Disclaimer: I do not own fire emblem as it belongs to Nintendo

Innocent Monster

Chapter 1

The first thing that I noticed was darkness. Where the heck am I? Why am I here, all I remember was that I got tired of waiting for the last customer to pick up the bird house I created for him so I waited outside after getting impatient I closed up shop at nine fifteen instead of the usual nine and then…nothing. Did I get kidnapped or something else? Come on, Keith get it together and figure out what the heck is going on!

With my vision now clearing, Standing up I realized I was standing in the middle of the street away from the place I worked at as furniture maker of sorts as I also took other requests also which includes just about everything. Feeling really stiff for some reason I stretched my chest, neck and legs especially. Man it feels like I did a gauntlet with all my old wrestling teammates two or three times.

Suddenly there was red flash of light, blocking the light the best I could make out a figure in the light. The light itself made me feel uneasy but the person even more so. My old wrestling instincts were telling me run from this person. I took a few steps back only trip on something my back meeting something cold and stiff. Turning myself over, I found myself coming face to face with myself! My body still looked the same old, thin and slightly muscular in some places, BUT, my skull had a huge dent on the forehead and what seemed to be tire marks on my red shirt, my black leather jacket torn and ruined, and my black jeans torn at the knees down which also seemed disfigured as bent backwards toward the opposite direction showing bone and mangled flesh. Horrified I let out a scream full of horror. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I am dead! DEAD! WHY!? Why did THIS have to happen to me!?

I felt anger swell in me deep from my still heart. There were still things I wanted to do like travel the world ! Yet here I am DEAD! Twenty-two years of suffering, toiling, and happiness only to lead up to this! Curse this, Curse everything! My anger allowed to recover from my shock and gave me strength to stand. Suddenly I heard somebody giggling behind. I almost forgot about that person in my anger. This person dares to laugh at my death! I'll show them!

Feeling my knees scrap against the black ground near where my corpse lay, I stood myself up and charged forgetting my earlier fears toward the red light and toward the person laughing at me! When I managed to get about two feet to my target I saw the figure raise its hand and felt some kind of wind blow me off my feet sending me on my rear. What the heck was THAT! Did that come from him? The shock of what just happened managed to override my anger for a few seconds.

"My apologizes," Said the figure in both a male and female voice lowering its hand." I wasn't laughing at you or your death. But…" as it trailed off

Getting off my behind and tired of being on the ground I stood up and waited for this being to talk more so can get more information out of it so I could figure out was going on. After waiting a few seconds I realized that it was awaiting a reply from me. Knowing that I couldn't try attacking this being without is blasted on my butt or worse I opened my mouth to speak.

The only thing that came out was a thin wheezing sound that was like a mouse dying.

After trying in vain a few more times I heard the red lighted figure start to laugh real loudly that really ticked me off. Lord have mercy I wanna break his or her neck so bad right now. Waiting for a few minutes he or she managed to calm down "That was the reason I-I'm sorry b-b-but you should have h-heard yourself s-s-scream it was it was!" the figure started to laugh with a voice of cheering bell sounds of a lady and the booming drum of a man once again.

While I would most likely be laughing at a person if it happened to them, at least wait until they are of earshot you bastard! Who the heck is this person? What the heck is going on? And why can't I speak?

The figure took a deep breath calming down and started to speak seriously, "I am sure you have questions right now so can we start over?"

Nod.

"If you were wondering how you died," the figure pointed toward my mauled corpse, "hit and run from a drunk that forgot to turn on his lights while it was dark and before you start, you cannot haunt him for the rest of his life." Why the heck would I want to haunt a piece of trash such as that? There are actually people who want that? As long he is rotting in jail I could care less. What I am more worried about now is how my mother will take my death. That guy better pray to god she doesn't find him alone. I imagine she won't take it well since it's been only me and her since the old man left but I hope my old teammates and her friends will help her out. No they will that much was certain they are- no were like family. I mentally smirked to myself at imagining my funeral when I remembering tell my captain of the wrestling team to throw me a tequila party if I ever died. I wonder if I can meet her now. No now's not the time for these thoughts I need to focus on my current situation which is this jerk.

Seeing my uncaring expression the being continued "I imagine the reason why can't speak is that your soul itself was damaged, as there is no damage your body's vocal cords or wind pipes, and no I don't think you will be able to recover your voice but recover enough not to sound like…that." The being tried to cover the last round of laughter from appearing. I managed to silence it with the most evilest glare I could muster.

"As for what am I suppose you call me a messenger of sorts for the gods," sensing the ugly situation it almost created it changed the subject quickly by rubbing the back of the head sheepishly," I don't really have a name for what I am."

Perhaps Angels? No doesn't suit this being. Nothing I have seen on TV or read makes mentions them appear like a shadow surrounded by red light. Demon perhaps? It would suit it since it's been laughing at my current predicament, It doesn't matter at all; I want to know is what is going to happen to me now. Shouldn't I be sent to heaven, hell purgatory or something else entirely? Wherever it is I hope they have drinks I want- NO NEED to get far away from this person as soon as possible.

As if reading my mind the being suddenly gave a serious aura for once. The tension alone released by it made me remember that I dealing with a being that could slice me in pieces possibly. Did it read my thoughts?

Raising its voice a bit possibly so that I know it's serious it asked "I have a question for you now, know you can't speak so make us of this."

It waved its hand toward me as something flew toward me. Being the horrible catcher that I am hit me harmlessly in the shin and fell to the ground. Picking it up I realized I was holding a notepad with a pencil on top. After making sure that I received its gift and having a small giggle fit (Bastard), it asked me its question.

"What do you think of humanity?"

I was wondering why it asked me this question. I probably should answer if gets me to the afterlife or whatever sooner picking up the pencil I started to write my thoughts on humanity:

"Humans are monsters. We demolish many things. We take the gifts of nature as if a child with a toy that breaks on the same day it was made. We kill, rip, and tear anything in our way for the sake of living, even our own kind. But this is just the whole of humanity I speak of. It is the single individual in itself I enjoy. A soldier fighting for his or her ideals, whether or not it's for the family or just to put bread on the table, I respect them. A king that leads his people to his ideal world while trampling other civilizations. A single mother working two jobs to feed her children or stealing food in order to feed them. Seeing this kind of strength is beautiful in itself. Even if we are monsters that demolish things we can also create beauty while we do so. In essence, humanity is filled with beautiful monsters."

The moment I Finish writing the paper the notepad and even the pencil burst in blue flames. Surprised I dropped the items as quick as possible. Somehow the strange flames managed get on my hands and were slowly climbing up my arms! What the heck! I'm being burned what's going on?!

"Ah, it seems that god has finally chosen a spirit to help protect her world," said the figure relived with a small sigh. "It only took about two hundred interviews but it worked. I wish you luck!"

With a cheer and a wave to me the figure disappeared soon followed by the red light that accompanied it. Wait, you bastard! You didn't tell me any of this, aren't you suppose to tell somebody this kind of thing! I tried desperately to put out the flames by taking off my leather jacket that I loved so much hoping against hope that it would stop there. Expectantly it didn't as it has already touched my skin were it quickly engulf my arms and shoulders instantly. I threw myself to the ground trying the old tuck and roll thing but it only made the flames spread faster over my body. Having my legs and most of my chest covered in flames I gave myself up to them. With a small squeaky moan from my muted mouth I uttered out my last thoughts in this world.

"All I want right now is to see my mother, my teammates," as I pictured their faces as they all flash in my mind one last thing appeared as well. "And I want to see her...as well."

Bearing a small smile of pride and swallowing my long list of regrets and unfilled dreams the blue burning flames engulfed my face.

I felt cold.

Really cold.

Shouldn't I feel warm? I mean I was on fire so should I be dead again?

Opening my eyes I realized that I was lying on a stone floor. Raising myself up up, I can see several horses trapped in fences. A horse farm perhaps. Although looking at it there is about a large amount of horses probably amounting to a hundred or so and everything looks old fashion like a renaissance era exhibit even the fences don't seem to have the oils that are needed to preserve the wood and keep it from rotting to fast seem to be gone. It's dark as well if the moon wasn't so bright shining though the windows of the horse stalls and though a few small holes in the roof shouldn't there be at least some lights installed in here?

Suddenly I feel something soft hit me in the back of my head. Looking behind me I see a little girl in a yellow nightdress that seems to be a little too big for her as it barely touches the top of her little dirty feet. Her blond was everywhere as if she has been running and her hands were dirty and holding…horse feces?

"Go away! Go away," the little girl's blue eyes were red from tears that dripped down her face as she threw more of green wonderful stuff at me." It's not my fault! Papa did it, not me, not me!"

Letting her pelt me with feces as it hit my clothes, which were stained and torn beyond repair due to my incident earlier tonight, I tried to speak to her to figure out what is going on. What came out was another one of those horrid sounds that sound like a mouse keeling over and dying though at lower pitch. Good lord just hearing it would make a mouse kill itself, but it seemed to have an opposite effect on the girl. Causing her to momentarily stop throwing her crude, very cruddy weapons and stare at me with wide eyes and a mouth that threatened to twist into a smile. Really? How does my damaged voice seem that entertaining to everyone that hears it?

A sound of metal scraping against metal instantly destroys the girl's coming smile and causes me pause as I turn to see glinting steel laminated by the moon behind me. I can't see much of the man due to him hiding in the darkness several feet away but I could make out a black cloak and his steel blade in the right hand. Who the heck carries a sword these days? The girl takes a few slow steps back making some distance between me and the man. I feel the man staring at me uninterested

"Ylissean, hand the princess to me and mayhap I'll let you leave alive." The man said slick in killing intent as he pointed the sword toward me. Ylissean? Where have I heard that before? I ignored his killing aura as I pondered. Where and when am I? Why was I sent here?

The young girl whimpering shook me out of my brief thoughts. There are more important things to do first. Should I hand over the girl? The minute I thought that was answered quickly with a no. I would be sending this child to her death most likely. I despise people who seek harm to children as well. While I am used to being threatened with knifes and other weapons due to where my mother and I used to live before I made it to high school was I lived in the places where crime was high, I know that attacked by them and sometimes I would win when it was just fist against fist. One of those times I was strung up with tape and had rocks thrown at me. I should probably try to escape. Gritting my teeth I Took a few quick steps back I tried to inch my way toward the girl only to have her take three steps back hiding deeper into the dark showing me that she doesn't trust me enough to get close to her. I cannot speak either so I can't announce my intent either and I won't be able grab the little girl without the assassin moving ahead and-

Wait a second ahead. I got it!

Lifting my right arm where the girl was currently, I took a protective stance toward the assassin. I made the most defiant stare I could toward my might be killer. Oh god I hope this works!

"If you can control the head you can control the body." I hear my coach's voice in my head suddenly

"I see you made your choice Ylissean," as the man made his intent known he proceeded to charge toward me "then allow me to send you to hell!"

At three feet I heard the man's shoes spread the dirt

At two feet I heard the little miss scream and I uttered a pray to God.

At one foot away the man raised his sword over his head with his right hand. Now!

With my right arm I quickly palmed the guy on the right side of the head hard enough to cause him shift his sword more to the left and away from the girl and the right side of my body. I quickly tried to move out of the sword's path only have it dig into my left shoulder. As it went in my shoulder I could hear the young girl scream as blood came out the wound. Holding a groan of agony inside, I looked at the man with one golden eye peering from his hooded head still hiding in the ebony darkness as he started to lift the blade.

As soon as the blade left the shoulder, I ignored my pain and kicked the guy in the stomach making him groan in pain as I quickly grabbed his sword-hand with my unwounded hand and tried to yank the sword out. This guy has an iron grip; literally, as his black steel gauntlet made it hard to rip it out as it gave me little room to grab.

"Y-you bastard!" yelled the man as I got a good look at his face showing that he had golden eyes and dark tanned skin…also his breath smells horrible! Geez, get a breath mint! You could kill a guy with it being so putrid!

Also I am a bastard huh?

This whole situation is felicitous. Protecting a girl form an asshole such as this. Of course there wasn't blood in the first meeting when I first met her.

When was the last time I had to deal with a situation such as this? It was five years ago was it not?

Forcing myself to focus out of the pain and my old memories, the man with golden eyes then grabbed the sword with his other hand as well. As much I would love to do the same with a damaged shoulder it made it hard to move my left arm. I can feel my grip start to slacken on the blade. This is not going to end well if this keeps up.

While we struggled for ownership for the blade I noticed the girl had managed to get behind the man and seemed be holding something rather heavy for her .Looking at the object made me raise my eyebrows...is that a lance used on horses in duels? While it would probably be light for me even with one arm working currently it made the girl walk cumbersomely as she lifted over her head as she took a few strides with her bare feet toward us. Well someone's feeling a little gutsy.

"Leave the funny old man alone!" cried out the girl. Funny? Perhaps. OLD?! Heck no!

The man didn't see the lance comedown on the back of his head as he was glaring at me. He let go of the blade with this hit as he raised his hands to the back of his head. Still holding the lance the girl fell to the ground onto the dull lance. Taking this chance I raised the slightly blade to underneath his chin inches near his throat.

"What are you waiting for? Kill me!" the man said his golden eyes shining even brighter in the moonlight. Does this guy really want me to kill him? When I died all I could think about was the people I would leave behind. I don't have the heart to kill this man. I enjoy fighting competively but this would be taking it too far. Just as I was going to remove the sword from the man's throat I heard footsteps and clinks of metal approaching… as in a lot of them. I am going to have to fight more like this man?

Do have no choice but to kill this man? I wouldn't be capable of living with that I think.

"Milady Lissa are you there?!" A loud voice screams out and the young girl in a dirtier nightgown instantly rises to her feet.

"Fredrick!" the young girl yells back moving to go past me coming very close to the tanned brown man. The said man mad a wicked sneer showing his yellowed teeth. Oh he is not going to-!

"For Plegia!" the man yelled out raising his right arm to reveal a dagger as he made a move toward the girl named Lissa. Instinctively I moved the slightly heavy sword clumsily sideways cutting him in the chest making the yellowed teeth man take several steps back. I obviously didn't cut deep enough kill him as was still standing. Leering at me and switching his gaze to behind me he quickly turned around and ran deeper into the darkness of the stable.

Dropping the sword I let out a sigh as the adrenaline from the fight left me. Of course the pain from my left shoulder begins to bother me even more causing me to hold it with my undamaged arm. Turning around I saw Lissa standing near a boy wearing heavy armor with brown hair that looked to be perhaps fifteen or sixteen give or take staring me down as if trying to assign a threat level to me. Wait a moment….

Fredrick.

Lissa.

Plegia.

Ylissean.

Oh no, no, no, no! This is impossible this can't be! Have been transported to Fire Emblem Awakening? What the heck is going on here?!

Suddenly a small floating ball the size of firefly rose between by eyes. Then another. Then another. Until all I could see was blue light. What is happening? What is going-?

As the blue light surrounded me completely an old memory causing my heart to still as I lost consciousness.

"You b-bastard," a blacked hair seventeen year old- man wheezed out with two others helping him up "Why are you getting in our way of teaching that bitch a lesson?"

He pointed toward a junior high school blind girl with blond hair who was taking her head out the toilet they shoved her head in. the said girl was coughing causing the long hair that dripping wet to flow back and forth as she spread out her hands to look for the guiding stick they took form her.

"No reason really," I said nonchalantly as I shook my right hand that punched the guy in the gut." I just saw a lady being messed with by a couple pieces of trash and thought "hey, she might need some help taking out the garbage."."

"You!" the same guy yelled out obviously angry now causing me to smile at him

"Man, he is not worth it." Said one of his buddy

"He's right man let's go." Said garbage number three.

With a glare of snake ready to lunge at his prey he left with the other duo following behind him. Once they were gone I erased my smile and turned around to grab the red and white stick just outside the stall they forced the girl into. Hearing the threat has passed the girl seemed to slow down a little in her search as saw her shoulders start to tremble. Making a small sigh as I hoped my coach would not hear of what happened so I don't get kicked off the wrestling team, I took a step toward and brought my hand down softly on her shoulder.

"Eeep!" the girl turned where my hand was located her soggy hair covering her face.

"Whoa! It fine, I'm not with the other guys," surprised at her reaction I flinched.

"W-who are you?"

"My name is Keith," holding the stick out so it touches her left hand I spoke my name "and you are?"

The lady reached out to the stick with the hand and slowly stood up causing her hair to move and reveal her face.

Brown eyes met glassy tear filled eyes

"My name is- is A-Alisa." She sobbed out.

That was the start of many good memories. It was also the start of my greatest regret four years later….

Alisa, even though I am dead it seems I can't join you just yet… I hope I will someday though.

A/N: I thought of this idea for some time now. The idea for this fic is to explore what humans do to protect the ones they care about most so it is goanna be dark here and there. But, don't worry there will be humor here and there to balance it out. Also if you think my oc Keith is a bit Sueish( whatever that is) I apologize. It has been several years that I wrote stories for entertainment instead I worked on research papers and stuff like that for college so if you can find out what I can do for this self-insert better let me know.

Anyway if you wondering what happened to Keith everything will be explained next chapter. When it will be released will most likely near the end of next month since I have real life stuff to do.

Now to tie you over for now here's is a bit of trivia:

The name Keith means from the battlefield or from the woods depending on which European country you are looking at.

It was suggested by a friend who is a fan of the Fate series by Type-Moon, baking sweets, and who saw RoseWarden's ( the author of the FE fic Cycle, check it out) reponse to one of my reviews of his or her work that Keith would have the ablity to fire food such as hard French bread and lemon pies out of a portal. It was denied, making my friend whenever I see them now to tell me that the cake is a lie.

My OC Alisa is based off an old friend of mine that I dated for a time and was very good to me.

Until next time!