Disclaimer: I almost forgot about putting one of these in. I don't own any
of these characters, except maybe Rebecca's mom. The company that made
Fire Emblem owns them. Boo...now onto the story.
She could hear swords and axes clashing. She thought she was dreaming, like always, about exciting battles. She could feel herself waking up, but the sounds didn't decrease in volume. If anything, they increased. Suddenly her eyes shot open. Was that someone screaming?
"Rebecca!" Her mother came rushing into the room, her emerald hair waving wildly around her face.
"What! Mother? What's happening?! Where's father? Are we being attacked? I can fight! I will fight!" This was her chance to prove that she could do anything her father could.
Rebecca jumped out of bed, and stood as straight and tall as she could, ready for action, in her—
"Nightgown? Honey, you can do better than that." Her mother almost smiled, but was reminded of the gravity of their situation when a servingwoman ran into the room.
"Lady, you must come with me. Your husband doesn't want you to be in danger. You too little lady." Rebecca inwardly cringed at being called 'little', but fate was not done with them yet.
A young man with a jumble of pale blue hair and dressed in a soldiers' garb came rushing into the room, along with a young woman in a green traveler's cloak.
The man started to address the people in the room. Then he noticed—or seemed to notice, Rebecca couldn't tell because his eyes were covered by his mass of hair—that the magistrate, Rebecca's father, wasn't in the room, and Rebecca was in her nightgown.
The young man turned beet red and started sputtering apologetic babble, of which Rebecca could only decipher two words—"sorry" and "um". The young woman, who seemed comfortable in taking control, shook her head in exasperation and said—
"I told you to go to the first door on the RIGHT. Come on." With that, she apologized for the intrusion and led the young man out.
The servingwoman was the first to snap out of her shock.
"Hurry ladies! Let's go now!"
"No! I can fight!" cried Rebecca, her green eyes pleading and innocent, and yet filled with a fighting spirit. She didn't even wait for an answer while getting her hunting gear out to fight with.
When Rebecca finished getting ready, she looked straight into her mother's deep eyes and said, "Don't you dare try to stop me." Her mother's eyes filled with tears, but they were tears of pride and joy, not of sadness.
"I won't stop you my dear. You've made me proud to be your mother. You can go and fight on one condition."
"What's that mother?"
"You bring that bow and arrow back safely." Rebecca laughed and hugged her mother.
"I will!" she cried as she ran out of the door and straight into the same young man from before.
Before he could apologize profusely (again), Rebecca asked if he knew the people fighting outside. He looked startled that she would ask such a question, but then he seemed to notice her bow and arrows.
"Would you like to help us?" he asked.
Rebecca nodded vigorously.
The young man smiled and said, "I'm Lowen, and this is also someone who will be helping us." He waved the young woman forward.
"I'm Krista. Nice to meet you. Now let's go kick some...well you know." Rebecca smiled. She liked Krista's attitude. Amidst all the happiness, Lowen was getting agitated.
"Lowen? What's the matter?" asked Rebecca.
"Now I'm REALLY late, and Marcus is going to kill me!" he whined, "Hurry! Come on!"
Krista rolled her eyes, and Rebecca giggled.
"I said HURRY!" cried Lowen, "Get on my horse you two. You're both small enough." Both Krista and Rebecca cringed at being called 'small'. That set them into fits of laughter as they clambered onto Lowen's horse.
Lowen probably rolled his eyes as he sighed, "Girls are so strange..." and made his horse start trotting.
Riding on horseback was so exhilarating! It was like running in fast- forward, decided Rebecca as they zipped past plains and trees...and burnt houses. Her eyes glittered as her resolve to fight burned anew within her more fiercely than before.
I will get the beast that did this.
Rebecca felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Krista's.
"You OK?"
"...Yeah...I will be after the beast that did this..."
"I understand. You're still wanting to fight?" Rebecca nodded grimly.
"Yes. I—"
"Whoa!"
"Aaah! Ow..." Lowen had suddenly stopped his horse when the people he was supposed to meet had come into view. Rebecca, unaware that he was going to stop so fast, had been thrown off of the saddle and landed (not very gracefully) on the ground.
Rebecca saw stars. Such bright little stars. They kept getting brighter and brighter. I'm not dying am I? She thought. No, she couldn't be dying. People felt light and happy (supposedly) before they died, and she didn't feel that way. But why did those stars have a face attached to them. She was thoroughly confused now. It was such a handsome face—the face of an angel with concerned blue eyes.
As Rebecca came back steadily from semi-consciousness, she realized that her "stars" were not really stars. They were just this red-haired noble's gold circlet glinting in the sunlight. She also came to realize that his mouth kept opening and closing with sounds emerging...like he was trying to talk to her. Or was she still too out-of-it from her fall? She could hear him if she listened hard enough.
"Are you alright?"
"Uh...uh..." Why wasn't her mouth working? Maybe that fall was harder than she thought.
"Eliwood," said a man who Rebecca didn't know, "We cannot waste any more time. The brigands—"
THAT word knocked Rebecca back into her senses. Brigands. She would fight them all and make them leave her home. Forever.
Rebecca struggled to get up. This task was made harder by Lowen fervently pleading for forgiveness (yet again). When she finally did manage to get up—with Krista's and Eliwood's help—she turned to face Eliwood's companion who had spoken of the bandits earlier.
"I would like to offer my services to your company."
"I'm not so sure that you should. What do you think Eliwood?" asked the man.
"Well Marcus, she took a nasty blow from her fall, and the battlefield is no place for a girl—"
Krista interrupted Eliwood with an indignant "humph" and shoved back her hood to stare at him contemptuously.
"Oh, Krista! What a pleasant surprise! Y-You know I didn't really mean what I said about girls being...um...what I mean to say is...um...heh heh..." He stared sheepishly at her, running his fingers nervously through his red hair. Beautiful red hair, thought Rebecca.
Krista, with scathing humor, also offered her services as a tactician. That's why she doesn't have any weapons, mused Rebecca.
"Hey! I'm the one who found them!" cried Lowen, determined not to be left out. "Yeah. I found them at that place over there where that brigand...is...coming...from..."
"How dare that good-for-nothing brigand defile my home with his presence! Who does he think he is?!" Rebecca was about to get her answer.
The brigand strutted out of Rebecca's home and shouted, "I am Groznyi! This pathetic hovel shall now be mine! [insert evil laughter]" Rebecca flinched at what Groznyi said about her home, but with that came a new resolve to take him down.
"I think I'm ready to fight now," she declared through clenched teeth.
"Shall we commence to battle?" asked Marcus. The question was directed at Eliwood.
"Yes. Krista, do what tacticians do best." Krista nodded in assent.
"The rest of you—Lowen, Marcus, and Rebecca—prepare yourselves."
"Yessir!" they chorused.
"But Krista," inquired Rebecca, "how can you give us commands without the enemy noticing?"
Krista smiled, "You'll wear these of course," she replied as she handed everyone small ear-shaped devices. "You wear them in your ears and then I'll be able to talk to you no matter where I am. I'll probably be somewhere high and faraway so I can see everyone. Most of the time though you'll fight on your own 'cause I'm just here to warn you or give you advice from time to time."
"Thanks for the explanation," said Rebecca, "Now let's go pound that Groznyi into the ground!"
"We have to get through his thugs first."
Apprehensive silence followed Lowen's remark until...
"Hey Lowen?"
"Yes, Rebecca?"
"Shut up and fight." Lowen laughed.
"Yes ma'am!"
Have any questions, comments, or suggestions? Then REVIEW! The real action is going to come in the next chapter. I'm trying to make my chapters like this: 1) before battle, 2) during battle, and 3) after battle. Yes I'm evil. Please get over it. Oh yeah, and if you hated this chapter please tell me why (in a review) and I'll change it. Thank you.
She could hear swords and axes clashing. She thought she was dreaming, like always, about exciting battles. She could feel herself waking up, but the sounds didn't decrease in volume. If anything, they increased. Suddenly her eyes shot open. Was that someone screaming?
"Rebecca!" Her mother came rushing into the room, her emerald hair waving wildly around her face.
"What! Mother? What's happening?! Where's father? Are we being attacked? I can fight! I will fight!" This was her chance to prove that she could do anything her father could.
Rebecca jumped out of bed, and stood as straight and tall as she could, ready for action, in her—
"Nightgown? Honey, you can do better than that." Her mother almost smiled, but was reminded of the gravity of their situation when a servingwoman ran into the room.
"Lady, you must come with me. Your husband doesn't want you to be in danger. You too little lady." Rebecca inwardly cringed at being called 'little', but fate was not done with them yet.
A young man with a jumble of pale blue hair and dressed in a soldiers' garb came rushing into the room, along with a young woman in a green traveler's cloak.
The man started to address the people in the room. Then he noticed—or seemed to notice, Rebecca couldn't tell because his eyes were covered by his mass of hair—that the magistrate, Rebecca's father, wasn't in the room, and Rebecca was in her nightgown.
The young man turned beet red and started sputtering apologetic babble, of which Rebecca could only decipher two words—"sorry" and "um". The young woman, who seemed comfortable in taking control, shook her head in exasperation and said—
"I told you to go to the first door on the RIGHT. Come on." With that, she apologized for the intrusion and led the young man out.
The servingwoman was the first to snap out of her shock.
"Hurry ladies! Let's go now!"
"No! I can fight!" cried Rebecca, her green eyes pleading and innocent, and yet filled with a fighting spirit. She didn't even wait for an answer while getting her hunting gear out to fight with.
When Rebecca finished getting ready, she looked straight into her mother's deep eyes and said, "Don't you dare try to stop me." Her mother's eyes filled with tears, but they were tears of pride and joy, not of sadness.
"I won't stop you my dear. You've made me proud to be your mother. You can go and fight on one condition."
"What's that mother?"
"You bring that bow and arrow back safely." Rebecca laughed and hugged her mother.
"I will!" she cried as she ran out of the door and straight into the same young man from before.
Before he could apologize profusely (again), Rebecca asked if he knew the people fighting outside. He looked startled that she would ask such a question, but then he seemed to notice her bow and arrows.
"Would you like to help us?" he asked.
Rebecca nodded vigorously.
The young man smiled and said, "I'm Lowen, and this is also someone who will be helping us." He waved the young woman forward.
"I'm Krista. Nice to meet you. Now let's go kick some...well you know." Rebecca smiled. She liked Krista's attitude. Amidst all the happiness, Lowen was getting agitated.
"Lowen? What's the matter?" asked Rebecca.
"Now I'm REALLY late, and Marcus is going to kill me!" he whined, "Hurry! Come on!"
Krista rolled her eyes, and Rebecca giggled.
"I said HURRY!" cried Lowen, "Get on my horse you two. You're both small enough." Both Krista and Rebecca cringed at being called 'small'. That set them into fits of laughter as they clambered onto Lowen's horse.
Lowen probably rolled his eyes as he sighed, "Girls are so strange..." and made his horse start trotting.
Riding on horseback was so exhilarating! It was like running in fast- forward, decided Rebecca as they zipped past plains and trees...and burnt houses. Her eyes glittered as her resolve to fight burned anew within her more fiercely than before.
I will get the beast that did this.
Rebecca felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Krista's.
"You OK?"
"...Yeah...I will be after the beast that did this..."
"I understand. You're still wanting to fight?" Rebecca nodded grimly.
"Yes. I—"
"Whoa!"
"Aaah! Ow..." Lowen had suddenly stopped his horse when the people he was supposed to meet had come into view. Rebecca, unaware that he was going to stop so fast, had been thrown off of the saddle and landed (not very gracefully) on the ground.
Rebecca saw stars. Such bright little stars. They kept getting brighter and brighter. I'm not dying am I? She thought. No, she couldn't be dying. People felt light and happy (supposedly) before they died, and she didn't feel that way. But why did those stars have a face attached to them. She was thoroughly confused now. It was such a handsome face—the face of an angel with concerned blue eyes.
As Rebecca came back steadily from semi-consciousness, she realized that her "stars" were not really stars. They were just this red-haired noble's gold circlet glinting in the sunlight. She also came to realize that his mouth kept opening and closing with sounds emerging...like he was trying to talk to her. Or was she still too out-of-it from her fall? She could hear him if she listened hard enough.
"Are you alright?"
"Uh...uh..." Why wasn't her mouth working? Maybe that fall was harder than she thought.
"Eliwood," said a man who Rebecca didn't know, "We cannot waste any more time. The brigands—"
THAT word knocked Rebecca back into her senses. Brigands. She would fight them all and make them leave her home. Forever.
Rebecca struggled to get up. This task was made harder by Lowen fervently pleading for forgiveness (yet again). When she finally did manage to get up—with Krista's and Eliwood's help—she turned to face Eliwood's companion who had spoken of the bandits earlier.
"I would like to offer my services to your company."
"I'm not so sure that you should. What do you think Eliwood?" asked the man.
"Well Marcus, she took a nasty blow from her fall, and the battlefield is no place for a girl—"
Krista interrupted Eliwood with an indignant "humph" and shoved back her hood to stare at him contemptuously.
"Oh, Krista! What a pleasant surprise! Y-You know I didn't really mean what I said about girls being...um...what I mean to say is...um...heh heh..." He stared sheepishly at her, running his fingers nervously through his red hair. Beautiful red hair, thought Rebecca.
Krista, with scathing humor, also offered her services as a tactician. That's why she doesn't have any weapons, mused Rebecca.
"Hey! I'm the one who found them!" cried Lowen, determined not to be left out. "Yeah. I found them at that place over there where that brigand...is...coming...from..."
"How dare that good-for-nothing brigand defile my home with his presence! Who does he think he is?!" Rebecca was about to get her answer.
The brigand strutted out of Rebecca's home and shouted, "I am Groznyi! This pathetic hovel shall now be mine! [insert evil laughter]" Rebecca flinched at what Groznyi said about her home, but with that came a new resolve to take him down.
"I think I'm ready to fight now," she declared through clenched teeth.
"Shall we commence to battle?" asked Marcus. The question was directed at Eliwood.
"Yes. Krista, do what tacticians do best." Krista nodded in assent.
"The rest of you—Lowen, Marcus, and Rebecca—prepare yourselves."
"Yessir!" they chorused.
"But Krista," inquired Rebecca, "how can you give us commands without the enemy noticing?"
Krista smiled, "You'll wear these of course," she replied as she handed everyone small ear-shaped devices. "You wear them in your ears and then I'll be able to talk to you no matter where I am. I'll probably be somewhere high and faraway so I can see everyone. Most of the time though you'll fight on your own 'cause I'm just here to warn you or give you advice from time to time."
"Thanks for the explanation," said Rebecca, "Now let's go pound that Groznyi into the ground!"
"We have to get through his thugs first."
Apprehensive silence followed Lowen's remark until...
"Hey Lowen?"
"Yes, Rebecca?"
"Shut up and fight." Lowen laughed.
"Yes ma'am!"
Have any questions, comments, or suggestions? Then REVIEW! The real action is going to come in the next chapter. I'm trying to make my chapters like this: 1) before battle, 2) during battle, and 3) after battle. Yes I'm evil. Please get over it. Oh yeah, and if you hated this chapter please tell me why (in a review) and I'll change it. Thank you.