Rumors of treason, and seeds of doubt are placed when someone of her looks and origins are placed in command.
I am sure Frederick whispered words or doubt into Chrom's ear whenever she walked out of the tent. I am positive he would watch walk out before questioning her strategies and pressuring the young lord to place someone more trustworthy as tactician, he has been wary of her since they first met. It wasn't a big deal before when she was was just in charge of the Shepards, an elite group, but a small manageable group. Since the Plegian attack, the attack that destroyed most of the Pegasus Knights, she has taken the role of chief Tactician of the Ylissean forces.
Whenever she walked past surrounding tents full of troops she could see two things, strange looks and rumors. It was something she learned to shrug off, she wouldn't let jealousy of her position ruin the sunny weather or calm before the storm. In a war march she needed all the joy she could hold, because each battle would have a casualty, it wouldn't be one of the Shepards, but a foot solider. In turn the foot solider's friends would grieve and blame to easiest target, the Tactician, the evil Plegian seductress. They would talk foully behind her, speak against her while drinking, never acknowledging that her strategies were the reason they were a alive.
When Emmeryn was captured she was the first to blame, it came in eloquent form from Frederick, but it was still acquisition. Thinking back to it Frederick has been nothing but a jackass to her, all he did was bitch whenever the slightness thing happened. Though anybody with a sharp mind would be suspicious, after all nobody would trust an amnesic in a time of tension.
"How could you let Emmeryn go" She said to herself mimicking Frederick's voice softly as she walk to her tent. How could he even think to say that to her, she had no role in Emmeryn's decision, she wasn't chief advisor to her royal naive pious. At the very least I could advise our royal hot headed prince. Last battle I had to prevent him from running straight into the fight, Naga knows what Frederick would have done if Chrom had gotten seriously injured. I whispered the sentence to myself over and over, before reaching my tent.
It was a small one, it had to be in a war march, it had her books, her scrolls, her sleeping bag and few other living essentials. The sleeping bed didn't offer much comfort, but she soon learned to get use to it. Each step they took in the march seemed to make the climate seem hotter and drier. Plegian was a dessert country, but had access to the sea making it a country that has access to trading with Valm. Though war efforts have probably affected their trading and changed the sailors into foot soldiers.
She walked over to her desk it had different maps of the area, where she planned to march and then some. She had marked indicators showing where she planned to clash with Gangrel's forces and places to bring the Exalt into for safety. A group of other elites who wouldn't be essential to he front lines, but prefect for escort. She would bring the Shepards and some soldiers to the front lines, allowing them to push back Plegian forces, the rest of the army would be positioned into the surrounding areas to prevent mass reinforcements. Whatever was left of the Pegasus Knights would be led by Phila, swooping in towards the end of he battle, they would be the elite force in charge of Emmeryn's escape. Nothing was set in stone, but it was the best plan she could bring in at the moment. When they began the march to Gangrel she left most of the cavalry back in Ylisse; they would only hold her back in the harsh desert sands, she only kept Sully, Stahl, and Frederick. Sully, Stahl and Frederick were to stay in the back and protect them from behind. Cordelia and Sumia would scout ahead and come back safely. Chrom, Donnel, Ricken, Lonqu, Lissa and I would move would push them back and hopefully end up fighting within the castle walls soon.
I walked back over to my sleeping bag, needing all the rest for the battle that will surely make its mark in history
Sully, Stahl and Frederick already rode to the back to act as a wall to enemy reinforcements from the behind. Cordelia and Sumia had already came back and told us of the troops they saw, informing us of our enemies. Chrom and I had already started to move forward, I led Lon'qu and Ricken while Chrom led Donnel and Lissa. He had been insistent on keeping his sister close.
"Arc thunder" I screamed as I let out the spell, hitting the axeman, killing him. I didn't like slaughtering
other humans, but it was my job, it was war. War was something our Exalt wanted to avoid, and I knew why. We were killing each other for the wrongdoings of her father, he started a war over the Gods Grima and Naga.
Looking out of the corner of my eye I saw Ricken take down a wyvern rider using elwind, blood and sand was starting to fly in the sky, screams of pain seemed to pierce my ear. I didn't like this, I didn't like the thought that I was the person who helped fuel this. I didn't like the idea that after this battle I will still rake the blame while Chrom will bask in glory, but I continued. I took out my anger on my opponent roasting and electrocuting them in the hot sun. I was no different then an animal, only allowing this side of me to show in battle, seeming emotionless off, not associating with enough to be trusted. I am a demon, because as much as I say I hate fighting this was, I enjoy it.
Another man came running towards me, after I dealt with the man in front, I turned around and ripped his face apart with elwind. His blood splattered on my clothing, I then forward to continue leading the charge.
"You're very interesting" A voice came forward.
"I think I will abandon the people around me for someone like you. You seem special, you have strength." I turned around to voice ignoring my comrades who were off fighting. She had long black hair and wore the Plegian sorcerer outfit. "You there, I want to aid you." She stated on this battle field, gazing into my eyes and reaching forward. "I don't feel like dying today, so will you let me accompany you. You're lonely I can see it in your eyes." Her fingers were grazing my lips ad she said those words and my eyes widened because what she said was true.
"F-ffine join us, but if you show one ounce of treachery to the Shepards you will meet your end." Funny the amnesic leader, who mostly originated from Plegia was telling the Plegian traitor to watch herself.
"No problem. Nosferatu." She shouted, I turned around and saw dark matter surround the enemy wyvern rider, draining him of his life force and return to the woman. "Names Tharja"
"Elthunder" I whispered, shooting out the beam of lighting, aiming at the general behind her. "Name's Robin" I stated as I walked forward, she followed in suite.
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