Alright! Welcome to the second chapter of Fire Emblem: Sparrow. So last chapter we met a guy with some memory issues. Cliché, yeah. But it felt right creating the character.

So in this chapter we learn a little bit more about this mysterious man. Also, some lore I mixed together about the Dread Fighters. A little something to spice up the unit, you know. A little summary on a unit can say so much.

Anyway, enjoy!


Chapter 2

A week has passed since the man first awoke. And in the span of a week he only had an "episode" twice. The first being when he woke up, and another a few days after. Luckily, Tharja and Libra were there to help him. Aside from that, not much is known about him. When asked, he simply answer in a yes or no fashion. Mainly because he has no memory. They gave him his own room, which he was grateful for. And by request, someone keeps watch. Normally the duty falls to Cordellia, Gregor, Kellam, and Frederick. All volunteered.

Aside from those who watched him, he would also have those visit him. Everyone in the Sheppard's was excited to meet the new person taking residence in the barrack's. However, by order of both Chrom and Robin, only a few may until he is comfortable to meet everyone. Thankfully, everyone respected the man's decision. Those who did visit him were Chrom, his fiancée Sumia, Robin, Tharja and Libra. Tharja was there mainly to help find anything to jog his memory with the use of her curses. Libra was there to keep watch. It was on a that day when Libra and Tharja visited him when his second "moment" happened. And Tharja was able to learn quite a bit about him.

"What were you able to learn?" asked Chrom. Tharja was seated and had a cup of water. The memory curse took a lot out of her. Of course she knew the consequences, she just didn't expect to see what she saw.

"Is he like me Tharja? Did he lose his memory?" Robin asked, her impatience getting the better of her. Normally, that would annoy the sorceress, however, Tharja and Robin had a budding friendship. That and Tharja was able to grow use to it. She finished her water and looked at the tactician.

"Honestly, he is far from it," she said, her tone keeping the normal dark nature within it. For the Sheppard's it was normal.

"Does that mean he remembers who he is?" asked Chrom. Tharja's face dropped and she clutched her tome close to her chest.

"Yes, but not in a way you think."

"What does that mean?" She took a breath. The memory curse really took a lot out of her. They way it worked was that they both share a collective mind set. Meaning both the caster and the recipient would see the memories. It didn't turn out well for both. Tharja nearly collapsing, and Libra having to hold down the man.

"It means that he remembers, but at the same time he wants to forget it as well," she said. Chrom's brows furrowed and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"That is just as confusing. Why would he want to forget who he is?" Chrom responded. He didn't see it, but Robin and Sumia saw that Tharja wasn't comfortable. She saw something in that man's mind. Something not entirely good.

"Tharja? What did you see?" asked Sumia in an almost motherly tone. In a way it helped Tharja calm a bit. She herself didn't understand it all, and she was trying to wrap her mind around it.

"I saw… something. Villages burning, people dying. Fire and death all around. And from the emotion, he had guilt. As if he was blaming himself. At some point I think he wanted to forget all of it, so he in a way, he unleashed a lot of magical pressure. At least that is the theory."

"Theory?" Chrom asked .Tharja nodded

"Dread Fighters are also known as Magic Demons. They are able to store massive quantities of magical energies within their bodies, giving them abilities many warriors dream of. However, it takes a toll on the body. Many Dread Fighters don't live long lives because of that power. I believe that whatever he did scarred him so much that he tried to implode himself with all the magical build up."

"You mean to say that, in a way, he tried to kill himself?" Robin asked.

"In a sense, that was exactly what he was trying to do."

The air in the room that day was dark and cold, and although Tharja would love it, even she wanted the mood to be better. But that wasn't all she sensed from him.

"I did sense something else, however," she said, causing everyone to look at her. Chrom had a face that almost said 'no more'. She forced herself not to laugh at it.

"I didn't sense evil in him. In fact, the opposite even. Aside from the turmoil within, his spirit is almost calm. If given time to adjust, he may be alright and possibly a new ally."

That conversation was just two days ago. And thanks to Tharja, the Dread Fighter was accepted. Of course, the rule not to smother him was still in effect. Still, he was grateful for what Tharja said. Even apologized for causing any harm to her. She simply shrugged it off. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she and the other Sheppard's wanted to help him. He was able to meet everyone accordingly, and although he doesn't remember his past, he remembered everyone's name that he met in those few days. Of course, it was always small talk. He didn't feel ready to fully join the Sheppard's. He wanted to see if his abilities were still intact.

And he was doing just that today. During midday, in the training ground, he was seated cross legged. The training ground was empty save for himself and Cordellia who in charge of keeping an eye on him. His request, not by order.

She was seated underneath a tree in the shade. She already did her daily workout for the day. No need to over exert herself. As she sat, she watched the man sit in an almost unmoving manor. He was meditating. It was amazing for her to watch. She could never do it. Always wanting to be busy and moving around. Him, however, sat still.

He had his sword strapped on his back. Robin did some research and with the help from Lon'qu and Miriel, they discovered it to be the Mystleltiann, a fabled demon sword. In a way, it made sense. Dread Fighter, also known as Demon Fighter's, with a demon sword. Cordellia shivered looking at the blade. Even though it was in its scabbard, it looked like a powerful blade.

As she watched him, Olivia walked into the training grounds. Normally at this time she would be dancing, however, she never really had the chance to meet the man. She said a quick hello and told him her name, but never really talked with him. And since Cordellia was there, she was comfortable. She waved a nervous hello at Cordellia and sat next to her.

They both watched as the man stirred. The girls saw him flexing his fists, and could hear him humming. He clenched his teeth and fists. In that moment, he could feel an energy pulsing through him. He could feel the magical energy again. But this was minute. He needed to wrap himself with it. It was what the Dread Fighters were known for.

Feeling the energy, Tharja quickly went to the training grounds, Robin right behind her. Both were intuned with the forces of magic. What they would see, along with Cordellia and Olivia, amazed them. He stood up and brought his hands up, clasping them together. His middle and index fingers pointed. He closed his eyes, and began to surge the magical energy in once again.

Then, with a shout, the energy released and enveloped him. He was submersed with an aura like energy. In fact, Robin read that it was the greatest tool a Dread Fighter had. Known as the Demon's Aura, it is the magical aura Dread Fighters use in battle, normally as a fuel for the skills and weapons. Each aura was unique to the Dread Fighter, and sometimes would be seen in different colors. For him, he was submersed in a black aura, occasionally a black spark would appear.

He held the position for a few moments, and then he opened his eyes. Keeping the aura active he started to move around. Inspecting his hand and body. In that moment, it was the first time they saw a true smile on his face. And for him, it was the greatest achievement he can have in this new life. Restoring his power.

With a blink, he released his aura. The black surrounding him slowly fading. The four girls who witnessed went up to him.

"That was amazing!" Cordellia said, a grin on her face. The man blushed slightly at her praise.

"I've never seen anything like it! What was it?" Olivia asked. He scratched the back of his head.

"I'm not sure to be honest. It was just felt… natural in a way," he said. Robin giggled, which she did when she knew something someone else did. A habit she picked up from Miriel.

"It is called the Demon's Aura. Being a Dread Fighter, you use it to channel your energy to your weapons. A skill unique to you," she said. Hearing that the man grinned.

"But it was black. Would that be considered a bad omen?" Cordellia asked. Before Robin could say anything he was the one who answered.

"No… I don't think so. In Dread Fighter culture black is actually the color of justice. Red is glory, blue is honor, green is duty, and I believe gold is vengeance." The girls looked at him dumbfounded that he could know that. He blushed slightly and chuckled.

"Sorry. After doing that I started to remember a few things. Nothing solid, just about what I am. I kind of felt nostalgic enough to say it out loud." The girls grinned, even Tharja, at his moment. Especially Robin.

"Good! Hopefully when you start getting the swing of things you'll start to remember more!" Robin was defiantly excited. Being amnesiac herself, she knows the feeling when remembering something.

"Do you remember anything else? Like a name?" asked Olivia. The excitement melted away her shyness.

"No sadly. But, that just means I can come up with a better one," he said with a smile. However, Cordellia saw the hints of sadness on his face.

At that moment, a bird flew by and landed on his shoulder. He chuckled.

"Hello little one," he said. Cordellia smiled.

"It's a Sparrow. Early this time of year, aren't we?" she said to the little bird, which chirped in reply. For him, something stuck and he chuckled.

"What is it?" asked Tharja. The man looked at them, and with a finger, the bird landed on top of it.

"Sparrow. I like it. I think it may just suit me."

Cordellia didn't know it at the time, but she just named him.


Alright, and that's a wrap! Be honest, and let me know what you think thus far. Any form of criticism is greatly appreciated.

So in this chapter: We have a name! I went with Sparrow mainly for the symbolic meaning behind it, which (in some cases) is freedom. Remember, Tharja picked up some nasty memories that scarred him. And since he made himself forget in a way, he is free from the turmoil. That and Sparrow is just awesome. And I gave him Mystletainn because it is an awesome weapon and plus it is different than the sword Owain gets. His is known as Missiletainn and even the dude that give him the sword says the it is even a VERY common sword. The only reason Owain uses it and it is his best weapon is actually a psychological thing. I don't know, Nintendo went deep with the game.

And for the main importance. Pairing. So, I have a few choices that I like, I just don't know who to pick. The options are: Cordellia, Tharja, Cherche, Say'ri, and Olivia. Yeah at lot of choices, but come on, Male Avatar had half of the entire roster to pick from. Anyway, so for Sparrow I can't really pick who I'd want for him. So, being the most friendly guy I am, I'm letting be up to you. On the review, or pm me who you think he should be. And I know it is early, but I'm asking now that way I can start forming some chapters and start thinking of some moments for him and the character. So please, shoot me a message or leave a review on who you think Sparrow should hook up with.

Also, please note this: For me, whenever a new OC or even an SI is introduced to any game or story, some AU is involved. Sometimes big and sometimes small. And this fic, some of the character will be a little OOC. For instance, overly attached Tharja in game? Not so attached in the story. She will have that dark side to her, just not the creepiness. and Owain... well I'm not sure what I'm going to do with him. Poetry is... not my strong suit.

Either than that, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it and I'm open to criticism no matter the form. Just don't troll me or I will hunt you down. I live in Texas, hunting is like second nature to me (Maniacal Laughter!). Seriously though, let me know what you think, and if you have an idea or a request on a scene you would like, shoot me a message and let me know.

KD