DISCLAIMER: I, Kusabi Makabe, do not own Fire Emblem or the characters and weapons therein. But that would be AWESOME!
The cavern was terribly hot. Serra was constantly fanning herself, trying to stay in a semi-conscious state. Matthew trudged along next to her, somehow managing to fend off the guardians of the Durandal. On the off chance Matthew actually got hit by an attack, Serra would hurry over to heal his wounds – once the enemy was dead, of course.
"SERRA!" a gruff voice called from over the walls that separated the groups.
"Yes, Lord Hector?" the cleric called back.
"Lyn's in pretty bad shape," Hector's voice continued. "I need you to hurry it up!"
Serra rolled her eyes. "He makes it sound like I'm not...WHOA!"
A huge jet of flame rose between her and Matthew. He whirled around, somehow managing to keep his balance. Serra, conversely, fell onto her back. Once the flames subsided, Matthew crossed back over and helped her to her feet.
"I hate this place!" Serra griped. "It's hot and filthy and there are bugs EVERYWHERE and the stupid flame jet things are all over the place…" She took a breath.
"We'll be out of here soon, alright?" Matthew said in an attempt to console the cleric. "Just take it easy."
They continued down the path. As much as it surprised him, Matthew had to admit that Serra could run very quickly at times. They rounded a corner and finally met the three lords. Eliwood was fighting a very large man, while Hector stood protectively over Lyn, who had a large gash across her stomach. Serra rushed over to the Sacaen woman, while Matthew left to aid Eliwood.
"Took you long enough," Hector reprimanded.
"I'm very busy healing right now, and can't understand a word that's coming out of your mouth," Serra said sweetly. Hector bit back a retort, instead letting her focus on her job.
"…There. Feel better, Lady Lyndis?"
Lyn looked up. "Yeah, thanks." She stood up and looked behind Serra. "But I think the fight's over…"
Serra turned around and saw Eliwood standing over the defeated guardian. She stood and walked over to the two fighters.
"Are you okay?" she asked, once again fanning herself.
"Yes, I'm fine," Eliwood answered. Matthew, meanwhile, walked over to her and gave her a quick kiss.
"…Who's ready to get out of this place?" Hector asked.
Serra looked around the cave as the five of them left. Eliwood had gotten a ridiculously large sword…just like Hector and Lyn had their incredibly large weapons. She let out a brief sigh.
Why can't I get a really cool weapon? Like an Earthquake Staff? She thought to herself. It would be so neat to have a powerful weapon like that…
She began to fall behind slightly as she immersed herself in her surroundings. There were a lot of interesting things in the cave, now that she took the time to look; there were scattered weapons, and several precious stones (which she quickly picked up and stuffed in her pouch)…and…
"What's that?" she asked herself.
Before her was a shining lance, giving off a silver hue. She walked forward and attempted to pick it up. When that failed, she bent down to examine it.
"The Wishblade…the key to your wishes lies within this steel…" Her brow furrowed. "Wish Blade? Shouldn't it be Wish Lance?" She reached out and grabbed it.
"Hmm…I wish…let's see. I wish for…no…this is hard!" Serra muttered to herself. "Umm…I wish that…Oh, I've got it! I wish…that I could be strong…like…that creepy dude that Nino's always hanging out with. Or Lord Hector. Or Matthew!" She grinned. "I wish that I was as strong as Matthew!"
For a few seconds, the silver glow grew stronger…and then it fell completely dim. Serra examined herself.
"…nothing happened. Well, I'll give it overnight. These things take time, you know?" She stood up and finally realized that the rest of the group was far ahead of her.
"Wha…HEY! Wait for me!" she called, running down the cavern.
That night, a torrential wind blew through the group's camp, causing a general ruckus. Erk sleepily wandered outside, trying to find out what was happening.
"It's quite fascinating, isn't it?" a cheerful voice called from his right. The young magician turned and saw Canas staring into the sky.
"It's strange," Erk answered. "I don't understand why the weather would change so suddenly."
Canas looked at him. "I've done a study on this sort of thing," he explained. "Do you see those lights up there?"
Erk followed Canas' finger. "You mean…the green ones? Those aren't stars are they?"
Canas chortled. "No, they aren't stars. They are spirits, Erk. They have come here because a wish is to be made true."
Erk cocked his head. "Amazing…" he whispered.
The green light floated across the sky. At one point, it cast numerous rays of light on the camp, forcing the two magic-users to shield their eyes. It then vanished behind one of the trees.
"Hmm. I'd wondered if I would ever see that," Canas said. "Well, time for bed!" He turned and strode to his tent.
After a few seconds, Erk returned to his as well.
Thus ends the prologue. I don't know how long this story will end up being…probably 5-7 chapters, although I can't really be sure. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! I'll update soon (since a prologue isn't a good way to taste a story…:)
Valete!
