Paola's Lousy Fanfiction

[Paola]

I got this idea for a fanfic, but knowing myself, I'll never finish it, just as I do with all the rest of my fanworks. Sooo...I've decided to experiment. I'll start a little bit of it up on here. If the general consensus likes it, I'll continue, and hopefully that will encourage me to finish the damn thing. Because....fanfiction.net needs more FE, that's why! And no, this isn't what you're expecting of me, I promise. I'll start it below.

[Paola]

Life roared just as strongly as the cooking fires all throughout the encampment. Gathered around them was an army...men with their horses, women with their pegasi, archers with their bows, swordsmen with their charges, and mages with their noses burried in ancient tomes. Server girls, dressed in the colors of Pherae, hurried between tents and campfires alike, serving food and drinks, or at least preparing the both of them. There was music, talking, laughing, and story telling. The slender girl with the blue-green hair danced enchantingly before the fires. Everyone was happy.

Everyone. Almost.

He sat apart from the relative festivity, skulking in the shadows. The darkness enveloped him; he melded with it as if he had been born of the shadow himself. Burning amber eyes were the only thing setting him apart from his cloak, for his clothing was black, and he made not a move. His face, tanned and cold, was drawn into a stony frown. Everybody was happy. Happy without him.

Then he came out, striding confidently out of his tent, blue cape billowing behind his massive, bulky form, head held high. He resembled a bull dragon strutting his stuff, observing his territory, perhaps. It was the man who viewed him with enimnity, the man who threatened to cut him down even though his lithe form and slender swords had a distinct advantage over the noble brute. Oh, how easy it would have been to talk back to him, to put him in his place...but he had to bow to the wishes of his new lord, not for his own sake, but for Nino's.

"I am nothing to him. A corpse, that's all I am..." he said in his low, harsh whisper of a voice, feeling Nino's presence behind him. His burning eyes, hot with frustration, rested on the Ostian lord paling around with his companions. He was sure the lord knew he was being watched, but enjoyed it. He was being taunted.

"Lord Hector?" Nino blinked, reaching up to place a hand on one of his bared arms. She tried to peer into his eyes, but he wouldn't look down at her. "Why would you say that? Lord Eliwood and Lady Lyndis seem to like you just fine..."

"Hmph...He knows who I am...what I am. He knows I've killed his spies, his allies, his friends. He doesn't trust me, and for good reason."

"Well, then we have to show him you're trustworthy!" Nino smiled up at him, and finally he peered down at her, into her wide, lively green eyes. Inside, he found himself smiling as well. "I know Lord Hector is kind of a brute, but he's a really nice man. And when he sees how kind and strong and selfless you really are, he'll be sorry for what he said, and we can all be friends!

"Nino....you are....very optimistic," he replied.

"I have to be." Now she became serious. "Jaffar...that's the only way I've made it up until now. If I'm not optimistic...if I don't look toward the future...what do I have...?"

"Me."

"Jaffar?"

"Come on. Let's go join the...feasting." A tiny little something tugged at the corner of Jaffar's lips; his attempt at smiling. He didn't know how to actually accomplish it, but with Nino, he knew he could let his true emotions out. He offered her his hand, and she took it, beaming up at him brightly.

"That's the spirit!" she declared, with a giggle. "Let's go sit with Uncle Canas!"

(to be continued?)

[RoyLover]

Ah, interesting story...Keep writing!

[Paola]

Well, I haven't really gotten commentary on this, but Yuritu's still telling his story, so I guess I'll continue mine.

Canas almost seemed to be at a personal war against Erk. Both magicians studied so fervantly, it was as if they were trying to see who could read the most books in the least amount of time. It was a race of page-flipping, of speed-reading, of utter nerddom. Watching the two made the members of the encampment more tired than fighting an actual battle did. Some people humored them, though. Amung those sitting around the campfire with Canas, there was Pent, Louise, Lucius, Priscilla, and Serra, who consequentially was doing most the talking.

"...So I went down to the beach and saw Odele, and she had the nerve to tell me that..."

Nino giggled. "I hope we're not intruding."

"Nino! Jaffar!" Louise called when they drew near. She offered a smile to the both of them, but only Nino smiled back. "Care to sit with us? We've been trying all night to pry your uncle away from his books."

"Alternate therum of the penumbra coincides with the etherial axis of the spectrual umbra..." Canas murmured.

"What a nerd," Serra said, rolling her eyes.

"I'm not a nerd. I'm a specialist," both Canus and Erk replied in unison, without even looking up from their books.

"Lively...crowd," Jaffar murmured, taking a seat beside Nino. As she began to chat with the others, his keen eyes searched about for Hector, but somehow, the bulky brute had disappeared. How did he escape so fast?

But suddenly, his "approach sense" sent a tingle up his spine. On old instinct, he sprung to his feet, whirled around, and drew both his swords, ready to strike. Instead, he found himself staring into the black, polished chestplate of somebody quite large. When he looked up, he was staring into Hector's frowning face.

"Jumpy...aren't you?" he asked, frown deepening. "I told you not to betray Eliwood, but don't you go trying to betray me, either."

"Lord Hector...you should know better than to sneak up on him like that..." Nino said, quietly.

"I did no sneaking. He should have heard me coming since he's such a fabulous warrior." Hector's voice dripped with sarcasm, and he rested his stone blue eyes back on Jaffar. "These are good people at this campfire. Important people. I don't want you messing with them."

"Come, Hector. He hasn't done anything wrong," Pent said, offering a smile to try and hamper the lordling's irritibility. "He just came to eat with us. If he wanted to kill somebody like me, he would have done so a long time ago."

Hector grunted, whirled around, and abruptly left.

"What was that about?" Priscilla asked, blinking.

"Nothing. It's nothing." Jaffar stood, and started back for his tent. "Just as I am."

"Jaffar! Don't leave!" Nino pleaded.

[Yuritu]

i like! do post more ^_^

[RoyLover]

Yeah, Yeah, Paola! It's good! Keep posting...While I'll try to find time to work on mine...^_^

[Paola]

Thank you so much for all your support, guys! ^_____^ I'm sorry I haven't updated lately, but life decided to get hectic again and I'm currently struggling with writers' block and a flood of term papers. I'll attempt an update saturday, I promise.

[Unbrokin Silence]

wow- what a great usage of words and phrases