Themindlessemblem: yay! My first story's first chapter!

Wendy: she didn't do anything. It was all us.

Serra: yeah she just sat there eating chocolate while we slaved away

Themindlessemblem: so not true! I wrote the story. Why else would Wendy only have an extras part?

Wendy: HEY! You said I was the main character!

Themindlessemblem: Um…

Serra: you're a liar! She said that I was the main character!

Themindlessemblem: I'm just going to go now… enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or any of its characters

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Sophia stood among the trees silently, watching the camp. Roy and Lilina were laughing nearby her, but they were too preoccupied with each other to notice her. Two knights, one red and one green, were sparring each other. Two nomads were sitting peacefully by their tents, talking occasionally, but mostly just enjoying the outdoors. A pink armored knight was carefully walking as a purple haired mercenary smirked in amusement. Igraine was teaching Fa about the trees. Sophia smiled at the sight of the little dragon girl trying to reach the apples that hung just out of her reach. Fa would still be a little girl for a long, long time. Much longer than Sophia had been.

Unlike Fa, Sophia was only half dragon. She would live much longer than a normal human, but she would not live forever either. She was almost eighty years old, but she still looked like she was in her teens. Her hand automatically reached up to touch her wrinkle-free skin. Even though she dreaded the thought of growing older, even wrinkles and slow movement would be better from ever so slowly moving forward in time. She would prefer to be reaching death than to be like this, feeling as if she should be ending soon, and yet knowing the end would not come for a long long while.

Yawning and frowning, Sophia lowered herself to the ground and leaned against the trees, hoping for sleep to claim her from her troubled thoughts, when she heard a voice call out, "Hey, you over there!"

She didn't open her eyes, assuming that the voice meant someone else. It called out again, "Hey, can you not hear me, or are you just ignoring me?"

Sophia felt a shadow come across her face and opened her eyes in confusion. Standing over her was a boy of around fifteen, with messy light green hair and dark purple robes. He was glaring at her, obviously waiting for something. She turned her head to the right, and to the left slowly, looking for somebody else he would be talking to. She saw no one.

"…Uh…" she turned her face back towards him. "...Me?"

"Is there anyone else here?" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Geez, are you deaf, or just plain stupid?"

She wondered if he actually expected her to answer that question. She figured that he didn't because he was still talking.

"Anyway, I've heard you use ancient dark magic. Is it true?" His voice was eager. Sophia thought he probably already knew it was true, so she let her eyes close. She was pretty sure that she would not have to play a big part in this conversation.

"Let me see your spell books. I don't think I've ever seen…" She sensed him crouch down, and his hand brushed her arm.

It felt like an electric shock. No one has touched her in so long, she had forgotten how it felt. She had not allowed them to touch her. They shouldn't have, they shouldn't have cared about her at all. She was just a half-breed, a hybrid, not truly belonging in the world of the humans or of the dragons. She didn't want to taint them with her unnatural existence. And, now here was an innocent young boy, being tainted by her, and even if she loved the touch, she had to stop him. So her eyes flew open, her right hand came up, and she released a tiny bit of dark magic, just enough to blast him away from her.

He stared at her; cerulean eyes wide open in shock. She felt guilty for having to throw him so forcefully. She really could have just moved away.

"Ow!" He cried, holding his elbow, for it had slammed into a tree trunk quite hard. "What the… Did you just do that?"

"…Please…don't touch…me," She needed to make sure he knew not to touch her ever again. She didn't want to have to blast him every time he came close to her.

His eyes were now hard and determined.

"…Well, well…" he muttered to himself, "You dare stand up to me?"

Sophia blinked, hoping that he would go away soon so she could think.

"Ah, fine. I'll leave you alone for now," he said. "But you're showing me that spell book the next time we meet!" he ran off, still rubbing his elbow.

Sophia blinked again, trying to stop the tears from falling. Yet they still fell down her cheeks as she tried furiously to rub them away. She didn't know why she felt so sad that there couldn't be a next time. It really was the best thing for the boy. However, the selfish part of her wanted to talk to him again. She had sensed that he was a noble and caring child, who loved his brother dearly. She sometimes hated the way she knew almost everything about someone just by hearing their voice.

The tears, which had been dying down, came back now with a vengeance. They had been held in for so long, that now with this slight incident, they all exploded out. All of her longing, guilt, hurt, and hate plummeted from her eyes. She hugged her knees and lowered her head, letting the tears soak her robe until she was empty of them.

When the sobs stopped coming, she wiped her eyes with the sleeve that the boy had touched. She had made up her mind about something. It was dark, and everyone else had retired. Deciding not to follow their example, she stood up and walked to the center of the camp. Her lavender hair dragged behind her, glowing in the moonlight. No sleep would come to her tonight. She felt too guilty over the fact that she had decided to talk to the boy again. For better or for worse.

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Wendy: …Well, I guess that I make an appearance…

Serra: I'M STILL MAD!!!!!

Themindlessemblem: get over yourself Serra, I'll write a story about you eventually.

Wendy: WHAT ABOUT-

Themindlessemblem: you too Wendy!

Wendy and Serra: Review please!

Themindlessemblem: no flames though…