As you know, I don't own Fire Emblem. And I'm also running out of ways to
say that.
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"I'm a PATHETIC tactician!!" Jasmine silently wailed as she flumped onto her bed. Inside her tent, she was remembering the battle that had taken place that day. And she felt horrible about almost letting one of her own soldiers die.
"What can I do? . . . I'm only fifteen! I'm younger then almost everyone here!" She growled into her pillow. Her brown eyes peeked from they're hiding place, only to see a blank wall before them.
Immediately pulling herself up, she ran her hands through red, messy hair. It seemed to go all over the place, and she could never tame it. Another trait she never wanted from one of her parents. "Just calm down, like after every other fight . . ." She tried to convince herself.
"It isn't working!!" She mentally screamed, falling down again. She was about ready to cry. "I wasn't made for this . . ." She curled her hands into fists, and was ready to do something about her emotionally unstable life. "I'll run away . . ."
Looking out her door, she could see them. They seemed so happy. "They're better off without me." She turned away, remembering all those times when she had to ask some of them for help. Especially since her vision was starting to go. She needed to get glasses, but she never told anyone. That would probably make her seem weaker then she already was.
Turning to the few possessions she had, she looked at them for a few moments. She then hunched over. "Good bye . . ." She mumbled, and gathered everything. Trying to tye her hair back, she looked at the items again. "I won't bother you anymore . . ."
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"Jasmine!! Jasmine!?"
"Umm . . . Lyn? What's wrong?" Florina came up and asked her friend. Lyn seemed worried, and she was calling out their tactician's name.
"Have you seen Jasmine?"
Florina had to think for a moment. "No, not since last night. Why?"
"She wasn't in her tent. I looked all over camp, and she wasn't there!"
"I'll take Heuy to the sky and see if I can see her! Will that help?" Florina suggested.
Lyn nodded. "Yes, that would help tremendously. It's better then just standing around."
"Do the others know?"
The Sacean shook her head. "No, I haven't told anyone."
"Well . . . maybe you should go tell Lord Eliwood and Lord Hector. They might be able to help with the search."
"Good idea." Lyn then sighed. "I'm worried. Jasmine can't fight on her own. She also doesn't have a lot of self-confidence. I don't know where she could've gone."
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That's all I felt like typing right now. I thought of making it a one shot, but then decided against it. Besides, this section could use some new ideas. Please review!
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"I'm a PATHETIC tactician!!" Jasmine silently wailed as she flumped onto her bed. Inside her tent, she was remembering the battle that had taken place that day. And she felt horrible about almost letting one of her own soldiers die.
"What can I do? . . . I'm only fifteen! I'm younger then almost everyone here!" She growled into her pillow. Her brown eyes peeked from they're hiding place, only to see a blank wall before them.
Immediately pulling herself up, she ran her hands through red, messy hair. It seemed to go all over the place, and she could never tame it. Another trait she never wanted from one of her parents. "Just calm down, like after every other fight . . ." She tried to convince herself.
"It isn't working!!" She mentally screamed, falling down again. She was about ready to cry. "I wasn't made for this . . ." She curled her hands into fists, and was ready to do something about her emotionally unstable life. "I'll run away . . ."
Looking out her door, she could see them. They seemed so happy. "They're better off without me." She turned away, remembering all those times when she had to ask some of them for help. Especially since her vision was starting to go. She needed to get glasses, but she never told anyone. That would probably make her seem weaker then she already was.
Turning to the few possessions she had, she looked at them for a few moments. She then hunched over. "Good bye . . ." She mumbled, and gathered everything. Trying to tye her hair back, she looked at the items again. "I won't bother you anymore . . ."
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"Jasmine!! Jasmine!?"
"Umm . . . Lyn? What's wrong?" Florina came up and asked her friend. Lyn seemed worried, and she was calling out their tactician's name.
"Have you seen Jasmine?"
Florina had to think for a moment. "No, not since last night. Why?"
"She wasn't in her tent. I looked all over camp, and she wasn't there!"
"I'll take Heuy to the sky and see if I can see her! Will that help?" Florina suggested.
Lyn nodded. "Yes, that would help tremendously. It's better then just standing around."
"Do the others know?"
The Sacean shook her head. "No, I haven't told anyone."
"Well . . . maybe you should go tell Lord Eliwood and Lord Hector. They might be able to help with the search."
"Good idea." Lyn then sighed. "I'm worried. Jasmine can't fight on her own. She also doesn't have a lot of self-confidence. I don't know where she could've gone."
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That's all I felt like typing right now. I thought of making it a one shot, but then decided against it. Besides, this section could use some new ideas. Please review!