Fire Emblem: Dragonsong War
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem but I love the series! OCs are my own.
Prologue
Three years have transpired ever since the fall of the Fell Dragon Grima. The Halidom of Ylisse has finally become a stable and peaceful nation. Under the leadership of Exalt Chrom and his queen Sumia the country has flourished. The couple is well loved by their people. His militia, the Shepherds have gone their own ways to pursue the lives that had eluded them during their campaigns.
The children of the future - hailed as scions of a future avoided - have begun to build for themselves new lives. Lucina leading them in ensuring the peace not only in Ylisse, but with her allied nations. Regna Ferox and Rosanne, in addition to Chon'sin have established a mutual accord with the Halidom and all have benefited from the arrangement.
The Principalities of Valm reorganized during the tumultuous time following the fall of Grima. While most returned to their own individual sovereignty, an astonishing amount rallied under Chon'sin and it's new empress Say'ri. Her popularity and wise rule won her many supporters. The empress's friendship with the Voice of Naga, Tiki was well known and a welcome assurance. Said daughter of the Divine Dragon Naga frequented her friend's home in addition to her sojourns to Ylisse and whatever other members of the Shepherds she could find. Despite the joy in her eyes whenever she shared time with her friends, there was always a measure of sadness in her bearing if one paid enough attention. Only those among their close knit group who fought in the final battle would know the source of such sorrow.
Her husband - their Grandmaster - Mark had given his life to ensure Grima's full demise. By extension her sister-in-law Robin had also sacrificed herself. The twins had been dear to all of them. Robin's own sacrifice had probably hit everyone the hardest as she had been one of the rare few to enter into a relationship despite her beloved nature. All of them longed for their return despite the slim chance that Naga had warned them of.
Tiki personally knew that she could wait through the countless years for her husband and sister's return. However she did not wish for that reunion to occur after their fellow friends had passed on.
Finally Plegia; struggling to recover from all of the conflicts and the mass sacrifice Grima's Return had required had fallen into chaos. What few remaining noble houses remained vied for power. After a nine month civil war with atrocious casualties, the nation was brought to order by a new monarch. Fortunately for many the new ruler had no intentions of opening hostilities toward any of their neighbors. Very little was actually heard from the nation for the next two years.
And now . . .
The dawn of a new tale . . .
[Plegia]
-Castle Throneroom-
A cluster of nobles stood before their ruler in confusion. The man who sat before them was in his early thirties, yet had proven more capable than many veterans. One of the men present bowed before their liege.
"Sire, I must object to this proposal! We are not ready and many are not willing to open relations with Ylisse. Despite our ever hastening stability, there are those who would riot at the idea."
The king leaned back in the throne, darkened by shadows and the obsidian black marble of the oddly cool chambers. The throne by his side remained empty though there was a queen to grace it. He wore a patient expression. Jet black hair framed a handsome face and fierce, piercing eyes of crimson. A small ghost of a smile got their attention and made them nervous besides.
"Indeed. Which is why I am not there and your Queen is."
All those present were aghast. The Queen was a woman whose appearance alongside the new king had put down many of the warmongers through incredible magicks. The group looked at each other with worry as their king rose from his throne. The man walked to the window and stared off into the direction of Ylisse.
"Calm yourselves. Her's is an errand of diplomacy, remembrance, and discovery."
As the nobles wondered what his words meant, he smiled softly.
[Plegian/Ylissean Border]
A lone woman stood upon a precipice overlooking the invisible divide between the two nations. The sun bore down upon her. Her cloak of white and red swayed in the breeze. A pair of tomes lay cradled in slings on her waist. The staff she held was ornately crafted of white hardwood with a single sapphire orb at its tip. Taking a deep breath, she gently patted the flank of her grazing pegasus. The winged creature lifted its head at her mistress's affection and nuzzled the palm of her hand with a soft nose.
"Well Senna, let's go. Break is over." She spoke softly as reigns were taken in hand. "Time to finally met the Exalt and the people of Ylisse."
The wind picked up and blew her hood free. Snow white hair whipped about crimson eyes.
