When Wishes Come True

Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem, but I do own the OC characters in this story. They're mine, all mine! laughs maniacally O.o Hehehe okay then…. Oh, and I don't own the game boy company either. Or Harry Potter. Oh, by the way, I redid this. Hope you like the change. I certainly do!

Chapter One: Beginnings

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"ARGH!!! No!!! NotLUCIUS!!! He's so innocent and monkly, why'd you stupid knights all have to go for him?!?"

A teenage girl was lying on her bed in her room, playing the videogame Fire Emblem on her game boy. She watched helplessly as one of the characters in the game took two fatal hits from an iron lance-wielding enemy knight, and she growled in frustration.

"I was so flippin' CLOSE to beating the chapter this time!"

The girl groaned again, angrily turning off the game boy and throwing it a few inches away so that it bounced on her mattress a few times. She brushed her red-brown hair out of her brown eyes, which at the moment were narrowed in anger and frustration, and sat up. She stood up from her comfortable spot her bed and stretched to ease her tension. Suddenly she heard a knock on her door, and walked over to it. Halfway there, the knocker spoke.

"Loryn? Lor? Are you in mortal pain or something in there? 'Cause that's what it sounds like from over here." A teasing, medium-pitched male voice said. It was Loryn's twin brother, Oliver. They were close for siblings, not fighting nearly as often as their friends and their brothers or sisters did. Probably because their parents were rarely home, and they otherwise had no one to talk to there.

"Oh, shut up, Oliver. I'm fine, unless you count failing this chapter in my game for the sixteenth time as a good excuse for being in mortal pain." She replied.

"What did ya do this time?" he asked, coming in her room grinning.

"Nothing! It wasn't my fault!" she replied, rolling her eyes at his smugness.

Oliver snorted in disbelief. He looked almost identical to Loryn, although his much shorter hair (though it was long, by guy standards anyway, since it hung in his eyes) was a little blonder than hers, and he was several inches taller than her. He often told her since he was the older twin by a minute or two he had taken all the "tall" genes and left her to be the "short" twin. This drove her crazy, as she was always being picked on in school for her shortness. She was also the shy, quiet, unnoticeable and non-eye-catching twin. Oliver was outgoing, friendly, and well-liked and known. He was smart, too, though his grades reflected his unorganized ways and not his intelligence. She was very quiet and shy, and never spoke up much, letting her brother do most of the talking when she could.

Their parents were outgoing, successful business people with booming careers, who held stately dinner parties and other such formal business gatherings on a fairly frequent basis in their home, though they were usually on business trips most of the time, almost all of the time, actually. They adored their son, a near-carbon copy of his father, but they didn't really know how to act or react around their daughter, who didn't quite fit into the outgoing, loud, four member family. They tried to hide their lack of understanding about who she was from her, but she was too observant not to notice. It used to annoy her a lot when the twins were younger, as Oliver would always get personal, thoughtful items for his birthday and Christmas, while Loryn would get money, or a book. She didn't mind the books or the money, but she wished they had something more original. "Harry Potter" is not the easiest thing to read when you're seven or eight.

"Well, Loryn, if you keep failing the chapter, you're obviously doing something very wrong." Oliver said.

Loryn sighed. "Well, that's only a little obvious, don't you agree?" she said sarcastically. "Of course I did something very wrong. Otherwise, I would have won the battle by now!" she grumbled softly, never being a loud person, even when angry.

"Geez, no need to get all sarcastic on me, sis, I'm only trying to help."

"I'll never become a better tactician if I run to you for help all the time!" she replied, "I don't always need you to guide me through the chapter, you know!"

Oliver looked apologetic as he sat down on the edge of her bed. Geez, someone's a little touchy today…he thought, and apparently his thoughts were reflected onto his features.

"Don't EVEN go there, Oliver!" she retorted. She wasn't really mad at him, (she never could be, not for long at any rate), and she cooled off a little quite quickly. She flopped back down onto her bed and looked up at her twilight blue walls and ceiling.

"Reading my mind again, Fairy Queen?" he asked.

'Fairy Queen' was another of his nicknames for her, since from when she was five and until she turned seven her goal in life had been to become the new tooth fairy. She had actually set traps for the "fairy", but at age seven she had instead caught her father instead, which is when she stopped believing in that kind of fairy. She never really gave up on magic, though. She always held out for believing there was something more, just beyond her reach, something amazing, something, well, magical. That was a reason she liked Fire Emblem so much, it had magic and knights and all those sorts of things in it. Well, she loved it when she was successful in it. She was having a really hard time with this one chapter, and it was really bugging her….

Anyways, Oliver would tease her for her belief in magic, but really he supported her. He too loved fantasy; knights in shiny armor and evil witches and dragons and such. He had always loved to pretend he and his friends were the ones saving the fair maiden and slaying dragons, though Loryn never played that kind of game, since she had always hated how the princess was always the one in distress, and the guy would have to save her. Why could the princess never save herself? Or even save the knight? At least in Fire Emblem there were a couple female characters that totally kicked butt and was just as cool as the guy fighters.

"Not likely, 'Sir Oliver'. You're just terrible at hiding your emotions." She told him. 'Sir Oliver' was his nickname, given to him by her, based on his love of medieval knights.

Abruptly, another knock was heard.

"Come in." Loryn called, and the person entered. It was Helen Crowe, their mother. She was a polished, well-manicured and expensively dressed woman, always sporting the latest hairstyles or seemingly-impossible-to-wear high heels of the season.

"Hey, guys. Dinner's ready. Come downstairs quick, or the food will get cold."

"We'll be right there, Mom." Oliver replied to Helen's already retreating back.

"Are you ready, Lor? I'm hungry!" Oliver asked, jumping to his feet.

"When are you ever not?" Loryn grumbled good-naturedly.

"I'll beat you downstairs!" Oliver cried, and hurtled out the door. Laughing, Loryn took off after him. They were always competing with each other. Thundering down the stairs, Loryn caught up to Oliver.

"Better keep an eye out, brother dear, or else you'll lose to a girl!" she said as she ran up to him. He was about to take her spot at the kitchen table when she jabbed the pressure point on his neck and he fell to the ground. Smirking, she leapt over him and next to her chair, and promptly sat down before he could even get up.

"Cheater, no fair using moves you learned in karate." he grumbled.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll get over it." She replied in a bored tome of voice, examining her fingernails.

"Kids, settle down now. Food's ready," admonished the easygoing, falsely comforting, used car-salesman-type voice of their father, Steven Crowe. He was an older version of Oliver, but with sterner and heavier features and a rather fake smile.

Loryn just nodded her head absently as Oliver stood up, dusted himself off, and sat down at the table.

"I just got this from the Chinese store down the street, so it's still warm," said Helen, walking in at that moment carrying in those boxes unique to Chinese restaurants.

"How come you never cook anymore, Mom? I can't remember the last time you did." Loryn asked glumly. She loved Chinese food, but not almost twice a week, and she wished her mother or father actually did anything motherly or fatherly, like cook or clean, instead of paying for maids and getting take-out whenever they were home.

Helen looked shocked and slightly offended. Oliver knew this was probably going to stem into another, 'you have no respect for your elders young lady, we work hard all the time to pay for all your nice things, so be grateful' lecture, and decided to steer the conversation into friendlier waters.

"So, I got a ninety-seven on my math test today, Dad."

"That's nice, son. Have you seen my briefcase? I have a ton of work to do, and I think I need to do it now so I don't run out of time later."

Loryn then tried to smooth things over with her mom.

"Hey, I don't mind, I love Chinese. Hey, I won the sparring contest we had today in my karate class today."

"Hmm..Oh? What? Really? That's interesting. How will that affect your average?"

"Mom, I'm talking about karate, not school."

"Oh, right. Yes, yes, great job…"

The rest of the dinner conversation was pretty much…not a conversation. Helen continued to not really pay attention, and only focus in on what one of her children was saying about halfway through, and Steven just typed up reports or whatever on his laptop.

Loryn sat there, bored out of mind, like usual. This was how having her parents home always was, dull, stress-inducing boredom, guaranteed full of lectures on responsibility and grades and such. She much preferred when their parents were gone, and the lazy woman who came to 'watch over them' (cough cough use their wide screen TV cough cough) was there, and they could do basically whatever they wanted.

Oliver stared at the back of his father's computer, then at his mother's vacant expression, and sighed. Another interesting night for the Crowe family, it would seem. He sometimes secretly wished he had a good reason to run away from this house, these vague parents that were more like guests. He and Loryn could go off and adventure; and he could find a 'damsel in distress' to save, maybe. He longed to leave this stuffy environment and be free to roam the country. Unfortunately, he just wasn't bold enough. Maybe if he had an excuse, he would, but he didn't, not really. Distant parents who barely cared weren't one. He just couldn't wait to get out of there, which was why he got good grades, to avoid failing and being kept back a grade and being stuck in school, and therefore at this house, any longer than he had to.

Loryn finally got sick of sitting there, and stood up out of her chair, clearing her plate from the table.

"I'm finished."

Steven looked up for the first time in a long while, and Helen finally looked her daughter straight in the face as well.

"Ok. Oh, but before you go, I have to tell you that your mother and I are leaving to go seal a large business deal soon."

"When?" asked Oliver and Loryn at the same time.

"Tomorrow," Steve replied. Loryn rolled her eyes, and Oliver said,

"But didn't you just come back from the last one Monday?"

"Yes, but the deal isn't quite set. We have to finalize a few details quickly. We'll be back in about a week."

"Oh, okay," was Oliver's only reply.

The End

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Author's Note: Well, did you like it? I have a hopefully good story planned out for this idea, several chapters, in fact. I really want to post them, but if I get negative response (or no response at all) I might not. Please, let me know what you think if my first chapter. I'll be forever grateful. AND, get this; I'll even give you a cookie if you do. PLEASE review! I need the advice of all you other fanfic writers out there or I'll never get better. So, go ahead and tell me what you think. And, feel free to give me ideas for future chapters, whatever they may be.