on the light flowing through the crack in the back alley doorway. There were voices coming through the gap. Familiar voices. They were too muffled to discern individual words or phrases, but there was no mistaking the identities of the owners… There was no doubt about it. This was the place.
Making sure to stay hidden, the man silently crept closer along the edge of the roof. His footsteps were no louder than those of a deer, and his breathing came slow and steady. He went undetected as he settled into his new hiding place, on the roof and just past the light of the door. The voices were becoming clearer. He listened to the conversation as he waited for his quarry to emerge from the building…
“So this is what he’s been planning all along,” said one voice. A male voice. “I can’t believe it.”
“What’s more,” said another voice, a woman this time. “The plan is already in its final stages. At this point, there’s little we can do to stop it, short of going to King Iapetus himself.”
“Exactly right. And that’s not an option,” said a third, which came cool and very serious, with plenty of composure. “We lack the evidence he needs to take serious action, and if we come forward with what we’ve pieced together as is, we will certainly lose all credibility.”
“Effectively defeating any chance we have of putting a stop to all of this,” finished the second voice.
“Blast it all!” said the first voice, his tone now angry. “You, the Arcane Protectors… You, of all people should have seen this coming. You should never have let him join you!”
“Quiet, fool!” the woman hissed. “You want someone to hear you?”
“At this point I don’t think it much matters who hears us or who knows who we really are,” said the man indignantly. “We’re all doomed as it is, aren‘t we?”
“Don’t be so quick to give up, Captain,” said the woman. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”
“I… suppose so,” the captain conceded reluctantly.
“Besides that, it won’t do us any good now to whine over what cannot be changed. Or to point fingers.”
“Valkyrie is right,” came the third voice, its serenity at odds with the growing tension in the room. “We did our duty as part of the Arcane Protectors by letting him join us. What that man did is unforgivable, but that is not why we are here. Let us now discuss what is to be done in the future, not what has happened in the past.”
“Yes…” said the captain’s voice. “You’re right, of course. My sincerest apologies, Sage.”
“No worries, Captain,” said the one called Sage. “Now, as we are far too short-staffed to really do anything about this without outside assistance, I propose that we bring what we have to the survivors of the slaughter and try to convince them to lend us their strength. Certainly they of all people will be willing to take up arms against the men who laid waste to their homes.”
“It seems a viable option,” said the woman, known in code as Valkyrie. “However, it does pose a new problem. If we plan to tell them everything we’ve discovered, we might meet with some resistance.”
“What do you mean?” said Sage.
“I mean if we let them know the whole story about that man, including his involvement with the Protectors, they may be slow to trust us.”
“Ah, good point. Well, I suppose we could withhold that detail for their benefit.”
“They’ll have to find out sooner or later,” said the woman. “And it will be seen as treacherous when they do.”
Sage sighed. “Then for the lives of our countrymen, that’s the price that must be paid. I personally see no other course of action we can take.”
Silence.
“So it’s decided,” said Sage after a time. “Captain, may I request that you lend me a small troupe I can disperse to the nearest villages, and supplies for the journey?”
“Not possible, Sage,” said the captain. “I’m sorry, but now more than ever, I have to keep the watch on duty. And as of this newest report I feel I may be short staffed as it is. I can give you supplies, but nothing more.”
“I understand. I suppose Valkyrie and I will have to scrounge up some more supporters.”
“Best find a bodyguard for you, too, Sage,” added Valkyrie. “These are dangerous times.”
“All right, then,” said Sage, with a touch of finality in his voice. “If either of you’ve nothing to add, I think that about takes care of tonight’s business.”
“Very well,” said the woman’s voice, accompanied by the ruffling of standing up. “Thank you, Sage, for this report. Your intelligence network has once again proved more useful than I had initially foreseen.”
“I’m happy to hear you say so,” said Sage as he, too, stood up and evidently gathered some documents. “As always, I’ll keep you informed about what’s happening in Etruria, and I’ll give you both the time and location for our next meeting later.”
“Glad to hear it,” said the Captain. “Shall we go?”
“Certainly,” said Sage.
Moments later the door opened, and out stepped three people, all of them dressed in hooded brown robes to mask their faces. The assassin gripped his daggers more tightly, but retained his composure.
“You two go on ahead,” said Sage, motioning the other two past him. “I have a number of things to check on before I leave.”
“All right, but don’t stay too late,” said the captain. “And be careful. We’re depending on you now, Sage. And I’ve heard strange stories lately on the watch.”
A smile from the first, and the other two were gone. Even so, Sage waited afterward for several long heartbeats before removing his hood, revealing short-cut brown hair and almost regal features.
“You can come out now,” he said into the darkness, his emerald eyes strong but watchful. “I am alone.”
Though tempted to remain in his current position to deter any watching eyes, the assassin leaped silently from the roof and landed on one knee on the ground, daggers in his hands in the blink of an eye.
“I should have known Themesto and his ilk would be sending assassins after me at this point in their plan,” said Sage, looking mildly surprised. “But I never would have guessed that they’d send you… Atlas.”
“You look well, Isaiah,” said the assassin, but his tone was frigid.
“Looks are often deceiving,” said the sage, shrugging his shoulders. “You’ve caused me no small amount of trouble over the past few months.”
“I take it you’re aware of what he is planning to do,” said Atlas, his tone final, yet questioning.
“Keenly,” said Isaiah, eyeing the assassin with a piercing glare.
And for a long moment the two stared at one another, neither one so much as moving a muscle. The air seemed to grow colder as the two stood in arctic silence. After a time, Isaiah spoke.
“I suppose your presence here means that my time has come,” he said. “Bear in mind I’ll not go down without a fight.”
“Save your breath,” said Atlas, sheathing his bloodstained daggers. “I had a job in the area and thought I’d drop by. Today I come to you as a messenger.”
Isaiah’s expression changed little, but nevertheless seemed to take on a look of intense interest.
“And what tidings do you bring?” he said cautiously.
“You know what he plans to do, what he aims to accomplish. You, more than anyone should understand how important it is that you get yourself out while you can. There isn’t much time.”
Isaiah’s eyes narrowed. “You came just to tell me that?”
Atlas held his gaze, unblinking and unwavering. It was answer enough.
“Then I’m afraid you’ve wasted your time,” Isaiah said finally. “You know my answer already, Atlas. Knowing what I know, there’s no way I can turn tail and flee. I cannot abandon my countrymen. Not now. Not while I still draw breath.”
Atlas bowed his head as he turned to leave. “Do as you will, I’ve delivered my message. Fare thee well… Brother.”
Isaiah watched as the assassin rounded the corner and vanished from sight, and he stared at the spot where he had been for several long moments before shaking himself from his semi-daze and turning to lock the door.


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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Wed Aug 25, 2010 8:32 pm

Two Words: FIRE EMBLEM Very Happy

Will read asap
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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Sat Aug 28, 2010 10:02 am

I read the first chapter, and I like how its going broski :O Interesting stuff, please write more :3
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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Mon Sep 06, 2010 6:56 pm

Thanks, Simian. The first chapter's coming along slowly but surely. I hope to have it up in the next few days. Wink
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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Thu Sep 09, 2010 3:23 pm

I'll read this too when I get a chance XD *adds it to the list of three so far XD*

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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Mon Sep 13, 2010 6:32 pm

Chapter 1: Blood and Tears

The forest was unpleasantly humid in the intense rays of the late afternoon sun, and Jayden River was beginning to tire.
“Jude…” she panted, out of breath and close to collapsing. “Can we… stop now? Just for… a bit?”
Jude Dominic, her teacher, cocked his head and graced her with a wry smile, indicating mock disappointment. But Jayden knew better. Jude was a very strict teacher, but one wouldn’t know it from simply being around him when he wasn’t training.
“Had enough already, Jayden?” he said, showing no signs of even the slightest fatigue. “Forgive me. When I took you on as my student I had every expectation that you were willing to endure any sort and any length of training. Am I to assume my trust was misplaced?”
Jayden summoned the last reserves of her energy, firming her grip on her wooden training sword and settling into her fighting stance.
“No sir!” she said loudly.
“Now, come at me! And watch for my first blow!”
To look at her, one wouldn’t know that Jayden was actually a proficient swordswoman. She stood at average height for a girl of 19, with long brown hair drawn back by a ragged headband, and brownish green eyes that exuded sheer determination. She wore tattered green pants and a top comprised of white bandages. At her hip was the battered sword Jude had given her when they first started training, almost a year ago.
Jude, though not much older, looked every bit the competent swordsman. Standing tall with a moderate build, he had long blond hair and ocean blue eyes, and had the beginnings of a beard growing at his chin. He wore a dark coat over his swordmaster’s robes, and he kept his own sword in plain view, prominently riding his left hip.
For a long time Jude had watched his future pupil train with her brother, Lee. Lee was an extremely gifted swordsman in the village guard, and Jayden had shown promise even when sparring against him.
Several years earlier, Jude had left their village and trained under some of the most skilled sword masters in Lycia, and had come back with a polished fighting style all his own.
A style Jayden had very much wanted to learn. And with persistence, she had convinced 26-year-old Jude Dominic to take on a pupil.
Jayden charged her teacher, watching his sword out of the corner of her eye. Halfway there, Jude raised his weapon for a horizontal blow. She moved her sword to an appropriate blocking position and in no time at all her blade and Jude’s clashed.
Taken aback by the force of the first blow, Jayden didn’t see the next one coming less than a second later. Jude’s sword came at her on her left side, where she had carelessly left herself open.
But her teacher stopped his blade, less than an inch from her shoulder.
“Had we been enemies on the field of battle,” said Jude, withdrawing his blade and stepping back. “That mistake would have cost you your life.”
Jayden stepped back, frowning at the ease with which he had beaten her.
“Come on, now,” she said, stepping back. “You can’t go all-out on a novice like me.”
“If I don’t, how will you learn to fight when you’re outclassed in a real battle? If you can’t absorb my blows by blocking, dodge them!”
Jayden drew a breath and once again ran at Jude. The distance to cover was smaller this time, so there was less time for Jude to react. Even so, she noticed his subtle change in posture as he readies himself for her attack. Just before reaching him, she fell to the ground and rolled under his initial horizontal swipe and around to his back. She came out of her maneuver with a swing at his ankles.
Jude jumped to avoid Jayden’s attack and countered by thrusting his blade directly toward her. But Jayden swung her blade to misdirect it and came out of the parry with another blow of her own, which was skillfully blocked by Jude’s sword.
At that moment the air grew cold. A sudden chill ran down Jayden’s spine, accompanied by a sudden tiredness that made her feel almost like collapsing. Disconcerted, she let down her weapon and backed away from her teacher. Once she had regained her senses, she cast a confused look at Jude, whom she noticed was a bit fatigued, himself.
“Jude, was that…?” her voice trailed off.
“I don‘t know,” said the sword master, casting a wary glance skyward. “But I have a hunch.”
Jayden followed his gaze. The sky had grown suddenly darker, though it wasn’t even dusk yet, not to mention that she and Jude hadn’t been training for more than an hour. It was a strange, unnatural twilight that now seemed to weigh her down.
When she looked back at her teacher, his face was white. And suddenly she knew that something was very wrong.
“Come on,” said Jude as he took off down the trail toward their village. “Bring your sword.”
Though thoroughly confused, Jayden tossed her training sword aside and hurriedly grabbed her cloak from where it lay. With an effort, she ran after her teacher, pulling on her cloak and securing her real sword to her hip as she went. Whatever this was, it was certainly more pressing than training.
“Jude, what happened?” she shouted ahead.
Jude didn’t answer. In a way, it was more disconcerting than any answer he could have given her. But she pressed on even so, struggling to catch up to her teacher, and wondering what could possibly be going on.
Certainly their training hadn’t triggered this sudden change in weather. And she didn’t understand why Jude had looked so gravely serious when he had glanced back at her just then. But she knew him well enough to know when to simply act on faith.
An icy wind chilled her body, bringing her thoughts to the present. She pulled her cloak tightly around herself to keep warm, but the cold only seemed to grip her more tightly. So she quickened her pace instead, trying not to imagine the worst.
When they reached the village, they both slowed their pace.
It wasn’t how Jayden had imagined it. There seemed to be no emergency at all. Everything was in place, except for one thing.
The village, typically bustling and full of life, was completely and utterly deserted, and totally silent save for the chilly wind blowing through the streets. Odd, indeed. There was an eerie feeling about the air, as if the village had been abandoned for years. Jayden drew her cloak more tightly around herself as she stopped behind her teacher.
“Jayden, be very careful,” said Jude, unsheathing his real sword and glancing warily left and right. “Come on.”
As Jude cautiously advanced, Jayden briefly thought of pointing out to him that it was abundantly clear that something was amiss, but the thought lasted only a moment before more important things filled her mind. She followed him slowly.
“Maybe everyone went inside because of the cold?” Jayden offered hopefully. But even as she said it, she knew that it wasn’t the case. Only wishful thinking.
“No,” Jude confirmed grimly. “That wind isn‘t natural. It came from inland.”
“What do you mean? It’s… just the weather, right? What’s the rush?”
“You saw how quickly the wind came,” said Jude quietly. “You know as well as I do that this isn’t natural weather. This is magic.”
“Magic?” Jayden echoed. “But I’ve never heard of any magic that can do this. I mean, there‘s wind and ice magic, but usually it’s a lot flashier, and… ”
“You would do well to pay attention to your history class,” Jude said vacantly, his eyes darting cautiously left to right.
“History, Jude?”
“Surely you’ve learned of the ancient forbidden magic, Jayden?”
“You mean what they call dark magic? You mean this…” Jayden’s voice trailed off. There was no need to finish.
Jude nodded. “It would seem so, yes.”
For a long moment Jayden simply stood there, a million thoughts racing through her mind. Ancient offensive magic was often called dark magic, commonly feared and rarely used. Where other schools of magic had found practical everyday use, dark magic was used only to kill. If this was ancient magic, where were the casters? And more importantly, why was it being cast?
Instantly she took off at a run, hardly hearing Jude’s protests. Blind to every other thought, she could only think of one thing: to find her family.
All sense of time seemed to escape her as she dashed through the streets. She didn’t know how long she ran, and she hardly noticed Jude running behind her. At length she felt a hand grab her shoulder, and she spun around to face its owner, her sword at the ready…
But it was only Jude.
“Jayden! Listen to me! Do you hear that?”
Jayden heard nothing through the torrent of thoughts rushing through her mind.
“Calm down,” Jude urged her. “Whatever is going on, you won’t be able to help if you’re not calm. Now, take a few deep breaths.”
Reluctantly, Jayden complied. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Basic breathing techniques, the way they'd gone over it in training. And now that her mind was clear, she could hear the sound Jude had pointed out.
A distant murmuring reached her ears, almost a whisper, and yet it filled the air. A chill ran down her spine, and she visibly shivered.
“Come on,” her teacher said as he sidled along the wall of a nearby hut. Jayden joined him and followed him to the corner of the hut. Jude cautiously cast a look around the corner, then looked back at Jayden, his expression only just readable enough for her to know that something had happened.
Crouching low, she crept past him and peered around the corner…
And froze.
Littering the streets were the limp and motionless bodies of dozens of people. Each of them possessing a fatal injury. And each of them a familiar face. The entire village lay slaughtered, their corpses carelessly laying like rag dolls across the dirt road.
And marching through the streets was an uncountable number of chanting robed men, their faces hidden beneath the shadow of their hoods. Their unknowable anthem filled the air, seeming to come from every direction at once and accompanied by a strange wind that also seemed to have no clear direction.
It all fit. The scene before her fit everything she had been taught about forbidden magic.
Jayden scowled through her tears. These men were the reason everyone was dead. And as she drew her sword she made a vow…
They would die, too. Even if she, Jayden River, had to go with them.
At that moment she charged the nearest group of the men, screaming as she lifted her sword high over her head, ignoring Jude’s protests.
One of the men turned to face her, and began muttering under his breath. And at that moment her body went cold, and everything faded to blackness.


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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Wed Sep 22, 2010 3:24 am

Alright Laclipsey, you’re next on my list of things to read and catch up on haha. Sorry if my comments aren’t what you’re used to. I’m a bit out of habit and being a bit rushed tends to shorten their length, however I’ll do my best to adequately cover whatever I want to cover =U

I like opening of proglue >_> It sounds violent and interesting. I like how you describe the tone of voice essentially that they use, seeing how otherwise one might get bored/not know what kind of mood everyone was in. I have no clue about stuff related to Fire Emblem BTW so umm bear with me there.

In chapter one you have an EVIL comma right here, “Between Jude’s reserved attitude and Jayden’s unrefined demeanor the two made an unlikely pair, but they made quite a team. Jayden, wanting to surpass her brother Lee in swordsmanship, “
Oooh intense description and anticipation of what it to come >=] you succeeded in giving me chills. I think that means I like something. I’m not entirely sure. Sometimes certain characters give me chills =) and music I really like. So I think it’s a good thing XD
Oh dang, you definitely pulled off the menacing evil kind of aspect thing on this. Poor city of people =c
Seems anger wasn’t quite the best approach to take =U Ololol. Okay well I have no clue what’s going on D: I dunno if that’s because its just starting out or because I don’t know fire emblem but it sounds all cool! XD

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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Wed Sep 22, 2010 5:25 pm

Whoops! Seems I thought I'd finished the chapter when I hadn't. Very Happy I think I was gonna say something about the last main character, who is, as you might have guessed, Lee River. Guess I'll finish up the one sentence where he is mentioned now. XD
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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Wed Sep 22, 2010 7:26 pm

Poor person died :U

But good chapter. Razz
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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Wed Sep 22, 2010 9:40 pm

Haha XD it happens.

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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Thu Jan 06, 2011 6:29 pm

M'kay, I'm back, and I have a new chapter.

Chapter 2: Reprieve

She heard a voice. At first it was muffled, and the words were incomprehensible. But the tone was frantic. And she knew the voice.
She opened her eyes. Everything was dark and blurry. The voice called out, and another figure appeared over her. The figure muttered something inaudible, but she recognized the voices now. The second had been Jude. And the first…
“Lee,” she managed to say, though she didn’t even hear the word as it rolled off her tongue. But she knew it had reached their ears, based on the elevated tones of their voices.
Where was she? She tried moving, but a sudden overwhelming headache pounded against her skull, and she gave up.
The voices came into focus. Jude was saying something to Lee.
“…must be joking. What she needs right now is rest and plenty of fluids.”
They were talking about her. So she wasn’t dead. That much was evident. But she didn’t remember quite what happened, or how she ended up in this miserable state.
“She won’t hold out for long on her own like this!” said Lee. “We need to get her to a doctor!”
“L-Lee…” she choked. And that was when she became aware that she wasn’t breathing. Suddenly panicked, she coughed to clear any debris in her airways.
“Jade!” said Lee’s voice. “Take it easy!”
Jayden opened her mouth and tried to inhale, only to find that she had expended the last of her air in her panic.
“Get her a vulnerary!” said Lee urgently.
“Won’t do any good,” Jude remarked. “She doesn’t have any wounds to treat, the damage is internal. Though I learned a bit of medical sorcery in my training days. I can restore her breathing.”
She felt a hand on her chest, and in a few seconds she felt the cool rush of air reinflate her lungs. Her first breath, however, was squandered in a coughing fit. And suddenly, the taste of blood filled her mouth, and she choked once more, spitting out all that she could.
“Jude! What’s happening?” said Lee’s frantic voice.
“It’s all right,” said Jude calmly as she felt his hands turning her over on her side. Instantly, she began breathing normally. Hard, but normally. “She’s breathing now.”
“But the blood…”
“Most likely caused by her injury. She’ll be all right, but she needs rest. Jayden, can you hear me?”
Unable to answer verbally, she nodded. Everything felt so cold… Why was her head in such pain? And just what had happened? She remembered who she was, even what she had for breakfast. But the moments leading up to when she lost consciousness were all a blur.
“Don’t try to speak. You’re through the worst of it, but you need to relax. You’re going to be fine.”
Jayden nodded and closed her eyes once more. What had happened to her? She remembered running. Running, and a blinding rage. With her last moments of consciousness, she tried to remember whom she could possibly harbor such a hatred toward, and why. But sleep overcame her before she could conjure the memory.

Despite the fact that there had been a full-scale slaughter here, Lee noted, the town was markedly unchanged. It wasn’t anything like a bandit raid, with fires lighting up the scene of the slaughter and the smell of blood in the air. In truth, he would almost have preferred the fires to the deathly silence now pervading the air like a thick fog.
“You really think she’ll be okay if we leave her there?” said Lee, watching his sister carefully, making sure she was breathing without any problems.
“It probably couldn’t hurt to watch her through the night,” Jude conceded. “But yes, I think she’ll make a full recovery.”
Lee nodded absentmindedly, not taking his eyes from Jayden’s unmoving form.
“It’s amazing she survived, really,” Jude marveled. “Dark magic is not to be-”
“I let this happen,” said Lee calmly, cutting him off.
“What do you mean, Lee?”
Lee shook his head. He was a member of the village guard, and distinguished even among its more talented fighters. It still baffled him how those men had managed to elude his detection until he heard Jayden’s cry.
“Why couldn’t I have been here?” he asked at length, his voice still calm and level. “I know it’s useless to be thinking this way, but I still feel like I should have been here to protect everyone. It was my responsibility to protect the village, and I failed everyone.”
Lee tried his hardest to cry, to shed a single tear for his fallen friends and family, for all of the innocent lives extinguished today. But he found that tears simply wouldn’t come. That was normal, though. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried aloud.
Maybe that was the hardest part.
Jude’s voice shook Lee from his thoughts.
“You’re right,” he said. “It is useless to think that way.”
Lee nodded.
“It’s no one’s fault,” the sword master continued. “You did your duty to the best of your ability as part of the village guard. But remember, that’s all you are. If you’d been here, you might have suffered her fate, as well.”
The men shared a silence. The only sound was of the last vestiges of a cool breeze, playing out an ambient elegy of realization as the full weight of what had happened hit Lee like a giant’s hammer.
“What happened here, Jude?” said Lee at length. “When I arrived, those men were already marching away, and my sister was near death.”
“What makes you think I know any more than you do?” Jude asked coolly.
“You were with her when those men attacked. Tell me what you witnessed here. How did my sister end up this way?”
Jude looked at Lee soberly.
Lee stood tall and lean, with shoulder-length brown hair and tranquil green eyes. He wore a gray sleeveless fighter’s shirt and dark pants, and his water canteen and guard-issue survival pouch hung at his hip. Strapped to his back was a pair of dual broadswords. Distraught as he was, he was the spitting image of a battle-ready fighter, with a love for his sister, the only family he had left in the world. Of course he would want to know how this had happened. After all, he had been on guard duty when the hooded men attacked. It was his family that had been killed, his sister that lay near dead before him, his responsibility to protect her. It was only fair he knew.
“I’m afraid that I don’t know much more than you do ,” he sighed. “We were training in the woods. That’s when we felt the air go cold. A sudden chill, like an icy wind. The two of us rushed to the village only to find that everyone was already dead, and those men were already marching away.”
“I didn’t feel any sort of chill,” Lee protested. “Not even when I arrived.”
Jude nodded. “I have a sensitivity to magic. You don’t. We’ve known that for a long time, Lee.”
“Well, what about Jade?”
“It’s possible she has magical potential, as well,” Jude offered.
A grim silence followed. Lee seemed to be expecting more of a story than what Jude had given him, because he never took his eyes from Jude the entire time.
“So that’s it?” said Lee, breaking the silence.
“Jayden rushed the men with her sword, and… Well…” Jude’s voice trailed off, seeing no need to finish his sentence.
“What happened to her?” said Lee after a time. “There were no wounds, and yet… she was dying, Jude. I could almost feel her life fading away.”
“Unlike the other magical disciplines,” Jude began. “Dark magic finds its use only in inflicting death. It leaves no marks on the body, but rather, it kills the subject from the inside out. Jayden is lucky to be alive.”
Lee shook his head in disbelief. How could such a thing exist? Something so powerful, and yet so terrible… Where could such a thing come from? A thousand questions floated through his mind, but one pushed all others aside.
“Why were those men using it, then?” he intoned. “I mean, obviously to kill the entire village. But why did they come here, of all places? Surely this wasn’t some elaborate bandit raid. Were they looking for something special?”
“If so,” Jude answered. “I don’t think they found it.”
“What makes you say that?”
Jude cast his gaze to the horizon in the direction the men had gone. “They left rather quickly, if I’m any judge. I think it’s safe to say they’re on a schedule.”
Lee paled. “Which means this will happen again.”
Jude nodded, his face expressionless.
“This will happen again,” he agreed. “And it will keep happening until they find what they want.”


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PostSubject: Re: Fire Emblem: Rise of the Ebon Hand   Fri Jan 07, 2011 9:47 pm

Building up the plot in this chapter I see

And look! Person isn't dead after all Very Happy Or is she?
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