Chris: Uh, yeah, I got this idea when I was thinking about a time in my game where Jaffar got berserked and killed Matthew. Made me restart my game. Stupid Jaffar. Anyway, here's a different version of the whole thing. Tell me what you think. I might make this multi-chaptered if I feel like it. Yeah, this'll probably just be an archive for various weird, psycho, depressing or angsty-like one-shot stories that I write. I don't know. Oh, and I don't own Fire Emblem. Bah.


Know Your Sins, and Repent: Forgotten Emotions

He stood atop a hill that overlooked the battlefield, looking dispassionately at the numerous bodies stacked around. The land itself was red, soaked through with the blood of warriors, some of them friends. Or, at least, they had been friends. They weren't anymore. That's because they were dead. It seemed so far away for him. He felt like he was lost in a fog, and couldn't distinguish anything about the past events. What happened? He couldn't piece out the details, but he was certain he was the cause for their deaths.

He lifted his right arm and found a katana clutched tightly in its grip. He blinked. When did I get this? I don't remember holding a weapon like this… He stared at the blood that soaked on the blade, staining it a deep red in the setting sun. The blood had dried, and parts of it were flaking off. He scraped off some of the dried blood, and stared at the edge, his reflection staring right back at him. Dark blue eyes, rimmed with red. Those are my eyes? I can't seem to remember… He stumbled down the hill, hoping to find some sort of hint as to what had happened, and how it happened.

He paused before the body of a teenager with blond hair. He couldn't explain it, but he felt some sort of comradeship with him. He kneeled before the figure, and examined the body. The person had been killed by a quick sword slash through the heart. The swordsman stood. He seemed to recall the person's name. Mike…Mitchew…Matthew, yeah, Matthew. He kneeled down and found that Matthew had been clutching a locket in his hand while he had been fighting. He pried the cold fingers loose, and opened the locket. He saw a young flame-haired girl staring back out at him. She must be Matthew's girlfriend. He placed the locket back into Matthew's stiff hand, and flinched as parts of his memory flew back.

"Hahahahaha! Die!" He swung his sword, his blue-green braid swinging behind him. His sword wove around his enemy's defense, chopping his foe's blade in half. Everything looked red, the color of blood. He took it as a good omen, and dashed after his opponent, who had pulled out a short dagger from his cloak.

"Guy! What are you doing?"

He ignored the shout, and swung his sword at the blond man, whose dagger quickly wove in to block the strike. However, he kicked the knife out of his foe's hand and stabbed in straight through the heart, laughing as his opponent gasped in pain.

"Le…Leila…I'm…sorry." The blond man fell to the ground, dead. He laughed, and kicked over the dead man's body. He pulled his sword out of the person's chest, still laughing as blood spurted from the wound as soon as he had taken out the sword.

"HAHAHAHA!" He licked his blade, and dashed off in pursuit of another person to kill.

The swordsman blinked as the memory faded. Guy…Is that my name? Matthew called me Guy, so that must be my name. Guy shook his head and moved over to the other bodies. There was a young, red-haired man, who was slumped against a tree, a gaping hole where his chest was. E…Eliwood…That name comes to my mind…Is that Eliwood? Guy kneeled down to inspect this body, and found nothing of interest, except a small ring that hung around his neck. He laid it in his hand and looked it over. Another memory flashed back.

"Ninian…Do you truly feel this way?" Eliwood stood next to a young, light teal-haired girl. The girl nodded nervously.

"Um…Yes, Lord Eliwood. I…I love you. There is no other way to explain it." Ninian looked to the ground, her hands clasped together.

Eliwood spun a small ring between his fingers. "This is your greatest treasure, and you give it to me?"

"I…It is because I…love you so, Lord Eliwood."

"There should be no formalities between us, Ninian. Heh, I always thought I'd be the one to tell you first."

"W-What?" Ninian looked up.

"Well, I love you too, you know…Just thought I'd always tell you after this war was over." Eliwood grinned sheepishly. Ninian's response was to grab him forcefully and kiss him deeply. The red-haired lord circled his arms around his love, kissing her back.

Guy closed his eyes, trying to reclaim the memory, but it faded once again. Is this what love is? I don't remember feeling anything like this… He stood up, leaving Eliwood's body behind. He shook his head as he walked across the battlefield, spotting more casualties. There was a young girl that had the same color as him. Her green hair was stained with her blood, and her body was scarred with various cuts and slashes.

He continued walking, and came across a couple of horses, whinnying and poking their noses at their dead riders. There was a cavalier with bright, orange-red hair, one with brown hair, and the last had messy green hair that covered his eyes. Guy leaned down, searching for anything that might jog his memory. He felt a special bond with these people, for some reason. He couldn't explain it, but he knew that he would remember more about his life if he searched these people.

He rummaged through the orange-haired cavalier's belongings first, pushing aside broken parts of his red armor. Guy found nothing of interest, except a small lock of green hair that belonged to the girl he had seen earlier. He wondered if anything had been going on between them. He decided to search the green-haired cavalier next, and found various utensils stuffed in his pouches. Maybe this guy liked to cook? I still can't seem to remember… He placed the utensils back into the cavalier's pouches, and looked at the last one lying there. He found a small pack of cards, as well as a small feather, which was probably some sort of a token from a woman he had loved. Guy smiled inwardly as another memory rose.

"Sain! You cheater!" The red-haired cavalier slammed his cards down and pointed at his partner, who laughed.

"Don't be so stuck up, Kent. It's not my fault you stink at BS." Sain spread his arms out wide, smiling widely. "So, you guys want another game?"

"No, I've lost enough money as it is." The green-haired cavalier shook his head. "Eliwood told me to make some trail food. I'd better get started."

"Cook, cook, cook! Come on, Lowen! Don't you do something else?" A girl with dark blue hair smiled. Her armor was lying on the side, and she was wearing the simple gray dress that she usually wore under her armor.

"I have many duties in this camp, Farina, and I don't always have time for fun." Lowen stood up and left, humming a small tune.

"Sigh…All he does is cook. How about you, Kent? Got something else to do?"

"Not at the moment. Lady Lyndis is busy sparring with Lord Hector, and Lord Eliwood is gone to solve some problems."

Farina grinned. "Heh, probably left to play hooky with Ninian. Right Sain?"

Sain grinned back mischeviously. "Yeah, I bet our lord would be the person to do that."

Kent flushed red. "Do not speak of our lord in such a disparaging manner!"

"Take a pill, Kent! Come on, let's play poker." Farina drew up the cards, ready to deal out another hand. The two cavaliers smiled ruefully and shook their heads.

"We know how good you are at poker. We'll have to abstain for now." They left the table, leaving behind a disappointed Farina.

"Eh, I'm just skilled." She began dealing out the cards in the sequence for solitaire. "Of course, it never hurts to have a joker in the deck." She grinned and flicked her hand downward, where a card suddenly appeared. She spun it around her finger, smirking at the black ace on the card. "Luckily I never have to use it." She placed back in the deck, and began playing solitaire.

Guy shook his head. He smiled at the memory, even though it was fading. So that's what friendship and happiness is like…But…What did I do? He continued walking, staring at the different bodies on the floor, looking to see if he could find some sort of connection with them. He saw a small girl, not much into her teens, laying on the floor next to another person, a young man whose face seemed emotionless, even in death. Next on the path was an archer pair, a girl with long green hair in braids, and a boy with dark-brown hair. He passed by them without a thought.

Next on his route was a girl with dark-red hair. She was splayed out on the ground, blood covering her white and green dress. The blood stained her mouth, coloring it an ugly red. Guy leaned down. He felt a certain bond with this girl, which seemed to make his heart beat faster. He looked away from the horrified expression on her face, and mercifully closed her eyes. Guy sat down next to her motionless body, looking at her to see how she died. There was a huge gash across her breasts, and there was a stab wound through her stomach. A splintered piece of wood lay beside her. He closed his eyes. No one should die so badly…Especially someone so young. But I was the one who caused this. Guy winced as he felt another memory returning.

"Priscilla! Guy's been hit with a berserk! Stop him!" A tall, blue haired axeman yelled orders at the dark-red haired girl, who mumbled nervously.

"Um…Yessir!" Priscilla searched through her belongings for a small staff made out of oak wood, and it was topped by a ruby and two topaz gems. She pulled it out quickly, and began chanting the words to the spell that would release Guy from the berserk spell's hold. The green-haired swordsman turned at the words, and lunged at her, grinning in anticipation.

She stumbled backwards, dodging the strike. Another red-haired person stepped forward and stopped Guy's blow. "Get out of here Priscilla, and cast your spell!"

"Bu-But…Raymond, Lord Broth-"

"No buts!" Priscilla's brother grunted as he struggled to hold Guy back. Priscilla nodded in fright, and backed away, muttering the words of the spell. Guy noticed this, however, and began swinging at Raymond frantically, as it he didn't want the berserk spell to end. The multiple strikes clanged against Raymond's sword, and he struggled to keep it in his hands. However, the sword finally flew from his grasp, and Raymond was slain as Guy's sword knocked him backwards, a diagonal cut across his chest.

"Nooooooo! Lord Brother!" Priscilla, distracted by the death of her brother, forgot all of the words of the restoration spell. Only when she saw Guy swinging his sword at her head did she break out of her dazedness. She used her Restore stave to block the blows, but the sword slowly chipped away at it, and it was soon reduced to a useless hunk of wood.

"G-Guy…Why…I…failed everyone…" Priscilla panted, suffering from numerous wounds on her body. Guy swung one last time with the flat of his blade, striking Priscilla in the face and knocking her to the ground. He slashed her once across the chest for good measure, and ended her suffering by plunging his sword through Priscilla's stomach.

"Heheheh…HAHAHAHAHAHA! Give me more death!" Guy let out a maniacal laugh, and left the two broken bodies aside, looking for more victims.

Guy blinked, and found out that his face was wet with tears. He winced and moaned again and again as the memories flooded back, and he saw everyone he had killed. Florina, a young orchid-haired girl who showed lots of promise. Marcus, a grizzled veteran who had the interests of his lord before his own. Ninian, a nice and polite girl as well as Eliwood's girlfriend. Hector, the lord who put his friends and family over anything else. Erk, a studious young man who only wished to accomplish everything he could. Canas, a person who wished to study everything about the world. Fiora, a protective older sister who had died defending everyone else.

Guy didn't know about anyone else. I probably killed them too… He clenched his hands and dropped his sword onto the floor. I was the cause of all their deaths. Up in heaven, they probably all hate me…Especially Priscilla…I killed her brother too. I lost all of my honor, succumbing to the magic and letting my primal rage take over. I wasn't even able to sort out my feelings for her either. His gaze moved over the battlefield and landed on his sword. He picked it up, running his finger over the steel working, and scraping off any blood. You don't think it would accept another sacrifice? Guy thought about it, and brought the blade up to his neck. He thought about it and nodded. Yes…If I cannot apologize to them here, I will apologize to them in death, and seek forgiveness. He slashed the blade across his neck, collapsing.

He smiled slightly as he saw the realm where his friends had departed. He ran towards it, waving at them. And in the front were his best friends…Matthew, who wore his usual cocky grin, Sain, who was tossing dice in his hand, and Karel, who was more than a master than a friend, but had watched over his training. And up in front, racing towards him was the dark red-haired girl, Priscilla. She had a smile on her face and jumped in front of Guy, who looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry…For what I did."

"We understand, Guy, and we're not angry with you. Although Hector is a bit put off at dying. Come on, Guy, let's go." Priscilla took his hand and led him towards his other friends. Guy smiled. He had found his forgiveness.


Chris: Uh yeah…Weird idea. I have no idea how I got it…Review please. And stuff like that.

Rebecca: You killed me!

Farina: And me!

Chris: Uh… -runs away-