Me: HELLO YELLO! This was going to be a collection of Fire Emblem: Awakening snippets, but I fell short on the inspiration. I fell into addiction and completed the game thrice! It is my first Fire Emblem game (lolz, NOOB) but I've seen other things regarding other FE games, so yeah. Fun fact: To my amazement; my sister actually finished the game before I did; I'm so proud of her.
Anyways…
I hope you enjoy :)

*P.S Sorry to those who want me to upload the Maeni Queendom. That story is being continued on another computer that I should probably use more :p

*P.S.S Jk, I have been working on it and have uploaded Ch.2. Yay!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the Fire Emblem series (and anything else I do not own).

A Boy and His Taguel

Third Person POV

Yarne hated the rain. A lot. Being soaked to the core made his fur damp and he grew chilly. He was afraid that he would contract a deadly virus and would die instantaneously.

Ha…extinction by rainfall, Yarne mused inside his head, running from place to place to find any sort of shelter. He found little and decided that it was best to keep on searching forward for anything to take shelter in for the night. Eventually, he settled under a mound of tropical trees that were surrounded by shrubs and bushes. He scavenged some berries from his pouch and made his shelter more comfortable, spreading the leaves on the floor and stripping himself of his leather armor. Soon after that, Yarne lay down his head down to sleep.

"Dear Naga," Yarne prayed, putting his hands together, "Do not let die. Please, please, please, please, please let somebody find me. I don't think I can survive this alone. I need your blessing, Naga. Please. Oh, and don't let my race die off, Naga. I would like that a lot, actually."

Yarne made a few more prayers and went to sleep, the sound of rainfall making the only noise around him that he could hear. Yarne, feeling incredibly lonely, curled up fetal-like and cried softly, clutching his mother's precious ring and the remaining spirit left within his beaststone. He felt utterly alone and helpless.

"Please…" Yarne whispered, "Someone rescue me…Please…"

Yarne fell into a deep slumber shortly afterwards, fatigue and worry causing him to over-fret and pass out. Only the light rain and the soft, trembling beat of Yarne's heart sounded throughout the forest.

All was quiet.

…

Brady was looking furiously for his violin, unaware that he misplaced it during the last group meeting in Themis. Frantically, he searched the campsite inside and out, but to no avail. Surrendering, he sat down in the middle of the camp and held his head in his hands. He shed quick tears and grieved for the loss of his precious violin.

"Damn it all! My violin's missing. Ma's surely gonna have a fit 'bout this," Brady muttered to himself.

Morgan, after eyeing Brady's frantic escapade, swiftly entered and said, "What happened?"

Looking at Morgan with teary eyes, Brady replied, "Butt off, will ya! It's none of your biz to deal with anyhow. Let me be, Morgan. Let me and the wandering soul of ma violin be at peace."

Morgan sat down and comforted Brady. Hugging Brady, Morgan cooed, "Be at ease, eh? You mustn't worry about a thing. I'm sure it's in good hands, wherever it is, and you even enchanted it with that spell Laurent told you. Well, I did it… but that's beside the point. What I'm trying to say is that everything will look better eventually. Here, I'll even help you look for it tomorrow!"

"You'd really do that for me, Morgan," Brady sniffed. "You're such a good person…but don't even think about telling them others 'bout this, you hear?!"

Morgan laughed, "Of course I won't. I so solemnly swear on the tears of Naga that I won't tell."

Brady chuckled, "You'd better not break that promise, Morgan. You'll see how well I can whack ya butt with my staff."

Morgan and Brady shared a few more gestures and chuckles, then decided to stop after Brady led a coughing fit from laughing too hard.

Kjelle watched from a distance; her navy blue hair flowed from side to side as she watched the two make faces at each other. She liked to spy on other people: a secret only known to her. She walked away from the two and set herself up in her tent. She took off her armor and laid down her elixirs. Almost intentionally, she let a second seal roll away from her, clanking against her weapons and clothes. She sighed and stood still a few moments, lost in thought.

Suddenly, she heard a noise that approached at a rapid pace. Half-dressed and scourging for a weapon, Kjelle burst outside her tent with a killer lance in hand. She readied a stance and waited.

From behind her, a creature burst from the underbrush. Yelling a battle cry, Kjelle rotated and swung her lance. The creature only dodged it with ease. The uproar caught Brady and Morgan's attention, so they prepared to enter battle as well.

"Kjelle! Stop!" barked the creature. Kjelle stiffened. She recognized the voice immediately. She dropped her weapon onto the floor and apologized immediately.

"I'm so sorry, Panne," Kjelle said sincerely.

Turning into her humanoid form, Panne scouted their camp. Facing back to the children, Panne grunted, "Not here either."

"What's the matter Panne?" inquired Morgan.

"What're you here for? " Brady added on.

"Have any of you seen Yarne?" Panne asked.

Silence.

"No, we have not," answered Kjelle.

"Has something bad happened to him?!" Brady stressed.

"We do not know," Panne sighed. "In this rain, I cannot smell him. It will be too hard to track him down, much less find him."

"We have to at least try," stated Morgan.

"I'm in on that idea," added Brady, nodding his head.

"Kjelle?" inquired Morgan.

"All right," muttered Kjelle. "But where would we start? Where could he possibly be?"

More silence.

"Themis," whispered Brady, breaking the silence.

"What was that Brady?" asked Morgan.

"He said, 'Themis'," replied Panne.

All eyes turned to Brady.

"Themis?" piped Kjelle. "Is Yarne at Themis?"

"No. I don't believe so. He was there at the last meeting. He'd be gone by now. He'd probably go an look for us," answered Brady.

"He is right," muttered Panne. "I do not think he would stay there all alone. He would panic and try to catch up."

The small group tried to think. Brady, out of ideas and leads, spotted blood dripping from Panne's side. His priesthood nature kicked in, full drive, and he inquired, "Panne, are you hurt?"

"It is nothing much besides a scratch," Panne said sharply, surprised at the sudden outburst.

"You're bluffin," replied Brady in an equally sharp tone. "Let me get a staff for you. Kjelle, see if ya can stop er slow the bleedin. Morgan, try to do something 'bout the Yarne incident."

Brady sped off to his tent, worry and concentration shrouding his face. In a matter of seconds, Brady returned to the group, Recover staff in hand.

"Show me the wound," Brady commanded.

"I told you, it is nothing more than a scratch," Panne growled ferociously.

Brady sighed. He said, "Panne, this is not only to your benefit, but to Yarne's as well. What would Yarne say or do if you were sick? Could you imagine the amount of hurt he would go through if you were gravely infected?"

Panne remained still, seemingly lost in thought. Hesitantly, she removed her hands from the wound. Though it was dark and rainy, Brady could see the severity of it; he cringed.

"Geezez," whispered Brady. Quickly, he activated his staff. Glowing with radiance of a star, Brady's staff pierced the rain and darkness as it healed Panne's wound.

"You feelin better?" inquired Brady.

Sighing, Panne nodded.

"Good to hear," smiled Brady, a bit smug. To Morgan, Brady asked, "You found something 'bout this incident."

"Well," emphasized Morgan. "We know that he's not in Themis already. Then, evaluating his physically capabilities and mental mindset, I could determine that he's not far from the area. However, if he has knowledge of our next destination, he could of possibly traveled father than expected. This also depends if he has a map or a sense of direction to follow. Anyways, we know Yarne does not like to be alone; he would probably be close to some civilization of sorts. However, if he really does know where we're going, Yarne may trail off into the wilderness and stray from any civilization."

"So," Kjelle muttered. "Did you pinpoint his location yet? I'm guessing you didn't."

"I just gave you guys a list of possibilities; the actuality of pinpointing Yarne is near to impossible. If I had Laurent with me, or my father, then I could possibly pinpoint him more thoroughly. It all depends on one's skill Kjelle; I'm sorry that I couldn't get the job done," Morgan spoke brashly.

Kjelle stiffened. She clenched her jaw and turned away. Morgan followed suit.

"Guys don't fight," whined a concerned Brady. "It ain't good for ya. Just...make up er something."

"I'm not going to talk to a sassy girl," pouted Morgan.

"Like as hell I'm going to talk to you!" screamed Kjelle in response.

Almost instantly, they turned to each other to argue, bickering and waving their hands in each others' face.

"Both you; enough!" hollered a furious Panne. Almost as soon as it had begun, the two children stopped.

"Yeah guys. We need to figure out a plan er somethin already," Brady warned.

"Brady is right. The sake of Yarne's life rest in our hands. If we do not figure out something to do...we might end up losing Yarne," Panne sighed deeply.

The children looked around at each other for agreement. In unison, they nodded.

"Good to hear," Panne said, smiling greatly. However, it was short lived.

"Get down!" Panne bellowed.

Arrows whizzed pass their heads and struck the tents. Many hand axes followed suit.

"A raid?!" Kjelle grunted, blocking two incoming axes with her lance.

A wave of Risen came trudging through the rain and mud towards the group, groaning immensely as black fog came pouring from their mothers. Another round of arrows and axes came flying towards them as the small group took cover in Kjelle's tent.

"We need to take them out," Kjelle panted, searching her tent for her armor to put on.

"What about Yarne? What will happen if we don't get to him in time?" Morgan countered, worried about the other side of the situation.

"We can't do anything if we're killed first," Kjelle retaliated.

And, once again, the two began to bicker once more.

"Guys! Is this really the time and the place to do this?" Brady spat harshly. The two stopped, but kept their distance.

"We cannot get past them if we do not get rid of them," Panne spoke calmly. "We need to escape as quickly as we can."

Kjelle stuck her tongue out to Morgan.

"I have a plan," muttered an irritated Morgan.

"Oh, well, Genius Prodigy over here has a plan. Didn't see that coming," Kjelle mocked sarcastically.

Morgan rolled their eyes, then spoke their plan, "First, we need to distract them. I'm holding Panne and...Kjelle up to the challenge. Once you distract the hoard, Brady and I will flee from the fight and rescue you both using Brady's Rescue staff. Any objections?"

"How come I'm the one that has to fight?" whined Kjelle.

"Kjelle, you probably have the most fighting experience out of all of us. Brady, though as wonderful as you are, can't afford to take much time and damage battling. I have to escort Brady off into safety before we use the staff so we can all escape with ease. Do you understand?" said Morgan bluntly.

Kjelle nodded.

"So how do we distract them?" Panne inquired.

"Well, follow us enough so that Brady can Fortify us while we battle the hoard. Just take away their attention until we're at a safe distance, then we'll rescue you from there. They'll be stunned for a while afterwards, and that's when we make our escape," Morgan confirmed.

"What about our stuff?" Brady asked, worry clouding his eyes.

"We'll have to scavenge it later, I suppose. It's the only way we'll be able to make it," Morgan sighed. Morgan knew that Brady was frivolously looking for his violin beforehand, so Morgan prayed silently that it wouldn't be harmed.

More arrows flew by as they pierced Kjelle's tent. The sound of axes could be heard just inches away from the tent.

"We have to move. Now," warned Kjelle, adding on the last piece of her armor.

The rest of the group nodded. After everyone was ready (while ducking their heads and dodging projectiles), the small group fled Kjelle's tent. As soon as the Risen detected movement, the melee squad kicked into gear and stormed their way to the group. Panne, also detecting their presence, released the spirit within her beaststone and took out three in one blow. Kjelle, follwing suit, sliced through another wave of hammer-wielding Risen and twirled around her lance, smiling wildly. Another volley of projectiles came in towards the group in the midst of their battle.

"Arcwind!" Morgan yelled, casting the spell. A vicious wind blew across the enemy lines, sending both Risen and projectiles flying back.

"Come on!" Brady grunted, tugging the ends of Morgan's attire. Morgan nodded, then led Brady to the outskirts of the battlefield, casting spells and swinging his sword along the way.

Meanwhile, Kjelle and Panne were dishing out some heavy damage; taking out row after row of Risen. Backs against each other, the fought madly, adding each other's support to the latter. Out of the corner of his eye, Brady could spot out fatigue and stress fogging up the beserking duo.

"Fortify!" Brady commanded, forcing power into his staff. The edge of the staff began to glow in an iridescent aura as its magic enveloped Morgan, Kjelle, and Panne. Once it was over, Brady could see the energy being rejuvinated into his comrades. Brady smiled, but was quickly tugged along by Morgan as they fled the scene. Panne and Kjelle spotted them off, nodded to each other, and continued to battle the continuous wave of Risen pitted against them. The rain poured on as the small group fought their way using only the scarce moonlight, flickering lanterns, and beady, lifeless, red eyes as a guide through the night.

It was a glorious scene.

...

"Morgan? Stop for a moment. Please," Brady wheezed, trailing semi-gracefully behind Morgan.

"Hmm...not yet," Morgan spoke monotonously, jumping over logs and tree roots.

"You know *pant* that if I get too far away from em *pant*, I won't be able to rescue em," Brady panted, gripping his Rescue staff tightly.

"I know that. We're just about a bit more to go," Morgan said encouragingly.

Brady shook his head, but kept running alongside Morgan. In a silent rush, the two dodged low branches and scaled uneven platforming as they made their way farther and farther from the battlefield. Brady kept on glancing behind him, thinking of how far they've gone and how'd Morgan ever assume to rescue them from that far.

"I know what I'm doing, okay?" Morgan asserted, reading the untrusting looks from Brady. Brady gulped and continued to tail behind Morgan, wiping the rain from his face. He hated when the rain made his clothes damp; it made him feel bodily conscious as they formed to fit his body shape and/or drag him down with their dampness. It also made him feel vulnerable.

"How're you holding up back there?" Morgan asked, breaking the trance that Brady was in.

"Huh? Oh...I'm doin just fine," Brady replied, still heaving.

"Just a little bit more, okay? Come on," Morgan encouraged once more.

Brady nodded, then sprinted alongside Morgan as they made their way deeper into the forest by the mountains. Finally, after arriving at a meadow enclosure, the two stopped.

"Okay," Morgan breathed in heavily. "Are you ready to go?"

Brady, though out of breath and hunching over, nodded vigorously.

"Alright. I do wish I had Laurent with me though," Morgan sighed. "It would make things a lot easier."

Brady raised an eyebrow, but quickly whipped out his Rescue staff and waited patiently for Morgan's orders. Morgan smiled, then pulled out a purple-ish tome with many magical symbols gracing it.

"Dark magic?!" Brady said surprised, eyes focused on the tome.

"Yeah, but don't tell anyone about this. The only people who know about this are Laurent and Tharja. Please don't tell anyone about this, okay?" Morgan pleaded.

"How'd ya learn this?" Brady interrogated.

"It's some trick or two passed down from my mother," Morgan replied.

"From Sumia?!" Brady gasped.

"No. She's...not my mother. Not my biological one, at least," Morgan sighed, looking down. "I'll explain later. Just not right now. We need to rescue Panne and Kjelle. Now. Then we can get to finding Yarne as soon as possible."

Brady nodded once again. Morgan flipped through the tome and began to chant in an ancient language. From the tome, runes of all sorts came flowing out and surrounded both Brady and Morgan. Brady watched in awe as the runes began to change around him, shifting slowly into numerical-like symbols instead of runes. He faced Morgan once again as Morgan continued to chant, eyes open and unblinking. Even though there was barely any light, Brady could see that they were pitch black; he cringed. Afterwards, black fog began to pour down from Morgan's mouth as Morgan rapidly chanted.

It was like they was possessed.

"Shadowgift," Morgan murmured. An eerie purple mist surrounded Morgan and the numerical symbols began to change faster. Brady watched in total silence with both fear and amazement.

"Brady..."moaned Morgan. They walked stiffly, but casually, towards a cowering Brady. Morgan put their hand on Brady's staff, and the staff became shrouded in a similar purple mist. Brady gripped the staff tightly, sweat pouring down his face even under the rain.

Then it hit Brady. Knowledge and calculations were seemingly thrust into Brady's mind as his sight became fuzzy. All Brady could see were similar numerical symbols he saw only moments ago. Shortly afterwards, the numerical symbols began to part and a hazy image of both Panne and Kjelle replaced their presence. Brady, now knowing that this was the time to activate his staff, raised it high above his head.

"RESCUE!" both Brady and Morgan shouted, activating the magic within the staff. The staff glowed iridescently purple as its magic was shot towards the whereabouts of Panne and Kjelle. In a matter of almost no time at all, Panne and Kjelle were beside them in a column of purple light. The magic of the tome quickly dispersed and Morgan quickly hid the tome away from the two fighters.

"AGHH!" grunted Kjelle, swinging her lance frantically towards Morgan and Brady. Morgan's sword collided with it and sent sparks flying.

"Kjelle! What is wrong with you?" Morgan barked.

Kjelle's arm went slack and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Oops, hehe," smiled Kjelle, pointing her toe along the dirt and acting innocent. "I WAS in the middle of a battle, you know."

"That doesn't mean you have to hit us!" Morgan said through his teeth.

"It was a complete accident!" retorted Kjelle, anger rushing to her face.

"That doesn't excuse that you could have beheaded both Brady and me!" retaliated Morgan.

And then the two began to bicker once more. Both Panne and Brady sighed, shaking their heads in disapproval.

"Guys!" Brady barked. The two stopped bickering, but stared daggers into each other.

Brady rolled his eyes. In a sarcastic tone, he said," Yarne? Hello? Ring a bell? Yeah; that's what I thought. Let's get a move on."

The two scowled at each other, then turned their backs to each other. Panne immediately grabbed the cuffs of the bickering children and dragged them along with her as she made her way deeper into the forest. Brady stifled a chuckle and followed Panne's trail close behind her.

The small group entered the mouth of the forest once again in hopes of finding a missing Yarne. Alive, that is.

And ever so slightly, the rainfall and the soft beating of hearts were the only sounds audible in the forest.

All was quiet.

Me: Well, I hope you enjoyed this little snippet and attempt to write a Fire Emblem story. There will be one or two more chapters coming up later; though I can't promise much. I hope you guys had a wonderful time reading this story and look forward to it. Please, R & R; it will save Yarne from extinction.

*Note: If Morgan's scenes were a bit confusing to you; I totally understand. I decided to make Morgan genderless due to a conflict of Morgan being a male or female. Morgan's pronouns will be "they/them/themselves/their/etc." in replacement for things like "he/him/himself/his/etc." for this genderless identity. I'm sorry if this threw you off; it might be a bit confusing at times, but please bear with me.

Anyways, stay classy! Ciao!