Okay! Yay! My second attempt at a fic. x.x I promise "Fire" will get updated soon, I just have to get a game script since I'm nowhere near Kinship's Bond...-sigh- Anyway...THIS fic is a completely different subject. Pegasus knights...-wink- and a certain blue-haired lord...

Okay, I admit it - I'm not usually too fond of Hector/Florina or Hector/Farina pairings, but the other day I drew this picture of Florina and Farina glaring at eachother over a confused Hector and -voila-! The idea is in my head. And once I get an idea in my head, I can't get it out...

Quickening: She can't. Ever. She's going to write a story about me and Pe Ell. -dies-

Miss Daisy: Shut up. People don't know what Shannara is over here.

Nino: Uh-huh! And then she's going to write a fic about MEEEE!!!

Winteress: Yes. I'll get around to that. Sometime.

This is from Florina's POV, in case you were wondering. All of the stories I've written so far (Fire, or the uncompleted, un-uploaded Nino story) are from first person. Dunno why. I couldn't write a say, Hector story, or Serra, or Sonia from first person. Just people like Nino, Florina, and Ursula... o.O Another reason why I wrote the Ursula fic is that nobody HAS written anything about her, and most people misunderstand her... :P Oh well. On with the story!


Disclaimer! I do not own Fire Emblem, the Druid of Shannara, etc., etc., etc. But I do own this story. ;)


"Florina! You're up!" called Mark, the tactician, waving frantically in my direction. I nodded nervously.

Mark turned and began rushing through the camp, calling out confused orders and the like. I sighed. Mark was very last-minute. Lord Eliwood and Lord Hector had known there was going to be a battle; so why didn't they tell Mark to pick our fighters earlier? Now the entire camp was in a mess, trying to pull themselves together.

I glanced out over the marshlands. There were already faint forms dotted here and there – Black Fang members.

The wind ruffled my long, lavender hair. Automatically I reached up to smoothe it down again. It was such a mess, so thick, wavy and bushy. Two ponytails in the front and a slim chain around my head didn't even restrain it enough. Maybe I should cut it, I mused. But I liked it long, even if it bothered me.

"Florina! Hurry up!" A slender elbow poked my ribs. I gasped, and leaped aside, then relaxed. I should have known that voice.

Fiora, my elder sister, smiled reassuringly at me. "Florina, don't be so timid. It's okay, I'm here for you."

"I-I know, Fiora," I said timidly. Come on, Florina!

Why couldn't I be braver? Even around women, I was uncomfortable. Men frightened me even more. Why couldn't I be like Fiora, calm, level-headed, always solving problems? Or even Farina, though it had been years since I'd seen her. She was always so bold, so cheerful...

She smiled warmly at me. "Okay. Just making sure."

Fiora turned and went, long, straight turquoise hair glinting in the afternoon sunlight. She was so tall, so beautiful. Her hair was perfectly combed; not a speck of dust was on her dress or armor. Why can't I be more like her? I wondered despairingly, smoothing my hair again and adjusting my armor.

And then there was the matter of Lord Hector.

Lord Hector...even his name made my head spin in a funny way. What was that feeling? I shivered, even though it was quite warm today. I'd never experienced that odd feeling before...usually men made me want to hide. Lord Hector did, too, but then, he was so...intimidating.

I forced the matter from my mind determindly. Be strong, Florina!

I clenched my teeth and walked through the camp to the edge where the horses and pegasi are stabled. Hyperion, the only wyvern in the camp, lived by his master Heath's tent. That was good, too, because the beast frightened me...

"Beauteous Florina!" called a familiar voice, and a man in green armor rounded a corner and started towards me.

Sain.

I yelped, and ran. Ducking my head, I raced through the mass of confused people milling around trying to get ready, grateful that my small size let me escape quickly – and ran smack into someone.

I stared into a blue cotton shirt – good, it wasn't someone heavily armored, which meant it was less of a chance of being one of the men – and almost fearing to, looked up, into the face of –

Lyn.

"Florina!" she laughed, pushing me away from her. "What are you doing, running so fast?"

"S-Sain," I managed, still recovering from the initial shock and then relief.

"Sain," she repeated, turquoise eyes narrowing. "I'm going to have to have a talk with him someday." Her expression softened, and she turned to me.

"Florina? Are you well?" she queried.

What was she talking about?

"L-Lady Lyndis!" I stammered. "I'm well, thank you."

"Good," she said, satisfied. "I was worried about you. But don't go out alone if you can, ok? You never know where archers might be lurking."

I managed a weak smile.

"Are you carrying enough healing salve?" she inquired further. "Your weapons – are they all in order?"

"Ah!" I started, then rummaged through my belt-pouch. "Well...let's see...A vulnerary..." What was she so concerned about? I could take care of myself. "And, um...my lance is in the stable area, where I was heading..."

"It's all right, Florina," she said gently. "Take your time. I'm here, if anything happens."

"But, Lady Lyndis!" I protested. "It shouldn't be like that! If anything, it should be the other way around! I'm here to protect you!" I stated firmly. I had vowed to protect Lyn!

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," she said amiably, grinning. "Didn't I always look out for you on the plains? Don't you remember?"

I grimaced. Of course. But things had changed. She was now practically the marchioness of Caelin, a noble. I wasn't even a full-fledged pegasus knight, just a friend that had sworn to help her.

"Of course..." I said, quietly. "But –"

Lyn cut me off. "No buts," she said, in that no-nonsense way of hers. "Florina, let's hurry. You have to get ready. Mark wants you in this battle, and we don't have much time."

I nodded dumbly and scurried off, towards the makeshift stabling area. I was Lyn's vassal now; why was she so concerned? I was supposed to serve her now...

Huey nickered and tossed his head when he saw me. I smiled in spite of myself. At least I had one true friend. Quickly I saddled and bridled him, then grabbed my lance and mounted up. Glancing around, I saw Fiora already mounted, calmly awaiting orders.

I sigh. No matter how hard I try, Fiora is always better.

"Come on, everybody!" called a loud, rough voice. I jumped, recognizing Lord Hector's voice, and felt Huey shift nervously under me. I reassured him with a pat on the neck.

"We're going!" shouted Hector, surveying the people he'd chosen for this battle. "We move fast, and take them by surprise! Try to get to the fortresses!"

I took a deep breath, and tried to compose myself. "You can do it, Florina," I murmured to myself reassuringly. "Come on."

"Let's go!" yelled Mark, and our fighters broke apart and split into small groups, heading out to take on the enemy. I spotted Fiora flying her pegasus over to take on a small group of monks. I decided to follow her.

"Come on, Florina," I whispered to myself. "You can do it."

I took another deep breath, and squeezed Huey. He took off gracefully into the air, and for one brief moment I reveled in the freedom of flight, until I remembered that there were more pressing matters at hand . . .


Winteress: Whoo! Well that wasn't too bad, was it?

Miss Daisy: Sort of. And we promise next chapter Farina will show up.

Sonia: HEY! You promised you would update Ursula's story next.

Quickening: -sigh- No, we never said we would update THIS story, we said next chapter Farina would show up.

Winteress: Okay, okay, break it up! -alarmed- Please review!

Nino: Yeah! And if you've got time read Fire too!

Winteress: ¬.¬

Nino: -cowers-

Miss Daisy: -.-;;