Chris: Here I am with another one-shot. Why did I write this and not update my other stories? Because I felt like it and I need to write down my idea before I forget it. Lucky for me, it's a one-shot. To my favorite collection, Know Your Sins, and Repent. Enjoy! Don't own FE.

Fire Fanatic: Glad you like all of the stuff. Hope you like this chapter as well.

Nightmare: Thank you. And this chapter is about Priscilla. Whoo.

Miharu-san: I was planning to add other things…But I was tired, it was late, and I didn't feel like it.

Min the Noodle: Yeah, Berserk is annoying. Thank you for the compliments.

youkojh: Well…Guy is a good unit. Of course, that sucks when he kills everyone on your side…


Failure

'Another day of fighting…Another wound to be healed…Another reason…to fight even more.' Priscilla sighed inwardly as she touched a staff to Eliwood's arm. The globe at the tip of the staff glowed and a blue light filtered into Eliwood's wound, closing it and killing off any chances of infection.

"Thanks Priscilla! Those swords really hurt!" Eliwood nodded appreciatively at Priscilla and walked off, waving. Priscilla watched the red-haired lord walk away and sighed.

"Who else is there?" She looked outside of the healer's text, and saw that there was only one patient left. "Oh, come on in, Guy."

"T-Thanks Priscilla." The ponytailed swordsman walked inside and sat down on a bed inside.

"So…What's wrong?" Priscilla clasped her healing staff and looked down at Guy. Guy flushed and muttered something Priscilla couldn't hear. "What is it?"

"Umm…It's on my chest. Some enemy cavalier slashed at me and I couldn't dodge in time." Guy clenched his fist angrily. "Sorry to have to trouble you like this."

"It's okay. This is my job." Priscilla smiled warily. "You're going to need to take off your shirt if I'm going to heal you."

"O-Okay." Guy unfastened his shirt buttons and placed the shirt on the side of the bed. The swordsman looked at the ground, blushing. Priscilla smiled at his bashfulness and placed her staff against the wound. Once again, the staff glowed and the wound magically sealed itself. Guy smiled thankfully.

"Thanks a lot, Priscilla! It really hurt." The swordsman stood and grabbed his shirt, hurriedly buttoning it. "I'd better go. Matthew is looking for me and I think he wants me to do something humiliating." Guy dashed outside, leaving behind a chuckling Priscilla.

"I'm tired…" Priscilla slumped on the bed and closed her eyes. In a matter of minutes, she was lying on the bed, sleeping.


"Priscilla! Get up! We're needed!" Serra's shrill voice pierced her head and Priscilla sat up, rubbing her head sleepily. The alarm in Serra's voice woke her up and she grabbed her healing staff. Serra nodded and ran off into the fog, disappearing.

"Urgh…" Priscilla groaned and stumbled outside, still rubbing sleepsand out of her eyes. All around her, she could see fog and hear sounds of fighting rage around her. "Where's my horse?" She ran to the stake where she usually kept her horse saddled, but found out that her horse was gone. "Who could've stolen my horse?"

"Priscilla! Watch out!" Raven, her brother ran up and used his sword to deflect a lance that was headed for Priscilla's throat.

"Lord Brother!" Priscilla clasped her staff with both hands, frightened. She had never been this close to fighting before, and the sounds were scaring her. "W-What happened?"

"It's a sn-!" Raven fell as the lance pierced his chest and brought him to the ground. Priscilla shrieked in horror and dashed off, crying. All around her, she could hear sounds of her friends dying at the hands of some unknown enemy. An arrow whistled by her ear and she fell to the ground, tears still falling down her cheeks.

"L-Lord Brother…" Priscilla sobbed and pushed herself off. "I-It's all my f-fault! I-If I wasn't t-there-!" She shook her head and froze as she saw someone walk towards her. Priscilla blinked. "W-Who is there?" The healer brought out her staff. 'I might not be able to fight…B-But this staff should hurt them if I hit them over the head!'

"Priscilla…"

"L-Lord Brother!" Priscilla stared at the figure, as it came closer, revealing that it was Priscilla's brother. "I-I thought…"

"Yeah. You thought!" Raven sneered at her. "If it wasn't for you, I would have killed that soldier! You distracted me! And when I was hit, you didn't bother trying to heal me! You ran away!"

"I-I wanted to!" Priscilla shook her head, her staff falling out of her nerveless hands.

"Wanted to, huh? Wanted to? Then why didn't you? You're a healer! You're supposed to help people, not leave them to die! You are a traitor to your friends and family! I'm ashamed to call you my sister!" The swordsman stalked even closer to Priscilla, glaring at her.

"I! I! …I know it's my fault! B-But…I tried!"

"TRYING ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH!" Raven bellowed in anger and faded away. Priscilla blinked and ran a hand over her tear-stained face.

"I-It wasn't him…" Priscilla panted heavily, struck by guilt and horror. She picked up her staff with shaking hands. "I…" She shook her head furiously and continued running around the battlefield, looking for someone that needed help. Ahead, she saw a fireball crash on the ground. Priscilla ran to the location and saw Erk fighting a wyvern lord.

"Take this!" Another fireball flew from his hands and burst against the wyvern's skin, igniting it. The wyvern screamed its death yell and plunged into the ground, flinging its rider into a tree.

"E-Erk! Are you okay?" Priscilla ran up to the mage's side and held him up.

Erk smiled at her. "Yeah…I'm fine." Suddenly, he froze and coughed up blood. The red liquid flowed over his hands and down his face and the mage collapsed to his feet. "Ergh…W…What is this?"

"L-Let me help!" Priscilla placed her staff against Erk's mouth, but the mage pushed her staff away. "What are you doing, Erk?"

"Go help the others…I'm done here. I used up all of my power…And now I must pay the price. I just need to know…Do you consider me a friend?" He looked wearily at Priscilla, blood dribbling down his lips.

"O-Of course, Erk! But let me help!" Priscilla brought the staff back to Erk's lips, but once again, the mage pushed it out of the way.

"If you were my friend, you would leave me alone to die! Go help someone else!" He pushed her away, using his other hand to cover his mouth.

"B-But-!"

"No buts! Or else I won't consider you my friend!" Erk roared at her and more blood spurted out. "Go away! I don't need you!" He collapsed on the ground, his blood staining the grass red.

"…F-Fine…" Priscilla blinked back her tears and ran away. Now, the sounds of fighting were less distinct, and the whole battlefield carried an air of death and destruction. Priscilla shivered as she continued walking. A sword plunged into the ground by her feet and Priscilla leaped backwards.

"Pick it up!" Karel's voice echoed through the air. He walked up, dragging along Karla's dead body. "I'm almost done killing everyone else here! Now it's just you!"

Priscilla brought her hands up to her mouth. "W-Why?"

"Why, you must ask? To get the thrill of killing! I do not understand you. Why do you heal when you can fight! Think about it! Venting all your feelings into a sword, cutting down friend or foe!" Karel smirked and threw Karla's body away. "My pitiful sister thought she could live in peace, but peace is just a passing fancy! The word peace is such an ugly word! It never happens! This world will never have peace, and I shall help bring on the next war!" He pointed his own sword at Priscilla. "Pick up that sword and fight!"

"I…I don't want to! I-I'm a healer!" Priscilla shook her head.

"Fine! Then die with that staff in your hands!" Karel lunged at her, swinging his sword at her neck. Priscilla screamed and fell to the ground, hearing the sword fly over her head. Strangely, her hand gripped the sword on the ground, even though she was certain that she was holding a staff.

"U-Uh…" Priscilla wobbled up, holding the sword in front of her shakily. She had never even held a sword before, and the weapon felt strange in her hands. Karel lunged at her again and she moved her sword to block it. Karel smirked, and pushed her back heavily, causing her to land on the bloodstained grass.

"DIE!" The swordmaster swung his sword in an overhead slash that was aimed at Priscilla's skull. Priscilla saw a vision of the sword piercing her head and she lunged forward with her sword, not caring whatever happened. When she didn't feel the sword strike her head, she looked up. Karel was smiling at her, blood dripping from his lips.

"G-Good work…Now you can take over my job." Karel smirked at her. "Welcome…Sword Witch."

"NO! I didn't want to kill!" Priscilla released the sword and staggered back, looking horrendously at Karel's dead body. "I didn't want to! I DIDN'T WANT TO! I DIDN'T WANT TO KILL YOU!" Her staff reappeared in her hand and she ran away from Karel's body.

"Priscilla! Wait!"

Priscilla shrieked, horrified, and she swung her staff at the person's head. The boy ducked and cursed.

"Priscilla! It's me, Guy! What's wrong?"

Priscilla blinked and her gaze focused on the swordsman's figure. She sobbed happily and collapsed on him.

"Whoa! Priscilla! What's happened to you?" Guy looked at Priscilla and noticed that blood covered her clothes. Priscilla continued sobbing.

"I-It's my fault…"

"What's your fault?" Guy looked down at her, compassion in his eyes. "Don't worry…It's not your fault…For whatever."

Priscilla looked up happily, tears still forming. "Guy! Behind you!" She pointed to a shadowed person behind Guy. The swordsman turned and brought his sword around just in time to block an axe. However, the person swung a fist at Guy's head and knocked him to the ground. Then, he plunged his sword into Guy's chest and pulled the sword back out.

"Argh!" Guy screamed in agony as he collapsed to the ground. Priscilla was at his side, holding her healing staff.

"I! I'll heal you! Don't worry, Guy! I can heal you!" She brought her staff to Guy's wound. However, as she chanted the words, she noticed something different. The globe glowed black, and shattered, destroying any remnant of magic left in it. "No! This has never happened before!"

Priscilla rubbed her eyes frantically and searched through her blouse for another staff. She found a staff that had a navy-blue globe, and she used that. However, like the earlier one, the globe shattered. Every staff that she had acted in the same manner, and soon she was left holding shards of glass. "What is this? I…I can't heal him!"

Priscilla shook Guy's body, hoping to find any signs of life, but it was all in vain. Priscilla screamed in despair and clutched Guy's body, crying. The figure that had slain Guy laughed and walked up to Priscilla.

"Looks like you are a failure!" The figure laughed again and swatted her away, separating her from Guy's body.

"I-I am not!"

"Yes, you are!" The man glared at Priscilla and then looked at Guy's body. "You failed him! You failed everyone!"

"I-…I…" Priscilla looked to the ground. "I didn't want to…."

"Too bad!" The man stomped down, crushing Guy's body beneath his boot. "And now he's gone, thanks to you."

Priscilla whimpered, and walked backwards, trying not to look at Guy's mutilated body. She bumped into someone and then she spun around. "P-Please…I…I…I…I didn't mean to fail!"

"Fail, huh? I didn't want to, huh?" The person she bumped into was Raven. The swordsman punched Priscilla in the stomach. "You killed us all! Your failure! Your weakness! You are pathetic! YOU ARE THE REASON WE ARE DEAD!"

"I-It's not m-me…" Priscilla whimpered again, bringing her hands to her mouth, trying to stop her lip from trembling. Erk appeared behind her, blood staining his lips.

"Hmph. Some friend you are! You abandoned your own brother! I can't believe I ever relied on you! If you acted like a real friend, we probably would still be alive!" Erk poked her angrily. "You always say that you want to heal others, huh? Why don't you heal yourself? HEAL YOURSELF OF YOUR OWN WEAKNESSES! NOT OURS!"

Priscilla slumped to the floor, lying on her knees and covering her ears with trembling hands. "I…I am not weak…"

"Not weak, huh? Of course you are not. You killed someone. And you liked the feeling, didn't you?" Karel walked up, grinning madly. "You want to kill others, right? Kill them like I did? Take pride in your title, Sword Witch. I believe you will become a legendary fighter. You will destroy your friends. You will kill your enemies. You will fight your employers…And finally, you will kill yourself. And you will like every minute of it! Priscilla! You are a traitor to the essence of healing! YOU ARE A KILLER, PRISCILLA! ACCEPT IT!"

"N-No! I-I…I d-didn't want to k-kill you!" Priscilla bent over, still trembling from the accusations.

"Priscilla…Why didn't you heal me? I was waiting for you."

'No…Please no…Not Guy…Not Guy! Anyone but him…' Priscilla nervously looked up and screamed as she saw that it was Guy.

"You said you'd heal me, Priscilla. I was waiting. I believed in you, Priscilla. And you failed me…I guess you really were a failure. And you failed me…I will never believe in you again, Priscilla." Guy looked sadly at the ground. "I…Just can't believe you, Priscilla. YOU FAILED ME!"

"No…No…No…No…No…" Priscilla shook her head.

"You were the reason I am dead!"

"You are not a real friend!"

"You are a killer!"

"…You failed me…You are a failure."

"NO!" Priscilla stood up, still covering her ears.

"Priscilla?"

"NO!"

"Priscilla!"

"I'M NOT A FAILURE! PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"PRISCILLA!"

"PLEASE…PLEASE!" Priscilla screamed. Her eyes opened and she saw the person from earlier stalking towards her. "Please…Just leave me alone…I know I failed…"

"You finally admit it." The person dashed up to Priscilla and brought his hand across Priscilla's throat and squeezed. Priscilla struggled against his grip but the person was too strong. "Just give up, Priscilla. Fail at life, as you did at everything else."

"N-No…I…I am not a failure…It….was just a….mistake…" Priscilla gasped as she tried to push the hands away.

"Mistake? You claim the deaths of four people are just mistakes? FAILURE!" He squeezed tighter and Priscilla lost feeling to her fingers.

"PRISCILLA! ANSWER ME!"

"…I…I…am….sorry…everyone…I truly….am a…failure…" Priscilla felt her head getting light and she felt like sleeping.

"PRISCILLA! GET UP!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Priscilla sat up from her bed, her skin covered in a sheen of sweat. She frantically looked around, feeling her throat. "Huff…Huff…What happened?"

"It looked like you were having a nightmare." Guy looked at Priscilla. "You were rolling in the bed and moaning so I decided to wake you up."

"Guy! You're alive!" Priscilla sobbed happily and hugged Guy around the waist.

"W-Well…Of course I am. You healed me, remember?" Guy flushed red and looked down at Priscilla.

"Guy…Am I….Am I a failure?" Priscilla looked up at Guy, her eyes shining with tears.

"Of course not! I don't know a better healer around." Guy grinned at her.

"T-Thank you, Guy. T-Thank you for…everything." Priscilla continued hugging him, tears still falling down her cheeks.


Chris: Yeah. It's weird. Oh, and chances are that there is going to be a chapter per character. So I've got a lot of one-shots for this story. Anyway, hope you like it….And review please!