Fire Emblem Oneshots

Jean x Childhood Friend! Reader || Choices

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"Run! Leave, Jean and (Y/N), before it's too late!"

I'm pushed out the back door of the clinic where I worked by my employer, alongside my childhood friend, Jean. "W-why? What- what's happening?" I ask urgently, but Mr. Sean merely turns away and grabs his staff. "Why is the village being attacked?"

"Father!" Jean pleads beside me.

More of his father's commonly slicked back falls onto his forehead as he scrambles to pack medical supplies. "Children, you must run!" He snaps again, this time slamming the door in our faces to prove his point.

Before I could turn to Jean, the hissing sound of a blade being unsheathed behind me snatched my attention. We both whip around, eyes wide in shock and horror as a human-like creature towers over us. It looks like a person, but everything from their glowing face masks to their gangly, swaying arms screamed monster.

"Don't come near us!" Jean shouts hastily, voice quivering, waving his healing rod, although his shimmering emerald eyes were filled with terror as they darted from the axe-wielding creature to trembling me. "Or else!" He finishes, furrowing his eyebrows.

The demonic man doesn't say a word or reply in the slightest but swings his lengthy pole-like weapon as fast as the blink of an eye.

The next thing I know, Jean is crumpled on the dirt ground, groaning and clutching his shoulder as a crimson liquid seeps through his jacket, where the staff-looking axe mercilessly whacked. I was just about to call out to him when the monster turned to me next, its glowing scarlet eye surveying me skeptically.

I spare a glance at Jean, whose jade-green eyes bore into me, silently betraying the turmoil in his gaze. After a quick moment, Jean shakily stands, pain twisting his features, and he parts his lips to bark, "Go, (Y/N)! Run!"

"N-no! Jean, I can't leave you!" I protest, taking a small step forward.

Wrong move.

The eerily artificial soldier prepares his long weapon once more, rushing forward, blade aiming at my neck. Jean somehow finds it in him at that moment to leap forward, taking yet another hit for me. He falls to his knees, gritting his teeth as the weapon draws more vibrant blood.

"JEAN!" I scream, frozen in place as he visibly struggles to keep his eyes open.

Again, he only looked at me fondly and insisted in a hard tone, "Run, (Y/N)!" and with what seemed like the last of his energy, he pushed me away, and I stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding another sweeping slash from the person-like creature.

Then, I'm running.

Bare feet padding against the grass. Sucking in breaths as I raced away. Fists clenched tightly. Tears slipping down my face and falling down my chin. The heat of the summer sun beating on Florra Mill Town. The horrors of war surrounded me. I narrowly evade many more blades.

I found a building on the far end of town and collapsed in a heap against its back walls.

With the wretched sounds of an ugly battle filling my ears, I had no choice but to huddle against the brick wall, keeping my body out of sight. Screams pierce the air alongside the clash of swords against swords. The unknown enemies kept appearing, and with my limited knowledge, there was no way I could fight them without dying within minutes of revealing myself.