Warning: Contains some bad language
Disclaimer: I dont own FE, or any characters in this fanfic... except for Mike!
Okay, guys and girls, I'm making this chapter mainly about Mike, seeing as we WILL need to know a lot about him later on.
Mike: Why thank you.
Fiora: I'm still convinced Mike is you, Swordmaster-2000
Me: Er, ON WITH THE FIC
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Mike was not happy. He'd spent the last few weeks traversing a boiling desert (which still didnt make up for being rescued by a very good looking Pegasus Knight), and was stuck in a bed because he broke his arm in a fight. Okay, so he was pratically dead, but who cares?
He was walking through the desert when he was ambushed by bandits. They asked for what every good bandit asks for: money.
"Soz dudes, I'm broke. Now go harass an old lady or something", he'd said. Real smart move, and he knew it was a mistake the moment the bandits drew their weapons. Luckily (at the time at least), he had his ever- trusty Blade of Vanimos, the blade of Eternal Winds, which he quickly drew. The bandits rushed him, but he twirled his blade in circles, causing a sandstorm that knocked several bandits off of their feet. However, even with the winds on his side, Mike was still hopelessly outnumbered.
As the leader of the bandits leapt at him, Mike raised his blade in a desperate attempt to block the blow. Unfortunately, he misjudged it and the mace smashed his left arm. This left him in a rage, he seemed to split into many people, and he cut through them like a hot knife through butter. They were soon all dead. Unfortunately for Mike, he was very nearly dead too (cloning yourself to massacre a group of bandits is a hefty job, especially with one (working) arm). He collapsed on the ground, hoping a miracle would happen...
And a few days later he awoke in a small house in Pherae.
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Fiora: What did you call me?
Me: Er... nothing?
Fiora: Damned Fanfics... Why do they pick on me?
Me: Er... no reason.
Fiora: I'm not convinced... are you sure you're not Mike?
Me: Yes.
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R&R or Fiora will kill me!
P.S: I am Mike but dont tell Fiora...