A/N: I took snowylavendermist little suggestion and did a little scene on Joshua's thoughts when he almost killed Marisa. It's not much, but I hope you'll enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem.
Enjoy!
Chapter 14
Where am I? Joshua looked around at his surroundings. He was in the desert. But it didn't feel or look like it. The desert wind was cool as it blew softly against him, his hair swayed against the wind. The sky reveled it was neither daytime nor night time. It was red. Blood red. Unusual.
There was nobody around him, all he heard was the whistling of the wind.
But there was something else. Something was laying against his chest.
Joshua looked down. It was a tousle of lavender hair laid against his chest.
What...?
He took a step back and Marisa's body fell limp in front of him into the sand. Her skin was unusually pale, and blood was seeping out from her torso. The sand around her body were stained with her blood.
Marisa!
He wanted to scream her name, but he couldn't find the strength or energy to work his vocal chords.
He wanted to run to her, and hold her in his arms, but his legs couldn't move.
He held out his arm to reach for her, and in his hand was a sword stained with blood.
No...
He dropped the sword, then looked at his hands. They, too, were stained with blood.
I couldn't have... I didn't...
He watched his fingers tremble from the thought. He felt his lips twitching, and his body shaking. He began to shake his head.
No... No... No...
Joshua looked back up at Marisa's body. The wind slowly blew sand onto her, burying her body.
His legs gave way, and he fell into the sand. He reached over to the blade he had discarded only moments before. He clutched it with his trembling hands.
He gave it no second thought. He knew what he had to do. With all his strength, he jabbed the stained blood sword into his chest. He shut his eyes from the impact only to feel nothing. He looked down and the sword was gone.
He looked back up at Marisa. Her body was already covered by the sand, her face almost buried. Her still expressionless face stared at him as it was getting buried.
And just like that, her soul, her body, and her spirit would forever be lost in the desert.
Joshua gasped loudly as he sat up in his bed. He look around his room.
It was only a dream. But it had seem so vivid, and so real. Perhaps it was his mind replaying a memory.
He ran a hand through his hair, it was wet from his sweat.
He laid back down on to his soft mattress and stared at the ceiling.
This was the third night in a row he had this reoccurring dream. The first night had only shown in the blood colored sky desert. The second night, he saw Marisa's head matted on his chest. Tonight, her saw her body. Her dead body.
He had seen the worse of it. If this dream sequence continued on, what would tomorrow's dream show?
he couldn't help but fear for the worst.