Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem or any of its characters, if I owned them I'll be the happiest person on earth. (*cough* and I woudn't have killed Uther *cough*)
This is my first one shot, be kind, constructive critisms is always welcome. If I have any error please let me know.
I came up with this when I was replaying Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, in the chapter where Elincia put down her weapon, my Rolf started killing every single enemy with criticals ans such, so my dear little brother and I were joking that he was mad because saw Mist ans Boyd kissing in camp, so, that's what came for that. I hope you like it.
Resentment
The sky was tainted in crimson. The sun was almost setting behind the mountains. The Greil Mercenaries were fighting side by side with the Crimeans to protect Queen Elincia after her courageous display casting aside her weapon
between the two armies, the Begnion army and the Laguz Alliance. Everyone around him was focused on the battle, on the enemies in front of them, still, all he could think of was… her…and him.
The battle scream at his side brought him back from his thoughts, he jumped to the side avoiding what could possibly be a lethal blow, he retreated a few paces, draw an arrow and pierced the Begnion soldier's neck. He almost
missed it though. He couldn't keep going like this. He needed to focus, but her sudden scream sent a chill down his spine. He looked around searching for her, he was panicked when he saw two soldiers aiming at her with their lances.
His blood turned cold and he couldn't find his voice to call for her, he couldn't move.
"No! Not her!" he mentally screamed.
But then he saw him, he was right there, at her side, protecting her. He dispatched the two soldiers with two swings of his mighty axe. Then he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him. He retreated to the back, taking down
the enemies on his path, he put her out of harm's way and returned to the fighting, still, it was obvious how he kept his protective gaze on her from time to time. How much he hated himself! He was so puny and weak! And he was tall,
strong and much bolder than him. He felt sickening of himself, how could he resent them so much? He shouldn't! But for the Goddess sake, they had been together since they were toddlers, he had liked her since they were little kids, but
he never found the courage to tell her. Now they could barely talk, he was busy with his training, she was busy training herself plus taking care of other chores…
"Yeah… fixing his clothes" he thought bitterly.
A sudden burst of rage surged into him, if only he could be stronger. Was that it? Was it because of the strength, because he resemble Ike in some way, or her father perhaps? No!, he was thinking nonsense, she wasn't like that, she
was a good girl, not the superficial kind. His emotion were a mess, he didn't wanted to keep thinking about it. He looked ahead, the battle was still raging, he pushed forward, he kept shooting arrows, he wanted to become strong, he
wanted to be noted, he wanted her to see him too. His shoots were perfect, one after another he dispatched them before they could even see him. He had taken the central path with the main force of the army and then regrouped with
the ones who had gone south. He didn't wanted to look at them, every time he saw them together he remembered what he had seen the other night at camp, they were kissing, he couldn't believed it, they even kept it secret. Now he
was getting mad, he kept taking down enemies until he heard his voice.
"Hey! Short stack, save something for me!"
He didn't liked it, all of that, that felling of resentment, after all he didn't speak for himself… he had no right to be mad because Mist choose his brother and not him.
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