Hey guys! I used to be known as DivinityAngelX here, but I've decided to start fresh with new fanfiction. I deleted all my old stories because, c'mon, after 2-3 years, I'm not gonna update that stuff anymore. I recently got back into Fire Emblem with the release of Fire Emblem Awakening so I decided to upload a story for you all. Enjoy~
Normally, meeting this man would cause her to jump for joy, but something was different about this particular reunion. He was covering his face with his hood. He never did that often. Especially around her. It would have been difficult for a normal person to sense it, but she knew by the solemn look in his teary eyes that something has gone gravely wrong. However, the dead giveaway was the fact that he was holding Falchion, a sacred treasure of Ylisse as well as her father's trademark sword.
He knelt down to the girl's eye level with tears escaping his eyes and flowing down his cheeks. The hooded man handed the girl the sword and clasped his hands on her shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Lucina, but your father is dead."
The words stung her heart. She was too young to grasp the concept of death, but she knew that once someone was declared dead, they will never be seen by anyone again. How can her father be gone? He was one of the strongest men the world knew.
The sad look in the man's eyes before her certainly did not ease her current emotional pain.
"B-But… How? How can father be gone?" she asked, desperate for an explanation.
He looked away. He could not explain to a child why her father was gone! "One day, Lucina, you will set things right." He couldn't bring himself to believe his own words. "Hope will never die. If this is fate hurling obstacles against you, you must challenge your fate, Lucina!"
He stood up and started to walk off. He turned back to see the girl trying to hold back tears. He sympathized with her pain and admired her strength. As much as he wanted to take of the little girl himself, he knew it was too dangerous.
After all, the murderer of Chrom, prince of Ylisse, father of Lucina, and his closest friend, was none other than himself.
That was the last memory Lucina had of the hooded man. It had been more than a decade since then and her remembrance of the man she claimed to love was hazy. It was embarrassing to discuss her childhood crush with her friends, but she was even more ashamed that she could not remember anything about the man. Not his face. Not his clothing. Not even his name.
Lucina shook her head. There was no time for frivolous thoughts. Ever since her father's death, the world plummeted to one of despair. It was a hell on earth. Grima, the Fell Dragon, took control and caused everyone to live in fear. She, along with the other children of the Shepherds, had fought nonstop for years against the Risen, the undead servants of Grima.
They were fighting a losing battle and they knew it. But, that was all that they could do. It was a fight for survival until the end of their lives.
Fortunately, there were not any current Risen attacks on any nearby villages. She can finally relax and collect her thoughts. Lucina sighed. Every day, she always thought of his words. "Hope will never die!" "Challenge your fate, Lucina!" As corny as they sounded, she believed them. At least they were much more believable than her cousin Owain's colorful theatrics.
"Lucina, my liege!" Speak of the devil, there he was. "How has this faithful day treated you, my dearest cousin? The foes of justice are nowhere to be seen! Today shall be our day of reckoning! Our goals have been realized!"
"I wouldn't be too sure of that, Owain." Lucina replied. She knew better than that. "One day of peace does not equate to victory. Grima has no reason to surrender when he has such an advantage."
Owain's demeanor then broke. "I can dream, right? *cough* I-I mean, I wanted to keep our goals within our sights. Our dreams should always be kept within reach."
Lucina smiled. As strange as he talks, Owain's speeches were always uplifting.
"Lucy!" a voice shrilled. Lucina glanced in the direction of the voice. It was her companion and one of their time's freedom fighters: Cynthia. She flew in quickly towards the two on her pegasus that once belonged to her mother Sumia.
"What is it, Cynthia?" Lucina sensed panic her voice.
"Risen! Up north! Hurry!" Cynthia replied in between pants. Owain chuckled.
"Of course! Our opponents came out of their hiding bunkers from the shadows. It is time for us to exit the comfort of the darkness into the heat of battle! My sword hand demands it!"
They headed off to the north to witness a battle between a small army of undead soldiers and an even smaller fighting force: their friends. Cynthia readied her lance as Lucina and Owain drew their blades.
They each split up to focus their attention on the smaller groups of Risen. Undead soldiers didn't exactly had minds of their own, so separating them and diverting their attention from any nearby villages was simple. The tricky part was taking minimal damage.
Lucina struck an axe-wielder down and it disappeared into black dust. She clashed with a myrmidon quickly after. Lucina easily evaded its attacks and initiated a decisive stab into its chest. The young lord turned her head at the sound of a bow being pulled back. She had no time to react. That arrow will undoubtedly pierce into her body.
"Lucina, watch out!" a voice cried out. A sword instantly appeared out of the archer's chest causing it to vanish. "Can't exactly ruin a perfectly good face, right?"
There he was. Inigo. The one man who flirted with anything that possessed curves and that included her and everyone in their little party. Of all the people, why him?
"Thanks, Inigo…" Lucina muttered.
"What was that, sweet flower? You're going to have to try harder than that to properly thank me." Inigo insisted. Despite being friends with him, almost everyone was tired of his flirtatious attitude.
Lucina ran past the supposed casanova to finish off a wyvern rider that nearly cleaved him in half. "Not even in your dreams." She charged towards the remaining Risen, leaving Inigo in dust.
"That's rather harsh, don't you think Gerome?" he asked the only living wyvern rider next to him.
"Do not bother asking any of us." the masked man replied. "We are all willing to agree that you deserved it." He said as he flew back away on Minerva, his beloved wyvern.
Inigo sighed. "Everybody's a critic." He groaned as he ran to join the others.
A/N: I already have another chapter in the works. I want to finish the script beforehand. This is gonna be a short one, only 3 or 4 chapters. I'd like some criticism. I'm definitely not the best writer and since school is a lot tougher now, I won't be updating too often. Also, it will take me some time to improve on my writing as I can't really change over night. Until then, please review!