Hector on Magvel

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Prologue: The Beginning

“Fargus! Where are we?” a blue haired boy by the name of Hector yelled at the ship’s captain. He wore an axe by the name of Armads at his side, proudly. He and his friends, or so called army had just witnessed an adventure that would surely be retold by many generations. But this story will never be told by the people of Phaeran, Ostia, Lycia, Ilia, or Sacae. This story has been in the homes of Renais and its neighboring countries.

“Here it is! The continent: Magvel!” Fargus introduced the wondrously busy harbor to the army he was transporting. Everyone on the ship were excited to set foot on this new place, except for the two marquesses and a warrior by the name of Dorcas, who was worried about his wife back at home. “Fargus, we’re supposed to be on our way back home, not on another island making merry.” Hector complained to the Berserker. “Sorry lads, our ship is damaged up from yesterday’s sail. Yesterday’s storm wasn’t a pretty one. And if it wasn’t for my boy, Dart, your friend there, Sain, would’ve drowned. Be patient and wait for a couple of weeks so I can fix up my ship and have enough supplies to get us home. Eliwood nodded in agreement while Hector was red and looked as if he would explode any minute.
Outside the captain’s cabin, the army of the marquesses looked eager to get off the boat. And almost everyone has already made plans on what to do when they do leave. All they needed was their lords’ permission to leave their post. They all thought it was a reward after their dreaded fight with the dark druid and the fire dragon.

Finally, Hector and Eliwood made themselves visible on the deck. Hector cleared his throat and said, “Everyone, we are on a continent called Magvel. You have my and lord Eliwood’s permission to abandon your place for now, unless said other wise. Now go.” The mercenaries left the ship and went into to the busy streets of the harbor.

As the men left the boat and disappeared into the numberless crowd, Eliwood gave out a sigh. He turned to find only few of the army that has remained with him. Two paladins, a general, two heroes, a bishop, and a valkyrie. One of the hero came forward. He was dressed in green armor and wore his brave sword and his shield on his back. The hero made a vow and said, “Lord Eliwood, I know my orders from the former marquess were to protect you, but I request for my absence while we are in Magvel. And-““Harken! What are you thinking? Are you not feeling well? Did you not hear what Lord Eliwood said?” the old paladin, Marcus scolded Harken. “My lord said we have the right to abandon our post for-“”There! Now make yourself scarce before I draw my lance!” Marcus interrupted again. Harken let out a smile to Eliwood and Marcus, which was replied by a smile from the old paladin. Then, Harken walked towards Isadora, another paladin at his rank and deserted the boat.
Hector finally came back to his calm self. “Hey! You three over there! Didn’t we tell you to leave this boat until it’s fixed?” A hero, one of the three, gave a ice cold look to the axe wielder, but was held back by his sister Priscilla. The bishop, Lucius, stepped forward and said, “No my lord, we kind of decided to stay and guard the boat since everyone is leaving. We know nothing of this place so precaution sounded like the best idea.” “Alright, you three may stay and lend Fargus and his men a hand if things go out of hand.” Hector said. Then he glanced over at Oswin, his guardian general, and Marcus, his friend’s guardian paladin. Isn’t it about time you two took a break? We can go around by ourselves you know.” “Not ever lord Hector. I’ll never leave my post as your guard.” Oswin said. He sounded as if nothing will change his judgment. “I ditto that lord Eliwood.” Marcus said, also in a strong willed tone. “And you never know, I might even find a suitable wife for you on this place.” The old paladin teased. “Marcus!!”

“So, you are going for a walk, eh?” Fargus said. “Yeah, gather some information about this place. We’ll be here for a while and I, as a lord, must keep up with the news for my men.” Eliwood explained to the berserker. “Alright lad, have fun taking a ‘walk.’” The captain said and gave out a laugh. Eliwood smiled back and left the boat with his friend and two faithful knights.

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Chapter 1: Battle in the Arena
Karel and Karla’s story

“Welcome to the arena sir. Who would you like to bet on? The list of contestants is on the right.” The arena’s manager said to Karel as he approached his desk. “I would like to bet on the Sword Demon.” Karel said icily. “Sword demon, sword, demon……Sorry sir, but there is no contestant with the name of Sword Demon.” The manager said. “Then add me as the contestant ‘Sword Demon.’ And you see her over there?” Karel said as he pointed at her younger sister for the gambler to see. “Add her too.” ”Name for the fair lady?” the manager asked. “Put her in as Sword Princess” Karel replied. “Right. There you are. Your battle will be with Joshua the Tempest. Good luck.”
Karel walked back to her sister, drew his sword and started stretching and swung some blows at empty space. “Brother? What are you doing?” Karla asked with a essence of worry at her face. “Nothing. Just warming up.” He replied with a smile. “Don’t tell me you signed up for the arena battle!” Karla said. Tear welled in her eyes. “You said we won’t fight with our sword ever after we are through with the dark druid.” “Yes, I did promise that. But, we aren’t through with the marquesses’ service. And you should start getting warmed up too. I signed you in also.” Karel said as he swung his last warm up and headed for the stadium entrance. “So, who are you fighting?” Karla asked as she drew her sword to practice. “Some swordsman by the name of Joshua.” Karel said. “And who am I versing?” Karla asked her brother. “I don’t know. I forgot to ask.” Karel replied and disappeared out of her sight. Karla grumbled something and started warming up.

“Prince Joshua, why did you enter yourself in the arena? What if you get injured? What if you die? Who will take care of Jehanna then?” Natasha said. Her voice was full of worry. “Don’t worry Natasha. Lady Luck will be by my side today.” Joshua said and gave the worried Bishop a smile that made her worried even more. “Just watch me from the audiences’ seat and cheer for me.” He finished and ran towards the stadium.
Joshua stepped out of the dark waiting room and went out to the open field of the stadium. “This is it!” the sword wielding prince thought. In front of him was a tall man. His hair was long and red. He was dressed in black robe, specially designed for sword users. He glared straight into Joshua’s eyes but showed no feelings. No mercy, pity, sorrow, nor happiness.
Joshua made the first strike. He held his killing edge up high and dashed toward the experienced swordsman. Karel reacted swiftly. He jumped up in lightning speed, drew his Wo Dao and went for a down thrust. “Perfect,” Joshua thought. He was hoping his opponent to dodge and then his fast feet can change direction and lounge at his defenseless victim, but today was not the same. As Joshua leaped to clash with the Sword Demon, Karel used an old swordsmaster’s trick, Self Division. It allowed the user to trick his or her opponent visually by creating mirage copies of the user and strike at any angle, usually the armorless point of the opponent to inflict maximum damage.
As Karel used his trick, Joshua panicked to attack, for if he swings at a false enemy, he’ll be open for an attack. He closed his eyes, put forward his sword, and pray that Lady Luck will be with him. Joshua swung with all his might but hit only air. This was Karel’s big chance to take out his opponent in one blow, and so he did. Karel landed on both his feet, jumped instantly and slashed while twisting around in mid-air, a maneuver learned from his pupil Guy while teaching Guy how to sword fight like a real killer.
The Wo Dao slashed across Joshua’s back, and the wounded myrmidon screamed in pain. Karel was appraised by the crowded while Joshua suffered from blinding pain in his back. Natasha rushed toward him and casted a healing magic from her staff. The wound disappeared, leaving a big scar on Joshua’s back but he still shivered from the shock. Natasha supported Joshua on her shoulder and walked back to his camp with the rest of Renais’ army. Karel took his winnings and bided his sister good luck. She also took out a mage knight that wielded Fimbulvetr with a quick slash from her Wo Dao. The two siblings visited the arena often, winning battle after battle until the ship was fixed. The word got out that the two swordmasters were from the broken down pirate ship. No one from arena dared to go near the pirate ship because of the Sword Demon and the Sword Princess.

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Chapter 2: A Talk in the Inn
Sain and Lowen’s story

“Hey Sain! Wait up!” yelled a yellow armored paladin with long emerald green hair that covered his eyes. Sain, the green armored knight who boasts in his lancing skills and flitting skills to match, turned around and waited for his comrade to catch up. “You, Lowen, is it? Stop following me, and mind your own business” Sain said sharply. “What business? I have nothing to do, just like you. Kent told me you would most likely be looking for girls and just decided to follow you.” Lowen said. “So, there is another person in this army who is interested in what I’m doing?” Sain thought. “……and have something to eat. What do you say Sain? Do you want to come?” Lowen asked. Sain had no idea what Lowen said while he was thinking and just nodded dumbly. Lowen brought Sain to a near by inn and bought himself and his newly made friend some lunch. Sain wasn’t hungry. Well, not exactly for food. He wanted someone to love. Kent had Fiora, Lady Lyndis had Rath, and even Guy (the worst flitter around) had some affection from Priscilla. He looked at his reflection on the soup that came with his lunch and then at Lowen. He sighed and poked at mashed potato with his fork. Lowen noticed Sain’s lack of appetite for the day and requested for Sain’s share of food, which the Green Lance gave up without resistance.
Sain sat on his chair absent-mindedly, waiting for Lowen to finish eating. He looked at the inn’s main entrance and found someone that raised his old spirit again. There stood a clergy type mage, dressed in white dress that only came to her thigh. Her long yellow-green hair was rolled up in a bun at the back of her head. Her eyes glittered with innocence and purity. Her face was bright with a never ending smile and joy. But accompanying her was a dull and forceful looking berserker with dark green hair and beard. He wore thick orange armor and a battle axe strapped to his side. The two didn’t look like couples but the berserker definitely looked like he was willing to protect the girl at all cost. Especially from people like Sain. But Sain wasn’t about to back. Of course not, he’s a hero. Right?
Sain got up from the seat and approached the table where the cleric and the berserker occupied. He cleared his throat, sat down on a chair next to the lady and said, “Good day to lady. May I have the honor and buy you and your friend here a drink?” The girl looked surprised at this knight’s sudden offer but the axe wielder’s face didn’t flinch. “Su….sure. Tha….thank you. Your name is?” the girl said hesitating before every word. “My name is Sir Sain, the Green Lance of Caelin.” Sain said proudly, “And you, beautiful lady?” “Oh, my name is L’Arachel of Rausten. And this is my royal body guard, Dozla.,” L’Arachel blushed at Sain’s flatter and as she introduced Dozla, he did a small vow. “Rausten. Never heard of this place before. Where is this Rausten?” Sain asked. “Young lad, you have not heard of the second richest kingdom of Magvel? Shame upon you.” The huge berserker and gave a grunt. “And where is Caelin, young lad? I’ve never heard of a placed called so in my long life.” “Oh, to get to Caelin, you must cross the seas from Magvel. Pretty far. I and my comrades came here through Cpt. Fargus’ ship. Its on the dock around here, getting repaired.” Sain explained to the two. “Comrades? You mean you guys are mercenaries?” Dozla said with interest. “Yeah. There are about forty of us. All bound to our lords.” Sain said. “I see.” Dozla said. The two nodded and seemed to be doing a lot of think. “Well, I must go now. If you need me, Lady L’Arachel, expect me to be on the boat from now on.” He told the clergy mage and turned to his knight friend. “Yo, Lowen! Let’s go now. Maybe we can give Fargus a hand.” The yellow armored knight hurried from his seat and ran as fast as his legs can carry him to catch up to Sain. As he came to Sain he said, “Sain, next time we come out of the ship, remember two things: second lunch and horse.” The two knights walked back to their ship. The bond of friendship grew between the Green Lance and the Swift Knight.
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To reader: I'm sorry for this chapter. Its the slowest one.

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Chapter 3: Harbor’s Greatest Gambling Scandal
Guy and Matthew’s story

“Hey Guy! This way!” Matthew said while panting. The poor myrmidon followed his friend through the small alley. Behind the two followed few fighters and a warrior. “I’ll try to hold them back. You run with the money!” Guy yelled and tossed a bag of gold to his swift friend. Guy drew his killing edge, turn around and dashed toward the fighters. Although Guy’s actions were spontaneous, the axe wielding men were already ready for this. The fighters halted, drew their hatchets and hurl them at once to the running myrmidon. Guy’s eyes widened at the sight of the numerous axes coming straight at him, ready to cut him to pieces. Guy quickly gave up strength on his legs and let himself slide. All he had to do was block a single hatchet and lounge again. So he blocked the oncoming hatchet and stood back on his legs. But the warrior, behind all the fighters, aimed a bow at him. The silver bow was pointing straight a Guy’s left leg. The warrior let go of the string which made a ‘twang’ sound and launched the arrow in a forceful speed. At a nick of time, Guy let himself drop again. He somersaulted away from the angry mob and ran towards where his assassin friend took off to. His head was filled with the thought of not trusting Matthew from the beginning….

“Come on Guy! You’re the only one who can help me.” Matthew said to Guy. “No, I don’t trust you.” Guy said and looked away. Matthew quickly moved to where Guy faced. “Come on! Why not? I said I’ll even write a contract for it. You know I’d keep my words.” Matthew pleaded to Guy. Matthew had the about-to-cry face on. Guy couldn’t resist a request with that face on, no matter what gender. As a sacaean warrior, he couldn’t just look away from a helpless person. But Matthew, he over used that look.
“Alright! I’ll help you. So what am I supposed to do?” Guy said finally. Smile casted upon Matthew’s face and said, “It’s simple. You just play look out while I do some gambling with these ‘gentlemen’ on the harbor.” Matthew said slyly. “And I’ll make sure we share 50-50 on the winnings.” So Guy guarded a warehouse entrance that Matthew went into. “Sigh. What did I get myself into this time?” Guy said to himself and thought about how to win Priscilla’s heart with out being cut to ground meat by Raven. Then, Matthew suddenly leaped out of the door. He was holding few bags of money. He handed a bag to Guy and grabbed Guy’s arm with his spare hand. “Run you myrmidon!” Matthew yelled as he tugged at Guy. Guy, still trying to figure out what’s going on, got back on his rightful balance and started following Matthew in a quick pace. “Matthew! What going on! Why are we running?” Guy asked while trying to catch up to the nimble spy. “Those guys and I were just having a fair game of poker. And I got accused of having some cards under my cloak. Long story,” Matthew replied shortly. “Don’t tell me you got caught cheating in poker!” Guy yelled furiously at his friend. Behind the two followed the angry crowd of gamblers. “Hey Guy! This way!” Matthew said while panting….

“Dead end?! Then where is Matthew?” Guy said. He panicked at the sight of a huge wall stopping his path. “grab the rope Guy!” a voice said from above. It sounded like Matthew. So he obeyed and climbed the rope to the roof. When he got to the top, the quick assassin rolled up the rope so no one may use it against the two. “How in the world did you get up here?” Guy asked while trying to catch his breath. “Thief skill 101. We could jump on walls. Two parallel walls like the one over there, perfect for quick getaway.” Matthew explained to Guy. “You got to teach ME that some day. I’ll need to know everything I can to become a great swordsman.” Guy said in his proud voice. “Sure, I’ll teach you to pick pocket while you are at it.” Matthew teased the Sacaen. The two jumped around the roof top, looking for a safe place to land on and spent the night in a warm quiet room with their so called “hard earned” money.

Back at the warehouse……

“Colm, this is the place I’m talking about.” said Rennac as he entered the warehouse. But when he entered the gambling site, he saw that no one was in the warehouse, except his former partner rogue. “What happened to this place?” Rennac asked his old friend. “We all got robbed. The rest of the fellows went home but I wanted to stay and wait for you. So you won’t be wandering in the dark hours.” said the rouge. “Thank you, dear friend. Tell me, who doing was this? Who dared rob men at our gambling warehouse?” Rennac said. “A assassin and a swordsman, I believe. The rumor says it that the two call themselves Guy and Matthew.” answered the rogue friend. “I will report this robbery to Lord Ephraim. And good luck to you friend.” Rennac said and left the warehouse with Colm, the blue assassin.
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Sorry for the slow posting, Core told me to pace myself. For the reader's sake. And I thought I already posted this one. Odd......

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Chapter 4: Camping
Dart, Wil, and Rebecca’s Story

Coming up the mountain were two snipers and a berserker. They all carried a bag full of food and items. “Can you tell me again, why we have to go up this mountain?” the berserker complained as he climbed the steep hills of the mountain. “No, but it’s for the joy of the exercise and relaxing your mind and body.” One of the snipers said. He wore blue clothing and a blue bow, made for traveling and hunting so it wasn’t as big as the usual battle bow. “I don’t feel much relaxed right now,” Dart said and wiped the sweat of his face. Rebecca let out a girly giggle and fastened her pace. “Dart, you changed so much over the years. You used to love camping.” Rebecca said. “Well, I couldn’t find a good mountain to climb in my spare time sailing with Fargus.” Dart defended himself. “Whatever. At least you find excuses like Dan.” Wil said and followed Rebecca. Rebecca let out another giggle.
“Come on guys, slow down!” Dart said. He started running toward the two snipers but tripped over a loose tree root and tripped. The two watched the pirate fall and expected him to get on his feet again but he didn’t. “Er, do you think he past out?” Wil said bluntly. “Oh, I hope not. Dart!” Rebecca said worried and ran back to her regained brother. Wil also followed Rebecca and quickly took out a bottle of elixir. “Turn him over so I can feed him some of this.” Wil said. The girl obeyed and saw Dart smiling at the two of them. “I got you! I can’t believe the trick worked!” said Dart, laughing. At sight of this, both of the snipers punched the pirate’s stomach.

“So how’s the dinner?” Wil asked. He was eating his own share of the wild deer he shot in the woods. “It’s alright. I can’t believe you would kill that poor deer.” Dart said in a teasing voice. “Like how you cut that poor mage’s throat that was guarding the side entrance, right?” Wil said. He wasn’t going to lose to his old friend in an argument. “Hey, that’s different! That mage came up to me casting Elfire everywhere. I think he could’ve taken the whole Black Fang army down by himself if I didn’t stop him.” Dart said. “So ‘Dark’, you killed that ‘poor little mage’ to save some black fang’s rogues?” Wil said as he smiled. It was a smile of victory. Victory over their little conversation. Wil knew Dart couldn’t keep his cools if he called Dart “Dark.” Dart took out his water bottle and opened it, only to find it empty. He frowned in disappointment. “Here, you can have mine.” Dart’s little sister, Rebecca handed him her bottle of water and took Dart’s bottle. “I’ll go get some water. There is a stream somewhere around here.” “Can you get me some, while you are at it?” Wil said, handing her his empty bottle after finishing it. “And I’ll go look for some more firewood.” Wil said as he stood up. The two snipers left Dart into the woods. The pirate watched them go and started devouring his portion of food.
Dart had his food half way down the throat when he choked by the sound of two screams. A male and a female, Wil and Rebecca. Dart emptied the bottle of water he got from his sister and relieved himself from the stationary food in his throat. His mind struggled to choose from the choices given to him: save Rebecca or save Wil. His mind made a quick decision, go for Rebecca. Dart wished Wil all the luck possible and ran towards the stream.

Rebecca stood on the bank of the stream, paralyzed by fear. In front of her were wolfish looking creatures. And in the middle, was a three-headed wolf. They growled furiously and barked at her. It was only a matter of time before one of the animals jumped at her, and cut her to shreds. She slowly reached for her pink bow and an arrow from her quiver. All she thought in her head was “No sudden movements.” But Dart helped her with that. The pirate jumped out of the woods with his axes drawn. Immediately, the wolfish animals leaped towards Dart, but the three headed one went towards Rebecca. Rebecca wasted no second and placed the arrow on the sting. She pulled and shot the arrow. But the beast’s quick reflexes allowed him to dodge her launched arrow. The three headed wolf landed on its four legs and leaped to attack Rebecca once again. She knew it was too late for her to fire another arrow, so she helplessly put up her bow, hoping with little faith that it might block the angry beast from its vicious attack.
As the feral beast came in contact with Rebecca, one of its head bit her on her bow arm, two arrows flew from her left and struck the wolf on its ribs. The animal flinched, and let its jaws loose from Rebecca’s arm. It turned and faced to see what in this whole forest would dare shoot an arrow into it. From where the arrow came flying stood Wil. His short hunting bow pointed straight at Rebecca’s attacker. On the string of the bow were three arrows. The wolf stepped into a dash Wil fired his three arrows at once. Not even the beast’s great reflexes could have gotten it out of Wil’s triple shot that has been aimed so well. Two arrows struck the wolf’s two front legs and one struck one of its head. The wolf fell and tumbled. “Loser,” Wil shouted at his fallen victim with a smile, and turned his back to race to Rebecca. Little did he know, the other two heads of the monster were still alive. It kicked it’s hind legs to avenge it’s body mate. “Wil! Behind you!” Rebecca yelled as she pointed at the jumping monster. Wil felt a chill run down his spine. He had let his guard down. He turned and swung his bow to whatever was behind him, and he succeeded in hitting it. “Ow! What was that for?” said Dart. Behind Wil was Dart, who has saved his best friend from the fangs of the three headed wolf, with his two axes on the floor and holding his head where Wil bow struck his head. “Geez Wil! I save you from that monster and you repay me by giving me a blinding headache with your bow?” Dart yelled, still holding his head. “Oops, I didn’t see you there. I thought you were that thing over there.” Wil said and he ran his fingers through his hair. “Over confident as always, huh? Just like that time when you thought you had that crazy druid with the Luna.” Dart criticized Wil but Wil wasn’t listening. He walked over to Rebecca. “How’s your arm?” Wil asked as he examined the girl’s bitten arm. “It’s alright, just sting when I’m trying to move it.” Rebecca replied. Wil nodded and took out a vial of transparent blue liquid. Here’s some elixir. Drink it. Wil handed the vial to Rebecca, and she gulped a mouth full of the liquid.
Wil searched his back and took out a roll of cloth. He ripped some and covered Rebecca’s would to prevent further infection and to speed up recovery. Wil stood up and said to Dart “Hey Dart! I don’t think Rebecca can go on anymore. You want to head down back to the harbor?” “Yeah, why not. Camping isn’t really my thing, especially in a wood full of distorted wolfs that are willing to bite my sister.” Dart said, poking at the dead corpses of the wolves with his axe. Suddenly, Rebecca bursted into tears. “I’m so sorry. If I kepted my mouth shut, this wouldn’t have all happened. I’m always a burden to you two.” Rebecca said. “Hey, hey. It’s not your fault. If you didn’t scream, who would have thought of coming to rescue you?” Dart tried to comfort her. “I would have went to go check on Wil.” There was a moment of silnce. Only thing that could’ve been heard was the cry of Rebecca. She began to calm down when Dart blurted out, “By the way, why did you scream Wil?” “Oh, that. Remember I was going to get some fire wood? A squirrel jumped on my head while I was picking up a twig and I thought it was a ghost or something.” Wil said. Rebecca giggled. She wiped her tears off her face with the back of her hand and Dart gave his old pal an “Are-You-Out-Of-Your-Mind?” face. So Wil added something to his sentence that sounded a lot like “I’m serious!” “Whatever Wil. I’ll remember to take you camping again sometime. And of course with you Rebecca.” Dart said, smiling at both of them.

The next day, the three campers packed up and headed down the mountain. Their feet were light that day and reached their ship by evening, where they told their lords about the incident in the woods and got Lucius to properly heal Rebecca.
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I have so forgotten about this. I'm really sorry.

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Chapter 5: Heroes of Both Sides
Harken and Isadora’s Story

“That place has some nice cooks, don’t you think Isadora?” Harken said as he walked out of the restaurant with Isadora. The couple had just finished their meal in one of the harbor’s best restaurant and now headed for a inn to stay in until their ship was fixed. The lady paladin, Isadora, nodded in agreement and walked by her love’s side. It was late, most workers were home, sleeping. It was also the time when thieves, stalkers, assassins, and bandits worked at. Around the hour when the gambling warehouse got robbed. Around the time when two archers and a pirate got attacked by a group of Demon King’s minions. Harken, the troubled warrior, and Isadora, the Escort of Phaerae were walking in an alley, a short cut to the inn they were heading toward, when they saw a couple, just like them, in distress. A bright pink haired girl, looked like a myrmidon by the way she dressed and a guy in armor and a huge shield on his back, like Harken himself.
The young couple was surrounded by a band of bandits. “-so just hand over the money and we’ll be gone.” Finished one of the bandits by the time Harken and Isadora arrived at the scene. “You cowards! Two on fifteen is most definitely out of order!” Harken, the brave knight, scolded the outlaws. “I will take on any of you before you land blows on those two!” And Harken drew his sword and his shield and got into his fighter’s stance. “Sir, I’m wishing you would leave us with this. We can take care of ourselves. These bandits mean no harm to us.” The hero said behind the men. “No! Leave these unchivalrous men to me!” At the sound of Harken’s powerful voice, the bandits backed in fear. One foolish bandit lounged towards the ready knight with his axe up. Harken blocked it with his shield and swiftly kicked the bandit in the stomach. The axe wielder was forced to move back by the kick, giving Harken enough time to take the breath out of his opponent.
“Whose next?” Harken said. His voice was cold as ice that gave chill to the remaining band of bandits. Harken gave a sharp glare and held up his sword. “Leave now if you want to see another light of day, you outlaws.” Harken gave the final warning. At this, the bandits’ had nothing to lose. One on fourteen wasn’t a bad number. And how dare this knight mock them at their scene of crime? The whole band turn to Harken and dashed while drawing their weapons. Harken only smirked as if he had been waiting for them to jump at him. “Here’s something I learned as a black fang!” Harken yelled. He put away his sword and grabbed his shield with both hands. And abruptedly, hurled it at the men running to strike at him. “Shield boomerang!”
Harken’s shield returned to him. It was smothered in blood. The blood of the knight’s fallen foes. From the back, the pink haired myrmidon and her hero friend only watched in amaze as this man took out a hold group of thieves by himself. Isadora, who has been watching the whole time but with her lance out, drew closer to him and handed the knight a hankerchief. “Harken, don’t forget. You are still a knight. Wipe your weapon after a battle. Always.” She said. “Of course. How can I forget?” Harken answered back and smiled. Then he turned to the half frightened couple he have just rescued from the bandits. The two flinched before Harken even said anything. Harken also gave them a hearty smile. “You kids alright?” Harken asked. The two looked offended by Harken calling them kids but they didn’t have the heart to talk back to an unknown knight that took out fifteen men with one blow.
Gerik opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out of it. Harken gave out a friendly laugh. “Alright, I’ll introduce myself first.” Said Harken. He has taken their lack of communication for shyness. “I’m Harken, a knight of Phaerae and this is Isadora, also a knight of Phaerae.” The knot in Gerik’s tongue finally smoothened and allowed him to speak before the mighty knight. “I’m Gerik, a mercenary. And this is Marisa. She’s also a mercenary at my rank.” Gerik introduced himself and his comrade. Marisa gave a small bow that made Isadora bend also.

The four warriors entered an inn and sat down to talk. Isadora brought warm cups of rum for everyone. “So, how did you get into that mess.” Harken asked Gerik and Marisa. “Well, our story starts in our camp……”

It was a cool, breezy morning. The sun was making it’s way up. Gerik and Marisa got up for their usual morning jogs. “Where’s Ewan? Didn’t he say he wanted to exercise with us?” Gerik asked Marisa. “Let the kid sleep. He must be tired after the long journey.” Marisa replied. The two were ready to leave when they heard someone come out of the tent. The two turned only to find their group leader, Ephraim, coming out of his tent. “You there, Gerik right?” Ephraim called to the mercenary. “Yes my lord. Need anything?” Gerik replied formally and politely. “Whoa, whoa. Don’t be so formal around here. Just call me Ephraim.” The prince of Renais said at his mercenary’s sudden act of formality. “Yes, Prince Ephraim. As you command.” Gerik said with a bow. Ephraim gave a glare. Anyway, I had a report on few robbery at the harbor from Rennac. I thought someone at your rank be the best for this mission. So, will you go and track these thieves down?” Ephraim asked the former guild master. “Of course my lord.” Gerik said. Ephraim flinched at the word “my lord.” “Alright. According to Rennac, you two are af-“ “Us two?” Gerik interrupted Ephraim. “Yes, I thought Marisa would’ve be with you in this.” Ephraim replied. “Oh, of course Prince Ephraim.” Gerik said with his head looking at his boots. Gerik’s formality really ticked Ephraim’s nerves, but it was better than his knight, Forde’s attitude towards him. “As I was saying. You two are after an assassin and a swordsman. One’s name is Matthew and the other’s name is Guy. Harken and Isadora’s eyes widened at the sound of the names. “The Ostian spy and the Sacaen swordsman? It couldn’t be them. It just couldn’t. They must have been some other Matthew and Guy. Hopefully the rest of the descriptions won’t match.” Harken thought. “The swordsman is said to be in aqua green swordmaster’s robe with matching hair, eyes, and headband. The assassin was in a red cloak, has dark blonde hair, leaf green sleeveless shirt and white pants.” Ephraim explained. Gerik nodded and headed over to Marisa and explained his situation.

“This is trouble. If This Ephraim guy’s army is as big as Gerik says so, we might be in for a big fight.” Harken thought. He also saw the same fear in Isadora’s face. “So, do you know anything about those two? I highly doubt someone as honorable as you being anyway related to those thieves but it wouldn’t hurt to ask.” Gerik asked and took a sip of the rum. Harken’s mind struggled to do the right thing, but he couldn’t figure out which was the right thing. Tell the truth or lie. As a knight he couldn’t lie. “Actually Gerik, I do know them and-“ Harken only began to talk when Gerik suddenly stood up, drew his weapon, and pointed it directly at the sitting knight. “You foul being! How can someone at your standards be associated with those burglars!” Gerik roared in rage. How could have this man, someone who he have look up to for the part hour, be the one he and his former guildsman was looking for? “Gerik! Do calm down. You are making a scene in a public inn.” Harken scolded but in a quiet manner. “Look Gerik. I do know those troublemakers, but I’m not related in their plan. Actually, I haven’t heard from them after we left the boat.” The Desert Tiger lowered his sword. It was pointing at the knight but not directly. “Look, Gerik. I’m also as chivalrous as you are. I’ll have a talk with Guy and Matthew and try to get the money back, if they haven’t used it all. I swear upon my sword and my crest.” Harken said. A knight’s swear upon his sword and crest was considered one of the highest type of promise. Gerik, even though he was a mercenary, learned enough through his career to know at least this much. “Alright. But I’ll have to report the ship to Prince Ephraim.” Gerik said and left the inn. Marisa followed him out to the dark night. “I guess we should go back to the ship.” Isadora said and sighed. “And when we do, I’ll take care of those two youngsters myself.” Harken said, patting his scabbard.

The night drew darker and the two knights headed back to their two marquesses. Harken knew exactly what to tell Eliwood. But he wasn’t sure if it was the best thing to say at the time being. All he could do was wish for all this trouble to end well, for both sides.
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I'm really sorry for the delay, but I'm still human and I forgot and I was in camp without internet connection. T^T

So forgive me and read the chapter. (You probably already have read it if you got down here)

[MageKirby]

Bull in a Library
Canas, Erk, and Helen’s Story

It was broad day, the weather was fine, and the sea was calm. Three magicians walked through the crowded streets of the harbor, trying to reach the library. “Come on lady Helen, we don’t want to lose you in the crowd.” Erk tugged the tactician’s arm towards the way he was headed. Behind her followed Canas, a druid who the descendant of the hermit. “Oh, but pull me too fast. I might trip over someone. And please be at ease when you talk to me.” Helen said as she chased the young sage who couldn’t wait to get to the library. From behind, the druid pursued as fast as his feet carried him. “Wait up for me you two!”

They finally made it to the harbor’s biggest library. “How….do….you two….run…so…fast?” Canas said, taking a deep breath after each word. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I forgot about you. Here, have a drink.” Helen said and gave the druid her share of water. “Sorry, but I do forget. What are we here to research again?” Canas asked, his repiration returned to normal pace. “Some legendary magic tombs we got after our last battle. Two from Athos; Forblaze and aureola. And an Excalibur, a Gespenste, and a Luce. And we got them right here in our bag.” Erk said as he patted his bag full of tombs. As Erk reached for the door a girl bumped into him, causing him to fall on his rear end. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” Erk said to the girl. She had short purple hair and dressed like a mage. She gave him a sharp look and rushed into the library. “Some manners she has.” Erk muttered. “Erk, are you alright?” Helen said, helping him get back to his feet. “No need to stay out here when there are readings to be done.” Canas said and entered the building. “I guess he’s right. Let’s go Helen.” Said Erk, and the two followed the druid into the library.

“Any luck Helen?” Erk asked from the other side of the shelf. “Nothing.” The tactician replied. “And you?” Erk said to Canas. “Nothing that we are looking for.” Canas answered. “Can we ask the librarian now, Erk?” Helen asked. “Alright, but this will be the only time we do.” Erk replied. Erk had a thing for asking directions or for help. He didn’t like asking for help with his studies unless it was his teacher, lord Pent.
The tactician walked over to the librarian who was fix some books left on a shelf. “Um, excuse me, can you tell me where I can find books about Ancient Magic Tombs?” Helen asked politely to the librarian. The kind librarian led the tactician towards a section in the library with old dusty scrolls and the two scholars followed. “Here are everything in this library about Tombs and Weapons. I hope that helped.” The librarian gave Helen a smile and walked away. The former mage smiled back and went back to her searching. Erk and Canas joined in and looked for books about their ancient Tombs. “So Erk, this wasn’t so bad. I hope this-““Found it! Right here.” Erk interrupted Helen’s playful lecture on how Erk should learn to ask for help.
The three stared at the page for sometime until Erk suddenly said, “This can’t be right!” Canas and Helen nodded. “Yes, Erk has a point. It says here that our Excalibur has been on this continent all it’s life and still in the castle of Jehanna. Where ever that is.” Canas said. “And here, it says there is only one copy of this tomb in the world. But rest of the description fits. How it is castes, how the magic is shaped, formed, then attacks.” Canas finished, then a girl with purple hair, dressed in a magician’s clothes appeared from the section behind where the three scholars were reading. “Will you three keep it down in the library? Me and my friend can’t concentrate. But what can I expect from a low leveled trio of mages.” The girl said. She just hit Erk’s sensitive spot; no one made a fool out of him except lord Pent. “Low leveled?! I’ll show you whose low leveled!” Erk said. His tone was ice cold, his magic was focused, and he reached out for his Fimbulvetr which the tactician swiftly took it way from the sage’s reach. The purple haired girl knew exactly how to react. She went back to where she was studying and got her tomb, following her was a young clergy with orange hair. “Lute, what are you doing? Come-. Oh, hello there.” The bishop greeted but Erk replied it with a sharp glare. “Do you know her?” Erk asked, pointing at Lute. “Um, kind of. She’s my friend and-.” “Good, take her and get out of my sight.” Erk cut the young bishop off.
At that point, Lute snapped also. “Don’t talk to my friend like that you elementary magician!” Lute yelled at Erk. “Hey Lute, calm down-““I’ll do as I please with out some stuck up kid telling me what to do or not!” Erk yelled back and interrupted the bishop again. “Erk, keep your voice down. We’re still in a library.” Canas said but Erk didn’t here him. “Oh yeah? If I’m just a little kid, why don’t you challenge me in a duel? Or are you too afraid to lose to a prodigy like myself?” Lute challenged the mage. “Those were the word I’ve been waiting for. You’re on!” Erk said and grabbed a Fimbulvetr tomb from Helen and walked out of the library. Following him was Lute, with an Elfire tomb in her hand.
The tactician quickly ran up to her friend and tried to persuade him. “Erk, please don’t do this. You have nothing to prove to this two.” ”That girl just defiled lord Pent’s name. I’ll not just sit and watch it happen. Not after what he has done for me.” Erk said, and it sounded like the end of his decision. “Ready to lose?” Lute said. Erk cleared his mind of all other outer things and started chanting his magic. The two purple haired mages were evenly matched. Lute’s casting was much quicker but Erk conjured his Fimbulvetre just in time to block the Elfire and send his whirlwind straight at Lute. Lute moved quickly and dodged Erk’s attack at a nick of time. “Not bad for a foreigner.” Lute said. “I was about to say the same thing, islander.” Erk quickly replied to Lute’s remark. “Allow me to show you the full potential of a Prodigy.” Lute said and started to chant her magic and Erk followed. “Excalibur!” Both of the mages executed at the same time. At the sound of their cry, the wind shifted. The wind started to shape into a curved blade. It shined green from its edges. And the two blade like magic lounged toward each other, canceling themselves out to mere breeze. The two mages were out of options. Their best magic has been equally matched. Lute waited for Erk to make the next move, and she would follow.
“This girl is good. Other magic won’t work on her if Excalibur hasn’t. Unless….” Erk thought. He took out a bright red tomb from his bag and focused all his magic. “Hopefully this magic will work.” Erk continued to extract his magic. Lute watched in confusion for this boy from some other continent was using a magic she have never seen before. “Forblaze!” Erk yelled. Both Canas and Helen were surprised at Erk’s choice of magic. “Erk stop!” the druid said, trying to stop the sage from severely harming Lute. The attempt was useless, it was too late. The atmosphere around them turned hot and dry. The dust started to rise up. The floor under Lute began to grow immensely hot; it was time for Forblaze’s climax. The tactician and the druid had only little time if they wanted to save the mage girl. Helen quickly took out a barrier staff and coated Canas in a magic shield. Canas ran towards Lute with a tomb in his hand and stood infront of Lute and began to chant. “Gespenst!” the Druid yelled. The sky turned dark and the air became thick. At normal casting of this magic, there should’ve been an offensive part to this but Canas’s magic was dispelled by Erk’s Forblaze. The air started to soften and the clouds moved away. Forblaze and Gespenst cushioned each other. The sky cleared and the quarrel was stopped, kind of.
“Whew. I thought I wouldn’t make it in time.” Canas said, collapsing to his knees. Erk staggered toward Canas and collapsed also on his arms. But it wasn’t a fall of exhaustion, it looked like pain. “Oh, you can’t be serious. Not again.” Canas muttered and got back on his feet. He ran towards the fallen sage and chanted a magic transfer. “Erk, I must tell, stop pushing your limits like that. You probably got magic transferred from every mages in our army.” Canas said to Erk and glanced at the tactician. “Especially a lot from her and lord Pent.” Erk gave off a grin and finally stood back on his feet.
On the other side, Lute sat on her knees, staring blankly into the streets. “Such power…not even I was able to defeat him. But the others were equally good. Maybe I’m not a-““Hey Lute! Are you alright?” Artur called from behind and cut off Lute’s thought. Lute turn and faced her friend. She finally opened her mouth and said, “Artur? Did you see those three? They were…amazing. Maybe even better than me.” ”Lute I-“Artur tried to comfort his friend but the sage had more to say. “Maybe they are better than me. Maybe I’m not a prodigy. I should ask for their assistance in my studies, so one day I can beat them.” Lute said and looked up. The sage, the druid, and the tactician have disappeared from their spot.
In the end, there were no winner or loser, but Erk and Lute learned something that day. Something that will guide them throughout their lives. And the other three, they’ve learned not to get on the sages’ nerves.

Moral of the Chapter: Don’t mess with nerds.
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Hiya. Enjoy this one. Things are getting better. Much better.

[MageKirby]

Chapter 6.5: Just a Little Flashback
Helen’s past story

It was finally the day, the day of graduation. This was the time for young training mages to be chosen by their teachers and be taught one on one. Some of the kids were nervous, and some were excited. These times are always special for young mages but this year was especially tense, lord Pent, the one who holds the title Living Legend, was looking to find an apprentice to pass on his knowledge of magic to a student in the Arcane Institution of Magic.

Erk was excited to get a new master and have a step further in the knowledge of magic. He was hoping to become a sage’s apprentice. Helen, Erk’s best friend in the academy, wasn’t so sure of her future. She was nervous and scared of the choosing. She wanted to be with Erk but deep inside her, she knew she’ll be separated with her friend. She wasn’t as good with her nature magic as Erk was. The only thing she was skilled at was healing, and only clergies’ in training were allowed to master heal at her age, she have chosen to be a mage. And even if she was as good as Erk, the teachers only chose one apprentice at a time. All these idle thoughts only made Helen nervous and uneasy. Then the bell rang.
The time came for testing. According to the school rules, each student must take a written two written tests and three active tests. The two written test tested the student on their knowledge (the first test) and to see their judgments and what they consider moral to see which type of magic suits them the best (the second test). The active test checks for the three main division of magic: Ancient, Nature, and Holy (males are only allowed to use offensive holy magic like Lightning and females only supportive like Heal at their young age). The teacher came in with a hand full of scrolls. She handed them out to each student and sat them on their assigned seats. The testing began.

Hours later, the testing was done and results were being given out. Erk checked his paper in a hurry. His scores were shown as followed:
WT: 82/88
PC: Druid
Ancient: 10/30
Anima: 30/30
Holy: 5/30
New Teacher: Pent
Erk couldn’t believe his eyes. He, a training mage, just became a student of the legendary sage, Lord Pent. It was his dream come true. With a smile on he looked over to Helen, who was too scared to look into the paper and handed it to Erk. Erk read for her:
WT: 88/88
PC: Valkyrie
Ancient: 5/30
Anima: 24/30
Holy: 25/30
New Teacher: Silver
“Silver? Who’s Silver?” Erk asked Helen. The girl only answered back with a shake of a head. Erk thought for a moment and walked up to his former teacher and asked, “Um, Miss Veldra, who is the teacher Silver?” So Erk teacher replied, “She’s healer/tactician. A tactician is someone who plans a battle before they march in. It’s a very hard and uncommon job. And obviously that’s not your teacher so you don’t have to worry about it.”
The young mage turned and walked back to his friend. Helen was waiting with a worried faced. “We-well?” her voice was trembling in fear. Erk paused to think, to think about how to put this news into words that won’t make his friend shed tears. “Well, uh…” Erk couldn’t think of anything but the whole truth. “Well, you have a new teacher now and…” Helen nodded at him and stared back, making Erk even more nervous. “…So your new teacher is Silver and she’s going to teach you to…well…tactic.” Erk finished finally. Helen, however, didn’t seem to be taking it in. “Tactic?” She asked. “Mm-hm. Silver is a tactician.” Erk replied back and nodded. “But…then…she doesn’t teach magic?” Helen asked Erk, tears welled in her eyes again and was just about to flow down her rosy cheeks. Erk was now trying very hard to tell her the truth and to keep her from making a scene. “Well, you’ll have to ask that to Miss Silver yourself. I don’t know anything about her.”
Some appeared behind Helen and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Hello Helen.” The person said. Erk looked up to see who it was. There stood a lady with bright, long silver hair and her light blue eyes shone with a hint of curiosity and knowledge. Her pink lips bent into a smile that partly comforted her pupil. She looked 20 and was fairly tall for her age. She wore leaf green robe, surrounded by a worn out light brown cloak. She had a huge bag on her side, full of books, maps, and navigation tools. Overall, she looked a lot like Helen besides the hair color. “Hel-*hic*-lo,” the lady startled Helen and the little mage started to hiccup. “I’m Silver and I’ll be your new teacher and I hope you finished saying farewell to your handsome friend here. We had to move on.” The tactician said while stroking Helen’s blue hair. Erk said a quick good bye and left with the Living Legend, Pent, and Helen left with Silver.

The two, Helen and Silver, were on their way to the nearest town to the north because the tactician’s shelter was in a mountain range up north. “So Helen, do you having you want to eat?” the silver haired tactician said. Helen replied by shaking her head slowly. “Well hun, you look real down. Is there something wrong?” Silver asked her student. “Well…um…I was thinking and…um…” Helen started to talk but stopped. She was freed from her hiccups by then but she was still nervous around her new teacher. “Go on. You were thinking and…?” “Well, I was thinking if you’ll teach me magic along with tactics.” The little tactician said and she started to start at the ground as they walked. “If you really want to know, I’ll be teaching you some healing magic for emergencies but if you mean anything besides that, I think you have it better than me.” Silver replied and smiled back. Her new apprentice sighed and quickened her pace.

The two tacticians found their way to the mountain range. Four and a half years of training passed and Helen was ready to be a full pledged tactician. The two were in a town near Silver’s home to buy food and other supplies……

“Every time we come here, you act just like when you were a kid.” The silver haired tactician said to her student. Helen only stared back and blushed. However it was true. Every time the two would visit a town full of people, Helen would grab onto her teacher’s arm and wouldn’t let go. Her shyness around people would’ve mistaken her for a pegasus knight. And Silver was only delighted by her pupil’s innocence. Her student reminded her oh herself. And they resembled a lot in personality and physical appearance.
“Well Helen, let’s call it a day.” Silver said. Helen nodded back in agreement. The two found an inn and checked themselves in to a warm cozy room. They had soup and a piece of bread for dinner and went to bed. They could only imagine what kind of disaster would bring them down.

It was 3 in the morning when Helen was violently awakened her teacher. “Helen! Wake up! We have to leave now! Get dressed! Quickly! Quickly!” Silver yelled while shaking the sleeping tactician. Helen had no idea of what was going on. The sky was still dark and her teacher was yelling at her. Her teacher never yelled at her, not even at the most frustrating moments. Even at her state of mind, Helen quickly obeyed her teacher’s words.
Silver grabbed her by the shoulder and leveled her eyes to Helen’s. The two were now face to face. “Helen, I want you to run as fast as possible to the nearest town. Warn them about a raid from mountain bandits. I’ll join you later.” The teacher said. “Here’s a map and a bottle of vulnery.” “But. What about you?” Helen asked. She was started to understand the seriousness of the situation. “There are wounded men downstairs. I need to aid them.” The tactician said hand took out a healing staff from her bag. “I will assist you.” The blue haired tactician stated. “And I believe you haven’t had a final test yet I believe.” Silver said, ignoring Helen. “This is the final exam. Get to the next village before the bandits do.”

They left the inn and ran to the rear gate of the town which wasn’t yet overrun by thieves. “Helen, I loved having your company. You were like a daughter to me and I like a mom to you. Now we part here, if we never meet again I just want you to know that I’ve learned so much from you and I’ll always cherish my times with you.” As soon as Silver finished her sentence, she ran into the darkness of the night. Helen also did not waste a minute but also didn’t hold back her tears. She never reunited with her teacher again.

She traveled in the dark to where the town should be. Her legs felt weak and her eyelids were heavy. She was only a mile or so away from the town the, but it looked as if there was no end to her road. She knew see was there. Few more steps were in her mind when her legs finally gave in. She lost all hope and collapsed. Next to where she lied was a tan colored one-man tent. Helen’s story was only beginning……
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An explanation to MY character, Helen.

[Scary Fan Girl]

Hmm. . . I haven't read this, but I have a few comments:

+ Everytime someone speaks, hit the enter key and make it a new paragragh, it's neater that way.
+ make shorter paragraghs, they're quite messy and hard to read.
+ Make your chapetrs a little longer.

And yeah. . . *whacked* Sorry, just trying to help. ^^;;

[MageKirby]

Hmm. . . I haven't read this, but I have a few comments:

+ Everytime someone speaks, hit the enter key and make it a new paragragh, it's neater that way.
+ make shorter paragraghs, they're quite messy and hard to read.
+ Make your chapetrs a little longer.

And yeah. . . *whacked* Sorry, just trying to help. ^^;;

+I think that comes in only in long conversations between 2 people or in conversations where the speech can definately tell who the speaker is.
+I tried T^T I still dont get how HTML paragraphing works.
+It gets longer, dont worry. These are my old chapters, when I just STARTED writing. It gets better.
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Chapter 7: People of Equal Ranks
Hector and Eliwood’s story

“For the last time! Oswin! Marcus! We can take care of ourselves!” the Ostian Marquess erupted. The two knights only stared back. This only boiled Hector’s blood even more. The blue haired marquess could only take so more that he grabbed his friend and sprinted as fast as his legs would allow him to move. The Armad wielder ran around the harbor with Eliwood for few minutes and stopped to catch his breath.
“Hey Eliwood. *breathes* Do you think we got rid of them?” Hector asked while taking in air as much as possible. The Marquess of Phaerae couldn’t even reply. “Lacking endurance? I do not believe my practices would weaken you so much Lord Hector.” Said a deep, elderly voice from behind the two marquesses. There stood Marcus and Oswin grinning at their lords.

“So my young lords, where should we visit first?” Marcus, who was now leading the two young nobles, asked the marquesses. “Well, Merlinus did give us a list of weapons he wanted us to get.” Eliwood said, taking out a piece of paper from his bag. “That should mean we are heading for the armory first.” Hector said, he’s finally caught up with his breath. The blue armored knight shoved everyone that stood in his way until he reached the weapon dealer’s house.

“This is outrageous!” Hector yelled at the clerk. “Hector, control yourself.” Eliwood said, trying to calm his friend from fighting the store’s clerk. “But Eliwood, do you not agree with me? How could such weapons cost so much?” Hector said, still speaking in his outdoor voice. “Aye, I agree with you old friend, but you cannot quarrel every time you find something at dislike. Sometimes you must amend.” The red haired marquess explained to his companion. However this did not work as well as he thought it would.
“Sir, I think you are making a scene in the public. I wouldn’t mind if you would lower your voice a bit.” Said a person standing at the door. He wore a long lance on his back. His emerald green hair went where the wind went. He was armored fairly in a suit with equal color as his hair. Hector stared back at the man. Eliwood would only imagine what his friend was capable of doing at the moment. He only watched helplessly as the axe wielder walked over to the emerald green man. As Hector opened his mouth Eliwood thought of all the horrid words Hector might say to that poor man. “Oh, I’m sorry; I did not mean to cause trouble.” This really killed Eliwood. How could his best friend not listen to him and listen to some foreign stranger? “It’s alright. Now that you’ve seem to have calmed down, my name is Ephraim.” The spearman said, holding out his right hand. “The name’s Hector. This is my buddy Eliwood, and those are my nannies Oswin and Marcus.” The blue marquess said and shook Ephraim’s hand. Marcus chuckled lightly at Hector’s sarcasm. It would cost the marquess 150 pushups for that remark.
“So, why were so upset?” the emerald haired prince asked. “Oh, it is nothing. Just a foolish thought of mine.” Hector replied. As the conversation continued, Eliwood, feeling left out, finished the rest of the shopping, knowing the chat could go for hours. “Um, Ephraim, are you done yet?” said a girl walking into the armory. She also had emerald green hair that went down her back. She wore a light upper armor that protected her chest over her red short sleeve shirt. She had a white mini skirt on and long red stockings that covered her legs up to her thighs. She had a fencer’s blade with ancient markings on it tied around her waist.
“Oh, just a moment Eirika. This man has some interesting things to share with us.” Ephraim said to his little sister. At that point, Eirika sensed it too. This conversation wouldn’t end anytime soon. “Brother? Aren’t we behind in our schedule already? We can’t waste our time here.” The girl said, attempting to break up the conversation. Ephraim thought on his sister’s words and finally said, “I guess so. It was nice talking to you sir Hector.” “Lord.” Eliwood muttered. “The pleasure is also mine. And I hope to spar with you one day.” Hector said and shook the lancer’s hand one more time and departed. The two marquesses returned to their ship and received a lecture from Marcus on how they should lengthen their work out time.

Ephraim and Eirika got back to their camp. Ephraim escorted his younger sister to her tent and head to his own. On the way, Ephraim was stopped by his faithful Gerik and his report. Gerik told his lord everything he knew.
“Those thieves! Those filthy pirates! How dare they set their eyes on our land!” Ephraim exploded. “And to think such a man like Hector could be one of them!” Then he turned to Gerik. “Gerik, go tell the other to get ready for a battle tomorrow. We are setting those pirates straight.” Ephraim ordered the mercenary hero. The Desert Tiger obeyed right away. That night, Ephraim thought hard to set up a strategy to bring down Hector’s units. Although he lacked in knowledge of his opponent’s side, the prince of Renais did his best in equipping his units besides Joshua, the Jehanna’s prince who was deeply wounded from combat, and Natasha the healer who volunteered to stay and look after the young prince. “Alright, we strike at midnight.” Ephraim gave his final order.

All of Hector’s units on Fargus’ ship were fast asleep except for a few who stood as guards. It struck midnight, meaning a shift in the guards for the ship. Two knights, one in red and one in green, came out from the ship to change positions with the Falcoknight sisters. At that moment, a fire lit arrow flew from the land and hit the boat. This marked the beginning of the battle in the harbor. Hector was about to get his sparring earlier than he wished.
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Thanks for the comment CT. You are my first critic ^0^ You are really making a name on my list. THanks a load. And I'm waiting for seconds and thirds to help me improve ^^