Ohmigosh! You actually clicked it! Here -gives cookies- you deserve them for actually showing interest in a fic on Renaud… I don't think I've ever seen one entirely on him. Tsk tsk shame on you for not writing one. I think he deserves one, after all, he gives you the fortify staff (I think that's the only reason that anyone likes him.) I'll try to make this fic more interesting than the title makes it seem.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem. (Wow I actually wrote a short disclaimer. GO ME!)

Warnings: Violence. Do not read this if you don't want to know what happens in Renaud's past! If you like your bishops meaningless and boring! I don't know whether to put this as spoilers or not… I hope it's not. The point is that this is about the young Renaud not the one we all know and… uh… well I'd say love but I don't think that anyone does love him, except my friend who seems to have a thing for him -shudders-.

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How could he be so merciless? So cold? So heartless? That everyday he could just enter peoples houses and leave after destroying families. Today was no different. He had been given the address of a powerful mercenary that he would assassinate.

It was night by the time he arrived in Etruria, but he was not tired he had to find his opponent no matter what time it was. He knew where his house was; he knew everything about him-his sword fighting abilities, personality, looks, family-a wife and a son, Lucius. To Renaud it seemed almost wrong to kill someone with a wife and a child so young, to tear apart a perfectly happy family for reasons that seemed stupid even to him. But it was his job, and his job must be carried out.

He stood outside the house of the man that he would kill. Rain dripped from his turquoise hair and onto his impassive face, dampening his robes and splashing against his daggers. It was time.

He smashed through the wooded door with his heavy fists and stood in view of the family staring back at the unexpected guest. The young child clung to his mothers skirt and a tall man walked a few paces forward.

"Who are you?" He demanded. "Why are you here?"

The thief didn't reply but he took his daggers in his hands firmly and a small smile appeared on his lips.

"Tell me what you want!" The man yelled at him. "Now!"

This only seemed to amuse Renaud more, why did he bother asking all these questions when he already knew the answer? How naïve some people could be.

Renaud took a step closer hands still grasped on his blades and his opponent signalled his family to leave but they were tied down in their place with fear. The mother picked up her son and tried to shield his view from what was going on but his struggled with curiosity and saw everything: the thief dart towards his opponent, the choking of his father, the sight of blood, the fearful tears of his mother, the merciless eyes of the thief locked with his own…

He closed his eyes tightly and buried his face in his mother's neck. He was only three but he had already seen his father murdered. This was all too much.

Renaud left there and then for once he had decided to leave the rest of his targets family alive. Seeing the boy's eyes almost made him merciful, seeing such innocence. He could not destroy that; he would leave before doing any more damage.

"At least he still has his mother." Renaud thought to himself. But he was wrong, soon his mother would grow ill and he would be alone with the dagger left in his father's bloody chest as the only memory of his family.

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Ah! That was so damn short! Um, excuse my language I just hate myself for not having the attention span to write anything decently long. AHAHAHA! Well, se ya' -Runs off before anyone caches her saying anything un-TCAM like-