This is a work that's been sitting on my USB for a while. Initially i wrote the first chapter around the time i finished FE11 (which was early last november), but haven't had the guts to publish it. I dunno why, guess the whole idea of incest just put me off, i guess. Or i was trying to deny the existence of such warped thoughts in my mind. Currently, i'm thinking of doing a final chapter to connect it to the events that take place in chapter 21/22, if i remember correctly, there is separate dialogue for then Minerva attacks Michalis. However, i need to play thru to get there again, which is something that I don't have time for at the moment. By the way, i prefer "Misheil" to "Michalis", so i will refer to him as Misheil. Even the site agrees with me.

Anyway, here it is. Review if you feel the need to say anything, even if it's just a simple "You're sick and should seek help immediately".

The first chapter is told from Maria's POV.

Sister had always viewed big brother as her hero. Even as children, she was always following his footsteps, always wanting to be like him. If he read something, then it was worth her time to read. If he trained in a particular way, she would observe him, watching and learning. And when he joined Macedon's famed wyvern lords, it came as no surprise two years later that she entered their ranks as well.

Of course, such idolising kept the two of them quite close. Some would say that it was a little too close, but I don't think they cared.

It didn't really occur to me that they could have been close in that way until I saw them together. Sister was supposed to tuck me in bed every single night, as our mother had passed away shortly after my birth, or so I'm told. In a way, sister was my real mother.

Anyway, when she didn't come around that night, I went to look for her. She wasn't in her room. I checked big brother's room as well. Nobody there. So I wandered around, calling out "Sister" and "Big Brother", all the time getting more worried and upset that she hadn't come to tuck me in.

As it turned out, they were in the… no… their garden.

I call it their garden was because apart from them I had never seen anyone else come to this place. Well, I guess the gardener had to come along once in a while to fix up the plants. But really, nobody else came here.

When I did find them, they were sitting on the stone bench that they always sat on. However, this time they were holding hands, looking up into the sky. Sister's head rested on big brother's shoulder. They looked happy to be with one another, so I decided not to disturb them. Sister was in her white dress and big brother was in his armour – he'd just entered the military at this point, but sister was still training.

Looking back, I think part of the reason I was so fascinated was that I had always viewed big brother as very distant. I never really got to see him much anyway. Yet in the garden with sister, he became a completely different person. He wasn't just big-brother-who-wants-to-be-in-the-military. He wanted to be with sister – but in what way? It certainly wasn't like how sister cared about me.

Sister was a slightly different story. She cared, but even then I felt that the age gap (she was about 9 years older than me), had created some sort of barrier. I was the helpless little sister; she was the caring, maternal, older sister. But again, there was something about her that was different here too. She didn't look worried – she was relaxed, carefree. What was it about older brother that made her behave that way?