Title: A Plan Gone Wrong

Word Count: 500

Theme: Tragedy/Angst

Summary: What would have happened if Rolf had shot the arrow in rescuing Lucia from her execution.

Author's Note: Hey all, this is my first drabble so it's not perfect but read and review because I like feedback. Also I wrote this because i've always pictured this happening due to my lack of faith in Rolf. (I never use him in the games.) Anyways I hope you like it.


It's late afternoon in the country of Crimea. Outside Fort Alpea, a maiden stands captive. Pale white skin, azure hair and the dirty face of a prisoner are her features. Hands bound and rope tight around her neck, about to be hanged. Yet defiantly she stands, mocking those who are her captors until the grim end.

A little ways away up in a tree, two shadowy figures watch the unfolding scene. One is young and holding a bow, the other watching as his red ponytailed hair swishes silently in the wind. Slowly the younger one draws back his bow, hesitates, unsure of his ability in the situation.

The older man notices; "What's the problem?" he asks annoyed at the delay.

The younger frets nervously and replies, "I-I'm nervous, what if I hit her?"

The older man sighs. "It's too late for nerves Rolf, if you can't do it, just leave it to the master eh?"

"No…it's alright Uncle Shinon, I'll do it."

The man called Shinon nods, "remember; one clean motion, no hesitation."

The younger boy nods, wipes sweat off his brow and steadies himself. Feeling calm he grabs the arrow, notches the bow and in one motion fires at his target, the rope above the woman's head. However doubt entered the young man's mind at the last second and before firing, his finger trembled and lowered a fraction of an inch. Horror etched on Rolf's face as his arrow misses his target and strikes the woman in the chest.

Attention is then drawn to a person running towards the woman. Tall, muscular, dark blue hair, a hero's aura radiating from this man. He runs towards the woman according to plan, but notices the arrow sticking out of her breast. He slows, confused, not understanding what had happened. As he slows the soldiers guarding the woman notice this man, and three lances pierce the chest and abdomen of this new hero.

The hero grunts in pain, still taken aback by what happened, before crumpling slowly to the ground. A young girl's screams rend the air and the rest of the mercenaries attack. The attackers are frantic, on the verge of panic. In midst of the confusion run a young girl and a red-haired priest. They reach both the woman and the hero. The girl's shrill screams are desperate as she reaches her brother's body, heal staff ready. The priest checks the vitals of both, shaken that he finds none. He looks at the girl and lowers his head.

High, on the wall of Fort Alpea, a young woman, queen of the land, regal in stature, sinks to the ground. Her composure gone, resolve broken. She has lost her best friend, and her hero. The man who always came to her aid and rescued her, now gone. Tears unbridled creep down her cheek as the fighting continues in the plain down below. The plan had gone wrong. The people of Crimea, and the world would pay dearly for this ghastly mistake.


Author's Note: Well what do you think? Review again, I take all forms except flames but all others welcome. Also if you've read my other stories I will report that I'm temporarily on vacation with those. I need to take time off and recharge my batteries, but I hope you understand.