Hiya! Okay... I know what you're thinking, Tanith? Really Twilight, a FanFic about... Tanith? Well if you know me, which I doubt you do, you would know that I have a thing, what is it? It's the fact that most all my favorite characters from most games are mostly minor characters. Example: My favorite Fire Emblem characters (Radiant Dawn) Are, not in this order, Ilyana, Mia, Lethe, Lucia, Tanith, Titania, Nephenee, Sothe, Ike, Rolf and Boyd. Some more than others. The list could continue... But anyway, as I searched through this wonderful fandom, I noticed the lack of Tanith fics. Not to mention that half of the few are yuri (A.k.a: The accursed) Of the pairing: Tanith with Sigrun. Ewwww... Just. Ew. I like them as FRIENDS and wish for a fic with Tanith/Sigrun FRIENDSHIP. And TanithxOscar as MORE THAN FRIENDS. So I have decided to take up writing a NO YURI fic for Tanith. I will also not be totally following the story to a T. So my text and stuff won't be very accurate... Neither will the timing of things. And if your still reading my incredible long note. I stress how well things are written so I beg your reviews to tell me if I fail as a writer!

You're awesome. ^_^ Rock on.

For as long as Tellius had been a continent, every person in that continent had a weakness. Whether it is finest tuned soldier, hardened by years of training for wars that may never happen, to the peasant girl who stayed in her home all day. They had a weakness.

If you were to meet a certain Pegasus knight, you would beg to differ. The Great Demon, as most of her comrades called her, had seemingly no weakness what so ever. And even she was convinced that nothing could break her. Her eternal loyalty to the Begnion empress, Sanaki. Had harden her like a rock. Much unlike the woman in command of the Holy Knights, Sigrun.

No, the other knights had come to think of Sigrun as the softest woman they had ever met, with her calming demeanor and motherly look, she stood as the near opposite of Tanith. The only thing tying them together was their love for the apostle. Both would gladly give their lives to save the young ruler, both turned into murderous warriors (Betraying Sigrun's kindness) on the battle field and both had sworn their loyalty to Empress Sanaki. And while Sigrun was much closer to the apostle, Tanith was still her dear friend.

Ah, yes. Tanith did have friends; of course those friends were much more... Friendly to her than she to them. And, not surprisingly, Sigrun was (Or at least trying to be) One of those 'friends'. Her countless attempts to speak with the sharp eyed, raven-haired knight, had gotten her a mutual friendship with, said knight. Including idle chatter as they passed each other and the very rare, dare I say? Wave at each other.

Of course there were other friends, Tanith had managed to make a few in the Mad King's War three years ago, such as the heron prince, Reyson, and Oscar, the friendly, squinty, knight. Who had so kindly offered to teach her how to cook considering how horrible her cooking truly was. Oh yes, it would be quite the task to uphold, turning her green, oily broth into his gourmet stew.

But it was a promise...

Oh well, she didn't expect him to keep it anyway... But enough of this back-story-ness! After all, a battle was in progress...

Sir Ike had gone off to attack what they had thought to be the main force, The Greil Mercenaries were to rout the enemy and cause enough distraction for the Begnion Army to lead the empress safely through a small canyon and into Daein. They were not however expecting an ambush attack.

The Daein Army had come from nowhere, led by a young girl. And they seemed to be fighting hard, but they were obviously desperate and their morale low. So it did not come to a shock that, the Begnion army was using the low sprits of the enemy to their advantage.

There for, both sides had taken far too many losses, so it was no surprise that Tanith was simply dyeing to go into battle. But Sigrun had been ordered her to stay back and protect the apostle at all cost... It was truly sad. Not that she disliked the order, in fact, it meant that Sigrun thought very highly of her strength and considered her worthy of a place next to the royal carriage.

But oh how she longed for a battle! She could feel her lance itching to tear through an enemy soldier... Her Pegasus getting uneasy sitting still, what with all the battle cries and what not. She heard the scream of a soldier as his life was ended and wished even more to be in the thick of it... She nervously rung the handle of her silver lance, she hadn't even had a chance to use it! A weapon of its might was not made to sit in its owners hand as they watched a battle fly by, no! But... She must hold her ground; she must not ask to fight. Ah, but she could feel the bloodlust rising in her, begging and screaming to be let out. To end someone or something... Anything!

Yes as out of character it was, even the strongest, most stone cold heartless knight could get consumed in the chaos of war. It was beautiful... She gnawed feverishly on her bottom lip, trying to compose herself. The battle was nearing the end... Both sides were too weak to continue. If only she could fight!

She glanced at Sigrun, perfectly still, strait face. She could however see that the teal haired woman was also ringing away at her lance. Seeing the woman so calm made her regain her stony composure... She took note that, despite the battle nearing the end, the ground was still swimming with soldiers. An ocean of yelling and screaming, glinting swords as they clashed into each other... The look in soldier's eyes after defeating the enemy, it was ghastly. The pure lust and longing to run your weapon through the flesh of who you were fighting.

It was war. It was addicting, you had to be strong if you didn't want to lose yourself to the war, and Tanith had known many a good soldier, ready and willing to do whatever they were told to do. But they had been lost to the feeling of war... That want, no, that NEED to end a life, time and time again. But they got to cocky; they thought they could take on anything. Turns out as soon as they met an enemy worthy enough to fight them... They lost...

And so is the art of war. A mesmerizing picture that would capture the hearts of any who let it.

Tanith, in her early years was almost lost to it as well. Lucky for her, Sigrun had saved from being consumed and had even admitting to almost losing herself. But she had overcome it with this simple phrase "As long as war is what consumes you, it will be the thing that rules you."

Tanith had been so lost in her own thoughts, she had hardly noticed Sigrun had said that, thinking it was her imagination she continued watching the bloody red sea of soldiers until...

"Tanith." Finally realizing that it was Sigrun speaking to her. She pulled her eyes away to face her superior. Her eyes were slightly concerned as they searched the dark eyes of her allies, finally landing on the vice grip Tanith had on her lance. Sigrun's eyes widened at this, the battle thirsty woman's knuckles had turned a ghostly white as they continued ringing away, although she maintained her stone cold expression.

"Tanith, your han-" She was cut off by an enemy soldier who had somehow managed to break through their front lines. He was holding a torch, as if he thought he could get close enough to actually light the carriage. And seeing her chance, Tanith saw red, her Pegasus reared back as she pointed her lance in the direction of the poor soldier. In one swift motion he fell.

She took a few deep breaths as she tried to calm herself, her nose crinkled up. "Dastard." She scoffed. She stamped out the torch before yelling at whoever was supposed to be guarding that side. Her eyes refocused on the battle, her hands relaxed.

"That's it. We've won." Sigrun paused. "Order the men to prepare to move out." She sighed as she turned to the carriage.

"Yes, commander." Tanith also turned her Pegasus to complete the task at hand. She took to only around ten feet from the ground, but how she would have loved to take to the skies... The freedom of flying was the soul reason for most Pegasus knights to become Pegasus knights, you see."

Most of the men coward as she flew by, watching her, praying she wouldn't look at them with those deadly sharp eyes. Others saluted, even though they were most likely even more frightened. But all of them took some sort of joy from the woman flying around the battle field. But why would joy come from the Great Demon herself?

The sign for the end of a battle was a Pegasus flying over head with its weapon holstered. A symbol of peace. Many of the men showed their approval with the yells of rejoice, pumping their weapons into the air, making the sea of war into a sea of glinting silver. She circled back to her position next to the carriage, the heavy thumping of her Pegasus wings as they reached the ground. The animal whined and shook its head, throwing it's mane into its masters face. Tanith gently patted her dear winged horse and took in the sight before her. War, nothing new.

Sigrun was still there, still staring out in front of her, an unwavering gaze that could pierce ones very soul. "We lost many men." She said, never faltering from her perfect position. "Around how many casualties did you see?"

Tanith scoffed. "Too many."

Sigrun shook her head, she opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the yells from several soldier pointing at the top of the cliff. Both women turned to see what the fuss was about. To their horror they watched as buckets and buckets of oil were poured into the canon, archers stood next to the men pouring the foul liquid down on the unsuspecting army. Let's repeat. Archers. The number one fear of all Pegasus knights

"They're going to light us on fire!" Someone yelled, she didn't know who. Her mind had all ready gone straight to the number one duty of one in the Holy Guard: Protect the apostle. That was it. Sigrun had already flown next to the door of the carriage and was saying something to the apostle, a few more moments and the young empress was jumping on behind Sigrun.

"Holy Guard! Protect the apostle! We shall be her shield!" Tanith barked. All of said guard jumped a bit at the thought. All those archers taking aim... That would certainly strike fear into the hearts of any Pegasus knight, right? But no, not Tanith, she would gladly give her life for the apostle. The way she saw things, the apostle was all that mattered. Anything lost protecting her was simply a required loss. So she hardly heard the empress yelling about the grounded men being doomed, or how she had seen enough bloodshed... All she heard was the steady flapping of wings with her heart beat. But she did hear a girl commanding the men to take aim, and bring down the apostle. This infuriated Tanith, she would end that girl.

But wait, there was another pair of wings, and a... Laguz? Indeed, and one of the bird tribe too... Ulki, as she recalled. He was flying there, just as though he was waiting for something. Tanith held her lance at the ready; she would not let a single thing get past her.

More wings... perhaps Sir Ike had sent in reinforcements... That would be nice. And sure enough, the man she recognized to be the hawk king, Tibarn. Flying above them, holding a boy with green hair. Tanith could hear a girl scream, then the hawk king saying...

"If I see one arrow fly... The boy get's a lesson in falling!"

She couldn't hear after that, but she was certainly thankful for the help. She could however tell that they were talking. The king shrugged, he lessened his grip and the boy fell. She looked on, not pitying him at all. He had threatened the apostle, he was worthless. She watched him plummet. Down, down, down...

Right into Ulki's talons.

She heaved a sigh; it would have served that girl right to watch her friend die. After all, she had threatened the apostle. But Tanith supposed that the hawk king just didn't want that boy's blood on his talons. Ah, well. They were on the ground again, the apostle was safe and that was what truly mattered.

Around ten minutes later, they were still at the cliff basin. Sigrun had been busy, speaking with the apostle and of course, being the Sigrun, she had to thoroughly question Sanaki as to whether she had been injured. (Even though it wasn't really possible that she had been) But she was finally done. Being lucky enough to find Sigrun alone, Tanith approached her. "Commander, what are our orders?" This not being the reason for Tanith coming. No she was there hoping to try out this 'friendly conversation' thing. (Take note the Tanith's friendly conversation starts with 'what are our orders')

"Ah, Tanith. There you are... You weren't hurt were you?" That's Sigrun. Motherly, ignoring Tanith's question. Tanith had always thought that the best way to describe Sigrun would a dove. Sweet, graceful, motherly, but just as a dove: When someone she was close to, or herself, was threatened. She turned to a demon, she would chase them away, pecking them and beating them until they didn't dare threaten her again. Tanith took joy in the mental picture of Sigrun as a dove, pecking an enemy soldier. Ah, yes. That was Sigrun.

Tanith ripped herself from her thoughts in order to answer her commanding officer. "No, but-"

"Oh! That's good to hear..." She cut in. "Anyway. I would like to speak with you. You were very quick to jump in front of those arrows, and while I encourage the knights to be quick in protecting Sanaki. You're a good soldier -although you're a bit overly confident at times- and I don't want you getting yourself killed just because you feel threatened."

Tanith sighed, is this what friendly conversation was? "My only purpose in life is to protect the apostle. That is all my life will ever be." You would expect at least a little hint of sadness at the last part, knowing that your life is just one thing? No, Tanith was 'happy' here.

"Hmm..." She appeared in deep thought. After several seconds of the commander silently staring at the younger deputy, her eyes glinted. "Well met. I shall be leaving now. Goodbye, Tanith!" And with that, the woman walked away. Leaving a slightly confused Tanith to wonder if that truly was conversation. (Take note that Sigrun never answered the original question)

Well, yep... Please review, as the fact that I have doubts on my first chapters. And here's the deal. I have like, five chapters done, and once those are up. I will be updating whenever the heck I have time. Sorry if that sounds rude, but I have a lot of stuff to write, so updates will be few until I get some more time ^^ Thanks so much for reading this, you're awesome!

~TheTwilightWarrior