Disclaimer: If I did own the FE series, would I be sitting here in front of my PC wallowing in self-pity? I DON'T OWN THE DARN SERIES! Some lacky of his honorable Shigeru Mayamoto (I hope I spelled that right...) did so, so there!

Thanks to only ONE person ("Millenium Slinky"), I will dig myself out of my Pithole of Pity (yeah, I'm pissed and depressed), I will continue with the 2nd part the new EPIC!

Sairn: Yes! He said EPIC!

Stupid muse...

Sairn: Huh?

Here's the second part!

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Fire Emblem: A New Journey...

Act I

Part I

Chapter 2: Within the Shrine

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Unlike the blasted guard outside, the Chamber of Seals was clean and overall, not even guarded. The key that Pleis stole fitted in the first door in the room but through sheer possible divine intervention, the key got stuck and it couldn't be pulled out.

"Just great!" Sairn screamed as he kicked the steel door. He quickly regretted kicking the door for his foot hurt like the nine circles of hell. "Well, don't just stand there! Open the friggin' door!"

"Right you are, boss," said Pleis. The nimble and silent thief whipped out his Lockpick and promptly began to fiddle with the lock after he snapped the key in half. After a few moments, the door swung open.

"Good job," said Peter the Archer as they stepped into the room. Pleis ignored the remark and stared at the interior.

"Wow," said Dennings the Archer. Sairn Kazul was the only one who wasn't looking at the remarkable interior. Murals of battles and weddings and other important events in history covered the walls. one notable scenery that was hard to miss was the event of the "Scouring". The floor, the ceiling, heck, even the doors were covered in art. Sairn Kazul the Sage ignored all this finery and marched toward the center of the magnificent room.

At the center was a glass cabinet with three seperate orbs on short white marble pillars guarding it. The first orb was filled with a swirling mist of white magic. A tome titled "Aureola" was sealed within the mist. Sairn saw the tome and smirked as he attempted to break the barrier. His Thunder spell struck the orb but it reflected the spell at himself. The bolt of magic flew off at and angle and struck Sairn in the leg. Muttering curses, the Sage pulled out his Psychic staff and cured himself.

"You okay, chief?" said Dennings as he snapped from his reverie.

"Fine!" Sairn snapped in disgust at this open display of emotion. "Never been better!" He then muttered, "Imbecile!" under his breath. "Forget the 'Aureola' Spell! I'm a Dark Sage, not some namby-pamby Monk!"

"You sure about that, boss?" Pleis muttered beneathe his breathe with spite and a touch of malice. "I mean, when's the last time a spell of yours actually bested some lousy bishop's?" Luckily for the under-respected thief, Sairn nor his other companions heard the sarcastic remark.

The next orb was like the first yet the inside was filled with magic of the darkest. Dark mist floated in the orb and at the center was a forbidden book of magic. It was Sairn's own relative's tome known as "Ereshkigal".

"Ereshkigal," Sairn cooed as his dark red eyes gleaned the tome over and over. "Thanks a lot, cousin Nergal." His hands gripped the orb, shaking it furiously. The tome stayed at the center but the mist moved. It moved in a way that incited Sairn to stand back and fling a Elfire spell at it. A column of Anima Magic swirled around the orb with such fury that it melted the column the orb was upon. When the spell ended, the orb was split into pieces with the Ershkigal tome laying there, unscathed.

Moving on to the last orb, Sairn's eyes widened to the point where it was almost like a saucepan. The mist was red but at the center was a spellbook of power that was unattainable by any mere Mage or an advanced Sage. In the orb, was the tome titled "Forblaze" with Archsage Athos's own signature at the bottom.

"Must have this book!" he gleefully muttered as he drew out his power for a Bolting spell. The red mist swirled faster as more power was put into the spell. Finally, the evil Sage couldn't hold the power back and unleashed his fury. The orb was broken into pieces but the tome laid there, unscathed. Shaking hands with smoked leaking out clutched the tome. Glee and malice danced in Sairn's dark red eyes.

"The power," said the evil Sage. "I have the power of Archsage Athos!" The raised the tome and began chanting the incantation, the very same that he had heard many years ago when he was an apprentice to Erk the Sage, his master.

Molten fire worthy of the Dragonlands leapt forth from the book. Pleis, Peter, and Dennings watched in awe as their leader and boss continued to chant the forbidden magic. More and more power built up and soon, the unfortunate three had no choice but to run.

"TAKE COVER!" yelled Peter as he shoved Dennings and Pleis out of the room. He quickly slammed the metallic door and held it back, breathing heavily. Pleis and Dennings returned with a beam of wood and barred the door shut. A loud rumbling was heard and all three unfortunates stared at each other in horror. They quickly evacuated the building. They ran as if the demons of the nine circles of Hell were chasing them for their souls. When they finally reached the woods did they turn back and look.

"Mwa ha ha ha!" they heard Sairn's voice boom. "Look at me, my faithful followers! Look at my power!" The entire building shook at the power of the magic of Forblaze. It crumbled onto itself. Pleis looked away, fearful of the carnage. Peter and Dennings just stood there with their jaws slack. Never had any of the three followers of Sairn had seen him level an entire building with power of that magnitude.

Slack-jawed and confused, the three miscreants stared at one another as the explosions of fire and magic slowly died. Pleis noticed that Peter and Dennings were not quick enough to dodge most of the blasts of fire when they were evacuating the Shrine of Seals. Pulling several vulnerary vials, Pleis motioned for the awe-struck two to sit down.

"Whadya think the chief's done now?" Peter blurted out in a confusing cascade of blabber. "I mean, if he's gone, does that mean that what we've done to get here is fer nothin'?" Pleis paused briefly in the darkness as he administered the curing powers of the vulnerary onto a third degree burn.

"I dunno," the thief simply said as he finished cleaning the minor wound. "It might be for the best... or it might be for the worst for us..." He moved on to help Dennings but the Archer waved away the Thief's help.

"Pain is weakness leaving the body," the Archer simply said in a monotone. Pleis stared at his companion in disbelief. He knew that Dennings was one to bear pain and suffering from his past but why did the Archer wave away medication?

"Come on, Dennings," Pleis said as he reached for one of Dennings's wounds. "If pain is weakness leaving the body, then you must treat some of the wounds left by the pain." The nimble Thief swiftly withdrew his hand as the Archer brought out his long dagger and slashed downward where the hand was. Peter realized what was happening and quickly held Dennings down while knocking the bladed weapon away.

"Just... just don't bother with me, okay!" Dennings yelled in fury as he struggled against the stronger grip of Peter. "Let me go, Peter!" The dagger laid a short distance away in the grass.

"What's wrong wid ya?" Peter bellowed into his fellow Archer's left ear. "What are ya? Crazy?" He flung Dennings into the dirt, disgusted. Suddenly, a loud roar erupted from the ruins of the Shrine.

The three survivors quickly forgotten their dispute as they hastily gathered their gear and managed to hide behind several large trees. The roar of magic quickly ended and the three slowly made their way back to the edge. More rumblings were heard but they continued their trek.

A flash of light later, they saw their lord and master once more. Instead of his old cloak and spells, they found that he was wearing a new cloak of crimson with robes of black. The Psychic staff wasn't hidden beneath his cloak. Sairn revealed to his followers of his new gear.

"Look at this, my faithful!" he joyfully showed the three. "Look at this!" He immediately reached within his cloak and pulls out the three Tomes of extreme power.

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Ryoku the Cavalier was tired. Tired of riding through the night. Tired of being just a pawn in a big game of chess. Tired with the fact that his horse just threw him off for the fifth time in three hours.

"Dang it, Lope! Stop tossing me off fer no reason!" Ryoku yelled at his horse, irritably. His horse snorted and allowed his master to mount him.

"Only a coupla more miles until we reach, Lord Alex's Castle," the Cavalier muttered as they continued riding into the night. "I just hope that he's in the mood to learn about the Shrine. Oof!" Ryoku flew through the air and landed belly first onto the grass.

"STUPID HORSE!" Lope gave a smug snort.

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(Due to the fact that I have exams for the next 7 days, I won't be able to update for a while and nor can I stop and use the computer for this because I hate my CALCULUS teacher all the way to the last Circle of Hell and back. CURSE YOU, DANTE!)

Sairn: He just needs a little cup of Starbucks coffee now... after all, CALCULUS is his weakest subject...

SHUT UP! Stupid muse...