Hello again dear readers! This time I've taken on a new project for a fan-fiction going down the scary road (For me to write it, it most certainly is) of Romance! So here it goes, hopefully you'll be able to survive the entire fiction without wanting to cry for all the wrong reasons.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem, I'm just another guy who only owns yet another a bean burrito… and my lawyers tell me not to say the brand of that burrito, as that is not mine either, just the burrito itself.

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Departure

"Alright, you're done." said Priscilla as she finished bandaging Legault's shoulder.

Legault nodded his thanks, stood up, and left the tent where the wounded were being tended. Legault was glad to have left, the moans and small whimpers of pain were enough to disturb him the rest of the day. The party had set camp outside the Dragons Gate. Nergal was dead, the Dragon slain, the bard and dancer, gone. Legault, milling over all this, fished into his pocket, and pulled out a small, thin, weathered pipe. The pipe was undecorated, but seemed to have gained almost a personality from the scratches, burns, and other oddities it gathered over its years of use. After retrieving the pipe, Legault pulled out a small satchel of a cheap brand of weed, Legault lit the small pipe, sending smoke lazily into the air. Legault then turned to the largest tent in the camp, the "mess" as it was most commonly referred to, and went inside.

Entering the tent, Legault saw the usual organized chaos as the army ate they're fill. Matthew gawked as Guy shoveled food down his throat. "It still baffles me that you haven't killed yourself like that Guy, you really should slow down, you'll suffocate soon."

"You sound like an old man, and I have too! I need more time to train!"

"Old man? I'm only twenty-five! "

Legault grinned and continued to scan the crowd. His gaze fell upon a blond haired knight, but more so, on the blue haired beauty that was talking to him. She smiled in a way he was never graced with himself. A twinge of jealousy tugged at Legault as he continued to watch. "So that's the lucky man," thought Legault as he saw Isadora walk away with the smile still on her lips. Quickly grabbing a stein of water from an unsuspecting Lowen, Legault swaggered up to the blond knight. Legault sat down, 'absently' taking a small puff of his pipe. The knight stared at him with sunken eyes. Legault turned 'startled' saying, "Oh, am I that sinister looking?" the knight quickly shook his head.

"My apologies, I was merely thinking."

"Ah, thinking… I'm afraid we haven't been introduced, I am Legault."

-Flashback-

Isadora continued swinging, thrusting, and parrying against her invisible foe. Sweat trickled down her forehead as she continued practicing her form.

"Passionate, aren't you? Still practicing swordplay at this hour?" Isadora turned quickly to see a man leaning casually against a near by tree, dressed in dark colors, long pale hair, a scar going across his right eye, and a bemused smile on his face. Relaxing slightly Isadora said,

"You're the Black Fang-" he flinched "Pardon, former Black Fang right?" he stood up from against the tree.

"I'm Legault" he said with a sweeping bow, in contrast to the simple introduction. Isadora, rather unsure of how to reply said

"… Master Legault." Legault's eyebrow quirked at the title, Isadora continued, "May I ask you a question?"

"Hm?"

"The Black Fang assassins… What are they like?" The question seemed a tad to straight forward to Legault to be a personal question and merely said,

"Huh?"

"I want to know so that I'm not surprised in battle. These assassins… What techniques do they-" Legault began to walk toward her, hunched over menacingly.

"Wrapped in black robes, with blades of ice…" Isadora took an unconscious step back "A movement in the shadows" Legault made a cutting motion with his hand at chest level "And instant death" standing up straight again Legault smiled. "That sums up your image fairly well doesn't it?"

Isadora hesitated "Is it incorrect?"

Legault chuckled "Yeah, sorry to say, but it's nothing so exotic." Then turning his gaze to the stars, Legault continued, "Well, there was one fellow who fit that description, but…" Legault shook his head, not wanting to remember that killing machine he changed subjects. "Now the commander's sons… Lloyd and Linus? Watching them work was like watching master artisans. The two of them may have done some of those risky stunts. But for an old leftover like me," He jerked a thumb at himself "That stuff's all but impossible." Isadora was confused, he didn't look that old...

"A… leftover?" said Isadora tactfully leaving out the 'old' part

"Yep, so I'm fairly useless in battle, but it's nice to meet you all the same."

"W-Well met…" with that Legault turned and left. Wrapped in his black cloak, became a mere movement in the shadows.

-End Flashback-

The knight cleared his throat.

"Oh, excuse me." said Legault returning to the present "What were you saying again?"

"My name is Harken." repeated the said knight. Removing the pipe from his mouth, Legault said,

"A pleasure."

"Well met" Legault returned to puffing his pipe as Harken sat quietly. Eventually Harken broke the silence "I understand you've met Isadora?" Legault smirked "Yep, and how are you two acquainted?"

"We're both… from Pherae." replied Harken, Legault now noticed the crest on Harken's armor, and wondered why he didn't just say as much "And you?"

"Comrades in arms, if you can call it that."

Legault chuckled at the idea, as arms usually didn't include a knife, "She talks a lot about you." said Harken, "It's strange…"

"How so?"

"Well at first she said you were not to be trusted." Legault casually stowed his pipe away, though this had dealt him a blow.

"Really?"

"Yes, but then she said you had a strange sense of honor…" Legault raised an eyebrow at this.

"Sounds to me like one of the mysteries of a woman. Don't you think?" Joked Legault, to this Harken almost smirked.

"Maybe so." Outside a horn sounded, Harken stood quickly. "I need to go help with the preparations."

"Preparations?"

"Yes, to leave."

Leave. Something that scared Legault, they'd get on the ship, reach Badon, and they would all part ways, probably forever.

The rest of the time on the Isle was a blur to Legault, numbly helping make ready to leave the Dread Isle for good. The old halls of the Dragons Gate, brought up memories long past, both good and bad. Shortly after, the swift march to Fargus's ship, then climbing aboard Legault sat and waited for Badon to appear on the horizon.

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Night had fallen and the Moon had began it's climb into the sky. When…

"Uncle Legault?" Legault turned to see Nino shifting nervously.

"Hello, Nino."

"Hey…" She began fiddling with the corner of her cloak. "Um… Uncle Legault?"

"Yes?"

"You know how you said we wouldn't see each other again... after this is all over?"

"Yes."

Nino let out a small sob. "W-Well I just wanted to… say goodbye." Legault sat dumbfounded for a second before his face creasing into a mournful smile, pulling the girl in for a quick hug.

"Goodbye Nino." Legault pulled back, then lightly ruffled her hair. She playfully scowled and straightened her hair. "You need to get some sleep" the assassin said, nudging Nino back to the cabin Fargus had let her use.

"I'll just sleep down with the men, it would be a crime to let a little girl hear that lot snore!" The old pirate had grumbled, shaking his head as he thought of Nino in the brig, amongst the packed hammocks and smell of sweat in the air.

Legault couldn't help but feel his sorrow increase, though Nino had never been part of the true Fangs, she was one more person who was leaving, one more companion he would be deprived of. His current life had already begun to unravel. Brooding on this, Legault continued to wait for Badon, and the coming tomorrow.

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Legault stood on the pier, the pink clouds of dawn overhead, watching the pirates unload the cargo while many of Eliwood's party were bidding each other tearful farewells.

The three lords were going they're separate ways quickly bidding each other good luck. Raven was quickly walking away from a teaful Priscilla, while a torn looking Lucius followed, giving Priscilla a sympathetic look. Dart, caught, Wil in a handshake, as Wil good naturedly laughed walking away massaging the said hand.

"She's looking for you." Legault snapped out of his thoughts to see Harken "She wants to say goodbye to you…" Legault forced a smirk.

"Who, me? The untrustworthy honorable guy?"

"Yes, now hurry, we leave for Pherae soon."

"Yeah…" said Legault as he quickly turned and set off in search of Isadora. Wading through the crowds, he eventually caught sight of Isadora backing up, trying to refuse politely as Lowen was nearly force-feeding her a roll from his 'emergency' rations. Interceding for her, Legault snatched the offending piece of bread, taking a large bite out of it.

"Thanks," looking rather flummoxed Lowen said

"Y-You're welcome." then tottered off in search of Eliwood to make sure he had eaten breakfast as well.

"Thank you." said Isadora smiling as Legault swallowed the bread

"Sure." replied Legault. An awkward silence settled between the two.

"I was looking for you!" said Isadora suddenly.

"Yeah, me too."

Silence.

"So you're heading back to Pherae now?"

"Yes, and what will you be doing?"

"I'm planning on re-organizing the Black Fang… maybe set up shop in Lycia, Bern's too risky now, and I've heard some interesting rumors about Marquess Araphen."

"Oh." Was all Isadora could think to say to that bold, unguarded statement. Then, a clear, light note filled the air. Isadora hesitated "I-I have to go" Legault nodded.

"I know, make sure Eliwood is a good little boy for me, I'd hate to have to stick a knife in his back." Isadora nodded and turned to leave "Goodbye Legault" Legault quickly stopped her for one last moment.

"Wait… One more thing." Isadora turned around again, exposing the tears glistening in her eyes.

"What?" Her voice showed the same pain her eyes did, Legault hesitated for another second.

"Treat… Treat Harken well, make him happy. He needs to stop looking like he just stepped out of a funeral." Legault swallowed "So, goodbye, maybe we'll meet again sometime." Isadora smiled slightly through her tears, trying to feel the same optimism Legault was forcing.

"Maybe…" The horn sounded again, it's soft, beautiful note, which now sounded harsh and cruel, beckoning once more to Isadora. Pausing only for a moment, she turned and ran to answer it.

Legault wore an aggrieved smile upon his face. "Maybe? Heh…" Legault then turned and walked his own way, his black cloak fluttering in the wind from the sea.

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Well there you have it! How was it? Did you like it, hate it? Say you've read cheap romance novels better than this? Well, in any case please let me know, I wish to know how well I did and also what I can do to improve. (General rules of thumb and the likes) And incase it was terrible enough fiction that you couldn't tell, I was going for a angst fic with a dash of romance. And I will say I will accept any type of review, you can flame me if you wish. Though you could tell me politely and save your public image from a bit of scorn, and still get your point across.

Anyway R&R! Duderlybob