Fire Emblem:

"A Guy, Some Girls and a Piece of Parchment"

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Chapter 6: What Comes Around, Goes Around...

"So... Somebody else really wanted my advice on affairs of the heart, huh...?" asked Sain pleasantly, as Kent approached him.

The other knight sighed. "Yes, Sain..."

"You know, I'm flattered that you thought my scroll was useful enough to give someone else," continued the other cavelier, beaming.

"Don't make me regret that decision, Sain..." warned Kent, irritably. "Remember what they say, 'Pride goeth before a fall...'"

"That's true..." mused Sain. "Still, I will never forget this one time, where my best friend actually thought my advice was worthwhile, for once..."

Kent shook his head. "You'll never let me forget this, will you...?"

"Nope," replied his fellow knight cheerfully. "Now, let's get you back to your tent, so you can rest that ankle..."

And with his friend's help, Kent hobbled back to his tent, his right arm resting companionably on Sain's shoulder... And Kent's crutch, left discarded in the grass.

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Meanwhile, in an out of the way part of the camp, Guy sat dejectedly on a hollow log... He had had no luck in finding the lost scroll, thus far; plus, there were far too many mages carrying books similar to the one he was looking for, that the swordsman didn't want to end up in a similar predicament like he did with Priscilla, earlier...

Priscilla... Guy sighed heavily to himself. There was no way he could ever hope to win her over, now...

"Um... Hello, Guy..."

The swordsman scrambled to his feet at that greeting, as he recognized the sound of Priscilla's voice.

"Oh... Hi Priscilla," Guy mumbled, tugging on his braid sheepishly.

"By the way," he added, as the swordsman remembered something. "Congratulations on your becoming a Valkyrie..."

"Thank you," replied the healer demurely. "Oh, that reminds me..." She placed a hand on the myrmidon's forehead, causing to him to flush.

"Are you feeling all right, Guy?" asked Priscilla, in a concerned tone. "You were acting so strangely, earlier; as if you were feverish, or something..." The swordsman blushed even harder.

"I'm really sorry about that; I'm fine, actually..."

"Are you sure? Your face is awfully red at the moment..."

"I'm... I'm sure," stammered Guy.

"All right..." said Priscilla skeptically. "But just remember... You can come to me for healing, whenever you're not feeling well, okay?"

The myrmidon nodded wordlessly at her, causing the healer to smile kindly at him. Then she turned, and left... Guy watched her go.

"She still likes me..." murmured the swordsman to himself, in wonderment. "Perhaps I haven't lost hope with you yet, dear lady..."

Just then, the myrmidon felt a polite tap on his shoulder.

"Excuse me... Aren't you Guy?"

The swordsman turned around, to find a young woman dressed in Sacean garb, smiling down at him.

"Um, that's right..." The myrmidon's brow furrowed in recognition. "And you're Lady Lyndis, correct?"

"Yes, I am... I believe you know Sir Kent? He asked me to give this to you." Lyn handed the scroll to him.

Guy's eyes lit up. "You found it!" he exclaimed. "I've turning the camp inside out looking for that thing...!" He then paused for a moment, as he realized something.

"Uh... You didn't actually read this scroll, did you, Lady Lyndis?" asked the swordsman tentatively.

"Actually, I did," replied Lyn, causing Guy to blush. "But that's not really important..." Noticing the swordsman's embarassment, she patted him reassuringly on the back.

"Look Guy," Lyn began frankly, "What you decide to read in your off time is your own business... Just try not to lose this again, okay?" She tapped the parchment he held, and gave him a sisterly wink.

"Uh... Sure, milady..."

"Just call me Lyn. We are both Sacaen, after all..."

"Okay, then... Thank you... Lyn."

Lady Lyndis smiled at him and then walked away, leaving Guy alone, clutching the scroll.

The swordsman was just about to unroll the parchment eagerly, when he paused... Hadn't this document caused him enough trouble, already?

Besides... Priscilla still seemed to like him, without any help from the scroll's advice...

Guy stared at the roll of parchment for the longest time... Finally, he came to a decision.

Quickly crumpling up the scroll, the myrmidon tossed it over his shoulder... Then he left, without casting it a second glance.

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TO BE CONCLUDED...

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