//------------------------------// // Lyn's Story Chapter 8: Goodbyes and Returns // Story: Emblem of Harmony: The Blazing Sword // by icebraker //------------------------------// Mark floated there. Back as his regular unicorn self. In the void. All alone. For what seemed to range from hours to days. “So this is why people don’t want to die. It’s so...It’s just so...It’s so FUCKING BORING! At least if I went to tartarus or heaven or something, things would happen. Sure it could be bad things, but this is just torture.” He said waving his hooves. Mark froze and thought about what he just said before relaxing. “Maybe this is tartarus then and my own personal torture. Huh. I thought if I died and went here it would be...different.” “MARK! I finally found you!” said a very familiar voice. Mark looked around the void until he spotted a blue alicorn floating towards him. “Oh hey Luna how’s it...LUNA! Oh no! Your dead too! Oh I’m so sorry. Celestia must be devastated! No, I shouldn’t be talking like that. How did you die? It was assassin-ninja ponies wasn’t it? I always thought that they would eventually strike. Them with their ninja awesomeness and throwing stars and...stuff.” Mark said, his sanity already seeming to be slightly on the edge. “No you idiot. Your not dead, just unconscious. Thank Celestia.” Came the familiar voice from a shadowy clone of Mark as he appeared from behind Luna. “Hey Brain, glad you're still with us.” Mark said waving at the clone. “Shut up. You almost got killed. If you die, I die. Jerk.” “I think I had it handled pretty well.” “When? Was that before or after you got hit with a javelin?” “You should know, you’re me after all.” “And you’re an idiot.” Luna wore a worried expression as she watched the two Marks in their brief exchange, “Mark, what do you mean? What happened?” Mark smiled at the realization that he wasn’t a corpse and gave a nonchalant reply, “Well, you see, I kinda almost died.” Luna floated slowly up to Mark. Before he could react her hoof shot out, slapping him. Tears started forming in her eyes, “How could you?! You have friends waiting for you back home, worried, even if you tell them not to be. And here you are, unconscious, because you could have died!” she said angrily and hurt. “She’s right you know. You didn’t even consider the ones waiting for you back home.” “But I-” “No buts. You in your anger, decided to try facing Lundgren alone for personal satisfaction over what he did. You considered the most efficient and convenient way to do this, but failed to regard the other outcomes and possibilities such as those portcullis’. If you didn’t have Matthew in there with you, you would have died leaving not only your old friends in Equestria to worry about whatever happened to you, but your new friends as well who would grieve over your loss. You only even considered Lyn when you were bleeding out.” Mark couldn’t look at ‘himself’. He was right. He broke one of the few rules of a tactician that Bastion had taught him, ‘Never let your emotions be the tool used against you’. Mark turned to the princess, “Luna...I’m sorry. I...I was being selfish. No, actually I was being unselfish but doing it in a selfish manner, if that makes any sense. Please don’t cry.” he said, ashamed of himself. Luna wiped the tears from her eyes. “Mark. Please. You can’t be doing things like that. We- I’ve been worried over you since my last visit.” Mark relaxed a bit as Luna calmed down, “And I’m assuming you forgot that you could visit my dreams.” he joked. Luna blushed and she avoided eye contact with the yellow unicorn. Mark chuckled, “I was kidding Luna. I understand that your ‘royal duties’ are hard and weigh on your mind. Why do you think I’m there to keep you company at night?” Luna smiled mischievously, “Say that to any other mare and it would be dirty.” Mark grinned himself, “Well look at that, I’m rubbing off on the princess.” Mark’s subconscious smacked him upside the head, “That sounds even dirtier, dumbass.” Mark smacked the clone back, “You know I didn’t mean it that way.” The clone retaliated, smacking Mark, who gave one in return, until they were nothing but a mass of hooves smacking each other. They stopped though when they heard giggling. Turning their heads for the source they eyed Luna holding her hoof over her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles. “Mark, you always find a way to make me laugh.” She managed to say. Mark gave his clone one final smack before backing off, “Well, you did think I was a jester when we first met.” “In my defense, I had never seen anypony do that with surgical tubing and donuts.” “Fair enough.” Mark took a deep breath, his expression turning sad again as he looked towards his hooves, “Luna, I really am sorry. I know that you and everypony else wanted me to return immediately after you contacted me last time. It’s just...I had someone I needed to help. She saved me on multiple occasions and I needed to return the favor somehow.” Luna’s expression was a kind one, as she pulled Mark into a hug, “Mark, I forgive you. I know how you are. Especially since you help the maids when they have to deal with that insufferable nephew of my sister’s.” "Isn't he your nephew too?" "Technically yes, but I personally think of him as just another noble pest rather than family." “Blueblood’s reactions to pranks are hilarious as well.” Luna smiled at the clone, “That they are.” “Hey Luna, how long do you think I'm gonna be unconscious?” Luna thought for a moment, “It depends, although from what I’ve estimated, you’ve most likely have been unconscious for about a day in that world already. You may be unconscious for a few more days there if you were truly close to death.” Mark nodded as he thought about what to say next, “I see. While you’re here, Luna..... I need to ask you about my dreams. Usually when I went to sleep, I always just seemed to wake up right after without any dreams. But after you’re last visit, I’ve been dreaming again. I was just wondering if you could shut them off.” Luna tilted her head in confusion, “Mark, why would you not want to dream?” “Because my dreams tend to be things that I’d sooner forget.” Mark replied sullenly. “And even though he accepts his past, he still tries to avoid it.” Added the shadow Mark who received a glare from the yellow unicorn. Luna looked at Mark with a concern, “Mark, I cannot control dreams. I enter them and help ponies deal with their fears and doubts. I can’t turn them off, but I can help you get past them. Would you like my help?” Mark sighed, “I’ll decline. At least for now. I’ll just deal with them like I’ve been doing.” He looked around at the void, “Would you like to keep me company until either I wake up or you have duties? As you saw earlier, it can get pretty boring here.” Luna nodded, “Of course.” The void began to change as it became a grassy hill under a nighttime sky. Mark sat down and looked at the starry sky. Luna joined him, sitting next to him as she admired Mark’s work. “Like what you see? I don’t think it compares to your night, but I do a pretty good job.” Mark grinned at the lunar princess. “It is indeed well done Mark. When you get back, how about I make you the princess of the night while I take a vacation.” Luna joked. Mark snorted, “Sorry, I don’t think I’d look good in the regalia. Green’s more of my color.” Luna giggled a bit and smiled. “Mark...Thanks for being you. I feel I can actually be myself when I’m around you, not just around Celly.” “He’s alright, but you shouldn’t praise him for being himself. It will go to his head. By the way, great job at learning modern speech, you’re much better.” Said shadow Mark as he took a seat on the other side of the princess. Luna nodded a thanks before turning to Mark, “You know, Mark, ponies don't tend to have visual representations of their...” “Subconscious.” “Yes. Most ponies don’t have another voice in their head quite like this.” She said. “It’s actually kinda complicated explaining what he is other than being my in-born thoughts, emotions, etc. As to why I have him like this...well...” Mark scratched his head nervously. “Discord cast a spell on him when he was released.” “And then after he was imprisoned again, this guy here, disappeared, but I wanted something like him since it was useful, so I experimented with a few spells and...” “Here I am.” Luna raised an eyebrow, “But from what I’ve seen, he likes to insult you a lot.” “Of course. It’s how I berate myself for mistakes so that I don’t make them a second time.” “Doesn’t mean you’ll listen to me though.” “He also second guesses me sometimes so I think more about the actions I’m going to take.” “Like arguing with him about telling Lyn what he is.” Mark rubbed his head in exasperation, “Oh please don’t go back to that right now.” “Since you’re not dead, she’s probably going to be sad and pissed that you lied to her.” “Is she the reason you stayed? The one you mentioned earlier?” Luna asked. Mark blushed a bit, “Ummm....” “Yes." “You can shut up now.” Mark said as he covered his head with his hooves to hide his increasing blush. “Why don’t you tell me about her?” Luna asked, clearly amused. Mark didn’t move his hooves as he mumbled something. Luna leaned in close to Mark, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “He thinks it’s too embarrassing and doesn’t want to talk about it. Just a sec, he’ll change the subject when he remembers something important right about...” Mark shot up, his embarrassment gone (for now), “Ninian! Princess, I’ve been traveling with someone who has evidence that Equestria could be in danger! I don’t know all the details but it has to do with an evil unicorn. I suspect King Sombra somehow has returned since he’s the only unicorn (who's evil) I can think of that’s that powerful!” Mark gasped for air after saying that in one breath. “Why are you gasping for air? Your unconscious, this is your mind, you don’t actually need to physically breathe here.” “Oh, right.” Luna’s expression turned solemn, “Mark, that is a serious declaration. Are you sure?” “Princess, Ninian and her brother Nils are dragons that were kidnapped in exchange for something that she said would likely tip the balance in the unicorn’s favor. I offered to take them back but they said they could only go through the Dragon’s gate.” Luna got up reluctantly and spread her wings, “Mark, if that is the case, I’m sorry but I’m going to need to report this to my sister immediately. Can I expect you to return when you wake up this time?” Mark looked to Luna with a determined look, “It may take a few more days depending on my recovery, but you can be sure that I will return soon.” Luna smiled at her friend, “Then I will await your return.” she said before lifting off the ground and disappearing into Mark’s night sky.” “So what now?” Mark looked to his hooves before sighing, “Now I try to figure out the best way to break the news to Lyn.” ******************************************************************************************** Crickets chirped their usual symphony in the crisp moonlight that peeked through the foliage of the Silverbeak forest. This forest helped act as a border between Equestria and the Griffin Kingdoms and though not magical like the Everfree, still held it’s own dangers. Moving through the shadow of the trees, a burgundy pony wrapped in a green, black, and brown mixed camouflaged cloak made his way scanning the surroundings. The pony stopped and placed himself against a nearby tree as he listened. Hoof on the hilt of his blade. He heard flapping and caught glimpses of some shadows as a patrol of griffins passed overhead. ‘Something is definitely going on. That’s the third patrol we’ve come across today.‘ Armored Bastion thought as he waited a few moments before looking to a nearby tree and signaling his companion. The branches in the tree rustled before a shadow quickly and quietly left and appeared next to Bastion. He was a large yet surprisingly agile griffin, his face scarred along his beak and eyes. Like all griffins his age his feathers were beginning to get a silver hue to them. “You know after all these years, I never thought you’d want my help again.” The griffin said in a rough, deep voice. Grinning. Bastion gave the griffin a flat look as he whispered, “Sperze quiet down. That patrol just left, I don’t want them hearing you. And to clarify, you’re the best at what you do, I don’t want your help, I need it.” Sperze poked Bastion with his talon, “Always the killjoy huh?” “No, but you remind me too much of somepony with the way you act.” Bastion said, ignoring the offending talon as he continued scanning the perimeter. “You mean you’re ‘son’?” Bastion’s eye twitched but continued scanning the surroundings. Sperze continued, “Don’t be surprised. You’re right. I’m good at what I do, I’m just a little hurt you didn’t stay in contact with your best friend is all.” Bastion gave the all clear and continued walking before replying, “What makes you think you’re my best friend?” “Oh you know why.” Sperze said, smiling as he followed the pony. Bastion sighed as he ran a hoof through his mane. Eight years and Sperze hadn’t changed. Admittedly, he probably was the best friend that Bastion ever had, but he never did and never will say it out loud. Ever. “So how far is this outpost you mentioned?” Bastion asked the griffin. “About 20 clicks. I already told you, I’ve seen the pattern, this outpost is next on the list to be hit and the day my information is wrong is the day I shave my feathers.” Sperze said. He put a talon to his beak in thought before grinning, “You know, I heard your boy’s single. Why don’t we set up a little...play-date with him and my daughter, that would be good for both of them.” Bastion snorted in amusement but shook his head. He needed to focus on the mission, and he had met Sperze’s daughter once. She was very...independent. In terms of Mark, Bastion didn’t think that Mark knew how to deal with females romantically ever since Crystal had left. Bastion took a deep breath in quick meditation to clear his thoughts. He worried for Mark, but right now, the mission came first, find out what is causing the Griffins to be on edge. To do this he needed to keep alert and make sure that both he and Sperze came out this alive. “It would have been easier if you were still part of the military. You could have pretended you were escorting a diplomat or a prisoner.” Bastion commented. “Too much paperwork. No, I prefer staying a merc, it’s a lot more fun.” Sperze said non-chalantly. Bastion rolled his eyes, “Alright, enough talk, lets get to that outpost, I don’t want to miss whatever it is we’re dealing with.” He said as he began walking in the direction the outpost was supposed to be. Staying covert and getting to the outpost before the sun rose was somewhat of a challenge for the two. It took them about 4 hours to finally get to a safe watching distance, ready to observe who or what was hitting the griffin outposts. Sperze got into a lounging position, “Well, we got here early. Since we’ve got the time why don’t we catch up Red?” Bastion glared for half a second at the use of his old nickname before deciding to just ignore it. Sperze will be Sperze. “What? Giving me the silent treatment again? After all we’ve been through together, for shame Red, for shame.” Sperze said in mock hurt. “I’m just trying to be aware. You know how much staying alert means to me on these kinds of missions.” The middle-aged griffin waved his talon dismissively, “Yah, yah, I’m gonna get some shut-eye, tell me when the action starts.” “Remember, if you’re information’s wrong I’m personally shaving your feathers.” Sperze cracked open an eye looking at Bastion as he smiled, “So you do still have a sense of humor.” Bastion just met his gaze as he lightly smirked, “Who said I was joking?” ******************************************************************************************** Mark slowly opened his eyes and waited for them to be adjusted to the morning light that seemed to shine right in his face through a nearby window. ‘Ok brain, status report.’ ‘Subconsc- You know what forget it. Your left shoulder hurts but doesn’t feel like it’s gonna fall off, your mouth and throat is parched, you're hungry, you probably look like shit right now, and your left leg and right arm feel heavy.’ ‘Let’s see where we are then.’ Mark craned his neck forward as much as he could, taking in all his surroundings. He was in a smallish bed surrounded by stone walls. There was a carpet between the bed and the stone doors. However, what really got his attention were the ones who inhabited the room with him. Sitting in a chair next to the door was a sleeping Sain, his lance at hand should trouble arise. On Mark’s left leg, Serra rested her head as she slept. She must be having a good dream because she was smiling while her mouth was open and a small stain of drool was on the blanket. Mark looked to his right. Lyn was there resting her head on Mark’s forearm. Her dark green hair a bit disheveled, but still in its pony-tail. Mark watched her as she slept. ‘Even when she’s asleep she’s still attractive.’ ‘Does this count as creepy since you’re watching her sleep?’ ‘Maybe a little, but cut me some slack, I just woke up from near death.’ ‘So are you gonna wake them?’ ‘Nope, I want to enjoy this moment.’ ‘Creeper.’ Mark’s attention changed though, when he heard the door open slowly, making a small creaking noise that began to rouse Sain. The person who opened the door was a young lady around Lyn’s age with light green hair. She was carrying a flower vase with a variety of flowers as she entered, but upon seeing the tactician awake dropped it in surprise. The crash that followed the flower pot caused Lyn to shoot up from her sleep, alert for dangers as she looked around for the source of the noise, her hand going where the Mani kati would be if she was wearing it. Serra on the other hand seemed to sleep like a rock as she just wiggled her head a bit. Lyn’s sight settled on the girl before she followed her gaze and locked eyes with Mark’s. “MARK!” “Hey Lyn. I think this is the third time I’ve woken up to you taking care of me. Is this becoming a habit for you?” Mark said with a grin. Serra who had been roused by Lyn’s shout was rubbing her eyes as she let out a yawn. “What’s going on? Is Mark awake yet?” With his arm and leg freed from the girls’ weight, Mark scooted up on the bed until he was sitting upright and leaning against the frame. He noticed that his shirt was off and that bandages were wrapped around his shoulder. Just to be safe he looked under the blankets at his legs. He sighed in relief, he still had pants on. “Markey!” Serra shouted before wrapping him in a hug. “Owowowowowowow, Serrathatsmybadshoulderpleaseletgo.” Mark said quickly his shoulder throbbing after Serra released him. “Sorry.” She said with a light blush. “It’s not a problem.” He said as he examined the bandages around his shoulder, “how long have I been out?” Sain now awake and smiling walked up to the end of the bed, “Only two days and a half, we thought you’d be unconscious longer with all the blood you lost. How are you feeling?” Mark let out a breath, “Like I need a drink and some food....now.” “I’ll go get a maid and tell the others.” Sain said before bypassing the girl with the light green hair, and running down the hallway, his armor clanking a bit as he went. Lyn looked to Serra, “Serra, it’s only his shoulder that’s injured right?” Serra nodded, getting the same idea as Lyn. Before Mark could respond or even think about what was about to happen, both girls slapped him across the cheeks at the same time. Their expressions of relief and happiness, replaced with anger. “Mark! What were you thinking taking on Lundgren on your own? You should have waited for some more help! Or at least that’s what Rath said you should have done.” Serra yelled. “It was a tacti-” “And then you lied to me! How could you?” Lyn interrupted. ‘This is definitely not how I wanted to wake up.’ ‘Well here’s one consequence of your actions. I can’t wait to see the rest.’ Mark thought as he rubbed his cheeks with his right hand. “I did what I thought I had to. But yes, mistakes were made. Mistakes that I don’t plan on repeating. I’m sorry that I worried you two.” Mark said solemnly before giving them a worried look, “Did Lundgren’s prisoners get out ok? I know I sent Matthew to free them, but I doubt Lundgren only posted one person to guard them.” ‘Or execute them.’ This girl with the light green hair stepped forward and spoke in a soft but clear voice, “Yes. The thief left us a clear path and we all made it out alright thanks to Sir Kent and Sir Sain.” She said as she started twiddling her fingers, “Um...And I wanted to thank you, personally. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught your name miss.” The girl stumbled a bit, “Oh my, excuse me!” She then curtsied, “My name is Allaya Eagler.” ‘Eagler’ Mark froze, eyes widened as his stomach dropped. Seeing Mark’s expression, she frowned, “I don’t mean you any ill will. I know that Lundgren forced my father to fight, and that you and the others tried to convince him to cease.” She put on a sad but sincere smile, “It saddens me about his death, however, I heard that it was because of you and the knights that he had died with honor and dignity. The way he wanted to go.” Tears began forming around her eyes but she wiped them away and started walking away, “Excuse me, I’ll go get something to clean the mess I made.” Mark released the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. ‘She doesn’t seem to hate me.’ ‘You didn’t kill her father.’ ‘Not directly anyways.’ “Mark, about time your awake!” Called Wil as he ran through the doorway, almost crashing into the foot of Mark’s bed. Armor clanked as Kent followed. “Wil you can’t go running around the castle like that. You’ll hurt someone...or yourself.” Kent said as he walked in as well, noticing the broken vase. He was followed by Sain and Matthew. Mark maneuvered so he could get up, “You know. As much as I love seeing you guys, I’ve been unconscious for two and a half days and if I don’t eat something soon I’m gonna go ballistic. So maid or no maid, I’m going to the kitchen, now.” he said as he swung his legs over the edge. Lyn grabbed his good arm and placed it over her shoulder to support him as he walked, “You’re right. You need to eat.” Her eyes narrowed, “But you’re not out of hot water yet, Mark.” The tactician gulped. ***************************************************************************************** Three days later........ It had been a long couple of days for Mark. Thanks to Serra’s healing, he had been able to recover relatively fast, though Lyn had ordered him to stay in bed. Mark assumed that it was both punishment and the fact that Lyn wanted him to stay out of trouble as he healed. The goodbyes that followed his awakening, were what made the days long though. Dorcas had waited until Mark woke up to say his good-byes before returning to his wife in Bern with payment for his services to the Legion. Serra almost cried at having to leave her newly and unofficially adopted big brother, but knew that it was time for her and Erk to leave for Ostia since they were already running late as it was. She told Mark to visit sometime. Erk was disappointed in not being able to ask Mark more about his magic, but relished in the fact that the sooner he got Serra to Ostia, the quicker he could get away from her and back to Etruria. Matthew wished the tactician well before disappearing without a trace, though Mark had suspected that his gold pouch was not as ‘empty’ as everyone seemed to think. Ninian and Nils had left before Mark woke up. They left both a thank you note and an apology note. Mark understood their uneasiness to stay in one place but was disappointed that he couldn’t say goodbye in person. Rath had, for the most part, glared at the tactician while keeping to himself. Mark only received a curt goodbye from the nomad before he rode off to who knows where during the second day. Mark sighed in melancholy as he leaned against the railing on the balcony and overlooked the festivities below. Tonight was supposed to be a happy night. In fact tonight was a night to party. Lord Hausen had arranged a celebration for multiple reasons. The reasons being, his miraculous recovery from Lundgren's poison, the arrival of his long-lost granddaughter, Florina’s knighting, and Kent and Sain’s promotions to knight commander and sub-commander. Apparently many nobles also decided that it was time to either suck up to the marquess for not helping in some way, or introduce their sons to Lyn as possible suitors. ‘You know, it’s kinda funny. We’ve never even met Lord Hausen and yet we’re here at his celebration.’ ‘I’ve been bedridden, Lyn’s orders. I didn’t want to piss off Lyn again. Plus I heard that Lyn wanted him to stay in bed to recover as well. He was getting poisoned after all.’ ‘Speaking of Lyn, isn’t that her over there?’ Mark looked over the edge and sure enough there was Lyn. Her hair was down and she wore a Lycian styled dress that accented her curves quite well. She seemed to be having a pleasant conversation with Eliwood, whom had shown up to congratulate her. ‘That dress doesn’t suit her. I prefer her usual Sacaen garb or whatever you’d call it.’ ‘True, but you’re only saying that because her usual outfit is more...revealing.’ ‘Do you think that I’m messed up for falling for another species?’ ‘Its happened before in Equis.’ ‘This isn’t Equis.’ ‘But you’re a pony all the same...At least in heart and soul at this point. So when are you gonna go down there and do something social.’ ‘I’m not. I don’t do noble gatherings like this.’ ‘You should have at least gone to last year’s gala.’ ‘Yah, I heard it was a trainwreck...I should have gone. I’ll go if the girl’s go, but otherwise count me out.’ “You’re the one called Mark, correct?” Mark jumped in surprise, he had been so caught up in his thoughts that he failed to notice the man a few feet away, leaning on the railing for support. The man was pretty elderly, his white hair combed back, and he was obviously one the nobles due to his attire. “Um, y-yes. Sorry you caught me by surprise.” Mark said as he relaxed. ‘Why does this he seem familiar? I know for a fact I’ve never met him before, so why?’ “I’m sorry for startling you. I wanted to come and thank you myself. I heard from Lyndis that if it wasn’t for you, she and the others wouldn’t have made it here in one piece.” The man said before gazing back into the crowd, “So how long have you been courting my granddaughter?” “Grandau-” Mark froze as the color drained from his face. ‘That’s right, I saw the portraits around the castle.’ ‘Meh, don’t take it too hard, Lyn’s tried to keep you in bed for past few days.’ ‘Still, it might have helped if I had remembered!’ The man chuckled at Mark’s expression, “Ah yes, I haven’t introduced myself. I am Marquess Hausen of Caelin. Lyndis’ grandfather. It is because of you that I was able to meet my granddaughter and by extension help me find the will to live on longer. You have my deepest gratitude.” He finished with a bow of his head. He then looked Mark in the eyes, “But you still haven’t answered my question.” “I-um-she-the-I-uh....” Mark was having trouble processing this turn of events as he looked around desperately for something, anything to either distract himself or use as a distraction for escape. His eyes focused on Lyn again, who was smiling as she conversed with Wallace currently. Mark felt a pang of sadness but took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Lyn, “Lord Hausen, I...I am not courting Lyn. Even if I were, I know that it wouldn’t work out since I would just cause her trouble. She...Lyn is and can only be a good friend.” Mark turned his head when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Mark, from what I’ve heard from not only you, but those she traveled with, you care about her greatly. Why do you think it couldn’t work?” Mark returned his gaze to Lyn, “Its about who...no, what I am, sir. Added to the fact that I’m going to return home soon which is almost impossible to reach without magic.” The marquess released Mark’s shoulder as gave a far off look. “Mark, for the past 18 years I have regretted driving my own daughter off. I was bitter and wouldn’t accept her trying to find her own happiness because I thought I knew what was best for her.” Hausen tapped the tacticians shoulder causing Mark to look him in the eyes. “Don’t assume you know what will make her happy. Talk to her. Let her decide whether or not you’ll give her trouble. If you’ll excuse me, it is about time for the knighting of miss Florina.” The marquess turned and left the tactician to his thoughts. ‘I think I’ve learned something important.’ ‘That you should listen to the elderly more?’ ‘That and I need to be more aware when I’m thinking.’ ‘Well a good start would be that creak you just heard behind you.’ ‘He probably wanted to say something else real quick.’ Mark thought as he turned around and was surprised to see a woman with very red hair. “Oh my. I thought it would be easy to sneak up on you since the marquess was able to.” She said. Mark immediately tensed up to run if necessary. Underneath her yellow-brown cloak, she wore an indigo tunic and a leather skirt. But what really had gotten Mark’s attention were the array of knives she kept strapped to different places on her body. Just by evaluation, Mark could tell that she was an assassin... Also that she had a pretty good figure. Noticing the tactician’s gaze the woman chuckled, “Don’t worry, I won’t use these unless I have to. I’m only here because you’ve managed to stop the fang, and you’ve peeked the interest of a friend of mine.” Mark didn’t relax, “Who are you? What do you mean by the fang? And who’s this friend of yours?” Mark said cautiously. “I don’t think that your the one in any position to ask questions, though I’ll humor you. My name is Leila. The Black Fang is the group of men dressed in black, the ones after the twins. And my friend, well you already know them.” “And what do you want exactly?” “I wanted to see you for myself, it’s not everyday a stranger manages to stop Elibe’s biggest group of assassins. Or at least their Lycian branch. Just a fair warning though, the rest of the Fang is substantially stronger than the ones you’ve faced, so I wouldn’t bring any more attention towards yourself.” Mark raised an eyebrow, “You’re here for more than a warning though, right” Mark stated rather than asked. “You are a smart one. Yes, I’m also curious about your plans. You see, my employer is worried about someone with your potential. He doesn’t want an army invading Elibe you see, especially since you're obviously not really from Akaneia.” Mark crossed his arms, “All I want to do is go home after I take care of some personal business here, so sorry for being rude, but you can tell your ‘employer’ to leave me the fuck alone.” Leila shrugged, “Alright. But remember, if you give me a reason, I will use these knives. Oh isn’t that your friend Florina, she seems pretty happy with her new knighthood.” She said looking over Mark's shoulder. Mark turned around and looked over the railing but the knighting hadn’t begun quiet yet. ‘Oh don’t tell me...’ He spun around to where Leila had been standing just a moment ago. She was gone as if she was never there to begin with. 'The oldest trick in the book and you fell for it.’ ‘Yah, I know.’ ‘At least we know who those men in black are now.' 'But they weren't that tough if what she said is true.' 'I wonder who that friend she mentioned was.' 'I think time will reveal that. Anyways, lets get back to the biggest problem.' 'Talking to Lyn?' 'Talking to Lyn.' ******************************************************************************************* "So you plan on staying too?" Mark asked the red haired archer. "Well, I've grown quite fond of Lyndis' Legion, you know. I couldn't possibly leave everyone behind." Wil said in his usual optimistic tone. Mark sighed at that last part. "I guess you're lucky then. Anyways this is my stop, good night." Wil gave the tactician a sly grin, "You know that's Lyn's room right?" "Yes, I do know. But I need to talk to her...in private." "Well have fun with your talk." Wil said emphasizing 'talk' as he walked away his grin never fading. 'And now he has the wrong impression.' 'Or the right idea.' 'Shut up.' 'Bow-chicka-wow-wow.' Mark raised his hand to knock but stopped. He tried again, but still couldn’t bring himself to knock. With a sigh he rested his head on the wooden door that accessed Lyn’s quarters. Mark had been deep in thought after the celebration. He was at least able to congratulate Florina, Kent, and Sain, but he intentionally avoided Lyn. He needed more time to think about how this he would tell her. When he had finally gotten his thoughts together, he had gone to Lyn’s chambers to confess, unfortunately, his courage seemed to wane after he had built it up. ‘Dammit, come on Mark, you can do this.’ ‘Just knock already, or do I need to do a mini-Pinkie song for you.’ ‘No, just need to-’ Mark couldn’t finish his thought as the door suddenly opened inward, and Mark who had been leaning on the door fell forward. He sorta caught himself, but he couldn’t see, as his face hit something soft. ‘What are these? They’re so soft.’ He thought as he pushed himself up to see what he landed on. Mark’s eyes widened. Below him was a very red faced Lyn, she was wearing a white nightgown and she seemed to be too shocked at what just happened. ‘Shit, this just got awkward really fast.’ ‘Hurry up and say something!’ “Um...Hey Lyn.” Mark said with a sheepish smile. 'Smooth.' Lyn snapped out of her shock as she immediately shoved the tactician off, her face still very red as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Mark, I actually was just going to go see you since I couldn’t find you at the celebration.” ‘Why isn’t she pissed? Shouldn’t she be pissed at me, yelling or screaming or beating me to a pulp?’ ‘I have no idea! You did accidentally face-plant between her breasts, so she should be right? Although since she likes you, that last part would probably just be a black eye instead of an inch-away-from-death beating.’ “So...You’re not mad at me for what just happened?” Mark asked fearful as he got ready to run. Lyn turned to Mark her blush even brighter, the sudden movement caused Mark to flinch but overall stay where he was. “It was an accident right? It often happens to you. The accidents I mean! Not...that.” Lyn said, flustered. Mark relaxed, at least he wasn’t going to get a beating for that incident. He took the time and looked around Lyn’s room. It had a large bed, an armoire, and even a balcony. Overall, it was fit for a noble lady. Mark took a breath. ‘It’s now or never.’ “Lyn. I need to tell you something important.” He as he took a seat on the bed. “It’s about what I haven’t told you about me. About what I am. Why we can’t...be together.” He said, struggling as he said that last part. Lyn put aside her embarrassment as she took a seat next to Mark. She placed a comforting hand over Mark’s own as they looked at each other. “Mark...If you don’t feel comfortable telling me, then it’s alright. I understand if it’s too painful or anything like that.” Mark raised his voice unintentionally, “That’s just it Lyn! It’s not painful at all except for the fact that I deceived you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the hairband Lyn had given him. He calmed down as he continued, “Lyn...I...I’ve tried not to lie to you, but I’ve hidden a lot of the truth from you and everyone.” He said sullenly as he rubbed the hairband with his thumbs. “Rath told me about your headpieces. Lyn, I don’t deserve this.” He stated as he held out the hairband. Lyn pushed his hand back onto his chest, “Then why don’t you tell me yourself why you don’t deserve my trust or my...love.” She said the last part quietly and with a blush, but Mark heard it as his face turned red. ‘Told you so.’ Mark let out a breath as he ran his hands through his hair several times before answering. “Lyn...I’m not human.” He explained what he was. That he wasn’t even from this world. At first Lyn had taken it as a joke, but thought better of it when she saw how serious Mark was. Silence permeated the room when Mark finished, Lyn sat there looking at her hands as she was lost in her thoughts. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner Lyn. I knew that it would be hard to believe Which is why I kept it to myself.” Mark said deciding to break the silence. “I know it’s a lot to take in but...” Mark couldn’t think of anything to add. He placed his hand on Lyn’s shoulder, but she pushed it away. “Mark. I...I need time to think about all this. Alone.” Lyn said as she avoided eye contact. Mark nodded solemnly as he walked out of her room, closing the door behind him. Before he walked back to his room though, he looked at the hairband still in his hand. “I’m so sorry Lyn.” Mark whispered as he hung the hairband on the doorknob. Mark trudged to his room. His stomach seemed to want be in his throat as he fought back the urge to vomit. He felt alone again. His best friend in this world, the girl he accidentally fell in love with, and he had messed it all up. ‘No tears?’ ‘No.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Won’t do any good.’ ‘I’m sorry she didn’t take it well.’ ‘You’re me and I’m me. You, held up my hopes while I, my doubts. My doubts were just confirmed this time around. Besides, it’s for the best...I’m a world apart after all.’ ‘You should get some rest. You’re leaving tomorrow.’ ‘Tomorrow evening, after I shop.’ ‘Souvenirs for the girls?’ ‘Yah. That and I need to ask Wallace for a favor.’ ‘I worry about you whether you know it or not.’ ‘That’s self preservation, and is that why you’re talking to me right now.’ ‘Yes. Depression has killed it’s fair share of ponies, you’re no exception.’ ‘I’m not suicidal, just...I wish it didn’t have to hurt so much. It's not like this is the first time my heart was ripped in two.’ ‘At least you have some closure this time.’ Was Mark’s last thought as he laid onto his bed and entered a dreamless sleep. ******************************************************************************************** “Mark! Those are a lot of things for travel. Maybe your stronger than I thought to have to carry all of that.” Wallace said in a cheerful and hardy manner. The tactician let a small smile grace his face as he carefully set the large bags down, “Yup. I’m leaving today. Lord Hausen gave me some spending money And I still have some of the Legion’s funds, so I’m getting souvenirs. Thank you for your help with Lundgren and...well... I know I don’t have much right to ask this, but I need a big favor.” ‘Time to do at one last thing for her happiness.’ ‘It’s too bad that you can’t be one of those things.’ ‘Please...not right now.’ ‘Sorry.’ “You’ve done more than enough to deserve 10 favors, Mark. What do you need?” Mark scratched the back of his head, “It’s about Lyn...she...I need you to avenge her parents and her tribe. Take care of the Taliver for good. The reason she set out was to get stronger...to live for vengeance. I don’t think she should live like that. She has her grandfather and-” The tactician fell over onto his face when Wallace slapped his back. “Boy, I planned on doing that anyways. You’ve a good head on you though for thinking about it.” The general bellowed before crouching to Mark’s level with a serious expression. “Now why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you, boy. You can put on all the fake smiles in the world, but you can’t fool me. Something happened and it either ended badly or you have no idea what to do.” Mark turned over as he looked at the large man, his facade gone. “Wallace...I don’t want to talk about it.” Wallace rubbed his chin in thought, “Boy, I have a feeling it has to do with a certain lady, correct?” Mark reluctantly nodded. The general sighed, “Well, if it didn’t turn out well, then you have to move on. Put it behind you and look forward to make a brighter future. Mark, when I met you, I could tell that you were a strong lad, but something in your past is haunting you, something that I’m assuming has given you both great pain and great strength.” He paused before continuing. “You want me to help Lyndis by confronting her past, why don’t you confront your own?” “It’s too painful.” “More so than a javelin to the shoulder? Than being hunted by a greedy noble for a month? Than how you’re currently acting?” “Yes...Maybe...I don’t know, I’ve just numbed to it I guess.” “Have you tried to face it?” Mark picked himself up and he used his telekinesis to lift his bags. “Thanks again for deciding to do that favor Wallace. I’ll...I’ll try your suggestion when I return home. But I can’t guarantee that it will do anything but open some old wounds. Anyways I’ve got some goodbyes to make.” Mark said as he hurried off, hoping that the general wouldn’t follow. ******************************************************************************************** ‘The landscape’s pretty beautiful...’ ‘Yup.’ Mark sat on a hill outside the castle. It was evening and he planned on leaving soon, but wanted to see Elibe’s sunset one last time. ‘I’ll miss everyone.’ ‘Of course you will.’ ‘At least I gave my farewells to everyone.’ ‘Except Lyn.’ ‘If I tried to say goodbye to her, I’d likely choke up...and...She wouldn’t want to see me again. She probably either views me as a freak, animal, or alien.‘ ‘Technically, you are an alien that evolved from an animal and you have a freaky other voice in your head.’ ‘That’s not cheering me up.’ ‘I tried.’ ‘Thanks.’ ‘I only get mushy with you when I deem it necessary. Once we’re back in Equestria, I’m going back to how I usually am.’ ‘Yah, I don’t think I could stand you being this way forever.’ Mark looked towards the setting sun. The way it’s light hit the grass reminded him of the Sacaen Plains, which in turn caused him to remember how he met Lyn. From there he started to remember all the good, the bad, and even the awkward times he had spent with her. In fact the memories were so clear that he could even hear her voice. ‘That’s not a memory.’ Mark snapped out of his reminiscing. He turned around and was rewarded with the sight of Lyn, standing there in her usual garb. She had a concerned smile on her face as she took a step closer to the tactician. “Mark...Your leaving aren’t you.” “Lyn! I..uh..you...” Mark stuttered. He couldn’t even form words from his surprise. “You almost forgot this.” She said as she held out her hand to reveal the hairband Mark had placed on her doorknob. Mark slowly reached out and held the cloth loosely in his open palm, saying that he was confused would be a drastic understatement. “But...I thought you never wanted to see me again. That you hated me. That I was just an animal or a freaky hybrid or something.” Lyn frowned, “Mark...I’m not asking you to stay, but I don’t want you to leave either.” ‘Wait, what? Didn’t she-’ “I think last night, you misunderstood me.” Lyn said firmly as she took another step closer. “It was a lot to take in, and I’m still not sure if I believe everything just yet.” Her eyes softened as she reached out to hold Mark’s hands. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care for you Mark.” ‘Am...Am I dreaming? If this is a dream I’m going to be so pissed.’ She looked into Mark’s eyes. “You’ve helped me and everyone so much. Mark...I fell in love with you because you’re you. When I found you unconcious on the plains, I had no idea we would be together this long. Even if you’re not human, you still went out of your way when you probably could have figured out a way to go home instead. I...I want to give us a try at the very least.” “Lyn...I...You.” Mark stuttered out before taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Lyn, I’ve never been good at these sorts of things. I don’t want you to feel guilted into loving me or have to wait for me. I’m literally a world away. I-I just...” Mark felt Lyn’s hand wiped a stray tear. Was he crying? “Mark before you go I have two more things to give you.” She said smirking as she punched Mark’s good shoulder. “That’s for thinking I’m shallow enough to hate you just because you’re different.” Mark rubbed his shoulder since that wasn’t the usual playful punch, “Ow! That actually hurt! I hope that the next-” Mark didn’t continue that sentence as Lyn put her hands on his face. “What are-” Before he could finish, Lyn’s lips contacted his own. Her arms wrapping around Mark’s neck as she kissed him. ‘Ohmygosh!Ohmygosh!Ohmygosh!’ “And that’s to prove how serious I am about us.” Lyn said, as she broke the kiss. Mark just looked at her as he began to process what just happened, his face approaching a whole new shade of red. 'Hello? Hello? Mark you there buddy?' 'If this is a dream I'm never waking up.' ‘Wasn’t that your first kiss?’ ‘Yah... Oh shit! I messed it up!’ “Um, Lyn...Can I try that again. I think I can do better.” Mark said with dopey expression. Lyn giggled before giving Mark a coy smile. “No, you’ll have to come back if you want that second try.” Mark scratched the back of his head, chucking, “Well shit. Now I have no choice, huh?” Lyn just shook her head, “Nope.” Mark smiled radiantly. He wrapped Lyn’s hairband around his arm. “In that case, come what may, I'll be back. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” he said going through the motions. "What was that?" Lyn giggled. "Just the most binding promise that I know of." "And what's a cupcake?" She asked 'BLASPHEMY!' 'No, she honestly doesn't know.' 'We should learn how to make some, then we could make a business here selling cupcakes.' 'That could work.' 'Plus Lyn can pay you in kisses.' Mark grinned widely, "Just another reason to come back." Mark began activating the spell, the glowing yellow aura traveling from his hands and throughout his body. “And Lyn...Thank you. For everything.” Mark said, his gaze on her, as the world around him begin to shift until all that was a pop and darkness. Lyn stood on the hill as she watched the man she had unwittingly fallen in love with vanish in a yellow flash and a pop. “Take care Mark. I know I’ll see you again someday.” ******************************************************************************************** Armored Bastion and Sperze gasped for air as they stopped to catch their breath from running away. By now they had lost their pursuers. Sperze turned to the royal tactician, "You still look surprised. Don't you usually have all these things figured out?" “Though I left it as a possibility, I didn’t think that it would be right.” Bastion said between breaths. “Which one, the fact that fact you can still keep up with my speed, or what just hit that outpost?” Sperze said with a grin. Bastion gave the griffin a cross look, "The latter." "Well I don't think they'll want to come after us, after the fight we gave them. Aw man, I haven't felt this good in ages." Sperze said as he stretched and then started wiping the blood of of his talons and axe. He looked to his companion who was cleaning the blood off of his sword using the grass. "It just doesn't make sense...I need more information" Bastion mumbled, though Sperze was able to hear. "What is it now?" “Out of all the possible targets, I just have trouble understanding why changelings are attacking small griffin outposts.”