I do not own fire emblem or any of its characters. So today, I was fixing up to download roms, yet I couldn't find an english rom for Fire emblem, The blinding blade. Yeah, Its been a bad waste of time. It took me awhile to think of a new chapter, so sorry about the wait, and the filler chapter. I know it's unrefined, but I have a hard time talking in the refined way. That's why I hesitated making my first fire emblem. Though, happily, I have been able to up my game a little. Look at the first story I created here, then look at the later ones. I've done that, and noticed my writing has increased a lot. Though, I do have plot issues, I admit that. Anyway, to begin with the story. Oh and please review this chapter!

Calling across the many tents, of which were ablaze, running through the burnt grass, I felt nauseated, off-balance, something I think I've never felt before. My head burned with rage, who did this to my home?

"Dante! Guys! Anybody! Answer me dammit!" I screamed. Nobody answered, it was as if the vibrant life of the camp had burned away with the fire. There was nobody there, nobody to ease my fears, nobody to talk to, nobody at all. What do I do now?

Suddenly, I heard a slight brush in the bushes.

"Guys?" I called as I walked over. The trio, Marth, Ike, and Roy, stepped out in front of me. They were slightly burnt, with singed clothes, but they were alive. "Guys! What happened? Are you okay?"

Marth nodded. "We were attacked unknown enemy... dressed in crimson armor... He and his ax were unstoppable. There was no army, there wasn't even a small pack of soldiers. There was only him." Marth explained.

I examined them, checking for any wounds. There were long slash wounds along their arms, and legs, and for Roy, a frighteningly large slash wound across chest, his faces were pale, and fearful.

"I never seen anything like it. I doubt he was even human." Ike muttered shivering. I couldn't even imagine it. Ike, the strongest, and most worthy swordsman in our camp was shivering in fear like a child. Who was this man? "He swiped me aside like I was nothing... But how, I'm one of the mightiest, I don't understand!" Those last words were stained in regret.

Roy who looked the worst of all, was barely conscious, the poor kid.

"Wait a minute..." I muttered. "Where is Kai, and Mila Rose?"

"Well, Kai went after him, but was stopped by him early on last I heard. Mila, had stayed with Kai to heal his wounds... I never saw her that worried in my life." Marth said. Despite the wounds, and the chaos around the camp, his face remained absolutely neutral. Perhaps he was trying to keep his emotions in check, so the others are sure not to panic, but from what I'm seeing, even his cool, calm, collective demeanor won't last long. His face was pale and beaded with sweat.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"We rebuild..." Ike replied.

"Hold up, where's Dante?" I asked worried.

"Dante went after that man." Ike replied.

He did what? Instead of taking care of his trainees, he's decided to run off, and chase an enemy, that might be too strong even for him? That's cold, even for Dante. I swear when I see him again...

"Well then..." I muttered, holding myself back from the brink of rage. "I guess we rebuild."

We spent an hour fanning off the flames, and another few hours, putting the tents back together. It was hard work, yet it was work we had to do. I was still fuming about Dante to even care about the man who attacked, though he had got me thinking. A man, who defeats anyone in his path, who runs clad in crimson armor, who fights with an ax, whom people say came from hell itself... Where have I heard that before? I had to ignore such thoughts from my head, and continue restoring my camp. The battle had done a huge number in it. The tents lied in ruins, and the cots, destroyed. Were gonna have to spend a few nights in the inn, before we can start living here again.

"Ugh! Where's Dante when we need him..." I said, angered. He was supposed to be here, yet he seemed to be chasing after a legend. I doubt he would be here anytime soon.

"Right here." Came a suave voice behind me. I whirled around, and spotted Dante, slightly wounded, yet still standing, right next to me. Anger shot into every nerve in my body.

"You!" I yelled. Dante shot me a look of surprise before sitting down on a log next to him.

"Whoa, what are you so angry about?" He asked.

"Oh as if you don't know... What were you doing, running off to fight, leaving us to stand here and bleed. I wasn't in the fight, but I know you could have just stayed here, and helped us. Look at Roy! If I didn't come here when I did, he'd be dead!" I yelled, my fists clenched.

"But I had t-" He started.

"Had to what, go on and fight your little challenge? Where would your own warriors be without me, if I didn't come here? Dead!" I cut him off.

"I had to make sure he wouldn't come back." He said calmly.

"Really? THEN WE COULD HAVE PREPARED OURSELVES FOR WHEN HE RETURNED! YOU BASTARD!" I screeched. I don't care who heard, or what they would do. My rage was enough to tackle a mountain. "DO YOU CARE NOTHING FOR THESE MEN, AND WOMEN WHO FIGHT WITH YOU?!"

He didn't even look at me...

"You know what, you can BURN in hell for all I care." I said, my anger reaching its peak. I ran from the camp, and into the forest, running past a slightly bloody Kai, and Mila Rose, and just kept on running. I ignored the calls that rang out in my ears. I ignored them all. In the end, I guess we are alone in the world, that we need to fend for ourselves...

I made my way into the castle, and into my room, slamming the door shut behind me. I don't know how long I sat there, just staring at the wall, but it must have been a while, because Lucina, came into my room, saying dinners ready.

"Hey Lucina..." I murmured. She could tell I was distressed, just by my voice.

"Whats wrong Robin?" She asked. Her voice struck a soft spot in my brain. I explained what happened at camp, how a man dressed in crimson armor attacked, how he destroyed my home, how Dante left his own friends to bleed to go fight an enemy, possibly stronger than him, and how I stormed away from camp.

"Whoa..." Lucina started.

"Yeah I know, I don't really know who to actually trust now." I muttered. Dante was the one man I could trust for anything, now how can I be sure he won't just leave me behind, bleeding to death, while he takes his moment of glory with another enemy. The answers supposed to be simple... But why is it not?

"You should go back Robin." Lucina said.

"Should I now?" I asked. Honestly thinking, I should go back. Everyone there is injured, and they won't be able to survive a regular strike from the village bandits, much less that man. "Alright then, I will."

"Good, then I'm going with you!" Lucina said smiling.

Pleasant!

"Sure princess." I said, slightly flushed. Why am I flushed? I have no Idea.

We both departed from my room, and made our way into the forest. I have to admit, it was nice having Lucina here with me. She always gave off a friendly, loving glow, like you trust her with anything...

The first thing I heard upon entering camp, were screams of terror. I saw Roy, and Ike on the ground, slash wounds across their chest, and limbs, Marth trying to help the Kai, whom had more than a few slashes all across his body. Marth himself, looked like he stepped into the lion's den, with cuts all over his body. Mila Rose, was behind Kai, crying about him. Dante was fighting a man, clad in crimson armor, with an ax, soaked in blood, and Dante was struggling badly. The man had white hair, slicked back, and the pale face of a Risen.

"Behold, I am the mightly Walhart, reborn into this world! And you shall meet your doom!" The man cried, his voice beaming with pride. Both Lucina, and I looked at him with complete shock.

Walhart... It took the blade of both Chrom, The tactician, and the future Lucina, to defeat him. None of us had that strength, instantly , I knew, I couldn't beat him. But I have to try.

"Walhart! Face Me!" I yelled.

He turned and faced me.

"You! ... Hmm... you remind me of the man who vanquished me. A Grand-master, of silver hair... are you perhaps his son?" He asked. What kind of question is that?

"I don't know what you're talking about..." I replied hastily. "Lets just get this over with."

"So be it!" He charged, faster than any man, than even Dante. I drew my sword, and charged as well. My heart pounded, my pulse raced, everything I've been trained for, all riding on this one battle. He raised his Ax... "Fall at the hands, of Wolf Berg!" He cried as he slammed the Ax only my superior edge. Instantly, the weight of the Ax had overwhelmed me. It felt like the weight of the sky had just crashed down on my sword all at once. The ground crackled at my feet, my arms, pulsing with pain.

Endure it! Endure it!

My mind screamed those lone words. I must endure the pain, and the fatigue and fight on. "Ignis!" I yelled. Instantly, my body became enveloped in purplish fire, and my body became filled in strength. I tossed the blade off, and tried something I never thought I would have.

"Astra!" I cried. My blade began to glow green, and my entire body felt light. I never tried using two skills at the time, but there is a first time for anything.

I struck rapidly at Walhart, pinning him down with strikes as powerful as his own, at the speed of sound. I stuck the chinks of his armor, scraping them harshly, while he tried fiercely just to keep up. After a while, exhaustion found its way into my body. My movement slowed, and my blade began to lose its strength.

"Fall at my power!" Walhart cried, as he let down his Ax upon me, slicing a large gash across , my chest. Blood pored from my mouth, as I fell to the floor.

"Robin no!" I heard Lucina cry. From the footsteps approaching, I knew she was charging. I looked up, and saw her instantly fall to the titan. He raised his Ax to end life.

NO!

I Ignored the pain, and rose up from the ground. My sword blocked the power of his Ax, but it wouldn't last long.

"Please Robin..." Lucina muttered through her pain. "Leave me be, you have to run."

"Hell no!" I replied. Walhart began bringing his Ax down repeatedly, bringing it down, harder and harder with each strike. My arms ached, and hurt beyond belief, as well as my wound, but I must push forward.

"This is becoming tiresome boy! Die!" He yelled, bringing his Ax down, harder than ever before. It broke though my sword, shattering my Superior edge completely, and ran across my chest, the other side of my wound, making a sideways X. My hearing was a thing of the past, and my vision became clouded. All I knew was that I was on the ground, and Walhart had his Ax Raised. This is it... Finally my end.

The Ax fell next to my head, and I felt crimson liquid drip onto my face. I looked up to see Dante over me, his Brave sword inside the Walharts chest, but a much larger and deeper wound covering Dante's chest. He coughed up blood, and fell next to me. Walhart had already disappeared into the shadows, never to be seen again. Dante looked at me with signs of regret.

"Sorry... kid, w-we, *cough* never got that battle didn't we?" He muttered, smiling. "Chase the seven swords kid."

"Dante! I'm sorry! Please! Don't go!" I began to scream, but I knew he didn't hear me. He had left this earth, with a smile on his face. Dante... had finally fallen.

"DANTE!" I screeched. It was too late, too late indeed.

Dante... Why?

So Dante has past, though his sacrifice had destroyed Walhart, yet how will Robin take his loss? Will he even survive? That's all in the next chapter. See ya then! Review me!