Summary: What if Glass, the Mercenary, had survived to join Lyn's group?

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem.

Glass had always been a strong man. Ever since he was a boy, he had been stronger, faster, and smarter than the rest. He was not book smart, he when it came to combat, he considered himself above average in intelligence. To him, battle was two parts strength, one part tactics. Moreover, to him, strength was expressed in, well, brute strength.

Of course, he knew the importance of speed, but he believed that a large blade was superior to a small blade, essentially. He was not one to underestimate a small blade, otherwise he would not go after the Mani Katti, but a larger blade could act as an effective shield, as well as a weapon. Besides, his strength was considered inhuman, he needed a large sword to really, effectively bring his strength into a battle…

All his life, Glass had been ambitious. He had always believed that with his wits, strength, and ambition, he could get through life, go to the top, or get as far as he could. And at one point, he almost had. He was Caledonian, born in the Western Isles, but his mother had taken him to Ilia as a child. There, men were held in less regard, since Pegasi chose only women to ride them.

He had lived as an Ilian mercenary from the age of fifteen to twenty, and had been blocked from ever achieving more. Nothing he could do, not feats of astounding bravery or strength, risking his life to save others, nothing could elevate him any hire. A year of this knowledge caused him to develop several mental problems, and he took up banditry, and left for Sacae, intent on getting the Mani Katti, then making a name for himself in Lycia. Maybe return to Caledonia some time, who knows.

Now, Glass was cursing himself. Why did this swordswomen and her knights have to pick THIS week to visit the sword? Why not the next one? He was so close to getting the blade, but that annoying Bishop had to seal it, and now he had to deal with these annoying troublemakers! Then he would force the old man to remove the seal, and the Mani Katti would be his!

Despite his cursing, he felt he could salvage the situation. He was strong, and more skilled than the girl in front of him, not to mention more experienced. She was fast, and had her fair share of skill with her blade, and a bit of experience, but he had been fighting for years, not to mention better stamina. No, he was more concerned about the two knights, if his men could not hold them off long enough; there was no way he could win. He was not stupid; he could not take two knights at once!

There was a time when he could have, back when he was a Paladin, when he had his pride, the strength of the company to enhance him…those days; he could have taken ten men! Of course, in those days, he fought with wild abandon, cleaving men left and right. Then again, those men were not as skilled as these knights and girl were.

There it was! Glass smirked as he saw an opening, she had put just a bit too much force in her strike, and with a precious extra second to act, Glass's arm shot out like a bullet, grabbing the elbow of her sword arm, locking it. A look of horror flickered over the girls beautiful features, before hardening back into the stern look many warriors wore. Glass rolled his eyes, letting emotions show like that, how amateurish!

Then again, she was green and she probably though he was going to break her arm. With a shrug, mostly to himself Glass let his right hand drop his 6-foot long broadsword, and snap up to grab her hand. She was still reaching for him, to stop him, as he spun his leg around, knocking her leg out from under her, and shoving her forward from her extended arm.

As she fell, she attempted to roll, but Glass was on her in a moment, and immediately pinned her to the ground, then knocked her weapon away. Assured that he could knock her out and avoid needless killing, he cheered to himself, now he could steal the blade and happily go to Lycia, hire himself out, impress some Lord, make his way to the Elite Guard, maybe a soldier, and make his way to General, or personal bodyguard to the Marques.

Of course, this was when one knight burst through a weakened section of the wall, while another popped out from the main entrance. Glass cursed, and still holding her arms to him with one arm, he stood her up along with him, slowly, as his other hand grasped his huge blade.

She was kicking him quite viciously, but when he got his large blade, which he could wield a bit slowly with one hand, and rested it by her neck, she stopped. "Even the greatest of warriors knows when to stop lass, even Glass knows…" Glass chuckled internally when she coughed, his breath probably smelled terrible. He should stop drinking…

The knights, one in green armor, one in red, (Glass raised an eyebrow at the orange hair that the red knight had, that was a bit…unexpected) trotted forward, the green knight look like a storm cloud, angry and ominous, while the red armored knight had a cautious look to him. He, of course, was the diplomatic one; Glass knew these types, good, solid men. Every country needed more of them.

"What offer can we make for the ladies life?" The orange-haired knight said evenly, no hostility in his tone. Glass silently congratulated him, not many could control themselves so well when their lady was in trouble…

Come to think of it, she had two Caelin knights with her, (Glass knew they were Caelin, judging by their crests) perhaps she was the rumored Lyndis he had heard about? Words among bandits and mercenaries said that Lundgren wanted his niece killed, and that she was half Sacaen…Things did seem to fit together. This might work out for him, if he played his cards right.

He could either give them the girl in exchange for his own safety and the Mani Katti, or perhaps make amends, and join them…Or kill the girl, somehow beat the knights, and get Lundgren's reward. Personally, he liked the first two better, corrupt nobles pissed him off. Let us see them bleed for money, like a mercenary, truly work for it. There were few good ones.

Choices…choices…Lyn, or Lyndis, if she really was, kept silent. Smart girl. "Of course, I hate needless killing…I just want the Mani Katti." Glass frowned slightly, was his voice really that rough? He needed to stop drinking; most nobles did not like having personal guards with such rough voices...

The angry knight had just been rapped on the back of the head, and the orange knight seemed to tell him to go away, since he was interfering in the "peace talk". After that, he the talk continued. "What are your terms?"

Glass wanted to scratch the stubble on his chin, but he wasn't about to give Lyndis a chance to break free. He could feel her anger rolling off in waves as it was. "Well…the old man unseals the blade, I take it, then Lyndis gets to go free." Kent and Lyndis seemed a bit surprised that he knew her name. Maybe it was not so smart to mention her name…Oh well; it was only his problem if her decided to really get involved.

Lyn, of course, did not stand for Glasses most reasonable terms. "No Kent! He cannot defile the sacred blade! I'd sooner die than let that happen!" Glass was getting a little angry, and the knight, Kent, whose name he just learned, looked a little bit indecisive. He had to choose between his lady, and her wishes. Ooh, tough spot.

"Shut up, you're just making this difficult. I could easily kill you all, but I'm being rather nice and giving you a chance to live!" Lyndis made a strangled sound that he assumed was bitten back anger, and Kent remained the same expression, trying to figure out what to do.

Then Glass noticed that the green knight was not at the side of Kent anymore. Wait, hadn't he been…oh hell.

Releasing the girl, Glass darted aside, just barely missing a lance coming down on his head. He hissed in anger, that blow would have killed him instantly. "You can't kill me! I am Glass, a peerless Swordsman! You will all fall to my blade!" Shifting his blade to rest on his shoulder, Glass glared with his dark green and yellow eyes. "DIE!" He roared, his wild brown hair flying backwards as he charged forward, leaping almost 10 feet in the air, before coming down on the Green Knight.

Lyndis had just retrieved her weapon, and Kent was a bare second away. Glass rolled with his blow, and as his blade smashed Sain's armor plate, he plowed him straight into the ground, and with a jump/roll, dodged Kent's lance swing perfectly, and his blade knocked Lyn's blade aside.

Sain had stood up, and he was now cornered, even with a lot of room between him and the corner, they had him cut-off, trying to run past them would just get him a serious wound...Looking at his choices, Glass began to twitch almost spastically. "RARGH!" He roared again, this time he was more rabid, he was a bit crazy after all. His remnants of military discipline, knowledge, and tactics left him for a moment as he charged the orange-haired knight insane, simply using his blade to knock the lance aside as he just barreled the man over, trampling him, before running straight out of the temple.

The knights gave chase, this time mounted, as the girl probably freed the old man. Glass wanted to scream in frustration, things just were not fair! Then knight caught up with him soon, as he was nearing the houses, and he felt two lances skewer him, one at least grazed his lung, as his throat gurgled with blood. His eyes opened up wide, and he collapsed to his knees, looking up to the sky.

"Is…this the…end? The…end…for…me?" The knights had already begun to trot away, as Glass fell to the ground. "The end…for Glass?" his last words before darkness overtook him were gurgled out…

"Is he alright?"

"Yes, he's healed quiet well. Poor boy, I believe he was insane when he tried to take the sword."

"Truly? It is possible; he spoke oddly, sometimes in the third person…

"I suppose...I've forgiven the lad, young man really, but if he ever meets up with the Lyndis, well, she's a strong girl, and wields the Mani Katti…but she seems to bear a grudge quiet well."

"Oh she's still young, that'll pass in time…" Glass began to get a bit annoyed and sickened by the conversation of what he assumed to be that old Bishop, or priest or whatever, and a silly young girl.

"Hey! Don't call me poor boy or lad! I'm Glass damn it!" Glasses words were not really a great and intimidating, as he wanted them to be, seeing as they came out as weak croaks really. The old man looked at him with wise, old brown eyes, a healing stave held in his hands. Glass was right, it was the old man, and a young lass, about 15 by the look of her, was next to him. She was short, with long brown hair, blue eyes, and a well-endowed body. She would probably marry a good Sacaen man, and join one of the tribes…Kutolah, Glass decided; it was one of the largest after all.

"Of course Glass." The girl said her voice suitably cute to fit her face. Glass found it sickening, she sounded so…shallow…

The old man smiled faintly. "Sure lad." Glass trembled with rage.

"GLASS!" He managed to shout, but it was strangled.

The old man's eyes became mischievous. "Lad."

"GLASS!" Glass's eyes were twitching, and the old man was starting to chuckle.

"Lad…"

It would be hours before Glass finally conceded defeat, and simply buried himself in the blankets of whatever bed he was in, simply brooding about his loss.

Pretty interesting idea huh? I always liked Glass, because he was the first Mercenary you encounter, so I thought he was a pretty cool unit. Not being able to get him pissed me off…

And do not think our tactician will not make some appearances! All will be explained.

Oh, and when Glass thought "Wait, hadn't he been…oh hell." He was thinking about how pissed of Sain had appeared, and when he saw he was no longer there, Glass put 2 and 2 together.

I got a few ideas on Glass's history from some other fics, so thanks to whomever's fics I got this from…I do not remember which one it was, but once again, thanks.