Crossroads
By, NéJ Kazuki
Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem in any way or from.
Any OC's or original ideas might belong to me?
A/N: Sorry, it's short. But I thought about posting the prologue on it's own would be a better idea though. Read and Review? :D
"See you in three years then."
"I really don't think that's a good idea, I mean what if—"
"I'll be fine."
"Soren I think—"
The mage gave his friend a stern glare, half tempted to turn around on one heel and leave the blue haired warrior where he was, standing fretfully in the mists of a dusty crossroad.
"Ike," his voice, firm. "I'll be fine. I should be more worried about you. I mean…you are quite the mess without me. Perhaps I should—"
"Soren," Ike mimicked his friend's tone, and crossed his arms. "I'll be fine."
Soren nodded, "Now that we're both settled on that, three years, I'll meet you here?"
"Or at the border of Crimea, just encase I miss you."
Soren's nose wrinkled. "That makes no sense, that's more confusing and time consuming…" he sighed, pushing his dark bangs away from his fair face, flashing Ike a half-smile and half-smirk. "If I don't find you at either, I will have some nation's army out looking for you, I swear."
Ike laughed, "Same here."
"I'll probably find myself being stalked by Volke during the next few years, just because you were too busy worrying about me." Soren muttered quietly.
The older man's face lit up childishly, "That's a great idea Soren. Your brilliance never ceases to amaze me!"
Soren hit his head, tempted to slap Ike as well. Yet, he paused for a moment, gazing at his best friend. He stood in front of the setting sun, the shadows brought out the aging on Ike's face. As his years grew, he favored his father more and more. Soren felt that was a wonderful thing though.
Ike stared back at Soren, noticing his changes. Soren, despite the past 13 years, had aged probably two years in his looks, and perhaps grew half an inch. But after 10 years of forced training with a sword, Soren appeared more mature with some muscle to his still slender figure. Even though no one could tell under those dark robe's he religiously wore.
"Well," Ike coughed out after a moment of silence. "Good bye?"
"I prefer, see you later, actually." Soren mused, his smile clearly turned into a smirk.
"See you later then." Ike waved, turning around, walking down the path adjacent to Soren.
The mage watched him for a brief moment, smiling sweetly. The three years without Ike would seem like an eternity compared to the 13 they had traveled with another. It'd be hard, lonely and painful, but this was what he needed, some time to learn and grow on his own. All these years he felt dependent on Ike, and now he would have the chance to stand on his own two feet. He chuckled to himself, Ike needed time from him as well. It worried him though, Ike usually was completely hopeless at times without him.
Three years, Soren thought, huddling his tome closer to his chest.
Three years.