DISCLAIMER: Nope, I still don't own Fire Emblem. Sniff.
Story rated: T (For language and all that)
(FE 9)
Story number two. Don't ask where the idea came from, it's.. based off of something that happened to me in chapter 19. And so, I made Mia the witness of the whole thing because she's awesome. Along with Stefan and Zihark, that is. They were my 'swordmasters of love' threesome. Lucia sucked, so she couldn't join that merry group. Poor Lucia.
.. Don't ask, by the way, about anything found odd in this story. Like, any characters acting out of character, or something. It.. came out of random. I was bored. ;-;
Warning: Slight spoiler for one character. Really slight.
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Story Number Two- Why the Crow King is a Bitch
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It was cold. Mia knew that much. That, and she could barely see anything. Fighting on the mountains was strange. It was almost surprising that no one had been blown away into the unknown somewhere, especially the flying units. Except.. she had sort of wished the crows would blow away. Maybe just a teeny bit.
They were so annoying. If you didn't watch yourself carefully, they would swoop down on you before you could even discover that one was above you in the first place. However, what made it even worse was that he had to be there. The Kilvas king. He was more annoying than 15 of his lesser crows put together. If his talons didn't kill you, he had wind magic as a special ability as well. Wind magic! Well, hey, he was a laguz king, after all. But why did he have to be here? Mia sighed, taking down a myrmidon that had charged towards her before he could even land one attack. She had hoped Janaff and Ulki could talk Naesala out of being in this battle, otherwise they wouldn't be able to hold up much longer. Everyone was spread out and couldn't find each other because the constant blizzard made things hard to see. It made the weary swordmaster wish she had Janaff's eyes sometimes...
Mia blinked, and moved forward a bit more. Something was becoming visible in the distance. A.. battle or something? She couldn't tell. Damn snow. It was always so pretty to her, but when it came to battling, it was just a big pain in the ass. She tried to inch a bit closer, careful not to get in range of a ballista. When it finally started to become clear enough, her hatred for the crow king at this moment increased just a bit more. If that was even possible.
No one stood a chance. Oscar had nearly been knocked off of his horse, and Mist and Rhys were both trying their hardest to heal as many as they could. Then there was Naesala, hovering over his next victim. Mia froze. Him.. the unruly green hair, the colorful outfit.. and that sword..
Stefan.
She was probably the only one who knew. Everyone else was occupied with something. The hawks were nowhere to be found, and everyone else had either been injured or fighting off someone else. Which meant that it was all up.. to her.
Mia sprinted forward as fast as she could, the scene becoming clearer and clearer. "Naesala!" She had shouted, attempting to distract the raven king long enough for one of the hawks to finally come. "What the heck, they can fly!" Mia thought to herself, "So what's taking them so long?" To Mia's dismay, Naesala didn't seem to hear her call. Either that, or he just ignored it. He just attacked his victim once more, this time raking his talons against his chest and sending him flying. It was after this that Janaff finally appeared from a mountain peak, and started talking to the crow king. Mia couldn't hear what they were saying, not that she really cared about that anyway. She was too busy making her way through the snow to get to her fallen friend. "Damn it, Janaff! You were a little late on that one!"
It was terrible. Seeing him like this was just terrible. Mia had never actually seen him wounded before. He was usually close to invincible.. nothing could ever even hit him in battle. He could easily slay everything in his path... it was just sad. Mia bent down to check how bad he was.. he was still breathing, but barely. She was panicking. If nothing was done soon, he would die. She couldn't even remember his name for a brief moment. Or her own; in fact, for that one terrifying moment in her life, she couldn't remember anything. Nothing..
".. Mia? What.. happened here?"
"Uwah?" Mia looked up to see a familiar face staring down at her. Zihark.. it was Zihark. And in that moment, most of Mia's fear and confusion seemed to.. blow away, with the snow and cold, blustering off into oblivion and being replaced with a small flicker of hope. With all of the effort she could muster at this point, she stood back up and threw her hands at her fellow swordmaster's shoulders, and dazily began, "The crow king severely injured the leader of our trio and he needs a healer. He needs one now. Get one now.. !"
"All- all right. I think I saw Mist earlier.." And it was with this that Mia released her grip to let Zihark go search. So now, all she could do was wait. Except, something felt weird. As if her panic attack of forgetfulness made her forget something important--
.. The pain in her side. The sharp, stabbing pain in her side. Right. The ballistas. She forgot about those. What interesting timing as well! She was dizzy. Her vision and hearing started becoming a blur, and she blacked out.
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"Has she awaken yet?"
"No, but she should any minute..."
"Hey, I think she's stirring!"
"Mia, are you.. all right?"
Mia blinked her eyes open, and saw the ever-worried face of Zihark looking at her for the second time that day, along with Rhys. She looked around for a moment to discover she was in a tent. Was the battle over.. ? Something seemed to bother her as soon as she woke up, but she couldn't quite grasp what it was.. her memory was hazy. She started to rise, but felt immediate pain after, and was forced to lie back down again. "M- Mia! Be careful, you shouldn't rise yet.. !" Rhys advised, the orange-haired priest looking rather flustered. Mia sighed, finally asking the question she was longing to ask.
"What.. happened?"
Zihark was the one to answer this question, "Someone in one of the ballistas discovered you in your state of distraction and chose that moment to strike. I had been coming back with Rhys since Mist had already been healing Oscar, and we found you unconsious as well as Stefan. Ulki had already taken care of the ballista guy--"
".. Ack!" Mia interrupted, " That's right! Wh- whatever did happen to him?"
".. Oh, him.." Zihark replied, "Fortunately, his wounds weren't as deep as we thought they were. He did a great job in dodging what could have been a lethal blow. He's.. in the other tent next to us. With Mordecai. The big guy seemed pretty frightened when he found out what happened.. I think they've been developing some sort of friendship."
Mia attempted to rise again, this time dealing with the pain. "C- can I go see him?"
Rhys started to fluster again. "Wait! Mia, really, you shouldn't be moving around.."
Ignoring the jittery priest, Zihark held out his hand, offering to help Mia up. "Of course," He replied.
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"Stefan! You've got another visitor."
"Hm?"
The Branded swordsman turned to see Zihark and Mia standing at the tent entrance. Mordecai was indeed there as well; the two had seemed to be in the middle of a conversation. Nonetheless, seeing Stefan up once again was a huge relief to Mia. "She's finally come to, and the first thing she wants to do is see you," Zihark had said, allowing Mia inside the tent, "She was pretty concerned."
Mia watched Zihark leave soon after, assuming he went off to tell Rhys something. She noticed how late in the day it had gotten... how long had the fight been, anyway? How long was she out.. ?
"So, Mia. You were worried about me, were you?"
"Huh?" Mia replied, snapping to attention and turning around to face her friend, "Oh.. yeah."
Stefan chuckled slightly, "Yes, I heard all about it. Though, I have to say... I didn't know you would go all that way just to help me."
".. But, of course I would!" Mia said, "You, me, and Zihark, we all promised we'd stick up for each other, didn't we?"
"Yes, we did. Which is why I worried for you, too. Some of the others actually didn't think you'd make it. But I knew you would. After all, someone like you wouldn't go down that easily."
"Mm.. Stefan?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm really glad things turned out okay."
"As am I."
And so, with that, Mia, Stefan, and Mordecai all conversed, laughed, all of those little things. Mia was still exhausted, but happy that the trio of swordmasters lived through that terrible battle. For a second, Mia had wondered what the crow king ever did, though she figured that, since Crimea had won the battle that day, Janaff and Ulki were successful in making him leave. With the help of Reyson, of course. But, still.. he really was a pretty tough bastard.
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.. Yes. You see, this happened about a year ago. I was on chapter 19 and moved all of my good units up into Naesala's range and forgot all about them, and then he attacked Oscar, so I managed to get him out of there, but then Stefan wasn't as lucky (except, in here I let him survive because he's too hot to die D:). So then I reset, and was able to make him go away that time. Though, haven't you noticed that ballista dudes like targeting swordmasters and the such:D; Yeah.
Anyways, Merry almost-Christmas, Happy Holidays, and story three will be coming soon! Hope you enjoyed this one. Even if it was weird in a way. Alawl.
