Child of Magic and Innocence
Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Fire Emblem or any of the characters within the game.
Innocence and Determination
Fighting evil in the Black Fang always has its difficulties. My brothers told me once, that the Black Fang were a noble group that have always chased away bandits to protect our village in Bern. The villagers of Bern have also told many stories of being rescued by the Black Fang on multiple occasions. I find the stories they tell are very fascinating and fun to listen to, as they make me proud to be one of the Black Fang.
On the other hand, my mother, Sonia, isn't as pleasant as everyone else is to me and thinks that I am utterly useless and is therefore a lost cause. Nevertheless, I still have my brothers, Lloyd and Linus, along with my father to help me and love me. I will prove mother wrong one day and gain her love and affections that I have always desired.
Since mother dislikes me so, all the tasks I ever get from her are usually message runs or errands. This leaves me wishing often that I were more worthy important missions assigned to me so mother wouldn't think I'm so worthless. But, since she's the one that assigns me my tasks, I'm left at the disadvantage with no way to prove myself.
The Bern Keep, which is where the Black Fang resides, is located in the snowy part of Bern. Lloyd and Linus usually spar there and usually let me watch practices, their movements quick and strong. When they finish, they usually take a break to cool down and sometimes talked about their accomplished tasks to me.
That's where I was right now, watching them spar once again.
"Nino, come here a moment." My brother Lloyd called out to me after he and Linus finished their sparring for today. I went to him without question; his kind face always seemed to make me feel better. Looking at me with sympathetic eyes, he gave me a soft pat on the back.
"Your magic seems to be getting better Nino," He said. "Even though you can't read, you seem to be able to cast magic without too much trouble. Those magic tomes must be difficult to understand without being able to read!"
"Yeah…" I said. "I think my skill comes from mother. She's a great sage! So, whenever she uses her magic, I just listen and try to memorize the chants she says so that I may be able to use them when I try."
"Bah! You shouldn't try to take after mother so much. She doesn't seem to care for you anyway…" Linus said with disdain. I didn't comment and just lowered my head in sadness, hoping that one day maybe Mother will think of me as someone worthy.
When I first started trying to use magic was three years ago, when I was ten years old. It was always amazing when I witnessed my mother casting a spell. She would chant the spell off a tome and at the same time draw out a magic rune with her hands. After she released her spell, it would cause devastating affects on what or whom she was targeting. Mother knows all kinds of spells and I try to imitate her whenever I can so that I could maybe become a great sage like her.
I went out to practice casting my fire spell that night. I seem to be getting better every time I practice. If I practice more rigorously, then maybe mother will learn to appreciate me. I had taken a fire tome from mother's room without her knowing, but she has plentiful amount of them. She doesn't even need to use these tomes any more anyways, because they are the most basic of anima magic. I took out the tome and open it, looked at the letters but I see nothing more than a bunch of lines in fancy notations. Thank goodness I memorized the chant that mother used for this spell!
"Hanatsu Hidama!" I chanted out with concentration and I felt the warmth of the fire appearing from beneath me from my sides. The fire shot up and converged together above my head before shooting towards the tree and burning it into crisp. I had practiced using magic before so I wasn't amazed that I had did it successfully. However, I noticed that it was stronger than the last time I had practiced this particular spell. I practice for about two hours before tiring and like all the other nights, the flames I cast always seemed to get stronger. I was satisfied with the progress but I continued to practice until I became exhausted, then I went to bed.
Before drifting off into a slumber, I couldn't help but think. Mother, I will not allow myself to be a burden to you any longer! Once I perfect my magic, you'll see that I am more worthy than you think and that I can be of some use in the Black Fang….
Writer's Note: This is my first fanfic so I would appreciate any feedback you might have.