//------------------------------// // Lyn's Story Chapter 6: Tribulations // Story: Emblem of Harmony: The Blazing Sword // by icebraker //------------------------------// “So, Crystal, I know that it’s been awhile since we saw each other...but I promised that I wouldn’t poke my nose into it. You’re your own mare.” a twelve year old yellow unicorn said rather nervously. “It’s just...Ever since we moved here to Canterlot I’ve seen you less and less. I’m worried that you’ve fallen into a bad crowd or something. I..Its hard when you’re gone. Ever since Gambit...Since he...*sniff*” Mark couldn’t finish as his eyes began to water up at the memory. The black pegasus mare’s expression was conflicted as she stood there watching Mark begin to breakdown again. This was the third time this week that Mark had been reduced to tears after the death of Penned Gambit. He had only seen Gambit for 2 months after being apprenticed to the Royal Tactician, Armored Bastion. “Mark, I...I don’t know how to say this-” Crystal began before Mark raised his hoof so that he could speak. “I’m *sniff*, I’m sorry about that. I wanted to talk about me and you, and I’m messing it up.” Mark wiped his face before he reached back and pulled a card and box from his saddlebag. Once those were out, he gave the card to Crystal to read as he set the box down. Her expression remained conflicted. “It’s been 4 years? Yah, 4 years. Since we met, remember?” Mark said as a smile began to form again. “I just...I don’t know when I started to feel this way, but before......you know.......I did some thinking, kinda.” He scratched the back of his head. “Mark I have to tell you-” Crystal began before getting interrupted by Mark (again) “No, no, please I have to get this off my chest.....OK!” Mark inhaled deeply. “RecentlyIdidsomesoulsearchingandIthinkIrealizedthatIlikeyouwillyoupleasebemymarefriend.” Mark said all in one breath before looking to Crystal in anticipation and nervousness of her answer. Crystal Orchid closed her eyes as if in thought. She opened them slowly, sadness radiating from her expression as she set the card onto the box. “Mark, I’m sorry but I only came here to tell you that you......you won’t ever see me again. I’m sorry.” She turned around and leapt into flight. Mark was silent as he watched her go until she was all but a speck, before slowly picking up and opening the card he had bought and written in before the incident. To the best friend a pony could ask for.... Hey, Crystal, I have something important to tell you. I also have a gift that I think you’ll like. It’s been 4 years since we met in Manehatten and now look at us, me and my BFF hanging out in Canterlot. I hope that despite your answer to what I’m about to tell you, you will always remain my friend. The most amazing unicorn ever, future Royal Tactician, and your bestest friend, Marked Defiance For the fourth time that week, the yellow unicorn broke down into tears............This time over a box and a card. ******************************************************************************************** 1st Lieutenant Armored Bastion sat at his desk in thought and stress. Files and reports spread out and organized, but covering everything. He would have been worried for Mark’s safety, but his duty called first, and it was not good. His most recent reports for the situations in the neighboring countries were getting much more tense. The reports were saying how every kingdom was experiencing strange shifts in power and strange disappearances. Normally this would be no problem, and could be considered an in-state issue for the aforementioned countries. But what worried him was who was going into the positions of power. In the diamond dog tribes, the ones that promoted slavery were beginning to dominate the tribes that didn’t. The Zebrican territories were facing uncommon in-fighting among those that favored Equestria and those that didn't. But what worried him the most was how the naturally aggressive griffons seemed to be arming up and preparing for war. Armored, had sent a scouting party to confirm, but has of yet, received no word. Something was going on, and the gut-feeling that saved his flank from death on occasions was telling him one thing, ‘Trouble is coming to Equestria’. ******************************************************************************************** “Mark, how are you feeling?” Lyn asked the tactician as they walked. “I’m fine Lyn. About last night, can we just pretend that it never happened, at least until I’m ready to tell you everything?” Mark pleaded, stifling a yawn. “Mark...fine. But you never answered my question.” Lyn said sternly. “Lyn I’m *Yawn* I’m fine.” he responded. “Mark! You are not alright! I can see the bags under your eyes.” Lyn said in a scolding tone. “Lyn I told you, it was just *Yawn* just a bad dream.” Mark replied as he continued to walk ahead of the Legion with Lyn. ‘You know, I was expecting a dream about you and Lyn.....naked...in a bed-’ ‘Don’t you start! I’m trying to stay awake here.’ ‘Well don’t blame me for attempting to make your mood lighter with your secret fantasies.’ ‘Seriously, don’t start. I haven’t had that memory-dream in a long time. Honestly, if I never see it again, it will be too soon.’ ‘I also imagined your fantasy ending “too soon” if you catch my drift.’ “UUUGH!” Mark almost shouted in an exasperated and tired voice. “Mark! Stop now! Thats an order!” Lyn shouted, causing Mark to comply. “Lyn I-” Lyn interrupted Mark, still shouting, “No more excuses! I’ve been worried about you since this morning when you woke up coughing, in tears and drenched in sweat. You don’t have to tell me what you dreamed about, but I’ll be damned if I let you suffer during the day for it! Now you are either going to get on a horse so you don’t get exhausted, or we are going to stop for a few hours so you can take a nap. Now choose!” Mark sighed, there was no arguing with an angry Lyn apparently. “As reluctant as I am to do this, I’ll ride with Kent. We can’t afford stopping too long, I don’t want to be ambushed, or be late to get to your grandfather, Lyn.” Mark said as he walked over to Kent and “Swift”, and reluctantly climbed onto the back of the saddle. ‘And here we go again.’ ‘WHEEEEEE!’ ‘Shut up, you’re not helping, I’m mad at you, and I’m grumpy.’ ‘You should talk to Luna about those dreams when we get back.’ ‘I’ve already come to accept them as the past.’ ‘But you haven’t truly moved on from them. Have you.’ ‘Shut up.’ “Mark. I can feel something jabbing me slightly in the back. Please reassure me that it isn’t what Sain will make a joke about later.” Kent said, snapping the tired tactician back to reality. “Well I can’t promise you he won’t make a joke about it, but its just my new jar of pickles here. Or at least the pickle juice, I kinda snacked a lot a few days ago.” “Where did you get pickles? And why do you still carry around the jar full of the juice?” Kent asked raising an eyebrow. “Kent we all have reasons for doing things. Mine are just *yawn* more thought out compared to other people’s.......usually.” Mark said. Mark spotted a village not far off and signaled for Matthew. “Hey Matt, can you go over to that village and dig for some info. It can be anything really, but it can’t hurt to know a couple more things right?” “You got it. Just don’t be falling off that horse now.” Matthew said with a grin as he made his way off. As Mark shook his head as he returned to facing forward, he noticed Lyn looking back to where they had originated. “Look, Mark! The mountains seem so far away now. We’ve come such a long way...” Lyn said in a mix of excitement and melancholy. Kent and Sain rode up to their charge’s side, “Milady Lyndis! Mark! We can’t be very far from the castle now!” said Sain. Kent did a rough estimate in his head before voicing his thoughts, “By my reckoning, we can reach Caelin in two days if we hurry.” Lyn looked off to the distance, “Two more days...Hold on, Grandfather. Please...” she pleaded grimly. Mark signaled to Florina to get her attention. Once he got it, he pointed to Lyn hoping that she knew what he meant. ‘Come on Florina, make her smile.’ Upon seeing her best friend frowning Florina spoke up, “Cheer up Lyn. If they see you looking so sad, the entire company will lose heart. Lyn smiled as she looked to her friend with newfound determination, “Florina...You’re right. There’s nothing to be gained by worrying. We just have to press onward.” Florina looked back to Mark who was grinning and giving her a thumbs up before he yawned again. “That’s the spirit!” Sain added happily. “Lyn...Mark...Danger Approaches...” Nils said, his eyes glazing Mark instantly perked up as he scanned the surroundings for any danger. He couldn’t see anything unusual past the forest or mountains in front of them, though he thought he heard a faint sound in the distance. “What did you say?” Lyn asked. Mark noticed something coming from over the mountain, “What’s that black speck in the sky?” “I don’t see anything. Are you sure?” Sain asked, trying to find what Mark meant. “Of course I’m sure, I may be tired out of my mind, but I’ve learned to do my job in spite of that....Crap, now I can’t see it anymore, damn sun is in my eyes. Though I doubt it’s gone for good.” “I feel it, too. I’m sure of it. Ah! Milady, don’t move!” Ninian shouted the last part. “Hm?” Lyn stopped and turned to Ninian just as a large bolt landed 10 feet in front of her. Everyone’s head snapped to the large piece of wood and metal, now buried deep into the ground, “What in- Where did this bolt come from?” “They have a ballista!” exclaimed Sain. Kent looked forward deep and voiced his thoughts, “Lord Lundgren is getting serious. Deploying siege engines is no mean feat.” “What is a ballista?” Lyn asked. “Think giant bow that you can ride in.” Mark replied as he got off Kent’s horse. “Florina! You must stay aground! Do not take to the air! The ballista would target you in an instant.” Sain said in a worried tone. “Is there a way to combat it?” Lyn asked as she watched for the ballista. “Someone with a lot of armor, or who is good at dodging things should do.” Mark said as he took out his jar of pickle juice. “Then you can walk up and knock the fool on the head.” Sain added. Mark turned to the rest of the legion. “Wil, take Dorcas and Lucius and flank that ballista over through those hills. Then use it.” Mark said pointing to some hills to the east. Wil thought for a moment before shrugging, “I’ve never tried, but...It’s just a really big bow, right? I should be able to figure it out.” “All we can ask is that you try... Let’s see what we can do!” Lyn said before turning to Mark with concern. “Mark I want you to stay back out of that ballista’s range. I’m worried about your current condition.”
 “Lyn, for me there are more ways than sugar and coffee, to really get awake and/or perked up.” Mark said with a grin as he undid the lid to the pickle jar. The rest of the legion (except for Rath who didn’t really care that much) watched with morbid fascination as Mark took a swig of the pickle juice. Mark’s eyes shot open, as the sour taste caused the hairs on the back of his head to stand on end. “WOAH! Whew! Alright I’m good to go for for another hour or so. Florina, you’re sitting this one out, keep out of range. Everyone else, go and remain in that forest until I say otherwise, I have the feeling that their going to try to overwhelm us with troops. Serra, keep them healthy.” The legion, like a followed their orders like a well oiled machine, though Mark grabbed Lyn’s hand before she went with them. “Lyn stay near me, we get to be the bait for that ballista.” Mark said with a smirk. ******************************************************************************************** “Lord Lundgren... I’ve failed you...I pray you hurry...with those reinforcements...you promised.” Were the last words of a heavily armored knight named Yogi as he gripped the ballista bolt that had pierced him. Lyn sheathed the Mani Kati as she looked over the battlefield, “Is it over?” Lyn and Mark noticed Kent’s heavy frown as he spoke, “Yes. I see no more enemy soldiers.However, something is bothering me.” “What is it?” Lyn asked. Kent’s frown deepened, “I noticed it during the fighting. Our opponents...They were soldiers of Caelin. I even recognized some of those we fought. I trained with many of them...And yet they attacked us without hesitation.” Whereas Kent was saddened, Sain was angry. “They’re black-hearted traitors who’ve joined Lord Lundgren. Good riddance, I say. It also means less resistance at the castle.” Sain said loudly. ‘And now that he said that...’ ‘...The universe will conspire to prove him wrong’ Mark thought as he facepalmed. Kent looked at Sain skeptically, “I hope you’re right...” “I’m just glad Nils and Ninian were with us. If that first shot had hit me, I might not have survived.” Lyn said, turning to the twins. Ninian bowed, “We are honored to have served you well.” “We won’t let you down!” Nils said, jumping in enthusiasm. Lyn smiled at the two, “I know. I’m relying on you.” Mark noticed a figure come out of the shadows. Lyn did too and quickly drew her sword, but it was only Matthew. “What’s this? You dealt with a ballista, too? Nicely done!” He said. “Matthew, where were you during all this?” Lyn asked Matthew grinned, “Mark sent me to the village to sniff about for information. I got some interesting news for my trouble, too.” “Let’s hear it!” Lyn said sheathing her sword again. “First, about Marquess Caelin’s illness. He really is unwell. He’s been abed for nigh on three months.” Lyn’s eyes widened, “Oh, no... Grandfather...” Matthew continued, “I heard an interesting rumor about his condition, though. The people believe that someone’s been poisoning the marquess...” “He’s being poisoned!?” Lyn almost shouted. “And this someone...Well, everyone’s too afraid to mention a name. However, they say that, as soon as the marquess took ill, a certain noble took control of the castle as though it were his own.” “I bet I can give one good guess.” Mark said sardonically Matthew looked between Lyn and Mark as he spoke, “I fed a hungry innkeeper some coin, and he fed me a name. The marquess of Caelin’s own brother, Lord Lundgren.” ‘Called it.’ “How can this be? How can they allow him to get away with this? The villagers know he’s the one poisoning my grandfather, and yet no one raises a hand agains him? Why?” Lyn said, frustrated that no one had tried to help her grandfather. “They are afraid, and they lack proof. the whisperings of the common people means nothing” Kent said, trying to calm her down. ‘Really? Back in Equestria, Celestia listened to almost everyone.’ ‘Right. The only ones she didn’t listen to was that one monotone pony, that one pony with a funny accent, and Blueblood.’ “That’s the truth of it. And of the marquess’s loyal retainers who might have lent credence to these rumors, there is no sign.” Matthew said with a shrug. “Are you saying they’ve been silenced?” Lyn asked. Matthew’s smile didn’t fade, “It’s a fair assumption.” Kent brought a hand to his forehead, “This is beyond believing.” “The worst news is yet to come.” Matthew said grimly. “What? There’s more?” Sain said, shocked that things could get worse. “How can there be worse news than that?” Mark asked. ‘Oh I just set myself up for that one didn’t I?’ ‘Indefinitely.’ “A mysterious but power hungry man has appeared with an imposter claiming to be the marquess’s granddaughter. At least, that’s the story Lundgren’s telling to all who’ll listen.” “Crap, that is worse.” Mark said, rubbing his temples. “What does that mean?” Lyn asked, not getting the entire picture. Matthew pointed to them as he explained, “It means that people are waiting for two traitorous knights and a baseborn child to appear and lay claim to Castle Caelin. Led by a man in a green cloak.” “An awesome green cloak.” Mark added. Sain could barely utter a word from the shock, “But..But that... It can’t be!” “Traitors? Us? Ridiculous!!!” Kent said very loudly. “He says...I’m an impostor?” Lyn asked in disbelief. “Don’t you have anything that proves your lineage?” asked Matthew. “When my mother joined the Lorca, she brought nothing of Lycia with her.” “Milady, Marquess Araphen himself remarked at your resemblance to Lady Madelyn! Your face is your proof!” “Sain, in any other context that last part would probably be an insult. But your right for once.“ Mark said as he sat down. Kent shook his head, “They’ll say we found a look-alike somewhere...We’re seen as betrayers of our knightly vows. Our word means nothing. No, our only hope is to see Marquess Caelin himself.” “We must hurry. If not, my grandfather...I must see him! With my last breath if need be.” Lyn said with newfound determination. Matthew raised his hand to calm Lyn down, “But we must formulate some manner of plan! Even if we set out for the castle, the troops patrolling the area will cause no end of problems. You have been branded as oathbreakers, after all.” Mark who was now laying on the grass in thought. ‘Crap that pickle juice is wearing off.’ ‘Focus, we need a plan.’ ‘What about that guy?’ ‘The guy? ‘You know, that guy who saved Ninian. He seemed both important and cool.’ ‘Well don’t just think it, say it!’ “What about that Red-head back in Kathelet? He was pretty Sympathetic.” Mark said before yawning. “Lord Eliwood, of course! A sound idea!” Kent agreed. Sain turned his horse around, “Let’s hurry!” “Yes! Back to Kathelet!!” Lyn said, excited at the new plan. “*Yawn* Yah... back to......zzzzzzzz” was all Mark said before sleep finally overtook him. Lyn sighed with smile at her tactician, “Sain, please help Mark onto your horse we should get going.” ******************************************************************************************** “Princess, I’m telling you something is going on, if I don’t look deeper into this, I think Equestria could be in danger.” Said the burgundy earth pony as he sped up slightly to match the Princesses pace. “Armored Bastion. I believe you, however, if you or any other ponies are caught in the Griffon territories, you may not only be tortured for information, but start a political incident which could, if you’re correct, lead to full-scale war.” Princess Celestia rebuffed. Armored bowed his head, “Princess, I’m always willing to take a personal risk for my country. It’s why I joined the Royal Guard all those years ago after all.” Celestia let out a sigh as she observed her royal tactician. “And what of Marked Defiance? Luna said that he would be staying longer to take care of some business. But what about when he returns? What will he do when his teacher and mentor isn’t there when he arrives back in Equestria?” Celestia said sternly. “Princess, Mark is a smart pony. He will understand that sometimes I have to make certain sacrifices. In this case, it would be my presence when he comes back.” Celestia stopped looked Armored in the eyes very seriously. “On two condition Armored. Two. I’ll allow your “excursion” as long as you first, promise me that you will not only come back alive but, second, return within two weeks.If you cannot return within that time period, I will strip you of your rank and give it to somepony else. Do I make myself clear?” Armored just nodded. “Yes Princess. Thank you.” ******************************************************************************************** “Guuuuuh!!! Twilight, when is he getting back?! You said he would return soon, the wonderbolt’s show is in a week and I can’t in my insanely awesome conscious go without him. I mean their front row tickets for crying out load!” Rainbow Dash said in exasperation. “Rainbow, Princess Luna told me that Mark had unfinished business in the world he was in. Plus she wouldn’t stop poking my forehead until I stopped fussing over it, Mark’s orders.” Twilight said rolling her eyes as she rubbed the spot Luna had poked multiple times. Rainbow plopped onto a cloud, “I know. You already told me and the others. But its sooooo boring here without him. He always had some sort of prank to pull. It was awesome. And he even had tips on how to fly even faster!” “Wait, how would he know something that?” Twilight asked her friend. Rainbow just shrugged, “Eh, said he always wanted to fly. He’s just cool that way. For a unicorn, you know.” Twilight looked curiously at her friend, “Well I still have that spell I used on Rarity if he wants-” “SURPRISE!!!” Pinkie shouted as she seemingly popped into existence. Both mares jumped in surprise, “WAAH!” “Pinkie! Whats the occasion? Is there a new pony in town?” Asked Twilight after her surprise wore off. “Oh nothing special yet. I just wanted to make an appearance in this chapter AND practice for when Markey gets back eventually. Plus, there needs to be some silliness before things get serious.” Pinkie said happily as she trotted off. “That pony is so random.” Commented Rainbow Dash. ******************************************************************************************** After his fitful and thankfully dreamless sleep, Mark had gone off to question Erk about magic (that was long overdue) while Lyn and Kent talked to Eliwood. As Mark approached, the purple headed mage eyes rose from his book to see who was coming. Seeing that it was Mark, Erk set the book down, surprising Mark a little. “Sooooo, your finally talking to people while looking at them?” Mark asked, smirking. “Only when I feel that they deserve my attention. Mark, I may seem indifferent to you most of the time, however, your grasp at tactics and strategies is very respectable. It may even rival that of my teacher, Lord Pent.” Erk replied. “Th-Thank you. I honestly never expected to hear that from you. Ever.” Mark said, not bothering to hide his surprise. “Though your politeness and choice of my battle...companion could use some work.” Erk said a little annoyed, but looking around hoping that Serra wasn’t somehow called by the mention of her. Mark scratched the back of his head, “Sorry. Anyways, I need you to teach me magic. Plain and simple.” Erk perked up a bit at magic but replied seriously, “Mark, magic isn’t plain and simple. Anyone can pick up a tome or staff, but few can actually use it.” ‘And now its lecture time.’ 'Shut up and listen.' Mark sighed, “Ok, then what do I need to know, because I know for certain I can do magic, but I don’t know how to channel it.” Erk raised an eyebrow at the tactician since he had never seen Mark do any sort of magic, except maybe make Serra somehow be quiet for more than 20 minutes. “Alright so first do you know about the types? Anima, dark, and light.” “Nope.” Mark said whimsically making Erk to sigh. “Well, first off Anima is powerful against light, light against dark, and dark against anima.” “So basically the weapons triangle of magic.” “Yes. Now we have magic, but we rely on different sources to access it. For anima users like myself, we gather our energy from nature.” ‘So Earth ponies could possibly use anima magic? Interesting.’ Mark thought. “For light users such as Lucius and Serra, they rely on their faith in the light. In their case, its the religion of St.Elimine, though other light users have had other faiths as well. The only reason Lucius can’t use staves, and Serra, tomes, is just because they’ve had no training in them.” “So as long as there’s faith, anyone can use light magic?” Erk nodded, “That is the gist of it.” ‘I BELIEVE!!! NOW GO FORTH MY LIGHT SPEARS!!!’ Mark thought raising a hand to the sky. ‘Idiot.’ Mark thought for a moment, “And what about dark magic? Is it evil? It kinda sounds that way but I’ve learned to try to form my own opinions on things.” “It, like all magic, is only as evil as the caster. I don’t know much about it though except that it’s also called elder magic, and that it requires understanding and knowledge.” ‘So Twilight would probably be a kick ass dark magic user.....That’s pretty cool.’ Erk continued, “Staves are...neutral you could say. They could be used for aiding allies or debilitating enemies. But you have to have the basic knowledge of light magic and staff training.” Mark winced a bit after remembering his combat training with Bastion when it came to staffs. He did much better than sword training, but could only block with the staff and not very well since he had black and blue hooves by the end of it. ‘Ok, lets see what I can figure out about pony magic here.’ “What about magic within the body?” “I’m sorry? Mark I already told you that we have to use magical tomes, staves, or in rare cases, artifacts and weapons to access our magic.” Mark avoided eye contact as he rubbed his arm, “What if, hypothetically, someone had experience channeling magic through their body. Could it be done?” Erk looked to the ground in thought, “Well...Theoretically, it should work, though it would need to be focused through a part of the body, preferably the hands.” ‘Great. Telling me something I already know.’ Erk continued, not noticing Mark’s flat expression, “The issue though would be the magical build up.” ‘THATS IT!’ Mark thought in excitement as he closed his eyes and felt for his magic. Erk hadn’t noticed Mark’s now lack of attention, “It would have to be let out slowly or else the magic would come out all at once, leaving possibly unspeakable damage and an exhausted mage. Why? What brought this up? Mark are you listening? What are you-? MARK your hands are glowing!” “Erk, shut up. I’m trying to concentrate here.” Mark’s hands were glowing with a yellow aura as he raised one and toward one of Erk’s tomes. ‘Let’s start with your basic Telekinesis.’ Mark thought as Erk watched with utter shock and amazement as his spare fire tome was levitating in a yellow aura towards Mark and landed in his outstretched hand. “YES! IT WORKED! IT FINALLY WORKED HAHAHA!!!” Mark shouted in excitement. Erk looked to the tactician in awe, “Mark! What did you just do?!” “Magic from my homeland. Don’t ask, hard to explain. Simple answer, we have magic within our bodies.” Mark said as he now practiced twirling the tome around his body. “I could feel the magic within me but I couldn’t figure out the problem until you mentioned that build up or whatever. Kind of like a canal, if I add more water, the water will be pushed one way. I just pushed it towards my hands and cast a spell for the release.” ‘I mean unicorns deal with the same thing, just our horn channels it like a faucet.’ ‘Though Twilight’s is probably more like a fucking fire-hose when she wants it to be.’ “Anyways thanks Erk. Hey I’m gonna borrow this tome. I wanna try making fireballs!” Mark said with a smile. Erk looked a bit worried after hearing Mark say fireballs. A day later.......... “So the others in the Lycian league won’t interfere, correct?” Mark asked. “That is correct, but remember, I won’t be able to help you either. Good luck.” Eliwood said shaking Mark’s hand. A day after the magic lesson, Lyn, Mark, and the legion had been contacted by Eliwood and aided them by making sure that the other marquesses stayed out of Caelin’s affairs. Mark was walking with Lyn now and thinking more about his magic as they left the city with the legion. ‘Ok, so recap. My magic is there but pressurized in this body-’ ‘-like garden hose-’ ‘-and the reason it’s much harder to use is-’ ‘-because your body naturally rejects its use so you don’t hurt yourself-’ ‘Yah, learned that the hard way when I accidentally blew up Erk’s tome.’ ‘The look on his face was priceless though. Still you need more control-' ‘-which means I’ve got to practice more. At least I can do my favorite spells now.’ ‘You mean telekinesis and cloud-walking spell?’ ‘You know it. Though teleportation will be a bitch to channel. Hey is it getting foggier or is that just me.’ Mark snapped out from his thoughts, it was indeed getting foggier. ‘If it was just you, I would be so much happier.’ ‘What the hay, it’s been clear skies until now, how does it fog up without weather pegasi?’ ‘Why don’t we ask why their horse pegasi can’t interact with the weather, or talk for that matter.' ‘I hate it when you use sarcasm on me.’ ‘You may hate it but I love it, now lets get Lyn to her grandfather.’ “Hey Kent. Which way is the fastest way to get to Castle Caelin?” Mark asked Kent thought for a moment before frowning, “Our best path is to the south...However, that runs through General Eagler’s estate.” Mark noticed Kent’s frown had returned, “Is he a prick or something, or is he just strong?” Kent shook his head, “No, he is strong and very loyal to Caelin. I...I can only hope that he hasn’t been tricked or influenced by Lundgren. He is not someone Sain and I would enjoy fighting.” Mark raised an eyebrow, “Why’s that? From what I know, both of you are strong, especially when you work together. You’ve two have synergy.” “It’s because...he was the one who trained us. He was our teacher, our mentor, and our idol.” Kent said, closing his eyes. Mark’s heart stopped for a second when he heard that. ‘Shit.' ‘That’s...That’s rough.’ ‘I don’t know what I would do if I had to seriously go against Bastion.’ ‘We can only hope that this, Eagler, can see reason and doesn’t try to stop us.’ Mark was snapped out of his thoughts when he bumped into Lyn. She had stopped, hand on her sword as she watched a very large, bald, and heavily armored, middle aged man walk closer to them before stopping. “So you’ve come...” the man’s voice bellowed Sain and Kent jumped recognition showed on their faces. “You! You’re...Lord Wallace!” Kent said a bit fearfully. Lyn’s turned her head to Kent, hand still on her sword, “Kent, who is this?” Kent’s eyes never left Wallace, “He used to be the commander of the knights of Caelin.” “Aren’t you supposed to be retired? I heard you were sowing fields now.” Sain called out. Wallace sighed, “I am, and I was. Then I received orders from Lord Lundgren. I was told to capture an impostor and a pair of rogue knights and kill the one who directed them.” ‘Oh, its always me isn’t it?‘ Mark thought as he carefully analyzed the man. ‘The way he’s standing shows either a lot of confidence or arrogance.’ ‘I’m going with the former.’ “Lord Wallace! Surely, you don’t believe us to be oathbreakers, do you?” Kent asked with both authority and pleading. ‘That armor is huge, no normal person would be able to wear it.’ ‘Dorcas might, but he’s not used to fighting with anything like that.’ “Bring me the girl that claims to be Lady Madelyn’s child.” ‘If we get in a fight with this guy, we’ll have to beat him with numbers.’ ‘Especially if he’s as experienced as he looks.’ Sain stepped forward, “what are your intentions? “If I don’t like what I see, I will take her.” He stated casually Mark glared icily at Wallace, “You can try.” “And we will prevent you.” Kent added. Wallace smirked, “You? Prevent me? You must be-” he began before getting interrupted. “Enough! I’m right her! I am Lyndis.” Lyn said as she stepped forward, hand still gripping her sword. “Ah...” Wallace said as he examined Lyn, rubbing his chin in thought. “I’ll understand if you don’t believe me. But I’ve had enough of you and your foolish posturing!” Lyn stated, irritated. “Hmm... Such beautiful eyes...” Wallace said aloud, shocking all who heard. ‘Is he...Is he hitting on her?’ ‘Don’t let him get away with that, Lyn’s your girl.’ ‘She would kick my ass if I said that. Lyn’s her own woman.’ “Pardon?” Lyn said, her eyes wide from what was heard. “I’ve been a knight for 30 years, and there is one thing I learned. A person with eyes as bright and true as yours is no deceiver. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ah, yes! I like you, girl! Why, I believe I’ll even join your little band of mercenaries!” Wallace bellowed merrily. Mark and Sain’s jaw dropped in disbelief. “Are you...Are you serious?” Sain managed to ask, still recovering from shock. “This old bull’s pledged his loyalty to Caelin. I would never allow an usurper on the throne. Let’s march, I saw bandits and troops on my way here!” Wallace said before turning and jogging to the a nearby bridge. Mark relaxed a bit before he left to catch up with the knight. “Lord Wallace! He...He hasn’t changed at all.” Kent said in relief and disbelief. Lyn watched them go and smiled, “I like him. He’s...honest.” “That he is. He deserves our respect.” Kent said quietly. Meanwhile..... “Wallace, wait!” Mark said as he caught up to the giant man, who stopped and turned to the tactician with a smirk. 
“Ah, so your the power hungry tactician who indoctrinated those two and found a found a look-alike for your uprising to power.” Wallace said before guffawing. Mark returned Wallace’s smirk with his own, “And you’re the one they sent to stop my plan for pickle monopolization in Caelin? It’s all a part of my master plan and now you’re a part of it.” Mark said and laughed in return. “I like you boy, you’ve a good sense of humor. Now what is it that you needed.” “Well, first off, I love the initiative, I was gonna have you wall the bridge anyway. Second, what’s that emblem/crest/badge thing on your chestplate?” “Ah, so you’ve noticed my knights crest. You have eyes like an eagle my friend. Once I’ve used the crest, I’ll be even stronger! A terrifying thought, isn’t it? Ha ha ha haaaa!” Wallace said as he gripped the crest. 'It actually is very terrifying.' Suddenly, Wallace was enveloped in light and as Mark’s eyes readjusted, he saw that Wallace as well as his armor now looked, bigger, tougher, and all-around badass. ‘Do you think I could get one of those?’ ‘Maybe, but you might want to read up on them first.’ ‘Ditto.’ “Look! A giant walks among you!! My defense is impenetrable! Come! Break your weapons against me!” Wallace bellowed across the bridge. “Um...Just stay here and make sure no one crosses until I give the ok. I’ll be back soon.” Mark said, intimidated by the improved Wallace, as he made his way back to the rest of the legion. ******************************************************************************************** The legion was making quick progress thanks to Wallace’s heavy defense and Mark’s ‘newfound’ magic. While Wallace took the most of the blows as a “meat-shield”, Mark had helped by casting small cloud-walking spells on enemies in the fog. It didn’t stop them completely, but it did slow them down immensely for the others to take care of. All that was left was a gatehouse guarded by a single man on a horse. He looked to be in his mid-50s, had green hair, a mustache and beard, his build was similar to that of Sain and Kent’s, however his armor was larger and looked more durable. Mark knew that this had to be Eagler as he stepped forward. “You must be Eagler. Please, let us pass. We don’t want to fight you.” Mark said in a calm tone. The man sighed before looking at the group, determined. “I’m sorry, but I cannot. Now bring forth the imposter who calls herself “Lyndis”!” Lyn stepped forward, “I am Lyndis and I’m no pretender. I’d ask you to believe me, but your hear and mind seem set.” Eagler ran a hand through his hair, “You do look like lady Madelyn...Enough talk...Draw your sword!” He said as he calmly drew his own blade. Kent and Sain trotted their horses in front of Lyn blocking Eagler’s view of her. “Kent! Sain! Is that you?” he asked, sword lowered but still ready. “General Eagler...” Sain said sadly. Kent spoke up, “General Eagler! We found Lady Lyndis on the orders of the marquess. We’ve worked so very hard to return her safely to Caelin. “And yet you have no proof of the girl’s identity. Is that not true?” asked Eagler. “Yes but-” “Then our talk is finished!” He shouted pointing his sword at them, “Draw your weapon and come!” “EAGLER! Enough with this foolishness!” Wallace boomed as he stepped forward. Eagler frowned, “Wallace...So you’ve sided with the girl too, have you?” “I fight for Caelin’s honor, not for Lundgren’s lies!” Wallace fiercely bellowed. “I know you better than this Eagler. We trained and served together. Do not do this!” As the knights were trying to convince Eagler.... Mark turned to Lyn and put a hand on her shoulder. “Lyn...this is going to end with someone dead.” Mark said to her gloomily Lyn looked at Mark in worry. Mark smiled sadly, “Please trust in your knights though, this is something they have to do for themselves. They will be fine.” he said as he turned back to face the knights. ‘I hope I’m right.’ Back to the knights.... Eagler had a look of extreme conflict as he looked between Wallace and his former students before he closed his eyes taking a deep breath. “Enough! There’s nothing more to be said. I name you traitors all! Come! Do your worst!” He shouted as he charged his horse towards the knights, sword at the ready. With great speed and might, Eagler swung his blade but was deflected by Sain’s own. “Who’s the traitor here? I am following the orders of my sworn liege lord. Ngh.” Sain said as he attacked and parried against Eagler. “Not Lundgren, ngh” he parried another blow, “but my true liege lord, tch” He swung, “the marquess himself! Gah!” Sain parried a blow a little too late as it left a cut in his shield arm. Eagler was about to follow up, but Kent’s sword now blocked it from reaching the green knight. “Eagler, please. Stop this madness!” Kent parried a blow. “Lady Lyndis is the marquesses true granddaughter. We are not traitors.” Kent locked swords with Eagler. “You speak with conviction. I think it’s time to test the bounds of your loyalty.” Eagler said before headbutting Kent back. As Eagler was about to finish the red knight but he never saw Wallace's lance sweep and knock him off his steed. Quickly he rolled back onto his feet, sword and shield at the ready as Wallace walked up ready to use his lance. “Fool... At the very least, let mine be the blow that finishes you!” Wallace yelled as he charged at Eagler. Eagler spun, dodging the lance, as he used the momentum to swing his sword. However, it proved to do little against Wallace’s new armor. Wallace quickly turned about as he brought the tip through Eagle’s thigh. Eagler backed away the best he could as his leg seeped blood. Wallace decided to use Eagler’s retreat as he charged again, this time a bit more cautiously. Eagler performed a dodge roll, barely avoiding the lance, as he blocked the now recovered Kent’s, sword. Eagler had to duck as Sain’s sword swept across where he just was standing. He barely had anymore time to react as the two knights worked in synchronization to bring their old teacher down. Both knights suddenly charged, Kent purposely locking his blade with Eagler’s, forcing it upwards. This left the opening Sain needed as he ran the old knight through. Sain removed his sword, and backed away with Kent as the old knight trembled, before he fell to his knees then his back. Everyone watched as Eagler lay there, his breathing becoming labored as he clutched the his fatal wound. A sad smile graced Eagler’s face, “G-Good job lads...I’ve never been so...so proud of you. Sain. Nnng...you need to widen your stance...Kent...Make sure you keep an eye on him.” Eagler coughed up some blood as he turned his head to Wallace. “My...My old friend...I’m sorry that it came to this.” Eagler looked to Lyndis, tears starting to run down his eyes. “I...I am sorry lady Lyndis. Nnng...Go...Go quickly. The marquess...He knows nothing of this...His life...there’s no illness. Just...poison...Please...for the marquess...for all of Caelin.” Eagler’s eyes seemed to glaze over as he looked toward the clearing sky. “Allaya...I’m...sorry...your father...couldn’t....” Eagler said in a voice barely above a whisper, before he exhaled for the last time. ******************************************************************************************** That night at camp, the legion sat in silence at the events that had taken place. It was a long and gloomy silence, one that you would see at a funeral. “What kind of man was General Eagler?” Lyn asked the red and green knights, thus breaking the silence. “When Sain and I first became knights, he was our captain. Our teacher...” Kent replied eyes looking into the fire.” “I think he must have known we were telling the truth,” Lyn said with a heavy frown. “Why did he force the fight?” Sain sniffed before looking at Lyn, “Something must have...Lord Lundren was exerting some hold on him...” Sain wiped a stray tear. “Eagler was trying to protect someone. A friend perhaps, or family.” ‘He said a name...’ ‘Allaya.’ Lyn stood up, and wiped away a tear. “May Lundgren never know the peaceful embrace of Mother Earth! I care not what others do. I will stop that man!” Lyn shouted, before walking off towards a nearby hill. As she walked off, Mark noticed that she would occasionally bring her hand up to wipe something from her face. She was crying. Mark got up from his seat as he went to follow her, but was tapped on his shoulder by Wallace. “Mark, when you’re done talking to her, I would would like to ask her something.” Wallace said as Mark nodded and continued. When he got to the hill she was sitting, knees to her chest, in silence. She lifted her head wiping her eyes to see who it was when Mark approached. “Lyn, I haven’t seen you cry since Sacae.” Mark said. ‘I already know why though.’ “It’s...It’s just so much Mark. Ever since we entered Caelin, those men... the men that we killed. Eagler. They were only doing what they thought was right or because they were forced to. They didn’t deserve to die. None of them did. I can’t stop myself from thinking how it’s all my fault...how if I had never shown up, families wouldn’t now be missing fathers or, brothers.” Lyn said quietly, a stray tear going down her cheek. ‘I hate seeing her like this.’ ‘Then pull off a Pinkie Pie and make her smile.’ ‘It’s easier said than done.’ Mark sat down next to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Lyn...It’s not your fault. You never did anything wrong unless your view of morality is warped and you find saving people from bandits, saving twins, and trying to find a long lost family member, wrong. Lyn, all you’ve done was in self-defense to yourself or others. Had you not acted, where would you be now? Dead or in a dungeon to rot.” Mark paused so that what he said could sink in as Lyn wiped her eyes again. “I know that that Mark. But why can’t I just leave this regret behind? Why can’t I just forget?” Lyn asked. Mark’s eyes saddened as he responded, “Because you have a kind heart. Lyn, a great pon- person once told me that, ‘Our ideals are what guide us while our actions are what see us through’. For you Lyn, your actions are to protect others. The reason you feel the way you do, is because you couldn’t protect them from Lundgren’s influence. Tomorrow, is when we will end it. Once he is taken down, no one else will be hurt. Lyn, you can’t change the past, but you can protect the future.” Mark finished. Lyn slowly stood up holding Mark’s hand so he did the same. “Mark...Thank you. I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you right now. I think that it was fate that we met that day.” “Lyn don’t worry about it. Besides you probably would have found some other naked guy to save.” Mark joked causing Lyn to laugh. He pointed to her face, “See, you look so much better when you smile.” Lyn seemed to be in thought for a moment before she carefully undid her hair band, causing her hair to go down from it’s usual pony-tail. “Mark, I want you to have this.” She handed him the hairband. “It’s a long standing Sacae tradition but when this is over, I want you to keep it so you never forget me in your travels.” She said with a light blush. “Lyn, trust me, between your death grips, death hugs, and punches to the shoulder, you’re very hard to forget.” Mark said with a smirk as Lyn punched his shoulder. “Anyways Lyn, we have a big day tomorrow and Wallace wants to ask you something so go answer his question and go beddy-bye” Mark smiled while making a shooing motion with his hands. Lyn gave Mark’s shoulder another punch before walking off to speak to Wallace. Her mood much better. ******************************************************************************************** “Lady Lyndis, I have only one question before you rest.” Wallace said. “Wallace, you may ask as many questions as you like.” Lyn responded kindly. “It’s about Mark. Our tactician. What do you know of his past?” Wallace asked seriously. Lyn sighed, “We’ve had something like this happen before. Mark told us about the strange but wonderful sounding place he came from. He’s proven himself to be trustworthy on multiple occasions. There is no need to be suspicious of him or his motives Wallace.” “Milady, I never said I was suspicious. In fact, I’m worried for him.” Lyn perked up, becoming worried herself “What do you mean?” Wallace’s expression turned a mix between serious and sad, “Because lady Lyndis, when I looked into his eyes, I saw pain from something. Pain that only men of my age should have ever have gone through.” ******************************************************************************************** Mark in the meantime was still on the hill. He was staring towards the south, where Castle Caelin lay. Slowly and unconsciously, he brought the hood of his cloak over his head. ‘Lundgren....You will pay!’