Game: Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn. In the second chapter, Oscar decides to get a job and become a knight! He sets of to apply for the Crimean Royal Knights. His dad helps him out a bit and then Oscar's going to the capital, by himself! Chapter 2 in my story; thanks for reading! By the way, I have no idea what time period Fire Emblem takes place in so I made it up.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or any of its characters (I wish!). They are property of Nintendo and Intelligent Systems.


Running around town to complete various errands: buying some meat, some vegetables and stocking up on a few vulneraries, and on special occasions paying a trip to the local armoury to buy a new steel lance when his father's own one wore out; Oscar was used to this way of life. It was still almost the same without Monica there, after all, all she did was sit and mope around the house all day long, not lifting a finger to help earn any income. In fact, it seems that life had become easier once she left. As Monica used to say, 'If we got rid of you it would do the whole family well, one less mouth to feed! Oscar mumbled bitterly at the memory of his step-mother.

Soon after Monica left, Linus told Oscar that Monica was in fact his step-mother and not his real mother. His real mother had been killed in a fight, and of course Linus was devastated. Boyd and Oscar shared the same mother but Rolf had Monica. Oscar was taken aback, shocked but also happy that he wasn't blood-related to that vile woman who abused him daily, but felt bad for Rolf, and hoped to dear Ashera that Rolf's personality would be the complete opposite of his mother's.

Oscar decided that he wanted to help his father and become more useful to the family. He wanted to become a knight. He didn't know how to become one or where to sign up, it was basic a fantasy of his, something for him to aim towards.

The blasting of a horn roused Oscar from his thoughts and he looked around in the general direction of the loud noise.

There were at least ten of them, all wearing black, red, white, blue or green armour, some mounted on snow-white mares. They held a variety of different weapons, from bows to axes. The blades were not that of the quality you could find in an everyday armoury, they were hand-crafter with pure silver. The knights marched slowly and proudly, raising their heads high up in the air. One of them threw a roll of paper at any person that looked at least of fourteen.

Oscar, amazed, caught the roll of paper thrown at him and shoved it into his bag, waiting until he returned home to open it.

He finished the errands as quickly as he could and zipped home, excited beyond belief to see what information that scroll contained as it did, in fact, come from the hands of a Crimean Royal Knight.

Oscar rushed through the door and sat down on the floor, staring intently at the parchment. The paper was pure white, unlike the brown and musty looking papers that lined the insides of many of his father's old books. A bright red ribbon wrapped around the scroll, holding it in place.

Cautiously, Oscar gently tugged on the ribbon and let the paper unwrap into his hands. Reading the information, his heart started pounding faster and the excitement building up in his body was let out with a soft gasp.

June 12, 832

From the official guards of Crimea, the Crimean Royal Knights,

As our troops advance and further fight for the justice of our country, they, with time, grow older and retire. Starting from this year, the year 832, a new generation of Crimean Knights begin. We invite you to join the application of the Crimean Knights in our capital, Melior, at the Crimean Royal Knight's main Base Camp. It will take place in 2 weeks' time. The entire application will take place from all times during the day, starting from when the sun rises to midnight.

Requirements

Age: 13-25

Experience: You do not have to have any experience with fighting.

Education: You must be able to speak, read and write.

What to bring: If you are applying and get accepted, you will be staying with us for two years. You will be able to return home to visit your family during a week of summer, a week of winter, a week of spring and a week of autumn. After these two years, you will be either accepted into the Royal Crimean Knights as an apprentice or stay in the trainee group. It would be advisable to bring one bag of personal belongings such as gifts from your parents or siblings, and at the very least four changes of clothes. Sturdy shoes and a coat for the wintertime will also be needed.

Class: You can choose from either:

The Crimean Royal Knights – Weapon choices are bow, lance, axe or sword. You will be mounted on horses, so any experience with horses will be helpful. You should be physically strong and swift.

Element Control –Weapon choices are all magic tomes; you will have a choice between wind, fire, dark, light and lightning magic. This is the mage and sage squad. You should be intelligent and agile.

Healing Base – Weapon's will be given to promoted healers, called bishops. They will use light magic. All others should be intelligent, pure-hearted and willing to help others. You will be using staves.

Fighting Force – These will include archers, fighters, myrmidons, and armoured knights. Archers excel in archery, must be swift and have good aim. Fighters must be very strong physically. Myrmidons must be agile and accurate. Armoured knights must have a good build and be physically strong.

Intelligence Center – Those applying to become strategists and tacticians enter here. You must be very smart and know much about the continent of Tellius.

Winged Guard – This will include pegasus riders, dracoknights, wyvern riders and wyvern lords. Must be swift and good with animals. Must be able to handle heights well.

Thank you for your time, valued applicant, and we hope to see you during the application process.

Regards,

Mathias, captain of the Crimean Royal Knights Training Squad

Oscar gripped the paper so tightly that his knuckles became white. He quickly rolled it up and placed it in his drawer, not wanting Boyd or Rolf to drool or scribble on it. Smiling brightly, he found his dad, who looked awfully tired, sitting on a chair with his head resting on his hand. Oscar walked up to him and gently tugged on his sleeve.

"Hey, dad," Oscar said, nervous about the response he would get from his father, "well, when I was going to get the herbs from the shop, a group of the Crimean Knights came over and they gave me an invitation to apply as a trainee…" Oscar glanced at his father, who was now visibly shocked and was sitting up straight, interested. "Go on, my boy."

Oscar was happy to see that his father was fine with the idea of him applying, as Linus didn't seem too excited when Oscar told him he wanted to become a Royal Knight a few weeks earlier. "The application process will be at the Royal Knight's main base in the capital, in two weeks. If I get accepted as a trainee, then I'll be staying with them for two years and get to visit you for one week each season… So, dad, how about it? Can I go? Please?" Oscar pleaded.

A long pause proceeded, and Oscar felt more and more awkward by the minute. After what seemed like an hour, Linus finally turned his head slightly and sighed. It wasn't an angry sigh, but a worried one. "My dear Oscar, I don't know. You… you are my son after all. If anything were to happen to you, I would go ballistic."

Oscar fell to his knees and started begging.

"Please, dad! I promise, I won't let myself get hurt! You know me; I'm not like Boyd in any way… You know I'm careful… You are my dad, after all." Oscar tried, using the same phrase that his father used. After a long groan, Linus gave in.

"Oscar… I guess I can teach you the basics." Linus smiled weakly at his eldest son as the young teen's face brightened up considerably. With a goofy grin plastered on his face, Oscar stood up beside his father and Linus racked his brain for memory about fighting…

"Alright, son… How about we pay a trip to the armoury and I teach you a bit there? In fact, I'm pretty sure that I could get Mr. Doniard to lend us some of his weapons for a few hours, or better yet… I could buy you the weapon of your choice, so you can practice for the next two weeks." Oscar's smiled widened and he hugged his dad with so much force that he was practically suffocating him.

"Oh thank you, dad! Thank you thank you thank you! Let's go now!" Oscar eagerly stated. Linus scratched his beard and shook his head. "Well, Oscar, what are we going to do with Boyd and Rolf? They can't really handle their selves alone…" Oscar frowned, obviously disappointed. Linus thought for a bit and found a somewhat… risky idea.

"How about we bring Boyd and Rolf with us? They should be safe with Mr. Doniard for an hour or two." Linus asked his son, though it was more of an affirmation because he knew Oscar wouldn't care either way.

"Alright dad! Let's go!"

And with that, Oscar and his father dragged Boyd and Rolf to the armoury for the first time.


"Alright, Oscar. First, what is this weapon called?" Linus said, holding up an iron axe. They had managed to convince the shop keeper, who happened to be a very close friend of Linus, to take care of Boyd and Rolf for three hours. Oscar frowned slightly. "Dad, I know what all the weapons are called. That's an axe, the one over there is a sword, the one over there is a lance and the one over there is a bow. Then those books over there are called tomes."

Linus chuckled lightly and patted him on the head gently. "Good for you, Oscar. Now, let's get into more detail. I'll tell you about the weapon triangle and the affinity of magic. Do you have any idea what those are, my boy?"

Oscar shook his head.

"Well, the weapon triangle consists of the lance, the axe and the sword. Axes best lances, lances best swords and swords best axes. So, when fighting, look for an opponent who has the weapon that is weak against the one you use. The bow, however, does not have advantages of disadvantages over any of the other physical weapons. Also, each weapon has its advantages and disadvantages of its own. Axes, out of the three weapons, are the most powerful and can cause much damage, but are also the hardest to wield, aim with and slow your movement down considerably. Swords are the weakest out of the three, not doing much damage, but are very precise and light. Lances are in between these two, being the most well-balanced weapon of the three, so that's why most knights use this type of weapon. Did you get all of that, Oscar?"

Oscar organized all the information in his head and nodded, urging for his father to continue.

"Alright, next up is magic. There are five types of magic: dark, light, lightning, wind and fire. The three elements, lightning, fire and wind, are classified under anima magic. The affinity of magic is basically the same thing as the weapon triangle. Wind bests lightning, lightning bests fire and fire bests wind. Light bests dark magic, dark bests anima magic and anima magic bests light. Understand?"

Oscar once again, nodded and his father continued to explain about different classes. A few minutes later, Oscar nodded again and reviewed what he learned.

"So, dad, knights become paladins, armoured knights become generals, archers become snipers, mages become sages, fighters become warriors, myrmidons become swordmasters, soldiers become halberdiers, clerics become valkyries, priests become bishops, pegasus knights become dracoknights and wyvern riders become wyvern lords?" Oscar said in a huge, long, run-on sentence. Linus nodded and patted him on the head.

"Good for you, that was a lot to remember! Now, we get into the fun stuff. We'll borrow an iron axe, lance, sword and bow, but no tomes since knights don't use magic tomes. Alright, sonny, you can try each of them out then choose one you would like to work with!"

Oscar and Linus left to the backyard of the building, where a target and dummy were located. Oscar picked up the axe, which was a lot heavier than it looked.

"Oof! This axe is really heavy!" Oscar said, hoisting it over his shoulder and letting out a breath. Linus chuckled and told him 'that's why all warriors must be very strong'. Oscar tried to swing it a few times but only managed to get it lodged into the ground. Linus pulled it out for him and told him to try another weapon. Oscar picked up the lance and found that it was slightly heavy, but definitely not as heavy as an axe. He thrusted it forwards a few times and twirled it in his hand before piercing the dummy through the stomach. He smiled and leant the lance by a tree.

"Looks like you're pretty good with a lance! Why don't you try the sword and see if you like that better, although I seriously doubt it." Oscar picked up the sword and swung it a few times. Indeed it was light and easy to use, but it didn't give him the same feeling of satisfaction when he sliced the dummy's head.

Oscar lastly picked up the bow and arrow but somehow managed to fire the arrow backwards, almost hitting his father in the face. Oscar frowned and, frustrated, gave the bow back to his father.

Linus grinned and placed a hand on his son's smaller one.

"Well, Oscar. It looks like I'll be buying you an iron lance."

Oscar smiled brightly as they returned into the shop and retrieved Boyd and Rolf, as well as a new iron lance for Oscar.

On the way back home, Boyd kept on staring in awe at the pointy tip of the lance. Since Oscar was giving him a piggyback ride and Oscar was holding the lance in his hand, Boyd could easily reach out and grab it. And that's exactly what he tried to do. Oscar quickly jerked it away.

"Oscar! Let me touch the lance! It looks cool! I wanna see if it's actually really pointy!" Boyd pouted and tugged gently on Oscar's hair. Oscar sighed and pulled Boyd's hand away and smoothed out his emerald-green hair.

"Boyd, it really is pointy. I don't want you getting hurt now… Maybe you'll have a lance of your own when you're older!" Oscar replied. Boyd huffed and folded his arms but stayed silent for the rest of the way back home.


Oscar was ready. He had all his clothes packed together, and all his belongings packed up, too. Looking over at all the important things that he had, he smiled. There was Rolf's old blanket, a mud painting on a rock from Boyd for his birthday, a quick sketch that his father did of the weapon triangle and the affinity of magic, and the special parchment, quill and ink that his father bought for him so he could write letters to them. Each item was carefully placed in the bag, and all the items except for Rolf's blankets were wrapped up in cloth so they didn't get damaged. Oscar placed his clothing and the knapsack in a larger bag and slung it over his shoulder. He patted his pant pocket which had a small satchel of gold and a vulnerary, in case he got hurt.

His father told him of a caravan that travelled around town and drove people to places for small sums of money, and Oscar was planning on taking that to get to the capital of Crimea, Melior. Before leaving, he made short farewells to all his family members.

Rolf didn't know exactly what was going on, but sensed that it wasn't something happy. Oscar hugged Rolf and tickled his stomach, eliciting a laugh from the infant. Oscar murmured gently into his ear: "Goodbye, Rolf. Be a good boy and listen to your father. I'll miss you…"

Boyd ran up to Oscar and hugged him. Oscar knelt down in front of Boyd and returned his hug. Oscar pulled away for a moment and was surprised to see that Boyd was, in fact, crying. Oscar wiped his tears away with a finger and sighed, rubbing his eyes as he felt the tears threatening to escape. "Boyd, don't cry, you're making me cry-" Boyd quickly whipped his head sideways, trying to hide is tears. "I'm not, sniff, crying!" Boyd interjected, obviously having some manly pride. Oscar chuckled and hugged him one last before saying: "Goodbye, Boyd. Be strong without me, I'll miss you, you little twerp." Boyd punched him teasingly in the arm.

Lastly, Oscar ran up to Linus and hugged him, feeling the nerves getting to his head and the sadness from leaving his family. Linus pulled away and said to him: "Oscar, I'm hoping you get into the knights. You've been training hard these past days. I… I'll miss you, my son. Remember, you are talented, you are strong and you are smart. Now that I think about it, you are pretty good at many things," a playful smirk crossed Linus' face, "you might even get yourself a… dare I say it, girlfriend!"

Oscar felt his face flush a light shade of pink and he rubbed his face, embarrassed. Linus laughed and put his hands on his son's shoulders. "I'm just teasing, Oscar. Anyways, please try your best but most importantly, stay safe. Write to use whenever you can, and make your father proud!" Oscar hugged him one last time and set out for the capital, his journey beginning.

Looking back, he could see his family members waving, and he shouted one last message to all of them:

"Thank you, dad, Boyd and Rolf! I'll miss you guys! I love you!"

Then, Oscar set out on his journey to become a full-fledged knight, smiling brightly and determined to come home with a horse and armour, determined to make his father proud and determined to become stronger and more helpful to the family.


Thanks for reading, people! I hope you liked it, and I apologize if there are any mistakes I made. This chapter was, indeed, happier, but kind of boring. I will make sure that next chapter will be more exciting! Thanks once again!