Before Iago could make it very far, a dark shadow fell upon him. The cruel tactician didn't have very much time to react before a Wyvern sized bird came soaring at him.
A let out a shrill Shirek that could've broken glass had he still been normal sized and was quickly scooped up into a large talon.
Iago kicked and screamed like the frightened little worm he was, but his cries went unheard over the sounds of the conversations down below.
"No! No! No! Release me you beast! I am the right hand of King Garon! Do you hear me!" he wailed. Unfortunately for him, the bird had no knowledge of Garon, nor would it have cared. It had young to feed and the strange worm would do.
The tiny tactician continued to cry and struggle, completely unaware that the shrinking scroll had come free in the process. It fell down into the open field where Corrin's forces were catching their breath, bonking the prince in the process.
It returned to normal size then and hit the ground with a light thump, gaining Corrin's attention. "Hmm?" He reached down for the scroll that had bonked him on the head and eyed it curiously. "Where did this come from?"
"What do you have there?" a voice asked from beside him.
Corrin turned his head to see his fiancée staring at him and the mysterious scroll. "An old scroll apparently."
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