Sacrifices

A Rolf X Lethe fan-fiction

Disclaimer: I don not own Fire Emblem or its characters at all.

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Chapter four: A Dangerous Mission

It had been days since the incident with the Feral Ones, yet Lethe still hadn't woken up from her injuries. My worry and anxiety were killing me, and my heart felt like it was being crushed. I had only just figured out what my feelings for her were. I was in love with her no doubt about it. I had never felt love like this before in my life, and if Lethe were to die or never wakes up I didn't know if I could go on. I saw Rhys coming over to check on her.

"Any improvement, Rolf?" he asked.

"No, she stirs only a little, but I think she's in pain." Just as I said that her face contorted in pain, and I wanted so badly to comfort her somehow.

"I'm worried about many of our injured, including Lethe here." Rhys stated. "You see, that fire destroyed much of our medicinal supply, and so I don't have much to work with, and I'm afraid if one her ribs might have punctured one of her lungs."

"I see. . . ." I was severely depressed now.

"But don't worry, I'm sure she'll wake up any day now." Rhys said trying to cheer me up.

That's when I started to think of a crazy idea. "Hey Rhys, do you think the Begnion camp has good medicinal supplies."

"Yes probably, but your not thinking of doing what I think you'll do, will you?"

"No no of course not. I'm not stupid you know."

"Oh well that's good. Tell me if there's any improvement." Rhys walked away after that.

I was, in fact, going to do just what he thought. I was going to sneak into the Begnion camp, and steal medical supplies for Lethe, and the others of course.

First I needed to cross the river undetected, which was difficult seeing as there were Begnion sentries everywhere. I had to find a shallower part of the river to cross. When I found a part that was shallow enough to cross I started to make my way to the other side. The river was strong, and unfortunately I lost my footing and fell in. The water was freezing! Not only that, my fall alerted Begnion guards.

"Hey, did ya hear that?" I heard one say.

"It came from over there!" Another said.

A group of about four Begnion soldiers came over to the river bank to inspect. I had to hold my breath underwater, and hoped they wouldn't see me. I only had to do so for about 15 seconds, but it felt like hours before they left. I specifically remember an especially fat soldier threw a large rock into the water.

"Stupid fish! Always making noise and jumpin' around." The bigot said.

"Come on, we should get back to our posts before the General chews us out." And with that they finally left.

I came up and took a long needed breath. It was around dusk, close to nightfall, when I reached the other bank. I knew with my wet clothes I would quickly get sick, but I had no time to waste because who knows what was going on back in our camp. Besides there was nowhere that would provide shelter and start a fire in this open land full of Begnion lapdogs. While making my way to the enemy camp, I felt something wet on my head. I moved my hand through my hair, and was surprised to find my hand coated in blood. That rock the fat guy threw must have hit me, and so I had a new problem that I hoped wouldn't trouble me until I got back to camp.

After a couple of hours of sneaking and ducking I finally reached the Begnion camp. It was much larger than I expected, and I started to worry if I could find their supply tents.

I slipped in between a few tents to start my search. I wandered for about an hour with no luck. I was beginning to give up hope, when I saw a lone Begnion cleric start to walk past the gap in the tents I was hiding in. I quickly pulled him in, and put an arrow point to his throat.

"Where are the supply tents?" I tried to sound intimidating, and luckily he couldn't see me through the dark because in all honesty I'm not that intimidating.

"P-please d-don't kill me! I-I'll do anything y-you want just s-spare me!" He was making such a ruckus I was afraid he would alert the whole camp!

"Shh! Be quiet! I won't kill you if you lead me to the supplies."

"A-alright, I'll do it." He said.

He made me follow him through the maze of tents. I made sure he stayed in the shadows, and only led me where I wouldn't be discovered. We came to one part of the camp where the supply tent was only about a 15-yard open dash. However, there was a huge problem. General Zelgius! I hadn't seen him since the Mad-King's war! If he was here and leading the Begnion forces then this war just got a lot more dangerous. I could hear him giving orders.

"Make sure there are always three guards at this post. We can't afford to risk our supplies. We gained an advantage with our surprise attack, so they will probably try to raid our supplies. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!"

Zelgius began to walk away, but before he did he looked exactly where I was hiding and . . . smirked? Then he left, leaving two heavily armored sentries and a fire mage.

"Thanks for getting me this far, and as promised I won't kill you." I then knocked out the cleric. I needed to get those guards away from the tent at least for a minute. I found a good-sized rock and threw it about a good 20 meters from the tent into a tree, making sure it would make noise.

"Hm, what was that?" the mage asked.

"Don't know, probably should check it out." Said one of the other two.

The three then proceeded to the source of the noise. I took this opportunity to make a quiet, yet speedy, dash to the tent. I entered, and quickly searched the entire tent for anything useful for it wouldn't be too long before the guards got back. I took some staffs, vulnaries, herbs, elixirs, and anything else that we might be in short supply of. I quickly gathered everything and got out of there as soon as possible.

I had just got out of the enemy camp, and I had thought I got away clean, when I heard from the camp, "Intruder! The enemy is escaping! After him!" Apparently the guy I knocked out and threatened had woken and alerted everyone. In about a minute I had about 20 or 30 enemies on my tail. It seemed as though a thousand spells and arrows were flying at me. I had no choice but to run away in another direction of the forest and river. That way they wouldn't be led directly to where our camp was. If that happened, it would be catastrophic with many of ours still injured. No, I had to get away first then head back to camp.

I was running for about 30 minutes before I came upon a cliff face. I was cornered and quickly surrounded on all three sides with a large wall of rock behind me. I was frightened, death was certain, and I was becoming desperate. And that's when I remembered something very important. I had friends and allies who needed the supplies I had, and most of all, Lethe needed me, and I was not going to let her die.

"Any last words thieving enemy scum!?" I heard the supposed leader of the group say.

I felt something building up in my gut, then my chest, then my heart till it filled every pore in my body. I didn't know what it was. Desperation, adrenaline, bloodlust, or maybe something else. I didn't know what it was, but I definitely felt power. I felt invincible, like I couldn't be defeated. I wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it drove me to do the most reckless thing I had ever done. I became like a madman with no control of my body. It was sort of frightening.

"I WILL NOT DIE!!" I screamed at them and charged like a wild boar.

I shot five quick arrows into the soldiers surrounding the 'leader', and then brought the end of my bow crashing down on the leader's head, cracking his skull, and breaking my bow in two. I then picked up his sword and charged into the guy behind him, ramming the sword into his gut. I pulled it out and slashed the guy next to him in two.

I could tell the soldiers were surprised with the ferocity of the attack and stepped back forming a circle around me. A soldier charged at me with a lance, and I blocked the attack by using my left arm as a shield. I dropped my sword and took the Begnion's lance from my arm, and swung it in a large arc, killing many soldiers around me. I was shot in the back with an arrow, and I threw my lance into the one who shot me, and grabbed the arrow from my back, and stabbed it through one of the soldier's neck. I tackled a mage, and started beating him to death, and dodged a lance aimed for my back so it instead pierced the mage. I picked up the lance and charged a line of soldiers, skewering one, then two, then three, until they were shishkabobed (spelling?). One of them dropped a sword, so I picked it up and decapitated the man behind me. I saw a mage cast an elfire at me, so I dodged by rolling, and threw another soldier into it, and he was incinerated. I then chopped that mage in four, and then swung my arm backward to cut the guy behind me, who was about to run me through with a sword, in two. I picked up the second sword and, with my dual swords, proceeded to charge and hack away at anything in my range.

I didn't know where this strength was coming from, but nothing could stop me. Not armor nor shield, not sword nor lance, not even the dragon flying Begnion could stop my rampage. The one that tried attacked head-on so I ducked, and then with the right timing jumped up and slashed my swords in a scissor like attack, decapitating the dragon, and I finished off the master soon after.

I had just finished off the same cleric whom I knocked out before, this time he got no mercy, when I noticed that every Begnion soldier either was dead or had fled. I stood there in the center of a sea of blood and corpses after finally regaining my senses and control of my body. I myself was covered in blood, some mine, but much of it not. I had wounds and cuts everywhere on my body, some serious while others only minor. I couldn't believe what had happened. What I had done. I didn't know I could even do that.

I practically dragged myself back to the river, and back to camp. Luckily I didn't run into any more Begnions. I finally got back to camp early next morning. When I entered, I saw everyone running to me.

"Rolf! What happened to you?" Oscar asked. "Are you OK Rolf!?" Boyd exclaimed. "Rolf where were you?" Shinon demanded. "Someone get Rhys right away!" Ike ordered. I think there were other questions and shouts, but they all came at once and, because of my injuries, everything was dizzy and blurry so I couldn't understand.

"Rolf, tell me where the serious wounds are." Rhys had begun examining me.

"Rhys . . . I g-got . . . supplies. . . . Get them . . . to . . . everyone . . . help Lethe. . . . " I said in between deep breaths.

"All right, but you shouldn't try to talk." Rhys advised.

"Zel . . . gius . . . is. . . ." I tried to tell them Zelgius was here, but I couldn't find the breath.

"What! What about Zelgius?" Ike asked but I wasn't able to answer because I then passed out.
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And there you have it, chapter 4 is done. Zelgius appears a little later in the game I know, but not too much later at all. Just for the sake of the story I decided to have him enter now. Rolf really went all out didn't he? Not sure when chapter five will be up, but it will be up eventually. Read and Review and you'll be awesome.