Hello! I'm not dead, and I will continue to write this story!

I'm sorry for not posting this chapter sooner, but first I couldn't reach the internet during the summer and then I couldn't reach my beta-reader, so this chapter is un-betaed... How do you say that..?

Oh, and I did some editing of the first six chapters, just in case you're intrested. Nothing big, just less spelling errors and such. But grammar mistakes are probably still there unless they magically disapperd...

Disclaimer: No, Fire Emblem is not mine... Why do you ask?

Chapter 10

Tormod' s PoV

Tormod woke up when a cold wind blew of his blanket. He had been resting for a while and fallen asleep after he was quite far away from Leif, just so that he would be able to regain a bit of energy. He quickly grabbed his blanket and decided to get up, He wanted to get away from the desert as soon as possible.

He was just about to go when images from his dream appeared in his mind, they where from a dream that had been haunting him for years. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples in a futile attempt to forget the dream. Pictures of a young couple, a sage and a cleric, and then fire. Fire everywhere. And then the house they lived in, drowning in flames. And a two year old boy standing outside, waiting for the couple to come out.

It was always the same…

Tormod shock his head, trying to get the nightmare out of his head when he felt a another gust, this time it was much stronger.

'The wind is getting stronger. I should be going, this place won't be safe if I stay' The boy thought. He looked around, wondering where he should be going next. He didn't know where he was nor where he should be going to get out of the desert. After a while he started walking in a random direction, hoping that it wouldn't lead him further into the desert.

'I wonder how much further I'll have to go? I don't have much food left, so that might become a serious problem soon…' He pondered and thought about anything eatable he might find in the desert. He knew that there where some animals at the edges of the desert that could be quite tasty.

Muarim used to catch them and Tormod would prepare a fire and…

'Muarim…' Tormod's thoughts trailed of and he started to think about the emerald-haired tiger. Both pleasant and unpleasant thoughts. Such as when they met, when they found the ruins and started calling it 'home' and when both of them where fighting for their lives a few days ago.

'We both got pretty torn up that time. I wonder if he is okay? My wounds still hurts, what if he would do something that would make them reopen? I'm sure Leo's with him but…' Tormod hardly noticed the tears that where rolling down his cheeks when he thought about the tiger who had been like a father to him.

'Muarim, wherever you are… please. Make sure that you're okay.'

Muarim's PoV

Muarim sighted. No luck so far. He stood still for a moment and listened. He didn't hear anything. He and the other laguz had decided that they would let out a roar, or a shriek, if they found Tormod. So far he hadn't heard anything, and that made him worried.

Muarim figured that Tormod could be near the edges of the desert by now and that didn't ease his mind at all. Those places where popular headquarters for bandits. He wanted to search for Tormod there, but his wounds where still not completely healed and he really should be avoiding any fights for now.
And bandits wouldn't give a laguz any mercy, not at all.

Muarim continued to search after a few moments of rest. He wouldn't let his only family member disappear from his life. He would find him before it was to late.

Stefan's PoV

Stefan exhaled and sat down. It was still in the middle of the night and he was far from done with his training. He just needed a little rest. He took a deep breath and considered the events of the evening. He met a nice laguz. He wouldn't believe it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. He looked around and enjoyed the silence.

Wait, it wasn't compleatly silent after all.

" Yer think we're lost?"

" Aye, me think we're lost"

Stefan gasped and looked towards the source of the sound. Five bandits that seemed to be busy with something else, fortunately they hadn't noticed him yet.

' I'd rather not fight right now. I'd better go before they find me' The green-haired swordfighter thought and started sneaking in the opposite direction.

" Hey! Who's that?" One of the bandits said. Stefan froze.

' Did they see me?' He wondered, a bit worried.

" It looks like a boy" A another bandit said.

' Boy? I'm not a boy! I'm a man!' Stefan thought, a bit upset.

"Oi, he dropped something."

Stefan looked around to see if he dropped anything.

' No, I didn't. Are they… are they talking about someone else?' Stefan turned around to see if they where looking at him or not and noticed that they wasn't even looking in his direction.

" Is that a magic book?"

"Argh! Me don't like magic, makes me head hurt."

" But they could be sold for some gold, right?"

" Yeah, let's see if the kid got something else of value with him."

Stefan looked at the bandits as they started to walk towards their victim. He looked a bit closer and saw a young boy with red hair who hadn't noticed the bandits yet.

'That must be the child! I can not let them hurt him, but… I'm outnumbered. What should I do?' He thought, trying to come up with something as the bandits came closer to the child.

Tormod's PoV

Tormod picked up his tome and brushed of the sand.

'I really can't afford to lose this. I'll probably need it if I hope to survive.' The beorc thought before he put it back in the pocket that where attached to his belt when he saw something in the corner of his eye. He turned around and saw five bandits coming towards him with greedy looks in their eyes.

'Bandits! Why now? Why here?' He thought and did the first thing that came to his mind, he ran away hoping that they wouldn't catch up with him.

Jerme's PoV

Jerme was getting tired of his view. It was the same where ever he flew.

'Sand, sand, sand, something green, sand...Wait, something green?' He couldn't see it very well but the green object made him curious and he decended towards it. Then he noticed what, or who, it was.

" Hey, it's the green-haired myrmidon. What are you doing here, parentless?" He asked as he landed next to the branded swordfighter.

" It's branded, not parenless." The beorc muttered under his breath. " But that's not important, did you say that you where looking for a crimson-haired boy?" The man asked and recived a nod from Jerme.

" Well, a child is being attacked by bandits over there." The man said and pointed towards the darkness. Jerme's night vision where poor, but he could see some silhouettes moving in the darkness.

"Fire!" Jerme heard a familiar voice and then the darkness was lit up by a Fire spell and for just a moment he could see that it was indeed Tormod that where attacked.

"Tormod!" Jerme yelled and flew towards him when he heard one of the bandits say something and then he felt something fly a few inches over his head. He looked at the bandit that where standing closest to him and wondered what he just had done when he felt a sharp pain in his left side.

' What the... He must have thrown a hand axe' The crow thought when said axe fell to the ground next to him. 'Dammit, if I only had been paying more attention...'

"Fire!" Moments after the boy cried out a fire orb hit the bandit that attacked Jerme and the ruffian cried out in pain.

"I won't let you hurt Jerme! I won't let you hurt any laguz!" Tormod screamed and prepared himself for a new attack as two of the bandits now focused on him instead of Jerme.

The other three charged towards the bird-laguz, axes held high as Jerme transformed into a gigant bird and ascended into the air and shrieked as loud as he could in order to inform the others about his and Tormod's whereabouts.

Jerme was just about to attack the bandits when one of them screamed in pain and clutched his side where the sword that cut him hit, behind him the myrmidon prepared himself for a another attack and smiled towards Jerme.

'He's fighting... with me? Great! That evens out the odds!' Jerme thought with a slight smile and shrieked again before attacking the bandits.

Well, I don't know if the end was good but I was kinda confused when I wrote it, don't kill me. Give me advice on how to make it better. I know that my english still needs to improve, I'm working on it. Don't kill me for how the bandits talk, I know that they sound like pirates (pirates in the desert XD), but I blame my lack of knowleadge...

Tell me what you think please!

MaidenMonster