This is a story about Fire Emblem Awakening. There are three things you need to know before I begin. 1, spoilers if you haven't played Chapter 13 yet. 2, this story is about Lucina, during the two years after the war with Plegia, and before the war with Valm. Thirdly, this story is going to have heavy sexual/bondage themes.

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Fire Emblem Awakening - Midnight

Chapter 1: The Raid

Three weeks ago, Prince Chrom and his army had returned from Plegia victorious; after the murder of Exalt Emmeryn, the Shepherds of Ylisse had retaliated on King Gangrel, defeating him, as his army around him gave up their arms. Upon the Shepherds return, Prince Chrom announced that he would be taking his sister's place as ruler of Ylisse, but forswearing the title of Exalt. Not long after that, the Royal Wedding between Prince Chrom and his betrothed had become the talk of everyone in the Halidom.

And Lucina heard all about it in a small village to the northwest of Ylisstol.

Frankly, Lucina found it all very odd, and a little bit humorous. Here she was, trying to change the future from the apocalypse, and everyone around her was gossiping about something which seemed really quite trivial in comparison: the wedding of her mother and father. It all struck her as a little ironic.

After Gangrel's defeat (and Emmeryn's un-prevented death), Lucina had gone into hiding. There wasn't really anything else for her to do for the next two years, not until Walhart the Conqueror began his war. So, Lucina had returned to Ylisse, found a small village in the northwest of the Halidom, at the foot of the mountains, relatively close to the border, by the name of Beckinsdale, and taken up residence by herself in one of the smaller houses. She set aside Falchion and her armor for a job attending horses, and, for once in her life, a dress. And if she was honest with herself, it was pure bliss. Finally, she could relax and live a normal life, and let her guard down, if only for a little while. She never let anyone get too close, lest they find out things they shouldn't; her main concern was keeping the Brand of the Exalt within her left eye concealed by her hair, if she ever talked to anyone, although that was very seldom. Beckinsdale was small and out of the way, so visitors to the town were rare. Lucina kept Falchion and her armor tucked away inside a chest beneath the floorboards of her home, as she began to grow accustomed to wearing a dress. Apart from a few of the villagers noting her odd fashion tastes (she remembered quite clearly, on one of her first days as a resident of Beckinsdale, one of the village women had called her dress, "Gaudy"), she had very few interactions with her neighbors, and those were kept brief.

Lucina's schedule for most days was to get up at sunrise, get dressed, have breakfast, tend to the horses (of which there were currently two), and then tend to the house, if it needed any tending to, then get lunch, run whatever errands were needed for the house, then enjoy the uneventful-ness of her current life. Finally, she had nothing to do! No longer was she following her father in a desperate mission to change the future. For once in her life, there was peace.

And that's how her last day in Beckinsdale was: peaceful.

It was around midday, and she had just finished lunch in her humble home. Her errands today consisted of heading into town for the weekly restocking of supplies. Grabbing a basket out of the closet, Lucina exited through the door and started heading towards one of the shops.

She had barely gotten to the center of town when she heard the sound of horse hooves, loud and fast, coming towards the town. She barely had time to think of what it meant before a horde of men, armed with swords and axes, riding on horseback, charged through the town. Bandits, she realized.

The bandits split into two groups; those who left their horses, and those who stayed on horseback. Those who left their horses began break into the buildings, while the ones who remained on their horses began to gather up people on the street. Lucina immediately sprinted back towards her own home. Got to get Falchion, she thought.

As she ran towards her home, one of the horsemen noticed her. Kicking his heels into the horses side, he galloped after her. It didn't take long for him to catch up with her, and when he did, he grabbed her arm and yanked her back.

"Don't try and run, miss," he barked, as he started to pull her back towards the center of town.

"Let me go!" Lucina shouted. The man laughed, taking his eyes off of her for a moment, not expecting too much of resistance. Lucina, however, noticed that he wore a knife on his belt. Quickly, she grabbed the knife with her free arm, and slashed off the hand that pulled her.

The bandit howled in agony, grabbing his sword with his remaining hand and slashing downwards at her, furious. Lucina dodged, but was a little too slow; he managed to slice the shoulder of her right arm, nearly to the bone. She screamed in pain, but still managed to keep sprinting towards her house, adrenaline pumping.

She just barely made it to the house, and immediately pushed the table and chairs up against the door. The furious bandit, not far behind her, tried kicking the door down to no avail, calling for some of his friends for help as did.

Lucina pulled the shoulder of her dress down and inspected the wound. She could barely move her right arm; there was no way she could use a sword with that arm. And unfortunately, she had no experience using her left arm.

She looked out the window to check on the bandits, and what she saw made her heart drop. A large wagon had appeared in the center of town, and the bandits were pushing the villagers inside, tying them up as they did. These aren't bandits, they're slavers.

She considered her options. She could retrieve Falchion and attempt to fight them off, but she had very little hope of that succeeding. There were a lot of men, and only one of her, fighting with her weak arm. Not to mention that if they anyone recognized Falchion, she would have a problem. The other choice was to surrender herself to the slavers. If they let her live, she might be able to heal her wound, and fight back, if an opportunity ever arose. But they would undoubtedly inspect their new slaves, and discover the Brand of the Exalt.

Lucina was backed into a corner, the inevitable banging on her door. She looked around the room for anything she could use to help her, anything at all if it meant another option...and found an ink bottle.

Lucina didn't like the idea that came to her mind just then. Not one bit. But if the ink caused her eyes to grow red and swollen...She grimaced. Any second now, the slavers would bust her door down and take her anyways. If she couldn't escape, she could at least try to make her situation a tiny bit better.

Dabbing some ink on her finger, she grabbed a washcloth and bit down on it. This was going to hurt.

"Maybe we could tie the door to one of the horses and pull it off?" one of the men suggested.

"Is she even worth the trouble, Ramsey?" asked the Boss, Carson. "She got you pretty good with that knife."

"You didn't see her, Boss," said Ramsey through gritted teeth. "She's a beaut. Mmmhmm. She's definitely worth the trouble. And if I'm wrong, well, at least I'll get some payback for my hand."

If Carson could say one thing about Ramsey, it's that he was either highly tolerant to pain, or too crazy to care. Which is exactly how he ended up being Carson's right hand man. Naga knows we don't need his left hand anymore.

Suddenly, they heard a short, muffled scream from inside the house. "D-did she kill herself?" one of the men asked, wide eyed.

"I don't know," said Carson. "Someone bash the windows in and go get her."

"Windows?" asked the man. "...Why didn't we think of that?"

Carson shook his head. This is what I get for hiring cheap men.

Lucina had crumpled to the floor, clutching her hand to her face in agony. Both of her eyes were closed, which meant that she didn't see one of the slavers bash in her window and crawl through. But she heard it. She didn't bother to move, she was in too much pain, with her sword-arm useless and her eye burning.

"Listen, miss," the slaver said to her, "You just sit still and co-operate, and we won't hurt you. Got it?" Lucina nodded, fighting back tears; from the pain or from her situation, she couldn't tell. Without another word, the slaver picked her up and carried her on his shoulder, back out through the window.