This is The Gamefreak again. This is only my third submission, and one stinks. Basically this is a story about Guy and Serra. I'll bet you've never heard that before. I would like to say that this is not a one-shot, though it may take me a while to update. Thanks to Chaos Knight Malik, Ted Toss64, and Sara Jaye for the reviews on "Dance", my other Fire Emblem fanfic. Everyone else, PLEASE review. I cannot stress this enough. If you don't review, I won't update, and this story might get pretty long. Maybe. A note to everyone is that though this is a SerraxGuy story, this first chapter takes during Chapter 12 of Hector's Story. That is, before Guy was even introduced into the storyline. Something interesting you might want to know is that everything in this story, minus the dialogue, actually happened in my file! That said, please enjoy the fanfic.
Dealers of Life and Death
Chapter 1: (Serra's POV)
I watched as my comrades swung their weapons at the enemies, glad that I was a healer. Fighting
was so gross, so… nasty. I had always wanted to help my country, but I had never wanted to be in
a war. And yet, here I was, thrust into a new adventure to find Eliwood's father. At least I was
working with Matthew and Dorcas. Although I never knew them well (For some strange reason,
they tried to avoid me whenever possible!), I worked with them during Lyndis's quest to… do
whatever she did, so it is nice to have a few familiar faces in our group. I know. I don't sound like
the insensitive, idiotic, loud-mouthed valley girl that I usually sound like. Most people don't seem to
know this, but I'm not just some stupid brat put in the group for comic relief. I laugh. I cry. I get
mad. I'm not always the brat that everyone says I am. Even Erk thought that I was nothing but a
pain in the butt. Oh, how I miss him. I dream about him now. I realized today that I love him. He
probably still hates me… I never really did well with boys. Oswin is out of my league… but if I
were to say such a humble phrase out loud, people would ask what I had been smoking. Matthew
is a loner, Hector is royalty, Dorcas is married, and Bartre… people say he's even stupider than
me! I still miss Erk, but not as a servant. Not because I had someone who actually worked for me,
but as a person. I miss his sarcastic remarks, and his long, soft hair. I miss his soft, caring eyes, his
gigantic brain, his jerky, ungrateful attitude… well, not his attitude. It sucked. I remember saying to
him, "Your personality's nothing special, but you're not bad to look at," I meant every word of
that. I love him, and I miss him.
So, without the only boy I have ever loved, all I do is run around a
bloody, gore-covered landscape, healing those that are dying so that they can go fight people again,
and possibly get killed. All around me… there's nothing but death. That is all I see. The killers and
the killed. I know it is for a noble cause, and if someone tried to kill me, I would try to kill, them,
but… that thought doesn't make the slaughter around me any more bearable. Worse, actually,
because I know that one day, I will learn the ways of light magic, and I will kill people like this. No
other human that still lives knows this, but… my chatty, annoying exterior is primarily a mask. I can
be annoying and bratty at times, but usually the Serra that the world knows is an elaborate charade
made to mask my sadness. My depression. My hatred. And so… I am alone.