A/N- This chapter was inspired and designed by Sugar-Coated-Evil. YEAH! Everyone go read her HP fanfics!

Through My Eyes

Dear Rebecca's Diary,

So, this is what Becca is writing in all the time? She's really good. I hope I won't let her down with my poor writing skills!

This is Serra. The drama queen that's been mentioned quite frequently in here. Yes, I found your notebook Bec. Sorry. But you need an entry about what happened and I know you won't write it, so for the sake of St Elimine please read this at the very least, do me that favor.

Lowen…was shot down. In the great impenetrable castle of Ostia, while helping to defend the thrown against Nergal's intruders, the Pheraen knight, Sir Lowen, was shot down. Three enemy archers, shooting at the same time, armed with poisoned bows…Cami's shouting still rings in my ears. And I was powerless to save him. The worst part was; Becca was the first to reach him.

She shot down the leading archer and ran to pull Lowen off his horse, who was in a panic and ran off back toward the rest of the group, alerting those who didn't already know that something was wrong. I was running still towards Lowen and Becca to see if I could save him. Becca was trying to deflect arrows with her bow while pulling Lowen toward the stairway and attempting to pull out an arrow from her quiver. Wil, who'd been taking riding lessons from Rath swung up on the back of Lowen's frightened horse and managed to get it to ride back to their rescue. He hit the both of the approaching archers dead on.

Becca finally got Lowen to the top of the steps and was crying out;

"Lowen? Lowen! Are you ok? Please, talk to me Lowen!"

"Rebecca?" Was his weak reply.

That's when I got there and started chanting healing spells. He's lost too much blood, and the poisoned arrow tips were in too deep.

"I'm here Lowen, Just hang on! Look, here's Serra, you'll be ok!"

I didn't have the heart or the time to tell her that there wasn't much I could do anymore. But I kept trying. There was always a chance and I had to save him! He had to live!

Wil knelt down beside them, "Come on Lowen! You'll be ok! You've just got to hang in there!"

Lowen moved slightly. Rebecca gently brushed the hair from his eyes. Lyn was running over, followed by Lucius. I was glad Lucius was coming. I needed help. Marcus turned from his position and galloped over. Kent, noticing that Lyn was running over to our group turned and galloped after her.

"Oh Mother Earth and Father Sky…" Lyn gasped. She turned to Kent, "We have to get Eliwood!" She swung up behind the Caelin knight and they galloped off to find said Lord.

"Come on boy! How can you be a true knight if you die here! G-get up now! You'll be fine!" Marcus said, his voice breaking despite his efforts to keep it firm.

Lucius arrived, mending staff ready, but when he approached, he bowed his head and put it away. Then he started a prayer. I put down my useless staff and joined him.

"No! Please! You can save him!" Becca cried, grabbing my arm, "Please!" I just gave her a sad look.

"Re….becca?"

"Lowen! Lowen, you'll be alright!" Becca gasped.

"I'm sorry…" he murmured.

"No! No! You have to live! Please!" she held his head to her chest. Wil put am arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her.

"I love you….Rebecca…even though I know…that you love…Wil…." He whispered.

I think time stopped for her. I could see her eyes go wide and her pupils shrink. Wil's eyes did the same, but not so drastically.

"Lo…wen…?" She managed to stammer.

"Oh Becca…." I whispered, putting my hand on her shoulder. Marcus's head bowed.

"Goodbye, by dear brave knight." Marcus whispered, then stood and remounted his steed. Lowen was dead.

Rebecca's head sunk low to touch with Lowen's dead frame. She let his head sink to her lap and with a sniff, turned and buried her head in Wil's chest. His eyes closed, and he wrapped his arms around her shaking figure, and rested his head on hers. "I'm so sorry Becca…" He murmured.

Lucius finished his prayer, then stood, bowed his head in respect, and left us. With a sad nod to me.

"Why?" Came Becca's muffled voice. I bit my lip. I didn't know. I didn't know why I couldn't save him, or why he had to die in the first place. I couldn't even remember in the name of St Elimine why we were fighting this war in the first place.

"Why?" She sobbed again from Wil's chest. He held her tighter. I knew she wasn't asking me, but I felt I was the one who had to answer.

"I don't know!" I wailed, burying my head in my hands. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Erk's. I reached for him and buried my face in his robes. He knelt down beside me and let me cry on his shoulder.

That's when the battle should have been over. That should have been the end. Everyone should have been crowding around crying and paying their respects. But St Elimine's grace had left us, and Nergal now ruled the fight.

A sniper approached us, an overly-poisoned arrow strung to his bow. Erk couldn't chant fast enough. Becca didn't even notice him. I had no weapons. Wil grabbed and strung his bow, and as soon as he let the arrow fly, the poisoned tip of the now dead enemy's arrow lodged itself in his right shoulder.

He screamed in pain, his bow clattering to the ground.

"Wil!" Becca screamed. I thought she'd go into shock, but instead she quickly grabbed and pulled the arrow out of his arm. Quicker thinking that I expected from her. This let out more cries of pain.

There was already puss coming from the wound. The poison was stronger that I'd expected. "Erky, get Lucius." I instructed, then grabbed my healing staff and started to chant.

Blood and puss were spewing out, getting all over Becca. She ripped off her favorite bandana and tied it tightly to the wound. Obviously, she was as determined as I not to let anyone else die there. "Please don't die Wil!" She whispered, lowering him to a resting position on the ground. "I couldn't live if you died too!"

All sounds of fighting were over. I assumed we'd won.

"Becca…" He gasped, still in pain from the shot. He tried to smile, "I'll…be ok!"

"Don't talk!" She said, putting a finger to his lips. "Save your strength, please!"

Other's arrived. All those from Caelin, Lyn, Kent, Sain, Florina were horrified to see Wil hurt so badly. Eliwood was shaking uncontrollably, probably in shock, as he knelt at Lowen's side. Hector had a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Marcus stood by, still trying to look proud. I could see his lips for the words, "I'm sorry."

Now Wil is in the Ostian hospital wing. There was a funeral for Lowen. He was buried like a prince. I'm sure he'd be flattered. Becca stayed out there for a few hours after the reception.

Now she's in the hospital wing with Wil. The poison won't stop spreading, no matter how they try to drain it. No antidotes are working. I don't think Becca knows yet. I hope no one tells her. She loves Wil.

I have to go try to cheer everyone up…They expect me to be able to get over this all quickly and be bouncy. It's the least I can do. It's all I'm really good for…

Oh Help Us, St. Elimine,

Serra

Mic- ;; I'm sorry! I know…I feel swy for her too…but it's all for the sake of drama! I hope you don't hate me for killing off characters now, but it was completely necessary for later!

Sugar-Coated-Evil- Thank you for the great help! Thank the Sacred Pineapple that someone likes my chapter sized ;; I hope this chapter was what you were talking about (or hopefully more dramatic) You're romantic love scene will come later!

A/N-Longest chapter ever! Ok, that was sad…and no I will not fill the next chapter with loads of Angst! It will be one of those dramatic hopeless love scenes! (For Sugar-Coated Evil, the one who gave me the plot line for this and the next chapters! My fav hopeless romantic!) I hope you don't all hate me for killing Lowen! But you can blame that on Sugar-Coated-Evil too! Watches as you all pull out pitch forks Well, please review! All your advice really helps me!