Fire Emblem Fan Fiction / Fire Emblem Fan Fiction ❯ Fire Emblem: The Dark King ❯ Thinking and Fighting ( Chapter 2 )
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By: mapaha 
The battle involving Max's parents
Anime/Manga: Fire Emblem Fan Fiction / Fire Emblem Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.13.2005 | Updated On: 08.15.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 878 | Visits: 177 | Status: Completed
The battle involving Max's parents
Anime/Manga: Fire Emblem Fan Fiction / Fire Emblem Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.13.2005 | Updated On: 08.15.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 878 | Visits: 177 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2: Thinking and Fighting
As Jira and I left UMTM HQ, I began to feel strange. No girl (besides my mom) has ever even given me a passing glance. It was weird…. What was I thinking? I’m in the middle of a battle. I don’t even have any troops yet!
Suddenly, a heavily armed Pegasus (with two mounted riders, and a box of stuff on the back) flew down from the sky. I couldn’t believe it. It was my parents. My mother dismounted her Pegasus, and my father opened the box behind him, containing his armor, and began to don it.
“M-Mother?” I said in surprise
“I’m sorry we weren’t home for the last few weeks. Your father and I were on a- erm- training… trip…” My mother explained.
My father nodded. He was a man who didn’t speak much, but his skills with swords, lances, and axes made up for it. My father took his axe out of his box. Suddenly, Jira yelled, “Sir! Behind you!” A silent myrmidon had snuck up behind my father. His sword was short, and looked very heavy, because the myrmidon was dragging it along the ground.
“Honey! An armorslayer!” My mom yelled. Apparently, it was just in time. My father darted out of the way, just as my mother swooped in, on her Pegasus, and made quick use of her lance on the myrmidon. I looked over at Jira. She was hiding her face in her hands.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She pointed at the bloody remains of the myrmidon.
“Did you know that man?”
All she did was point and shudder. Then, she uncovered her face from her hands, and said one word
“B-b-blood-d”
I couldn’t believe it. She shared the same fear as me. I had a fear of blood too. I couldn’t stand the sight of it. I wasn’t as extreme as Jira was about it, though. Jira was actually crying. Tears were streaming down her face.
After my mother cleaned up Jira’s face a bit (she can’t stand it when kids cry), we all looked around the battlefield. Carcino’s troops mainly consisted of myrmidons and thieves. Their leader was a rouge. Though the Pegasus knights that were fighting had the upper hand, using lances against swords, their numbers were considerably smaller than the army of Carcino’s.
I made a plan. Jira would command my Father, and I would command my Mother. (My father doesn’t have his own way to fight; he just follows orders, unlike my mom). The battle really heated up, when my parents started the battle. My mother, now and then, would throw javelins, if she didn’t want to overexert her Pegasus too much.
Jira was doing a great job of switching weapons between my father’s lance and sword, not wanting to have one of them break. I did the same. Every now and then, my mother would take out her sword, and hack through a few people. She WAS considerably better with her lance, though.
When all the troops were taken care of, the only one left was the leader.
“Max, you can send your mom in, I think your dad’s weapons are about to break”. Jira yelled across the field to me.
“Ok!” I yelled back
I sent my mom over to the leader. He had long brown hair, and a seemingly always-mad face. His sword was sheathed, so I didn’t know what kind it was. I moved back a few yards, and gave my mom the signal to attack.
She did, but the rouge dodged it. DODGED IT!?!? How? That’s not possible! My mom’s the best Falco Knight in all of Frelia! Suddenly, the rouge unsheathed his sword. The hilt was green, and the blade was long. It was a lancereaver! In one swift move, the rouge attacked my mom, who fell unconscious on the ground. Her left arm was gone. All that it was was a bloody stump. I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly, my father then rushed at the rouge, in an angry rage, wielding his axe. All I can say is… that rouge’s head rolled.
In the hospital, I was all alone, at the bedside of my unconscious mother. My father was tending to his minor wounds. No healers or bishops had come to heal my mother’s arm, and the blood was staining all the blankets and sheets. I had to look away.
Suddenly, the door opened. I was hoping it would be a doctor. It was Jira.
“How’s your mom?”
I said nothing
“I brought her something,” she said quietly “Here”
She handed me a hand-drawn get-well card. I got up from my seat, and took a step towards Jira. I leaned in and hugged her. I rested my head on her shoulder, and sobbed. It was my turn to cry.
Suddenly, a heavily armed Pegasus (with two mounted riders, and a box of stuff on the back) flew down from the sky. I couldn’t believe it. It was my parents. My mother dismounted her Pegasus, and my father opened the box behind him, containing his armor, and began to don it.
“M-Mother?” I said in surprise
“I’m sorry we weren’t home for the last few weeks. Your father and I were on a- erm- training… trip…” My mother explained.
My father nodded. He was a man who didn’t speak much, but his skills with swords, lances, and axes made up for it. My father took his axe out of his box. Suddenly, Jira yelled, “Sir! Behind you!” A silent myrmidon had snuck up behind my father. His sword was short, and looked very heavy, because the myrmidon was dragging it along the ground.
“Honey! An armorslayer!” My mom yelled. Apparently, it was just in time. My father darted out of the way, just as my mother swooped in, on her Pegasus, and made quick use of her lance on the myrmidon. I looked over at Jira. She was hiding her face in her hands.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She pointed at the bloody remains of the myrmidon.
“Did you know that man?”
All she did was point and shudder. Then, she uncovered her face from her hands, and said one word
“B-b-blood-d”
I couldn’t believe it. She shared the same fear as me. I had a fear of blood too. I couldn’t stand the sight of it. I wasn’t as extreme as Jira was about it, though. Jira was actually crying. Tears were streaming down her face.
After my mother cleaned up Jira’s face a bit (she can’t stand it when kids cry), we all looked around the battlefield. Carcino’s troops mainly consisted of myrmidons and thieves. Their leader was a rouge. Though the Pegasus knights that were fighting had the upper hand, using lances against swords, their numbers were considerably smaller than the army of Carcino’s.
I made a plan. Jira would command my Father, and I would command my Mother. (My father doesn’t have his own way to fight; he just follows orders, unlike my mom). The battle really heated up, when my parents started the battle. My mother, now and then, would throw javelins, if she didn’t want to overexert her Pegasus too much.
Jira was doing a great job of switching weapons between my father’s lance and sword, not wanting to have one of them break. I did the same. Every now and then, my mother would take out her sword, and hack through a few people. She WAS considerably better with her lance, though.
When all the troops were taken care of, the only one left was the leader.
“Max, you can send your mom in, I think your dad’s weapons are about to break”. Jira yelled across the field to me.
“Ok!” I yelled back
I sent my mom over to the leader. He had long brown hair, and a seemingly always-mad face. His sword was sheathed, so I didn’t know what kind it was. I moved back a few yards, and gave my mom the signal to attack.
She did, but the rouge dodged it. DODGED IT!?!? How? That’s not possible! My mom’s the best Falco Knight in all of Frelia! Suddenly, the rouge unsheathed his sword. The hilt was green, and the blade was long. It was a lancereaver! In one swift move, the rouge attacked my mom, who fell unconscious on the ground. Her left arm was gone. All that it was was a bloody stump. I couldn’t believe it. Suddenly, my father then rushed at the rouge, in an angry rage, wielding his axe. All I can say is… that rouge’s head rolled.
In the hospital, I was all alone, at the bedside of my unconscious mother. My father was tending to his minor wounds. No healers or bishops had come to heal my mother’s arm, and the blood was staining all the blankets and sheets. I had to look away.
Suddenly, the door opened. I was hoping it would be a doctor. It was Jira.
“How’s your mom?”
I said nothing
“I brought her something,” she said quietly “Here”
She handed me a hand-drawn get-well card. I got up from my seat, and took a step towards Jira. I leaned in and hugged her. I rested my head on her shoulder, and sobbed. It was my turn to cry.