Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem, nor am I in any way affiliated with any person, group, or company that is. This is made solely for entertainment value, as such, enjoy.
Notes: While it isn't necessary, you might want to check out my other stories, Four Battlefields and Destiny's Call, as they lay the groundwork for this. It also goes to note that unless the following characters are dead. From Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn:Fiora, Mia, Volug, Sephiran, Oscar, Sothe, Leonardo, Vika, Lyre, Shinon, and Jill. From Fire Emblem: Florina, Sain, Barte, Karla, Harken, Wil, Serra, Fiora, Lowen, Wallace. Pelleas got lucky, survived, and became king of Daein (It was a good day.). This story will likely contain spoilers from both FE and FE:RD, and will contain both suggestive material and character death.
*** Will denote a change in perspective.
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Maelstrom
Doubt was abhorrent to her. After all, she was Order Incarnate, how could the ultimate order feel fear or doubt or uncertainty? The law was absolute, and she was the law, and so doubt was so antithetical to who and what she was that it hurt her to doubt, hurt her almost as much as the weapons these insects wielded against her, hurt her almost as much as the knowledge that though her actions against her chaotic half were absolutely warranted, this assault upon her was so much more than a defeat that would seal her away.
No, this was fratricide. And that realization struck a chord of doubt through her as the man rushed towards her, glowing blue and orange, his eyes blazing in fury. Time slowed, time ceased, and the man hung in the air, the executioner's axe descending and there was no time to act. She searched frantically for something, anything, an escape, a way out. Searching senses found the answer, a hole, the tiniest of cracks, in the fabric of space and time. It was nothing, but it was all she had, and as the twice blessed blade sheared through her very being, she did what she must to survive, crushing her core essence through the hole as she felt herself falling apart, a garment rent at the seams.
For a long time she floated in nothing, but what was time for an immortal, and what is time outside of time? When a thousand years might pass in the blink of an eye, or the seconds be as centuries to a mind powerful beyond mortal ken. She wondered how the hole had come to be, that route to safety she had taken without thought, what had made it? She had discovered something, somewhere else, a place that was different, she could feel it, and yet, yes, there, a form, a spirit yearning for order, and power.
She wrapped herself around it, infusing essence and power into the frail mortal form, she gathered her power, and then, she pulled.