The Test

"Can you believe that a boy would be THAT beautiful?" Serra sat on the ground in Reverie, the strategist's, tent. Reverie was her best friend in the group, considering she had the same tendencies as her, and by that, she means she runs after every single boy in the camp.

"Um, you traveled with him over a year ago," Reverie mentioned, flipping the page of her book, "so I thought that you would already know that by now." Serra let out a huffy breath. First, she yells at the prettiest boy/girl whatever, and then her best friend is ignoring her?!

Sensing the pigtailed girl's thoughts, Reverie responded, "I'm listening to him. You asked me if I could believe a boy would be that beautiful." This caused Serra to shut her trap.

"Wait…" Serra paused to retie her limp right pigtail, "wasn't he one of the ones you chased after during the fight with Lundgren? I think I remember something like that…" Reverie nodded, and then closed her book.

"That's very true, but I have a new target now." As if on cue, her face quickly changed into a maniacal smile, which sent chills down Serra's spine.

"Eliwood, you will be mine whether you like it or not!" At the end of her sentence, the young girl charged out of her tent, the girl's long brown hair flying at the same pace of her cape, leaving Serra in the dust.

"…I thought he liked Ninian," Serra uttered to herself. However, these words were unheard, and seeing that staying in the empty, silent tent too long would drive her crazy, she decided to get up and leave. After lightly wiping off her beautiful white dress, she took to the field.

"ELIWOOD YOU'RE MINE!" A blur mixing blue and red brushed by Serra. It slowly came to a stop and made itself known as Eliwood. His face was that of pure, unfiltered fear as footsteps that belonged to the crazy teenager were getting closer and closer. Taking no time and dallying, Eliwood rushed over to Serra, grabbed her shoulders, and began to shake her violently.

"You have got to help me, Sister Serra," he pleaded, still managing to be polite even in distress. Serra was slightly, but not incredibly so, turned on by this. 'Erk's the only one for me though,' she thought to herself as she guided the young lord to her tent, making sure to be quick, yet quiet, and closed the flap.

"Thank you very much, Sister Serra, I am in your debt." The young man bowed politely as thanks, turning the young cleric's cheek a rosy pink, albeit lighter than her hair color. She turned to face away from the redhead and examined the ground instead. A little earthworm poked its head out from the ground and wiggled its way through the grass. Serra smiled, until she realized the worm had silky blonde hair.

"Oh Elimine. . ." she cut herself off before she could spill any unholy words. Eliwood seemed taken aback by her outburst, and took a few steps back.

"I think," he muttered half to himself, half to the wall of the tent, "I'll go find Reverie now. I bid you farewell, Sister Serra." With those words, he left the tent, and thudding sounds were heard immediately aftward.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU'RE MINE ELIWOOD!"

"OH NO, PLEASE MISS REVERIE, LEAVE ME ALOOOOOOOONE!"

"HOW DARE YOU! HE'S MINE REVER, BACK THE—"

Serra could tell their battle was going nowhere. After all, Ninian, the ice queen and Eliwood's beloved stalker, had entered. She felt sorry for Reverie; she stood no chance at all.

Now she was all alone. The worm had long since crawled back into the cave whence it came from. Now she'd never know whether that was the beautiful boy's long lost worm brother/sister or something…

"…Sister Serra?" Her heart froze. That melodious voice, she knew it belonged to one person, and one person only.

Lucius.

"Excuse me, Sister Serra, may I come in?" Her heart froze. Surely, this was a test of Elimine. Very carefully, she replied, "yes."