Locked in a Castle

Author's log

Ok, I'm sorry for the long wait for the next chapter, but my computer got stolen, so I had to start the whole chapter from scratch. It was almost done as well. I have some wicked ideas for this chappie, involving Eddie and Mia, Ranulf and Nailah, and, of course, Micaiah and Ike. But remember, Mist is not actually rude in my story, Oscar was forcing her to do that. So, today our story starts off with a disclaimer, then a bit with Ike and Micaiah. Also, since I've just been playing meh game, I've discovered that Nephenee is awesome, and is being given a part. Unfortunately, however much I like her, she has to go with a yuri pairing, because I can't find any straight pairings for her. It's Heather/Nephenee.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or Nintendo. Please don't sue me, Nintendoh.

Micaiah calmly walked into the lounge, expecting nobody to be there, for it was about 10PM.

"Mist, what are you doing here?" Asked Micaiah, noticing Mist on the couch, reading a book.

"Oh nothing, Priestess of Dawn. It must be nice to have riches, and to be a Queen." Said Mist, rudely.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, and to believe that the so called, Priestess Of Dawn is up late at night, doing who knows what in this lounge." Continued Mist.

"What are you talking about?!" Asked Micaiah, flustered.

"And to drive the run in, can you believe that the Priestess of Dawn still plays Board games? So childish. And she's a branded, already about 70 years old, and still playing child games. So bizarre. Said Mist, narrowing her eyes. At that very moment, Ike walked in, just about to tell his sister it was bed time. This being the last straw for Micaiah, she stood; for she had been sitting, eyes brimming, and ran out of the room. She pushed past Ike just as he was entering the doorway. "Mist! What have you done?!" He asked, angrily.

"Nothing! I was just doing someone a favour. Jeez! And you should really go after her, I know you like her."

"I do not! But I'll go after her anyway. I don't think she would like it if you went.

Micaiah? Are you out here?"

'What do you want Ike? Have you come to gawk at me as well?"

"No, I came to give you an apology. Where are you?"



After a few moments she said; "On the stone bench..." Ike felt his way through the courtyard until he found the bench.

"Micaiah, I'm sure my sister didn't mean what she said." He said, gently.

"Nobody likes me. They all just respect me because I'm the Queen of Daein." Sniffed Micaiah.

"Thats not true, loads of people like you for who you are. In fact, some of them love you."

"No they don't, you're just lying to make me feel better."

"I bet you I can name one." Ike said, with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh yeah, I don't believe you."

"Really? Well then fine. Here he is. Me."

"What?! But I... What... Oh..." Micaiah collapsed into Ike's arms.

"I love you. And your the only person I ever will love." Ike said, softly. Then, he drew back from her embrace, and kissed her. Not just a goodbye kiss either, Ike pulled her into a long, deep kiss. The two of them suddenly broke apart as something in the bushes rustled. Ike stood, and quietly tip-toed over to the bush. He suddenly pulled out Ragnell and sliced the top of the bush off. He angrily looked down at, Oscar? "Oscar! What are you doing here, you pervert!"

"Nothing, nothing. I was just, um, trimming this, bush."

"Liar! You were spying on us, weren't you? Heck, who even trims hedges at this time of night!"

(Scene Break)

The next day, Ike was still fuming at Oscar, he had made Oscar promise that what he saw that night, stayed there. Nephenee sighed, she just didn't understand why things here were so complicated... "If we were back in that quiet village, this would of never happened..." Nephenee sighed again, and then looked down at her food. "Ugh, this food is worse than Brom's cooking! Ugh! She looked up, once more, only to see a smiling face in her way. "Heather? What r' you doing here?"

"Oh, I hate to see pretty girls like you upset! Do you want some really nice food?" Heather asked, grinning.

"Er, yeah, sure. Where can I get some?"

"Follow me, we'll raid the private food stocks!"

"R' you sure about this, Heather?"

"Oh sure, how do you think I survive? That food is revolting!"



"Well, I don't know, I just supposed that -." Heather quickly placed a finger on Nephenees lips, and then whispered, "We're in a restricted area now, you have to be quiet now!"

"Ok, ok! Sheesh." Nephenee followed Heather, walking very quietly, careful to not touch anything, or to make any noise. "Ok, here we are." Heather grinned, and then gestured to a small doorway.

"Why thanks, Heather. Your a mighty fine girl!"

"And so are you, cute too. I bet you could win the heart of anyone if you tried."

"Really, you think so?"

"Sure, in fact, I already know someone who likes you."

"Who? Tell me..."

"Oh, I doubt you would believe me."

"I would. Trust me, gal. I have never not believed in someone if I know that they don't lie."

"Well, that's great. Now, shall I tell you or would you like a surprise?"

"Well, Heather, why don't you tell me later, maybe tonight. We can meet up in the lonely courtyard. There's never anyone there."

'Ok, I'll see you there, cutie!" Heather smiled, looked around nervously, then creeped back toward the dinner hall.

"Now would like me?" Mused Nephenee, as she tried to pick the lock on the storage room. "Oh, and why didn't Heather tell me how to pick a lock, she probably thinks that everyone knows how... Oh, there we go, that's done it! She opened up the doorway, and saw the mother load of all- lances? "That darn Heather tricked me! There ain't anything but lances in here! Ooh, a Wish blade... Well, I suppose that it wouldn't matter if I took a lance. It's not like the hands need them for anything. I mean, they could crack these things like twigs!" Nephenee walked into the room, and picked up a Wish blade, experimenting it's lightness, and power. "Well holy! These things are lighter than Brave Lances! Kooee, that's a nice lance! I suppose they wouldn't mind if I took one... She held it tightly in her hands, and ran out of the room, silently.

Kewl, kewl. This chappie is over. Soz for the long wait again, my loving fans.

C ya round,

Munchlaxy Mastah