Disclaimer: As we all know, I do not own Claymore or Fire Emblem even though I wish I did. You know, a disclaimer on a fan's fic is kind of moot. I mean, we all know that any and all fanfics are just works of entertainment and only the Original characters we make up belong to us. But, rules are rules. Ah well, I digress.

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Prologue

An unknown number of years ago:

It was a quiet night when they came to the house. Men from the Organization, there for only one purpose: The young girl standing by her parents, her mother holding an infant in her arms. The parents were nervous, but they kept calm as the men walked up to them.

"So, this is the girl?" The one in the lead asked as they came to a stop in front of the family. "Yes." The father said, looking down at his only daughter. She was young, at the tender age of four, and yet she was already standing strong and firm, her gaze curious and unafraid.

"What's her name?" The man in front of them asked, looking at her. The mother shifted in place, then said only one word:

"Miria."

"Ah, a good name. Hello Miria. You'll be coming with us to a new home now."

The girl looked at the man for a minute, then looked at her parents.

"Mama, Daddy, why do I have to go with them to a new home? I like it here with you two and baby brother."

The Mother almost broke down in tears at that, but managed to keep herself in check. The Father kept his face grim, trying not to let any emotion show on his face. He looked at his daughter, then spoke:

"Because honey, these men are going to help you. They're good friends of our family so you'll be in good care, I promise."

Young Miria looked at her father with such love and trust that he was forced to look away. Turning his attention to the men in front of him, he asked:

"Now, we are giving the Organization our only daughter as a sign of goodwill and trust. I assume she will be enough to keep us in your good graces, am I right?"

"Of course." The man said evenly, smiling. "Come along now Miria, it's time to go to your new home."

The young girl, not understanding what was going on, smiled and said "OK!" She waved happily to her parents and baby brother and skipped over to the men. It would be the last time she ever saw her parents again.

Present day:

Miria was standing on the balcony of the Cathedral of Rabona looking over the city below her. Today was a special day for her, though she wouldn't let any of her fellow warriors know it. It was personal and she wanted it to stay that way.

It was so long ago. She thought to herself. With everything that had been going on lately, and with the past seven years of hiding and training, she never thought about this day.

The day of her younger brother's birthday. Unlike many of the warriors in the Organization, she had been in contact with her family, what remained of it. Her parents had died while she was in training, but she wasn't really bothered by it.

It was her younger brother that she had a close bond with. He had only been an infant when she was taken in by the Organization, but a relative had taken care of him and had brought him to the Organization one day when he was sick and dying.

Miria didn't know the exact details, but she heard that her family had close ties with the Organization and had managed to get them to put a little bit of Warrior and Yoma blood in him, resulting in him being strong enough to live, but not enough to get their interest.

After that day, years ago, she never saw him again. The last she heard was that he was taken on a ship to discover other lands other then the one they were on, and the ship never came back. She didn't even know if he was still alive or not.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts and memories that she didn't hear or sense her fellow comrades until she heard Helen's voice:

"Yo, Miria! Are you there? ...Helen to Miria, come in Miria, we need you back to reality! Like, now would be nice!"

Jolting her out of her thoughts, Miria turned around to see all six of her comrades standing there, Galatea and the two warriors from the Organization, Clarice and Miata, with them. And all were looking at her.

"...What?" She asked, staring at them all. They all shifted in place for a moment, uncertain of what to say when Deneve spoke up.

"You've been acting strange all day." She said bluntly. Miria narrowed her eyes, but before she could say anything Helen spoke up:

"Yeah and it's freaking us out. You'll be saying something one minute then you'll just stare off into space the next! Are you THAT worried about taking down the Organization?"

"If that's the case then you need to get your head on straight." Deneve finished. All the Warriors looked at Miria. She thought for a while about the situation she was in.

No one in the Organization knew that she had a brother, and the men of it had long forgotten about him. This wasn't something she could easily talk about to anyone, and yet she had kept it secret for so long, and was longing to at least tell someone about it.

Heaving a deep sigh, she looked up at her comrades.

"Alright, I guess I can tell you guys. We've been through too much together to keep too much hidden-"

"Wait" Galatea interrupted her. Miria glanced at her, a little surprised.

"Share whatever is on your mind with your friends. Clarice, Miata and I will go into the cathedral and give you some privacy. I don't know what you intend to share, but it's private and something like that should be shared with close friends, and us three aren't that."

With that the three of them left, leaving all seven Ghosts of Pieta alone on the balcony. Miria smiled then her face grew serious again. Looking at her fellow warriors, her friends, she sighed again then began to tell them about her biggest secret.

"Years ago, I was given to the Organization by my parents, to ensure that my parents and the Organization were on good terms and had a mutual trust."

The other Warriors were shocked. Normally the Organization would take in orphans whose families were killed by Yoma, or would on occasion go to families and take their daughters, but never would a family willingly give their daughter to them!

The only other strange occasion was when Clare willingly went to the Organization and became a Warrior. But other then that nothing like that happened.

"However, that's not what's been having me space out today."

They looked at her for a minute, silent. Her face was full of sorrow, and they couldn't bring themselves to say anything. Eventually Clare spoke up:

"Then what is?" She asked.

Miria looked at them and smiled sadly.

"I used to have a younger brother who I would often see even after I became a Warrior."

This got their attention. Every Warrior of the Organization had no family left, except for numbers One and Two, Alicia and Beth who were twins. To think that Miria had a younger brother, and that she would see him was a surprise!

"Today's his Birthday you see. I haven't seen him in a long, long time. In fact I don't even know if he's still alive or not."

There was silence after that. All the Warriors knew how that felt, to lose a sibling. For Clare, it had been her older brother who had been the Yoma, and was killed by a Warrior.

Just like Raki... She thought, and began to wonder where he was and how he was.

For Deneve, her older sister had shoved her under the bed when the Yoma attacked their family, in order to save her life. Deneve had then watched her family get killed in front of her, and watched the Yoma eat her sister while she was still alive.

It was a somber moment on the balcony as all seven were lost in memories, painful or otherwise. Suddenly Clare looked at Miria and spoke:

"What was he like?"

For the first time in a while, they all saw Miria smile, a genuine smile and not a sad one.

"He was strong for a child, that's for sure. He had bright green hair, an unusual color in our family and piercing blue eyes. As he got older, his hair started to resemble mine. He would watch me practice for hours and try to copy my moves."

Her smile faded. "One day, he fell ill. It was horrible. A relative came rushing into the Organization and using the ties my family had, got them to implant Yoma and Warrior blood into him. It saved his life, but that was also the last time I ever saw him again..."

Wanting to change the subject before Miria became sad again, Tabitha decided to ask what she thought might not be so painful for Miria to talk about:

"What was his name?"

Miria's smile returned and she looked up proudly.

"His name was-"

"Heath! Get over here and pull your head out of your rear, dangit!"

The young Wyvern Lord snapped back into reality, then turned around quickly. There, striding towards him was his commander, Vaida. Upon seeing the look on her face, Heath flinched but held his ground. He was in for a storm, so he might as well take it standing and facing it.

"Yes Commander!" He said snapping to attention as she drew close to him. To his credit, he didn't flinch when she suddenly picked up a Short Spear and threw it past his head, barely missing him by inches.

"What have I told you about daydreaming? If you want to die, go ahead and do it, but do NOT bring shame to Vaida's Raiders!"

"Yes Commander! It won't happen again, I promise!"

Vaida nodded in satisfaction, then stalked away, looking for the one called Dorcas, since she was yet to meet him. Heath sighed then smiled, shaking his head.

As always his Commander was the first one to jump down his throat for any little thing, and yet if she didn't he wouldn't be the warrior he was now, let alone alive. He relaxed, then gave a small whistle and yelled "Hyperion!".

Soon enough his Wyvern came flying down to him. He hopped on the Green Wyrm and they took off into the sky to circle the camp.

A minute later he flew down to the camp where Eliwood's Army was resting. He spotted Lords Eliwood and Hector in a clearing sparring like mad. Eliwood was using his Rapier while Hector was using his Wolf Beil, and it was obvious to anyone that Hector was losing, and badly.

"Dangit Eliwood stand still for crying out loud! It's not like this'll kill you! Maybe hurt you a bit but that's what we have Clerics and Sages for!"

Eliwood simply laughed at his friend and dodged another fatal blow, lightly sticking his sword into the gaps of armor that Hector wore.

Turning away from the sight, Heath looked around. In the distance he spotted all five Paladins, Marcus, Isadora, Lowen, Sain and Kent all training. Out of the group it was Kent who was doing the best. Calmly dodging both Lowen and Sain's attacks, he smacked the two off their horses with his Silver Lance, then drew a Steel Sword and blocked Isadora's swing. When faced against Marcus, he grabbed a Spear and charged him. Marcus sheathed his sword and drew a Hand Axe and threw it at Kent.

However it simply bounced off of Kent's armor and Kent threw his Spear, knocking Marcus off his horse. Kent then dismounted and helped the veteran Paladin up and together they walked over to the other three and began to discuss tactics when fighting another Paladin.

Heath liked Kent. He was a down-to-earth kind of man and had readily accepted Heath as a member of their little Army and had even offered Heath to join the Knights of Caelin.

Thinking of Caelin got Heath to think of the woman he might be working under, the Lady Lyndis. Chuckling, he knew where to turn to find her if she wasn't busy sparring or defending her friend Florina.

Heath walked towards a plain looking tent of moderate size. It's color was a dull greenish brown which helped it easily blend in with the surrounding area. Stopping a few feet away, he looked inside to see Lyn bent down slightly looking at a table covered in maps, notes, biographies that each member of the Army had wrote down about themselves, what their weaknesses and strengths were, and more.

Sitting at the table was the one man whom everyone in Eliwood's Army had placed their life in his hands: Mark the Tactician.

Now Mark was a mysterious man. Nothing was known about his life and he seemed to like it that way. He was friendly towards everyone in the Army and even Vaida who normally hated everyone liked him and trusted him.

His Brown hair covering his eyes at the moment, Mark was busy in what seemed to be a map of Bern, the region they were currently in, his dull Green cloak draped around his body while Lyn talked to him and would occasionally reach over and point to something near Mark on a map, brushing hands as she did.

Whenever Lyn wasn't busy with something, she could always be seen with Mark. Heath had heard from Sain and Kent that Lyn had saved Mark's life two years prior to the current day. Mark had then been with Lyn the whole time as they traveled around, until they ultimately met Sain and Kent and went on their quest to save Caelin from an uprising.

Heath was a little jealous of how close Lyn and Mark were. Everyone in the Army was. If a stranger were to come along at that moment and ask Heath about the Army, Heath would respond that it could largely be divided into two groups:

The men who all but Dorcas, Harken, Pent, Nils, Marcus, Jaffar, Canas, Matthew, Wallace, Oswin and Hawkeye liked Lyn in some small romantic way.

The Women who all but Isadora, Louise, Ninian, and Nino who liked Mark in some small romantic way.

Heath shook his head and smiled. What a strange Army they were! But under Mark's guidance, and Eliwood's leadership, they easily overcame any trouble that came after them.

Currently the Army had met up once again under strange events. The Dragon's Gate on the Dread Isle had been opened and Nils had been thrown out. Not knowing why, Nils had wandered around for a bit, confused and wondering what was going on.

It had been only three months since Nergal's death and the fight with the Fire Dragons, and everyone was uneasy. They had heard reports from Ostia's spies that the place where Nergal had been buried had been broken into and Nergal's body had been removed.

To make things even more uneasy, Etruria and Bern had begun moving, doing strange things and almost going to war. Rumor was that they were doing this to seek out Mark, and get him to be one of the country's Tactician, something Mark despised.

He had made it very clear that he was not a Tactician for hire and had only helped Lyn with Caelin because she saved his life and only helped the crisis with Nergal because it threatened the world. But both countries persisted and Mark had gone into hiding, until Lyn had found him and begged for his help, which Mark readily agreed.

Turning away from the tent Heath began making his way to his own tent, when he was attacked from behind. Something hard struck his back and knocked him to the ground.

He cried out in surprise, then immediately started defending himself from his attacker. He couldn't get his weapons in time, so he lashed out with his hands towards the enemy's head and chopped at the neck.

The man cried out and withdrew away from Heath, who jumped up ready to fight. However he stopped short at the sight of the man laying on the ground, laughing at him. The man had purplish silver hair and the same color eyes. He was wearing a dark blue cloak around a lighter blue tunic and brown pants. A dark blue headband was in his hair and he had a large gash on his left eye.

"Legault!" Heath roared at the man on the ground. Legault continued to laugh, not bothering to get up. Heath stood there for a minute, then walked away shaking his head. Legault had gotten a new hobby:

Surprise attacking anyone who was unaware from behind.

And he never learned either. The first time he tried it with Karel it took Karla, Guy, Raven, Harken and Jaffar clashing their swords and daggers against his to prevent him from finishing off Legault who was laying on the ground being healed by Serra and Lucius while Renault read him his last rites.

Heath eventually made it to his tent, after getting waylaid by people he knew and fought with. When he finally reached it, it was dark and everyone was settling down for the night.

He stationed Hyperion near the door to his tent with instructions to eat Legault if the Assassin came close then walked in. Gazing around, he spotted the object he was looking for: A small mirror. He picked it up and looked into it.

His Silver eyes glittered back at him as he regarded himself. He reached up and absentmindedly felt the silver half that went through his hair, then threw the mirror down and collapsed on his cot.

Gazing up his thoughts once again turned to what he was thinking about earlier that day when Vaida had reprimanded him.

How can I not have thought about it before? He thought to himself. It's been so long, and yet I can still remember it like it was yesterday.

Closing his eyes, Heath thought back to the older sister he once had, long ago. He thought about his life before being brought to Elibe on that ill-fated ship.

As his breathing deepened, one last thought came up before he fell asleep.

Miria.

Author's Notes: Ok, this should be an interesting story. I've been thinking about a Claymore/Fire Emblem crossover for a long time now, but I didn't have any ideas on how to incorporate it. Well, after reading some support conversations while playing Fire Emblem, I noticed how Heath and Miria kind of looked alike, in my opinion.

I also noticed quite a few character in Fire Emblem who would get along very well with some Claymores, and as a result this was born! Prologue is a little long for my kind of work, I know. I'm not sure if the other chapters will be this long or not, but hey as long as the story's good it's fine right?

Well, hope you enjoy this!