A/N: There aren't enough fanfics out there about Canas…even though Canas is just so dang cool. Purple eyes, purple hair, a MONOCLE, I mean, come on! So, I figured I just HAD to write about him. Get ready to discover ventilation shafts, Camera Blobs, and the fact that even smart shamans can have NO common sense.

The stuff written in italics are the things Camera Blob films (Canas's documentaries!)

The normal words are basically just Canas wandering around.

The words in bold are Canas' wife.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem. Or Nigel Thornberry. –sob!-

CHAPTER ONE—The Intriguing Walls of Laus

"Hellooooo, I'm Canas, your guide to the strange and mystical world of Fire Emblem!"

A purple haired shaman appeared on the screen, smiling and waving pleasantly.

"Today we will explore…" Canas paused thoughtfully. "Actually, I have no idea what we will explore, but I'll figure it out eventually! Tally-ho!" He started to run, tripped over his cape, got up, grinned sheepishly and waved at the screen, then continued to run.

At home, watching him, an anima mage laughed as she sat with her son in her lap. A large mirror, swirling with the blackness of dark magic, was in front of her, and Canas was using dark magic to film himself and send these "videos" back to her.

"You are hopeless…" the mage muttered, bouncing her child on her knee. "But you are so funny, my husband…"

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"Right, then," said Canas, looking around. "I think I need to find something to explore. But what?" A huge lightbulb appeared above his head. "SNIPERS!"

The shaman didn't know WHY he was going to go run after snipers, but it seemed like an interesting idea. So run he did—right into a wall.

Instead of being dazed, Canas shouted "Intriguing!" and went to work studying the wall. He waved his hand absentmindedly and a blob of black magic appeared beside him, filming his every move.

"Hellooooo, I'm Canas, and today we are now exploring A WALL!" Canas held out his hands, displaying the wall. "But not just any wall—this seems to be a SPECIAL wall!" He looked at the screen, and his face fell into a picture of sadness. "Come now, don't think I'm crazy."

"That's exactly what I think," his wife muttered.

"My dear wife," Canas continued, as if he had heard her though she knew he hadn't, "This wall is special because it is a ROYAL wall! It seems that I am in…" Canas looked around. "Laus. I am in Laus. And this wall makes up part of Marquess Laus' castle! Let's go seek an audience with the Marquess himself, shall we? It would be so fun to interview him, I wonder what it's like to rule a place…"

With that, Canas commanded his little Camera Blob to follow him into the castle. Getting past the guards was a simple matter—the Camera Blob accidentally ran into one. Hurt by the black magic, the guard went down.

"Oh!" cried Canas. "Erm…terribly sorry, old chap. Why don't I leave my vulnerary with you—oh, look! Isn't that just the bee's knees!"

Forgetting all about the guard, the shaman ran into the castle to study the ornate walls. He walked through this hallway and that, commenting on everything he saw.

"And these are the rugs of Laus! Intriguing! And these are the vases of Laus! Intriguing! Wow, would you look at that! The AIR VENTS OF LAUS!" Without further ado, Canas and his Camera Blob climbed into a vent in the ceiling. They made their way through the ventilation system (and this is the dust of Laus! Intriguing!), but for all Canas' fascination with the world, he didn't have enough common sense to question WHY a medieval castle would have a ventilation system.

Eventually, though, even Canas found air vents a little less interesting a forty-seventh time around, so he waved to the Camera Blob and it winked out.

"Righty then," Canas muttered to himself. "Perhaps I should get back to documenting the walls of Laus…if I can find a way out of here…goodness it's gloomy…what's this?" Canas peered through a grate to find Marquess Laus standing directly beneath him. The shaman was about to shout "Splendid!" aloud, but noticed a cloaked figure standing in the shadows, and decided to be quiet for a moment.

Canas snapped his fingers and the Camera Blob appeared again.

"Intriguing," the shaman whispered.

"Marquess Laus," said the shadowy figure. It's voice was soft, but it seemed to pierce through the very air. "Your son is not doing so well in the battlefield."

"Erik will be fine," said the Marquess, though he didn't sound so sure of himself.

"Don't be a fool," the figure hissed. "Lord Eliwood is stronger than you estimated. Your son does not stand a chance. We must leave now, before the enemy army appears at our doorstep."

"Leave?" asked the Marquess, shocked. "Leave my son! How could I?"

"You want to rule Lycia, do you not?"

Canas could see a pair of golden eyes glinting through the shadows.

"Yes, but—"

"You knew that sacrifices would have to be made. This is one of them."

"I can't leave my son, Ephidel!"

The shadow called Ephidel shrugged it's thin shoulders. "Fine then. You don't have to rule Lycia, Lord Nergal can find someone else…"

"No!" said Marquess Laus quickly. "You're right. Let us leave."

Ephidel made a strange motion with his hands, and the two disappeared.

"Well!" said Canas indignantly. "Leaving his own son, of all things!"

"Imagine that," said his wife sarcastically, holding her baby close. She smiled and looked down at her son. "Don't worry—your father will come home some day. I knew he'd never be able to stay in one place…he just loves the world too much. He wants to learn everything there is to learn."

"Hmm…well, that was odd." Canas looked around. "I wonder where those two went? And I wonder how I get out of here—aaaahh!" The grate Canas was kneeling on suddenly gave, and the shaman tumbled down to the floor. "Righty then…problem solved. If painfully."

Canas got to his feet and looked around, motioning for the camera blob to disappear.

"I say…this is quite a big castle. Now how do I get out? Look, an archer! Come here, Sir Archer!"

The archer nocked an arrow and pointed his weapon at Canas. "What have you done with the Marquess?"

"No, wait…no, don't point that bow at me…what are you talking about? I didn't do anything with the Marquess!"

"Then where is he? Did you see anyone with him?"

"I did see a rather shady character…," Canas confessed. "He had golden eyes, it was most intriguing. Wait! Why are you running away?"

Too late, the archer was gone. Canas sighed.

"Oh dear…I do think I am in trouble. What am I going to do?"

A lightbulb popped up above his head.

"I know! I can run!"

With that, the brave and intrepid Canas boldly…ran for his life.

A/N: Yes, yes, it's very short…sorry. Mayhap these chapters will get longer as I discover a plot. Yes, that's right—ONCE AGAIN, Kender has started a story without a plot in mind! (grins). Well, please review if you liked it. I'm off to sally forth unto other random adventures, until the next chapter rolls around!