Draknal: Greetings one and all. This is my newest fic that I have been working extremely hard on for some time. I got the idea for this fic a while back, and it has been in production for about 2 months. I hope that you all enjoy the hard work that I have put into this fic.

Karla: Didn't you promise a few times now that you wouldn't take so long to make or update fics?

Guy: Yeah, what happened to that? Get lazy did we?

Draknal: -sigh- Yes, a bit. But it can't be helped now. Thanks to Gingy Mittens for keeping me on track! I'm fine now that this fic has been posted!

Guy: Can we get on with it now?

Karla: Yes, may we start?

Draknal: Disclaimer!

Raven: Draknal does not own Fire Emblem or its characters, just the things that he made up in this story and the plot.

Draknal: Role it!


When Worlds Collide

By: Draknal

The sun shone brightly over the trees. A lazy solo cloud drifted in the bright blue sky. Ah yes, it was just another normal day. People went about their business just as they had always done. Unbeknownst to them all, at that very moment, a battle for the fate of their world was taking place on the Island of Valor, inside a place ominously called the Dragon's Gate…

"Eliwood look out!" Hector yelled.

The red haired lord had not seen his opponent get behind him. Spinning around quickly, Eliwood tried to parry the attack with his mighty Sword of Sacred Fire, Durandal.

Unfortunately, the massive size of the weapon, which always helped him create an unstoppable attack and great defense, lacked in the speed he needed to block the counter attack. He felt a burning sting in his left arm.

'Damn, he's too fast for me to stop his every attack' he thought. He jumped back and landed on his knee. Pausing to catch his breath, he looked at his opponent.

Lloyd, the white wolf, or at least the morph version of him, readied for another attack with his silver sword. He turned and stared at the near exhausted Lord.

"Pity," was all he said before he lunged at him again.


On the other side of the battle, Eliwood's comrades were having just as difficult a time with their opponents.

Priscilla, now a Valkyrie, was facing off against Ursula. She stared into the cold emotionless eyes of the morph and watched her raise her tome. It was one she had never seen before, but was sure that the effects were just as deadly as any other magic.

In response to this action she took out her own tome, an Elfire, and began reading the incantation. Both attacks were launched at the same time. The Elfire spell, however, was canceled out by the force of the magic the morph was wielding. Then, its attack found its target. Priscilla was hit with the force of one thousand winds, and several wounds began to open as the winds sliced through her skin.

Before she could react, the morph had launched a second spell, but this time, it was at full strength since there was no opposing spell to weaken it. At the last second Priscilla managed to put up a barrier that shielded her from the attack. However, doing this depleted what magic was in her staff and its head piece shattered. Next time, she couldn't protect herself with a barrier…

Ursula attacked again but Priscilla managed to get her steed to move out of harms way, so the damage was minimal. The horse however, was hit partially by the spell and reared in pain. Priscilla was dismounted from her horse and knocked to the ground.

'This morph… its magic is way too strong for me… I'm sorry lord brother, I have let you down.'

Ursula was now standing over her target. She raised her hand for an attack, and read the incantation without a sign of sorrow in her expression. But before it could be launched, a Tomahawk landed in the morph's back.

The spell was immediately canceled and the morph turned to see who had attacked it.

Raven stood with his sword now drawn, and a look of rage on his face. "Don't ever harm my sister…" he spoke gravely. Raising his eyes to hers, he made his move.

He charged at the morph and let loose a series of vicious attacks. He swung for vital spots each time. Once at the neck, which the morph was able to side-step, and several times he lunged for the creature's heart.

The morph retaliated with a blast from its tome. Raven, seeing the incoming attack, held up his shield and allowed it to take the brunt of the attack. However, some of the winds cut up his shield arm, and others made cuts in his unprotected legs. The shield itself had several deep gashes in its protective metal.

'Priscilla, if you're going to do something, do it now…' he thought as he launched another assault on the morph.

Priscilla, who was watching from the side, began to analyze the battle.

'This is it. I need to strike now while she is distracted.' She turned and looked at her brother.

'But, what if I hurt him in the process? No, I cannot think what if. To defeat this morph, I need to take that risk.'

Steadying herself, she began to read the spell.

Slowly, a ball of anima magic formed in her hand and began to grow. As soon as it reached its maximum power, she directed it towards the morph duplicate of the Blue Crow and sent it flying.

The morph, about to attack Raven again, was hit from behind with a blast of searing heat. Before it even had time to scream in pain, it was dead.

Raven let out a sigh of relief, knowing his sister had acted bravely in aiding him, and pulled his Tomahawk out of what was left of the morph.

'It's a little burnt, but I can make do with this.' He smirked. He refused to discard a weapon until it had been used to its fullest.

He walked over to his sister and helped her up. "Thanks, I owe you one for that."

Priscilla shook her head. "No lord brother, you saved me first. I surely would have been killed had you not helped me. Besides, I could not bear to see you die protecting me and not do anything to help you."

Raven gave a slight grin, and hooked his Tomahawk back to his shield. Then he ran off to assist other members of the army.


Not far away from Lloyd was a morph of Linus. It had been fighting against Heath and his trusted wyvern, Hyperion.

Heath circled high above the morph, looking for an opening to attack. In earlier attempts, the morph would block his attack with its regal blade, and throw the hand-axe it was equipped with at the wyvern as it went by him.

'He's too strong to fight head on. I need to catch him off guard.' Hyperion let out a roar of acknowledgement, almost as if it knew what Heath was thinking.

Seeing that the wyvern lord was not going to come at him any time soon, the morph turned to its comrade, Lloyd, and was preparing to help it fight against Eliwood.

Heath knew this was what he was looking for. "Hyperion, now! Dive!" he shouted.

The wyvern began a steep descent, and drew in its wings for more speed. The morph could only hear a loud gust behind it and turned to attack. But as it did, a spear smashed into the regal blade it was holding and sent the weapon flying. Now, only armed with a hand-axe, the morph began to attack in more of a vicious manner than before.

'Yes, I can make more progress, now that its sword is gone.' Heath knew that fighting against only one weapon now, would make his endeavors much easier. 'That's what he gets for thinking so little of Hyperion and me.'

Hyperion dove again, as Heath thrust his spear forward. The morph jumped at the last minute, avoiding the attack and landing on the wyvern. It was now holding on directly behind Heath.

Heath turned around to see the morph attack with its axe in hand. Heath, having no room and not enough speed to maneuver out of the way, took the blow head on. The axe chopped deeply into his right shoulder and blood began to pour out.

Hyperion had also taken notice of the unwanted rider, and began lashing around, in an attempt to dislodge the intruder. Heath, even in his injured state, didn't seem to have much trouble staying on. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the morph. He was jolted around and nearly catapulted off on several occasions.

Heath, ignoring the pain, turned around in his saddle and began to fight the morph. Because of the extremely close quarters, neither one of them could move anywhere than where they were seated. The morph would make several attacks, but have them blocked by Heath's spear. Its size alone gave him the edge. Although it was heavier, it was much larger and could block an attack just by being turned to its side. And if the morph tried to throw the axe, it would lose its only defense against the wyvern lord's weapon.

When Linus attacked again, Heath parried with his spear and then hit the morph with the blunt end of his weapon, which was sufficient enough to remove the morph from the wyvern. The morph landed on its feet, and miraculously without any signs of injury from the fall.

"We'll have to keep our distance from it during our attacks so it doesn't try to board us again." To this, Hyperion solemnly agreed with a low growl.


Eliwood was still holding his own against Lloyd, but it was getting harder, especially as the exhaustion was setting in. A weapon as large as Durandal took a great deal of strength to wield and his energy was draining quickly.

Lloyd swept out the tired lord's feet from under him and prepared to finish him off, when another fighter entered the fray.

Lyn had blocked the attack that Lloyd had tried to use to finish off Eliwood. "Eliwood, get up! I can hold him off, but I'll need your help!" she yelled.

Lyn was much quicker than Eliwood, and had a much lighter weapon, but she could not match Lloyd's strength. Every time an attack was launched, it met nothing but cold steel.

Lyn matched Lloyd move for move, and seemed to be tiring out the morph.

Her Mani Katti was able to parry every attack with ease. Lyn and the morph would exchange blows at so fast a rate that it was hard for Eliwood to keep up. "I can beat this thing!" she thought confidently. Just as she lunged to finish it off, the morph side-stepped. "Crap!" The morph jumped forward and landed a kick on her.

'I have to get up. I have to help Lyn.' Eliwood forced himself to his feet, using Durandal to balance himself. He looked up to see the morph deliver a devastating kick to Lyn's midsection. Eliwood charged against the morph, with his strength renewed, because he could not bear to see his friends struck down in combat. If he still had an ounce of power within him, he would do anything to save his friends.

He brought his sword down on the morph, who tried to parry with its silver sword, but the sheer force of the attack caused the sword to shatter. No matter how fine its quality, it could not stand up to a legendary weapon. The morph, now disarmed, turned and ran off into the darkness.

After Lyn was back on her feet, she and Eliwood prepared to pursue the creature. However, their plan was put to a stop when a large lance came flying from the darkness and crashed into the floor before them. Then as suddenly as it came out, it was pulled back by a chain. They heard a loud clanking and prepared themselves.

A large general stepped forward, and with him was a brown haired warrior with a scar on its face. Lord Darrin, and Brendan Reed, the morph versions of them, had now joined the fight.


Heath was prepared to make his final attack on the morph of Linus. After whispering something to Hyperion, he then took him into a dive. The wyvern swooped past the morph, which noticed that its rider wasn't on it. The morph looked around frantically to see where its rider had gone to.

Heath let out a war cry. He was falling towards the morph, with his spear twirling above his head. When he was closer to the ground, he thrust the spear toward the morph. It turned around just in time to see the wyvern lord shove his spear through its neck.

He had jumped off of his wyvern while in mid-air. Hyperion had only served as a distraction. With the morph unaware, Heath was able to catch it off guard with a dismounted aerial attack.

Thoroughly dead, the morph slumped to the ground and released its grip on its weapon.

Hyperion landed not too far away from Heath and awaited its master. Heath was preparing to go re-mount Hyperion when he felt cold steel pierce through his armor. Lloyd had picked up the regal blade that Linus was carrying earlier and had impaled Heath through his back. The tip of the weapon was protruding from his chest.

"AAAAAH!" he let out a cry of pain, followed by a cough of blood. 'Maybe it wasn't a good idea to disarm that sword from Linus earlier…'

Blood was pouring profusely from the wound.

Priscilla turned around in time to see the wyvern lord run through. She saw the whole thing. She saw the morph come out of the shadows, pick up the sword, and impale Heath. It was all over and done with in one swift instant.

"Heath!" she screamed. She looked around for someone to help him, but the others were too busy fighting off other morph opponents.

The morph began to twist the sword cruelly in the wound. Heath screamed in agony.

Priscilla could not stand by and watch the honorable knight die. He had done too much for her. She looked to him for strength. She figured that he would always be there to protect her.

Looking around for a way to help Heath, she noticed that her tome was completely used up. The morph that she killed earlier! It had a tome, but where did it go!

Priscilla started searching the remains of the Ursula morph. Aha! She picked it up and started to read the spell as quickly as she could. When she finished, she released the spell and sent a large gathering of green energy at the morph.

When it hit, a whirlwind engulfed the morph and all of its blood seemed to fly from its body at once, due to the number of wounds that opened up simultaneously in mere seconds. It fell to the ground dead, but the sword remained in the wyvern lord.

Priscilla ran over to Heath with tears in her eyes. Heath had fallen to his knees and slumped forward. He was breathing hard, and started to feel a cold numbness.

Priscilla wrapped her arms around Heath when she reached him. "Heath! Please… don't die… you… you can't die." Tears were streaming down her face.

He gave a small grin, and returned the embrace. "As long as I know… that you're safe… I feel that… I have… performed my… duties…"

Priscilla couldn't bear the thought of losing the one that she loved. "Heath… you have to hold on!"

Heath reached behind him and grabbed the hilt of the sword. With all of his strength he pulled on it and dislodged it from where it had been embedded.

"Heath! Don't do that! You'll lose more blood that way! Please hold on, I'll get a healer!"

Priscilla was an adept healer herself, but she didn't have any healing staves on her. They had all been given to other members of the group, who played a more vital healing role. She could use anima magic, and therefore became more of an offensive unit.

She called for help, and the group spared what healer they could. Serra came over to help, and was abhorred by the amount of blood coming out of the wyvern lord.

"Oh dear Elimine, he has lost a great deal of blood. Priscilla, get up and help me with this."

She followed Serra's orders and took the recover staff from her that she offered. The two healers stood over Heath and cast their spells at the same time. An extremely bright blue light was emitted from the head of each staff.

Heath could feel a warming sensation washing over him. His wounds felt less painful than before, but he still felt light headed from the loss of blood.

Serra put away her staff and handed Priscilla a roll of bandages. "Can you handle bandaging him on your own? I have to get back to the others to make sure that they are okay."

Priscilla looked at her with hopeful eyes. "Yes, I think I can manage alone. And, thank you."

Serra gave a wink. "It's what I do. Besides, you can worship me for it later! I have others that need me!" she called back as she went off to help the others.

Priscilla wrapped the bandages around Heath's chest and made sure that the bleeding had stopped.

Heath looked at her with a smile. "I don't know what I would do without you. I can never repay this debt to you."

Priscilla still had tears in her eyes. She punched Heath in the shoulder. "You idiot! What were you thinking!" She began to cry even more. "You could have… died." She whispered. "I almost lost you. Please Heath. Promise me that you will never leave me. Please stay by my side…"

Many times before he had tried to explain to her how he could never be together with her because of her lineage. He was a soldier and she was a princess. She never accepted this though. And now, in this moment, Heath felt that he could not turn away from her again. She had won out.

He put his hand under her chin and lifted it up so that he was now looking directly into her ruby eyes. "Priscilla. I will never leave you. I promise, no matter what."

"Oh Heath…" What more was to be said?


The group's tactician, Kaia, had been managing the rest of the group whilst the individual battles had broken out here and there.

She was responsible for making sure that no other enemy troops came into the dragon's gate. She took a group consisting of Oswin, Wallace, Canas, Erk, the Pegasus sisters, Harken, Isadora, Lord Pent, Lady Louise, Kent, and Sain.

They were at the back of the room putting a stop to any reinforcements that thought about aiding the other morphs.

"Oswin, Harken, Wallace! Line up in a wall of defense and don't let anyone past you! Erk, Canas, Lord Pent, and Lady Louise! You get behind them and provide support fire! Kent, Sain, Isadora, Farina, Fiora, and Florina! You guys try to flank the oncoming enemies."

Although she was young, she was a very capable tactician. She had gotten them this far and certainly wasn't planning on giving up. She was calm and level-headed in the most serious of situations.

There were only a few morphs left in the main chamber of the room. Darrin, Uhai, Brendan Reed, Jerme, and Kenneth were the only ones left.

Lyn and Eliwood prepared to take on Brendan and Darrin. But before they could begin, Hector and Matthew showed up.

"Well well. So Darrin's here is he? I get dibs on him." Hector was fingering his axe anxiously.

"Okay then, I'll take the big guy." Matthew pulled out his daggers and began twirling them.

Lyn and Eliwood looked at them questioningly. "Well who does that leave us?"

As if to answer their question, two arrows shot past them. Matthew pointed to the source of the arrows with his daggers. "You can take that guy, and his demented looking friend."

"Uhai…" Lyn's stare was fixed on the Nomad Trooper.

"What friend?" Eliwood asked, not seeing anyone else in that general area.

A bishop stepped out from the darkness. "Kenneth…"


Hector stared at the morph of the Darrin. "Heh, last time we met, I broke my favorite axe when I killed you. Now its time for you to meet my new friend." He slung Armads, the lightning axe, over his shoulder.

The morph smirked and advanced forward.

Matthew was preparing to engage the former black fang leader, but right as he was about to attack the morph, it fell forward in a pool of blood, already dead.

"What! That was my kill!" he shouted in anger.

Legault stepped out from the shadows, his daggers dripping with blood. "Sorry Matthew, but I knew the guy and I owed him that at least. It was my job to put him to rest."

"Hmph, next time at least tell me that before you just go and kill my target."


Darrin launched his lance forward. Hector managed to dodge it, but barely. 'Damn, he's faster than what he was when he was alive…' Hector knew this fight wouldn't be easy.

He attempted to get behind the morph and attack its vulnerable back, but he couldn't get so far as a foot without the morph trying to strike him down.

When Darrin thrust his weapon at Hector again, he turned Armads to its side so that the axe head blocked the lance.

As he lowered his axe, Hector saw the morph charging at him. For a general in armor as thick as it had on, it was moving at an extremely fast rate.

Before Hector had time to counter attack the morph, it slammed into him, causing him to fly back a good distance and slam into a large stone pillar.

The morph charged at Hector again before he could get to his feet. Darrin whipped out his lance and aimed at Hector's neck.

The lance didn't miss Hector, but it did miss a vital spot. Instead of it hitting soft flesh, a terrible crunch was heard where it met Hector's armor. The lance had gone through Hector's shoulder, armor and all.

"AH!" Hector yelled in pain. He grunted when he tried to get up. The general was not going to surrender though. Hector searched for Armads, but he had dropped it when the morph tackled him the first time.

Hector knew he had to get the morph to back off for at least a second. Using both of his feet he shoved the general away from him. The general staggered backwards, taking the lance with him.

Hector had no other weapons on him, save one sword. 'Grr… a sword is no match for a lance… but I can't just give up and die!'

He used the stone pillar he had been knocked into for support, and got to his feet. Darrin was waiting for him. He threw his lance forward, confident the sword Hector had could not stop his mighty weapon.

Hector noticed with great reluctance, that his sword was a Lancereaver. This meant that he had the edge in the match of his sword against the morph's lance.

"Yaaaaaa!" Hector swung his sword like a bat, hitting the oncoming lance and knocking it off of its intended course. He then dodged around the side of it. Running straight at the general he paralleled his sword to the lance in between the lance and the chain that the general used to pull back the huge weapon.

When he was almost at Darrin he pulled his sword upward, and severed the chain that connected the lance to the general's armor. Now Darrin was completely unarmed. Hector then jumped up and crashed himself into the massive morph, knocking it off balance and onto its back.

Hector grabbed the now cut chain and swung it toward his mighty axe, which was still a good distance away. One of the links on the chain became caught on the blade of the axe. Seeing that he was successful in his effort, Hector yanked back on the chain and extended his hand to catch the thunder axe.

The downed general was trying to get up, but in vain, as its armor was too heavy for it to lift itself up, especially from off of its back.

The axe flew into Hector's grip, and he immediately brought it down onto the general. A loud clang of metal on metal was heard. Pieces of the morph's armor plating when flying.

Hector raised his weapon again and repeated the process until the blade of the axe hit solid flesh. When he struck the final blow, the morph's body was crushed, its frail body being no match for a weapon of such magnitude.

Hector looked to his friends, who were locked in battle with Uhai and Kenneth.


Lyn had managed to kill Uhai's horse, so now the Nomad Trooper was on foot and running, all the while releasing volleys of arrows at Lyn. It didn't seem to be tiring at all.

Lyn lunged at the morph with all of her strength and struck upward with her sword. Much to her surprise, it turned its bow to the side and used it to parry the sword.

She withdrew her sword and tried to gain some distance. She pulled out her own bow and began to exchange arrows with Uhai.

Not far from her, Eliwood was taking on Kenneth. Eliwood's first attempt was to attack the morph head on. He jumped and tried to bring his searing blade down upon the morph. Kenneth gave an evil grin and put up a staff. A barrier formed around him immediately.

The sword met with the barrier and seemed to just stop. Eliwood put all the rest of his strength that he could behind the attack. The bubble of white magic that was the barrier seemed to bend, and it slowly looked as though the sword was getting farther into the barrier.

To this Kenneth raised one hand in Eliwood's direction and chanted a spell. A bright white explosion launched Eliwood away from the morph.

"Lord Eliwood! Let me help!" The cheerful young Sage that was Nino had come to his aid.

"Nino! You can't take him on! He's way too strong with that kind of magic!"

Nino giggled and pointed to her tome. "Remember the magic triangle Lord Eliwood! My anima magic gives me an advantage over him!"

She knew though, that this was no time to be careless. This morph was much more powerful than Sonia was… so she knew that a single mistake could be her end.

Kenneth cocked an eyebrow as to question the worthiness of this youth opponent.

Nino smirked and began forming magic glyphs in the air. When the formation was completed, she extended her hand and fired a blast of freezing cold ice at the bishop.

Surprised by the power that the young sage had, Kenneth retaliated with a light magic spell. This spell was different than the one he used on Eliwood though.

'That spell...' Lord Pent had told Nino about this magic before. A powerful light magic that few could hope to master… Luce.

It was an extremely dangerous light spell that could destroy anything in the immediate area if used correctly. It also could pinpoint and attack weak points of its target for extra damage.

The attacks met in mid-air. The resounding explosion stopped both attacks. 'We're even, but only because my magic is of a stronger element…' Nino knew that she would be in for quite a fight with this.

She began walking at a slow pace, and Kenneth did the same thing. They were walking parallel from each other. Then Nino broke into a run, and launched another spell at the evil bishop. Kenneth did the same.

Again the spells met, and again it was a draw. But when the smoke from the explosion cleared, Kenneth couldn't see Nino anymore. He put up a barrier around himself and awaited an attack.

An explosion came from behind him. He turned and saw that Nino had attacked him while he wasn't looking. He launched another attack from his tome. Nino dove behind one of the many stone pillars that occupied the room, and avoided the attack. Kenneth blasted the pillar, and it collapsed, along with a great deal the ceiling which it was supporting. If that sage was behind there, she would be dead now.

A bolt of fire struck Kenneth in his back. What! But how? He turned to see Nino, with an innocent smile on her face. How did she get from there to behind him without him noticing…

He let loose another attack of Luce. Nino held up a staff and instantly vanished, reappearing in another area of the room.

'So, she's using a warp staff. Well two can play at that game.'

A rune appeared beneath below Kenneth's feet and he too vanished.

'Oh no… I don't know where he's going to come from…'

He appeared in the worst place she could imagine… right in front of her. He wrenched the staff from her grip and warped again.

When he reappeared again he snapped the staff and let out an evil cackle.

"Now that we have that out of the way, let us continue."

Nino charged directly at the morph with her right hand extended. Kenneth laughed, thinking that it was a vain attempt to take him down.

Upon closer observation of her outstretched hand he noticed a small glowing ball of energy. 'What is that?'

When Nino close enough, she called out her attack, and the ball of anima energy grew much larger in an instant.

'So that's her plan! If she attacks me at point blank with an attack of such strength, my resistance won't matter, it'll utterly destroy my being!'

Kenneth put up a barrier, and watched as the sage crashed into it. The magical energy exploded and when the smoke cleared, Nino was on the ground, and she was a bit singed. Her spell had backfired when he put up his barrier.

He grabbed her tome and threw it aside. "Well, now it's time to wrap things up. Without your tome your magic is useless."

Kenneth still had his barrier up, and he began chanting his spell. Nino had a fearful look in her eye, a look that explained that she knew she was going to die. That is, until he was about to launch his attack.

Nino shot her arm towards the barrier. Her hand managed to get inside the barrier and her palm was pointed directly at Kenneth's face. She winked at the bishop. "Who says that I need a tome to perform magic?"

The morph gasped in horror. 'She did this to me on purpose! She lured me into coming this close and leaving myself open! NOOOOO!'

She narrowed her eyes and called her attack. "Fimbulvetr!"

A streaming blue energy swirled up her arm and gathered in her hand, and then was released in the form of an arctic wind. Because the barrier was up, the spell was contained inside the sphere and concentrated even more.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" the morph screamed. When the spell was finished, Kenneth was nothing more than a block of ice, with an expression of pain forever plastered on his face. That was, until Eliwood smashed the block of ice that contained the bishop and shattered him into thousands of pieces.

"Great job Nino, you handled yourself very well."

Hearing a compliment from a lord made the young sage smile. "Thank you Lord Eliwood!"

Eliwood walked off to find out the status of the rest of his group, leaving Nino to bask in her victory.

However, Nino was unaware of the figure that had snuck up behind her. She only noticed it when a dagger came under her throat.

"My knives will enjoy feasting on such a strong opponent. I saw what you did, and now I am going to carve you into little ribbons."

Jerme… a dirty assassin who enjoyed nothing more than making his opponents suffer at the blades of his daggers. He had Nino where he wanted her.

Nino began to fear for her life. She knew how dangerous a man he was and how no one he ever set out to kill survived. She was ready to break down and cry.

Right before Jerme was about to cut through her neck, another dagger came under Jerme's neck and sliced it open, then another came through the back of his neck.

He dropped his knives and trembled in the pain of death. The last thing he heard was the cold voice of the Angel of Death, "Not if I carve you up first…"

The body fell to the ground and didn't move again.

Nino was still too afraid to move, until she felt a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see Jaffar standing behind her with a dead Jerme lying in front of him.

"Jaffar! Oh, thank you!" she sobbed into the assassin's chest. "He was going to kill me! I was so scared!"

Jaffar put his hands on her shoulders, so that she looked at him. "I have been watching you this whole time Nino. I would never let anything bad happen to you. I would sacrifice myself before I let you get hurt…"

"Jaffar… I… thank you." Jaffar did something he rarely, if ever, did, he smiled. He waited until she had regained her composure, and then together they walked back to the rest of the group.

Now there was only one battle that the outcome remained unknown… Uhai and Lyn.


Both Sacaeans were strong, but Uhai was better trained in the bow. Lyn had discarded hers a while back due to a lack of arrows. Uhai still had plenty to expend though. Lyn was on constant defense, and Uhai didn't seem to be letting up at all.

Lyn, getting tired of running away, dashed toward the Nomad Trooper and tried to attack him with her sword. He used his bow once again to parry her attacks.

When she lunged forward at him hoping for a fatal blow, he moved his bow so her arm went inside of the curve and the string. Then he spun it violently and pulled it back. Lyn was pulled along with it and was thrown to the ground.

He prepared to fire an arrow into Lyn's skull, but before he could even notch it, an axe embedded itself in his head. The morph dropped its bow and fell to the ground lifeless.

"You need to be more careful Lyn. Don't take on enemies you know you can't handle." Lyn recognized this snide remark's owner as Hector.

He offered his hand to help her up. "Just kidding Lyn. Sorry about the intrusion on your battle, but it really looked like you needed help."

Although the Sacaeans were prideful, they did not let pride get in the way of their friendship.

Lyn smiled and accepted Hector's help. "Thanks. I guess I was just careless…"

"Don't doubt yourself Lyn. You're a strong woman, you just need to be a bit more level-headed."

Lyn smiled and whacked Hector on the back of his head. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Eliwood walked up to them, with Durandal over his shoulder. "Come on you two… we have a much more serious matter at hand."

They looked at each other and turned to Eliwood. "You're right, let's go. Nergal awaits…"


Draknal: And that is the first chapter. The next one will take place in Magvel and we will follow the final fight with the twins and their posse. You'll soon understand where this fic got its name from.

Guy: A bit happy aren't we?

Draknal: Why wouldn't I be? I just posted a fic that I think will be a huge hit with the other people on They have to review it first. Remember people, reviewing is your job! If you want him to continue writing this fic, you need to give him a reason to, your reviews!

Draknal: Listen to the beautiful Swordmistress!