Fire Emblem: Flight of the Angel

Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem, but I wish I did.

Intro-type thing:

This takes place two years after FE7.

Here are the pairings:

HectorxLyn

EliwoodxNinian

JaffarxNino

LowenxRebecca

ErkxPriscilla

OswinxSerra

SainxFiora

KentxFarina

Plus others. If you want some in particular, PM me. This is my first fanfic, so reviews would be appreciated. Thanks!

Prologue

Hector-

It was a quiet, rainy night in Ostia. The skies were cloudy, and the air was moist and damp. Everyone was inside their homes, with their doors locked, shielding themselves from the harsh rain. Well, almost everyone.

"Blast it! The stupid rain messed up our whole picnic!" snarled Hector, trudging up the streets of Ostia. His wife, Lyn, walked beside him, laughing.

"What's so funny?" the grumpy Marquess asked.

"It's just I never thought I would hear you complaining about something messing up a picnic. Picnics aren't the first thing that comes to mind when I think of you." Lyn smiled, brushing back some wet hair.

"Well, I did it for you," mumbled Hector.

"I know, and it was a great time while it lasted," laughed Lyn, kissing her husband.

Hector was about to reply when he heard a snickering behind him.

"Who's there?" shouted Hector, "In the name of Ostia, I command you to reveal yourself!"

The snickering continued, and a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows.

"Who are you?" asked Hector, shielding Lyn from the figure's view. The cloaked figure reached for his hood and took it down. A stern face with spiky, red hair showed itself.

"Jaffar!" Hector gaped, "I thought you…"

"I've been…away… for awhile, Lord Hector," said Jaffar sarcastically. "I just wanted to check up on things,"

Hector still looked warily at the assassin. He never trusted him, and he wasn't about to start now. Jaffar pulled a knife from his belt and idly flipped it from one hand to the other. "So, how are you?" he said, smiling in a very un-Jaffar-like way. Hector had never known Jaffar to be so talkative. "I see you married Lady Lyndis. Quite the beauty, eh?"

Hector didn't reply.

"Where's that sarcastic wit I used to hear from you?" asked Jaffar, still idly flipping his dagger.

Suddenly, the dagger left his hand and flew into Lyn's neck. She gurgled out a cry and fell to the ground. Hector, still reeling from shock, just stood there as Jaffar ran away, into an alley. Hector knelt by Lyn.

"Lyn…" he choked out. Her eyes turned toward him.

"H….hec…" she managed to gasp. Then her eyes went blank.

"Lyn.." "Lyn…"

But Lyn would not wake.

"JAFFAR!!!"

Jaffar-

Jaffar awoke with a start. The dream had come again, but this time even more vivid. The thing chasing him had almost caught him, but right before that could happen, he woke up. It was always the same dream. A giant shadow chasing him. Him! The great "Angel of Death" was afraid of little nightmares! Jaffar shook the thought of the dream from his head and looked around. He was still in the room at the inn. Nino lay sleeping beside him, a look of peace on her face. Jaffar calmed down. How could the other assassins find him? He had carefully escaped, and no one had seen his face here. But still, the nagging doubt that someone had seen him still plagued him. Jaffar had always been hunted by assassins and bounty hunters, and he had easily evaded them. But this time, he wasn't alone. He looked over again at Nino. He had never felt this way about anyone before. It was strange, yet exhilarating. But he couldn't let anyone know about Nino. It would be a weakness that his enemies could use against him. He would die for her. And if anyone found out about her, then he probably would die. He couldn't let that happen.

Jaffar heard a noise outside the door. Holding his breath, he slowly got out of bed and tiptoed to the door. His bare feet made no noise as he placed his head to the door. He heard nothing at first, but then his sensitive ears caught a noise. He recognized it as stifled breathing. He took a step back, just seconds before the door burst open.
"Why, hello Jaffar. Long time, no see?" remarked Matthew, jabbing his knife forward.

End of Prologue