Chapter One; Brink Of Extinction
A/N: I do not own Fire Emblem. The only characters I own (so far) are Sevelle and Nate, who are of my own creation… This story takes place a year after Nergal passed. It's for a Fire Emblem RPG I plan on opening…
Sevelle flipped the long strand of hair from her face and shot an icy glare towards the soldier who had just entered her chamber. She stood up, revealing webbed stocking inching up to where her skirt ended. She had on a purple laced top, which many in Elibe would consider revealing. Shaking, the man walked up to her.
"We… Have news of Lord Eliwood." The man muttered. He had extreme anxiety running through his body.
Sevelle let out a laugh and smiled at the man, "Yes…? What is it?" She placed a firm first onto her hip and strutted down from the platform she was standing on, now level with the man.
The man let out an uneasy laugh, he was grateful for the smile, it seemed to calm him a bit, "He plans on coming to Valor." Sevelle felt tension inside her boiling. That was it?
"No reason why?" She asked calmly. The man slowly shook his head. Sevelle firmed another glare. She reached out her arm and lifted the man up by the collar, "The insolence! How dare you come to me with no reason why he would be coming?" She angrily threw the man back. He landed across the room. For a Necromancer, she definitely had upper-body strength.
The man moaned as he was losing consciousness, "A curse... A curse upon you." He cried with his dying breath, and froze, dead… lying in an eternal rest.
Sevelle let out a sigh, "Good help is hard to find…"
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Days had passed without news of Eliwood's advancement. Perhaps it was a lie? Sevelle told herself not to believe that. He would get revenge on Eliwood for what he had done to her father.
Sevelle was moping in the chamber. Many Black Fang authorities questioned her leadership. She was strong physically, but her mental stamina was weak. The organization could be ruined in an instant. Nate, a surviving assassin, rapped lightly on the door. He had sentiment for Sevelle. Her father, the mighty Nergal, had been killed. "What…What is it?" She whispered, barely loud enough to be heard from the other side of the door.
Nate opened the door and poked his head in. Her tough demeanor vanished when nobody was around. Truly, she was a regular woman. He slowly made an advancement towards her. She looked up slowly and smiled. She and Nate were close friends, even before she was appointed leader. As he reached her, he put a firm grasp on her hand and knelt down beside her, "Please… Sevelle, don't cry. We have more news of Eliwood." Sevelle's ears perked up and she stopped crying instantly. Anything to get rid of Eliwood. "He has not yet left Castle Pherae. But, a spy told us he was planning it. He is heading to Valor."
Sevelle slapped Nate's hand off hers and glared at him, "He won't go alone. No, he'll go get those mice he calls friends… Hector of Ostia and that savage girl. We must stop his advancement to them. Send some soldiers to Pherae. We're invading."
Nate looked at Sevelle, stunned. She wanted to invade Pherae? That wasn't like her; she took an indirect approach to everything. Reluctantly, he stood back up and headed towards the door. "Oh, and Nate…?" She said, before he left. He turned around nervously. "Thank you." He smiled; she hadn't changed, after all.