Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem!
WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FROM AWAKENING AND HIGH POTENTIAL FOR SPOILERS OF NEW MYSTERY OF THE EMBLEM. ALSO, THIS STORY IS BASED OFF SPECULATIONS AND CONFIRMATIONS AND MY OWN IMAGINATION.
It is often said that the true heroes are those who are unsung, leaving no mark on history apart from those who remember them. And when those people pass, the knowledge of the hero is lost in the never ending flow of time. But echoes of their deeds continue to exist, their marks forever edged into the world where human eyes pass over, unknowing that where they trend could be the place where a true hero made their stand.
But some continued to remember the unsung.
The Manakete, the tribes of long-lived human/dragon shifters, remembered what the other races forgot and would forget. They were the only ones who could retain the lost knowledge of the distant past.
Tiki, priestess of Naga of Warm, and secretly the Princess of the Divine Dragon tribe, and the daughter of Naga stood before a lonely statue of one particular unsung hero, who chose to be unsung. A thousand years had pass since this one unrecognized hero had made her mark on the world. But her mark was one of such great importance that it potentially dwarfed the Legendary Holy King of the Kingdom of Iris. But instead of embracing the significance of her role, she instead decided to fade away into the shadows behind The King of All Kings. Not even her tragic end went beyond the eyes and ears those who loved and respected her.
Tiki looked up at the empty eyes of the statue, remembering the serious blue eyes of the woman the statue could only represented in appearance of likeness. The statue's vacant eyes held no sparkle that could never fully fade or hidden away no matter how hard she tried with her straightforward and respect-of-one's-authority personality. The statue's long hair was pulled up in a high ponytail with the ends resting on the tops of the shoulder blades. Two long strands of hair still famed the woman's face. Tiki remembered the woman had often fought to keep the raven-colored strands from blowing into her face during a windy day and constantly pushing her loose strands behind her ears went bent over a table reading maps and thinking battle plans.
Under the statue's arm was a carving of the woman's signature Tome: Meteor. It was this Tome that weakened the Dark Dragon enough for the final killing blow by the legendary divine dragon slaying sword forged from Tiki's legendary mother's fang. The Tome, like its owner, was lost when the willingly unsung hero meet her end. Burned to ashes along with the hero's body, and released to fly into the wind.
The Manakete priestess turned towards the three guests she brought to this hidden memorial: The newly crowned Holy King of Iris, and his Queen with their baby daughter, the Crown Princess. The King and Queen were both looking at the statue with a mixture of awe and curiosity, but the Queen stared at the statue with an intense searching gaze. Tiki knew the Queen had seen the likeness, and was trying to figure out while hoping the statue itself could give her the answers she was looking for.
Tiki motioned for the royals to sit and make themselves comfortable on the stone floor of the roman-style shrine. The King and Queen sat down, the Queen crossing her legs to rest her sleeping daughter on her lap. Tiki sat down on her haunches and began to tell them the tale of this unsung hero whose statue was the only monument to her.
Tiki began the tale of the King of All Kings's personal guard, confidant and friend who held no record in history expect among the Manakete.
The tale of Hero of Shadow:
Iris.
A/N: Hope you've enjoyed
