Fire Emblem:
"A Guy, Some Girls and a Piece of Parchment"
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Chapter 3: Belle, Book... And the Handle of a Sword
In the meantime, Guy was becoming desperate, as he ran through the encampment; he hadn't been able to find either Wallace or that book of his, yet...
All of a sudden, the swordsman caught a glimpse of a red leather-bound tome, out of the corner of his eye. He began to lunge forward... Then he stopped, when he realized who carried it.
It was that lovely healer Priscilla, whom he felt nervous around... He couldn't just go up and take the book from her! It probably wasn't the right one, anyways...
But... If it was, by chance, the right one, and she caught a glimpse of the scroll that was in there... He couldn't let such a sweet lady read something like that!
Besides... The book the healer held just looked so hauntingly familliar... In his panic, Guy immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion.
"Here, let me take a look at that!" Guy cried out, quickly grabbing the book out of Priscilla's hand.
As the healer stared at him, startled, Guy quickly began flicking through the pages of the book, then paused.
"Wait a minute..." began the swordsman. "This is... This is..."
"It's a Fire tome," explained Priscilla, a hurt look on her face. She then showed Guy her right hand, which had a Guiding Ring on the index finger. "I'm finally at a high enough level to learn Nature magic... But why did you take away my book of magic from me, Guy?"
The swordsman was at a loss for words. Suddenly, he sensed someone staring at him... The two looked up, to find Raven glowering at the both of them.
"Is this boy harassing you, Priscilla?" asked the mercenary coldly.
"Oh no, Raym-- I mean, Raven..." answered Priscilla quietly. Guy waved his hands in front of him.
"This has just been some terrible mix-up!" he explained hastily, avoiding the mercenary's icy gaze. "I'm really sorry!"
As Raven's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, the other swordsman backed away slowly. "Er... I think I'll be going now..." Guy started to say... He then beat a hasty retreat.
Raven then turned to his sister, fixing her with a similar glare. "Are you sure he hasn't been bothering you?"
"No, not really... I actually rather like him," she replied coolly. "At least, he acts like he cares for me..."
And in a huff, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Raven standing by himself, dumbfounded.
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On the other side of the army encampment, the monk known as Lucius walked by, a gentle smile upon his fair features. As he walked, the wind rustled his sky blue robes... The sunlight gleamed off his golden hair as it streamed behind him, caught up in the gentle breeze...
The poetry imagery was rather spoiled when a piece of parchment, blown by the wind, went and smacked the monk right in the face.
Spluttering in an undignified manner, Lucius promptly peeled the parchment from his face, and glanced at it.
Noticing that the document had writing upon it, the monk began to read it, curiously... After a few moments, however, a blush spread across his delicate features.
"Oh, my..." he gasped. "I wonder if just reading this would break my vows of chastity..." He then noticed the name written at the top of the scroll.
"Sir Sain..." Lucius murmured to himself. "Hmmm... I think I recognize that name..."
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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"A Guy, Some Girls and a Piece of Parchment"
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Chapter 3: Belle, Book... And the Handle of a Sword
In the meantime, Guy was becoming desperate, as he ran through the encampment; he hadn't been able to find either Wallace or that book of his, yet...
All of a sudden, the swordsman caught a glimpse of a red leather-bound tome, out of the corner of his eye. He began to lunge forward... Then he stopped, when he realized who carried it.
It was that lovely healer Priscilla, whom he felt nervous around... He couldn't just go up and take the book from her! It probably wasn't the right one, anyways...
But... If it was, by chance, the right one, and she caught a glimpse of the scroll that was in there... He couldn't let such a sweet lady read something like that!
Besides... The book the healer held just looked so hauntingly familliar... In his panic, Guy immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion.
"Here, let me take a look at that!" Guy cried out, quickly grabbing the book out of Priscilla's hand.
As the healer stared at him, startled, Guy quickly began flicking through the pages of the book, then paused.
"Wait a minute..." began the swordsman. "This is... This is..."
"It's a Fire tome," explained Priscilla, a hurt look on her face. She then showed Guy her right hand, which had a Guiding Ring on the index finger. "I'm finally at a high enough level to learn Nature magic... But why did you take away my book of magic from me, Guy?"
The swordsman was at a loss for words. Suddenly, he sensed someone staring at him... The two looked up, to find Raven glowering at the both of them.
"Is this boy harassing you, Priscilla?" asked the mercenary coldly.
"Oh no, Raym-- I mean, Raven..." answered Priscilla quietly. Guy waved his hands in front of him.
"This has just been some terrible mix-up!" he explained hastily, avoiding the mercenary's icy gaze. "I'm really sorry!"
As Raven's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, the other swordsman backed away slowly. "Er... I think I'll be going now..." Guy started to say... He then beat a hasty retreat.
Raven then turned to his sister, fixing her with a similar glare. "Are you sure he hasn't been bothering you?"
"No, not really... I actually rather like him," she replied coolly. "At least, he acts like he cares for me..."
And in a huff, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Raven standing by himself, dumbfounded.
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On the other side of the army encampment, the monk known as Lucius walked by, a gentle smile upon his fair features. As he walked, the wind rustled his sky blue robes... The sunlight gleamed off his golden hair as it streamed behind him, caught up in the gentle breeze...
The poetry imagery was rather spoiled when a piece of parchment, blown by the wind, went and smacked the monk right in the face.
Spluttering in an undignified manner, Lucius promptly peeled the parchment from his face, and glanced at it.
Noticing that the document had writing upon it, the monk began to read it, curiously... After a few moments, however, a blush spread across his delicate features.
"Oh, my..." he gasped. "I wonder if just reading this would break my vows of chastity..." He then noticed the name written at the top of the scroll.
"Sir Sain..." Lucius murmured to himself. "Hmmm... I think I recognize that name..."
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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