"I told you guys, already! The Sothe Debate Forum is done already, so lay off me!" a familiar green haired thief shouted behind him.

Sothe's had it rough. Ever since speaking out against the name of the Nintendo Wii in his recently held forum, supporters from all across the Fire Emblem Universe have been ruthlessly hunting him down. Whether it be Paladins, Swordmasters, Wyvern Riders, or even Bishops, none spared their efforts in hunting him down.

Unfortunately for him, his recent evasion record attracted the attention of arguably one of the most threatening forces in existence. A mystical energy enveloped his shadow and effectively bound his body in paralysis.

"Ah, darn it! I... can't... move!"

"Ohohohohohohohoh! I have you now, my blaspheming little pet! Tremble in despair!" an ominously girlish voice announced.

"N-n-no... impossible... it... can't be! I gotta get out... but I can't... get... FREE!" Sothe shouted in a sudden panic.

"You're not getting away from me, Little Sothey!" the voice cried out.

As the figure approached closer, her form became perfectly clear. She was garbed in the dark violet gown and shining tiara of an evil queen. Even more apparent was the big violet eyes and pink hair of her face that was complete with a malicious smile.

"For insulting the name of Wii, Serra, Queen of Darkness shall dispose of you at once!" she proclaimed.

"Ahhh... Serra of St. Elimine... I knew it was you, but... since when were you a master of Dark Magic! I thought you were a Cleric!"

"Yeah, yeah... be a cleric was okay, but Bishop-hood was awesome! Unfortunately, Light Magic started bore me, and naturally, my lust for power grew since Hector wouldn't grant me any more servants, so here I am, wielding both Light and Darkness with relative ease!" she exclaimed. "But enough of this foolishness. Minions, attend me!"

Two horseman proudly rode up by Queen Serra' side. One was a man with a pink afro and wore orange armor and a goofy grin on his face. The other was an old goat of a man with white hair and purple armor.

"Marcus! Mackalov! Slay that cute little infidel!" Queen Serra ordered.

Both men saluted silently, then rushed their horses out to meet the helpless green thief.

"Ahh... crap! I don't wanna go out like this! I want to live long enough and hopefully join the sequel as a focal character! Uh...gah!" Sothe tried to move himself free, but it was no use.

The two unpopular cavaliers continued charging outward as Sothe remained stiff. Then, both men raised their silver swords in the air.

Sothe could only close his eyes and await his fate, until a brilliant light shone from behind him, allowing him to move once more and narrowly escaped his terrible fate.

"Sothe, my son! Please allow me to hold them off and flee from this accursed place!" A man's voice cried out.

"Renault! What the --- I'm not your son! Why are you here? Why did you save me?" Sothe asked

"That was a figure of speech" Renault sighed. "Anyway, I could care less of what the next Nintendo Console is called, but my personal battle against Queen Serra is of a Sacred Duty. You see, upon searching for ways to master a more potent offensive magic, she has stumbled upon a way to absorb the magic of the Former Dark Master Nergal! The power she absorbed changed and corrupted her mind and soul, and now she runs amok with campaigns hunting down Wii Nay-sayers!"

Sothe looked at him in confusion. "Really? "Changed and corrupt" you say? But Serra's still the same sadistic nutcase that she's always been! She just has Dark Magic to harass everyone with!"

Renault glared at the thief blankly. "Oh... well then, never mind that part! Just run away, child!" he yelled.

"Fine, fine... just, uh... well, take care of yourself, then!" Sothe shouted as he ran further away.

"Envoys of the darkness, I shall not let you pass!" Renault proclaimed as he raised his rod in the air, ready to smite the minion horsemen with his magic of light.

Unfortunately, his pathetic stats could not protect him against the incoming knights as they struck him down with their shining swords.

Sothe sighed as he continued to flee from his relentless pursuers. "Figures that would happen. No wonder everybody says he's useless!"