Hey fanfiction readers. Wow. This is my first post on here…and I gotta say I'm nervous. :) IDK if your going to like this, because its based off of an OC and her small story in Fire Emblem. Tell me if you want to continue this. I know you don't really know what the heck is going on right now, but trust me you will. Lately I've been having motivation issues with finishing my stories…and I'm not sure if I like this one enough to finish. So please review the first chapter, and hopefully I will get another chapter up before this weekend is over. REVIEW! And go easy on my this is my first story! By the way, I don't think there will be any romance in this…sorry people...their will be some tragic drama, and I'm still debating the overall outcome. (be excited)
Disclaimer: No, I do NOT own any of the fire emblem characters, or games...darn it!
Tristan watched as darkness crept up over the far distant horizon, sweeping swiftly over the Crimean campground. As the twilight faded into the dim moonlight of the night, stars began to poke out from under the once blank slate that was the sky. Sitting in a distant tree among its sturdy branches, she watched in an almost trance as lights began to flicker from tent to tent, the sounds of muffled voices echoing through the forest's edge. Turing her gaze down to the book in her hands, she searched the page for an answer. Any hint of how to make it all stop. Anything that could take away the horror and pain. But to her disappointment, no answer came from the thin weathered pages the book bared.
It all use to be so much simpler, Tristan thought to herself as she laid her head back against the tree, I wish…I wish I could be like everyone else…let my naivety eat away at the fear. Maybe just maybe…, she tried to surrender to the sleep that she had kept at bay for days.
But as she began to close her eyes, she saw a small silhouette standing near the tree she sat in. Tensing her shoulders, she reached to her belt, gripping her sword with apprehension. Looking down she saw the silhouette belonged to a small boy that looked no older than fourteen. Above his scrutinizing red eyes, she could see the mark of the Branded clearly visible against his pale skin, not hidden by his dark bangs. He held in his hands a blue tome and wore a black robe that billowed slightly as wind began to blow through the forest.
Using her free hand Tristan pulled at the scarf that wrapped around her neck, and adjusted the black robe she wore to shelter her from the cold breeze. Taking in the boy's stance and appearance, Tristan could feel there was something more to this boy. Some sort of significant ancientness seemed to reside in his small body that did not match with his appearance.
"Who are you? And state your purpose," came the even voice of the boy below.
Taking a moment to shut her book Tristan replied in a level voice, "I am Tristan. I have recently joined the Crimea Army under Commander Ike. I am sorry if I am not where I am supposed to be. It is my first day here, and I was hoping to steal some alone time before I met my tent-mate. Night seems better spent away from those you see in the every day. I'm sure I won't get many opportunities to have time to myself once we are on the move, and thought it wise to take advantage. May I ask who you are?"
The boy answered bluntly, "I am Soren, the tactician."
Tristan nodded looking up at the sky thoughtfully. Soren seemed the type to enjoy his solitude. Thinking it wise she said nothing, letting the silence pan out between them, as light from distant camp fires seemed to dull ever so slightly. In the distance she could hear laughter from a nearby tent.
Sniffing in annoyance Soren murmured to himself, "Goddess, we're at war. These times are meant to be serious, not pleasurable."
Tristan gave a small laugh to herself, as she swung down from the tree landing feet away from Soren, "Yes. I would agree. I guess their laughter is their way to protect themselves from the uneasiness of war. Coping…is the only way for some men to get through such time."
Though it was only for a moment Tristan saw a glimmer of curiosity in Soren's features. She assumed the tactician had underestimated her. Quickly it was erased by the his inscrutable eyes.
As she hugged her book to her chest and turned away she added respectfully, "Goodnight Soren. I hope you enjoy your evening."
Don't worry more details to come (when I write them haha) Crossing fingers...this is my first story *freaks out while typing. AH! and yes Tristan is a girl! Review! PLEASE!