Loss
He didn't recognize himself.
This disturbed him. But it didn't surprise him. That didn't make amnesia less of a bitch though.
His eyebrows furrowed as he stared into the puddle. No matter how long he stared, there was nothing. No hint, no recollection. Nothing which made anything in his muddled mind click. He only saw what the world outside his vision saw. But to him, this person staring back at him was a stranger he had never met.
Dark blue hair that never managed to stay down and pale yellow eyes. There were tattoos on his hand which he didn't have an explanation for-as for it's purpose, or why it was there in the first place.
Anything else, he had a solution for. But he couldn't solve anything about himself. It was all one big blank.
Not being able to even figure himself out-that was what frustrated him the most.
"Cerrunos?"
"Ah..." Cerrunos turned around. He was surprised how someone could catch him off guard like that. He was usually able to know when someone approached him. "I'm sorry Chrom. What is it?"
"I just wanted to discuss with you about our approach to Regna Ferox," The blue haired prince raised a questioning eyebrow at Cerrunos. "But are you alright?"
Cerrunos tried to force out a chuckle. "Of course. Why do you ask?"
"I was trying to get your attention for the last few minutes. But you were staring off, and didn't answer."
Gods, I'm really out of it.Cerrunos thought, inwardly wincing. "Sorry. It's nothing."
Chrom didn't look convinced. "Really, Chrom, I'm fine." Cerrunos said, smiling. "There's nothing to worry about. Now what were you saying about Regna Ferox?"
Chrom still didn't seem to buy Cerrunos's assurance, but the tactician was relieved when Chrom didn't press the subject any further. "I wanted to ask you about what you think would be the best way to get to Regna Ferox. With the land crawling with Risen and with little time to waste, we need to be able to take a route which would take the least amount of time, but would be safe enough to travel through."
Cerrunos nodded, the gears in his mind already turning. "Well, I can't say for sure yet. Do we have a map of it? If we have a map, then we can try discuss which route would be the best for our situation."
"Yes, we have maps. It's in the supplies tent."
"I would like to see it."
The two blue haired men headed on their way. Cerrunos was glad he had something else to focus on, but there was still that little itch in the back of his mind. He just hoped it would disappear in the heat of their next battle. After all, it wouldn't do if someone-or himself-got killed in battle just because he was a little distracted, would it?
They spent the whole afternoon figuring out different routes. As hard as it was to believe, it was tiring. Each route held their risks, and their benefits. It was all a matter of choosing the one which wouldn't get them killed, and which would be less time consuming. By the time they chose which route they believed was best, the moon was already out.
Cerrunos didn't bother sticking around to chat after dinner. He knew that the Shepherds didn't trust him-aside from Chrom and Lissa. He could see the wary looks in their eyes. Some were less obvious from others, but he could tell that they were keeping a distance from him. Whether it was because of his 'so-called memory loss' or the fact he was just a guy who Chrom happened to find in a middle of a field, he wasn't sure. But he knew that he couldn't expect to earn their trust right off the bat. He had to earn it. Especially Fredrick the Wary. He swore the knight kept an eye on him 24/7. And as much as he couldn't blame them, at the same time-what harm could he do to them? He had no memory to build off of. And they could have beaten him if they wanted to. You could be a great tactician, but if you had no troops to back you up-you were nothing.
With all this, he wondered why Chrom didn't go with it. After all, he didn't seem like the type to let harm fall upon his comrades. Even with the warnings he got from Fredrick and the others, he wasn't phased by it. It didn't seem like anything would way his decision.
Cerrunos began to wonder if Chrom was just a really nice guy, or really naive.
Who knows? Cerrunos didn't want to dwell on the issue for much longer. All this thinking for one day was even giving Cerrunos a headache. Imagine, the chief tactician, getting a headache! What a laugh. I suppose everyone has their tired moments.
He reached his tent, and undressed to his small clothes. He laid down, feeling sleep tempting him to close his eyes.
Maybe if I'm lucky, I won't have another nightmare... Cerrunos thought. The dark thoughts which plagued him in his sleep. Even for nightmares they seemed... real. Almost too real. As if they actually happened. But what was worse was that he couldn't even remember what they were about. He could only remember the feeling. Agony. Loss. Betrayal.
His eyes fell shut, and he was welcomed in the sleep's embrace.
A/N:
It's been awhile since I posted anything.
So I recently got into Fire Emblem again, and I started playing Awakening and I thought, 'Well, why don't I write a fan fiction?' It's been forever since I last wrote something, and the idea came to me, so I figured I'd post it here.
Remember, it's been awhile since I wrote anything so go easy on me. (I'll come back to edit this later.
Warnings: Some mild language, some violence, some mentions of mild same-sex relationships, some romance
