Eek! Soren is totally awesome! And so is his…ahem…petite dilemma. (Personally, I like Path of Radiance better than Fire Emblem 7.)

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Soren's Petite Dilemma

Scritch scratch scritch. The sound of pen on paper filled the near empty tent. Sighing, the adolescent rechecked his work. He set aside his pen and let the sounds of night envelop him. Soon, he was asleep.

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"Soren. So-o-o-o-ren! Wake up already!" Soren slowly lifted his head, blinking away the sleep in his eyes.

"Huh…? Rolf! What do you think you are doing in here?" The small green-haired boy shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Commander Ike told me to wake you up. So wake up!"

"…" His fuchsia eyes bore into Rolf's blue ones.

"W-well…ah…Mist dared me to." Soren shook his head.

"You'll do anything for that girl just to show you aren't scared. Hurry up and get out. I need to talk to—"

"Please, Soren! Don't tell Oscar or Boyd that…that I did that! I promise I won't do that again. Please, Soren…"

"Out." He pointed a long finger towards the entrance. Rolf obliged.

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Soren walked towards the commander's tent. Mia reported she saw the Duke's troops coming their way. How they tracked their way to them was anyone's guess. A spy, perhaps?

"Ike! I need to speak with you." He called from outside of the tent.

"Then get in here." Soren entered and noticed that Princess Elincia of Crimera was present. He bowed stiffly.

"Ike, the fat man's troops has tracked us down. At least, according to Mia." Soren said, in his straight forward way.

"Hm…So…they haven't actually surrounded us, right?"

"Correct."

"Order everyone to take up defensive positions. And…make sure the long-range people stay well concealed in the trees." Soren inclined his head slightly and strode out of the tent. Immediately, he started to issue orders to everyone.

"Zihark, over there. Cut down anyone—what? Oh all right, fine! You, there! Don't hiss at me! You're with Zihark. What do you mean—…look. You have to. I know he's a beorc. I'm not stupid, like you. Oh, yeah. Astrid. Over there, where the trees are pretty thick. Yeah, there. What? No, no! Tormond, out. You won't be any help now. …Stop giving me that look." And so it went, until he found Ilyana. As usual, she was looking quite faint, her face a shade paler than normal. She looked at him, expecting an order from him. He sighed. "Here. I won't be needing this, anyway." He produced a slice of beef jerky and handed it to her. She squeaked.

"O-oh! Thank you…thank you so much…"Quickly, she wolfed it down, licking her lips. Soren shook his head.

"Go. Now."
"A-alright…Thank you…"

Soren watched Ilyana scamper off. She, too, was a sage. But Soren still outranked her. He was kind of glad that Ike had 'rescued' her. Tormod was, well, weak in this stage. He had great potential in magic, but he just didn't listen to Soren. And that was weird. Everyone listened to him. Well, that fat Duke Tanas is waiting, Soren thought. Better move along.