Authors Note: Why hello there. I'd like to start by saying that I am writing this for pure enjoyment, closure, and satisfaction. You should also know that this story might not be consistently updated due to life and other things. I've been playing Fire Emblem Heroes since it first came out and if any of y'all want to add me, my friend code is 8562735385 (Peep the OP Laevatein build.) Anyways, I saw immense potential in character development residing in Laevatein and decided to write this. Hope y'all enjoy and I encourage feedback. A word of warning however, this will turn very dark in many ways eventually, so be prepared.

~ Cole

(AP Lit. don't fail me now.)

Chapter I - A Blade's Purpose

A kingdom ravaged by an intense heat, famine, and war was all that she was left with. Father? Slaughtered. Mother? Long gone. Sister? Killed. All that was left to her was her blade, Laevatein. Even then the blade meant nothing to her anymore, after all what was a tool with no purpose? No weilder? No master? She shared a name with her sword for one reason. Because waging war was all she was good for. She was now a useless weapon with no direction or control, and a weapon with neither direction or control is bound to break.

When she was a little girl, before her world went to hell and beyond, her mother would take her around the kingdom of Múspell and show her the life of simple villagers. She learned that people lived for one reason that sounded so easy but was so incredibly hard to actually achieve. They lived to be happy. The Múspell she knew as a little girl was one of blazing wonders, innocent shades of red behind the walls of a fiery castle, and an ash filled sky lightened from the bright stars that shone above. At the time, she too, like the villagers lived for the reason to be happy. Yet it had changed so much. So much that she had forgotten what living for the purpose to be happy was. All she knew now was to be a tool for her father and serve whatever he wanted at all costs. But that was in the past.

Walking around the vacant castle, Laevatein felt lost. Not that she didn't know her way around the vast castle, but it was more of a feeling that had settled deep into her chest, something that couldn't be shaken off. The feeling was one that was new to her and it seemed like everything she felt was new to her again. The sense of comfort in having a purpose was shattered. By Askr. The Order of Heroes. Especially that damned Summoner. The power he weilded against her father and sister had lead to their end. Laevatein questioned whenever her sister came to mind was why she wasn't the one dead. She was just a tool, and tools break. Her sister was more than Laevatein could ever hope to be. Somehow she had never changed despite Múspell morphing into something hellish, despite her father's actions.

Lost in thought, Laevatein had wandered to her father's throne room. She gave a hollow, empty laugh remembering that it was now her throne room, not her father's. Now she was the queen of Múspell, and it didn't mean anything. Everything was chaos in the fiery kingdom and she couldn't control any of it. Slowly turning to one of the many mirrors embellishing the hall, she gazed at herself. The once fiery eyes were just embers of what they had been. Heavy dark circles hung under her eyes showing the lack of rest. Her chocolate skin and light pink hair didn't seem to have the same glimmer they used to have. Even her posture showed her broken pride, her shoulders slumped, head tilted down, eyes downcast. She still wore her armor and never let her sword leave her side, although she wasn't sure why. Everything else was gone, what did it matter? Laevatein turned her eyes to the sky that she still secretly loved to look at. No matter what had happened to her the sky stayed the same. Flecks of ash speckling the night, the stars shining through them, creating minuscule rays of light piercing through the empty black of Múspell.

As Laevatein kept her eyes turned upwards, one of the stars seemed to glow and shine brighter than the others. It pulsed a pure red, starting to overtake her vision. Despite this Laevatein did not shy away from the piercing light. It felt like her senses were fading, her ears would not conprehend sound, her hands felt numb, her tongue tasted nothing and felt utterly dry, her nose was no longer filled with the stench of ash. She welcomed it. Then it all went black.

This darkness was differently than the ash filled darkness that she was accustomed to in Múspell. It felt endless, and crushing, like the weight of the entire world was compressing her. Somehow it felt welcoming, while the smokey blackness of Múspell felt stuffy and clung to your throat. As soon as the darkness came, it was overpowered by a light that could only be described as blinding. Then her vision was restored, and what Laevatein saw before her made her eyes flare like they used to. They burned with a passionate fury that had never been there before.

All the heroes surrounding the summoning alter were flabbergasted. Their eyes were open with either hatred, surprise, or something in between. There was a long stretch of silence, broken by the girl that had been summoned.

"I am Laevatein of Múspell, the blade that cuts when commanded. Will you give the order?"

The last questioning sentence dripped with attitude, earning many glares and growls from the crowd of heroes surrounding her. No one moved a muscle until a hooded figure confidently walked within arms reach of Laevatein. His face, shrouded by the large hood was unreadable to Laevatein, but she could see his mouth, and to her surprise he had a small smile lurking in the darkness of his hood. Her rage kicked into overdrive, and many of the heroes could tell. Some dropped their hands to axes, swords or whatever weapon they had on them, ready to attack in a moments notice. The hooded figure still remained relaxed, unguarded. He held out a single gloved hand, settling the tense heroes.

"Welcome to The Order of Heroes, Laevatein. I'm sure that you'll find our company enjoyable." His voice, unlike hers, held no menace in it. To her it sounded like a simple mild welcome despite his words clearly containing a barb in them. A pause then followed his words, almost clearing the air until a girl with blonde hair with icy blue tips stepped forward, her piercing eyes frosty. Laevatein would recognize those crystal blue eyes anywhere.

"How dare you. How dare you stand there in our home as if nothing has happened." Fjorm said, voice cold as a blizzard. She turned to the hooded figure. "And how dare you welcome her. How can you even speak to scum like that?" She spat out. "I'm ashamed to know you Kiran."

Kiran shrugged, his robe hiding his face still. Many heroes turned their gaze in shock towards Fjorm and Kiran, the air filled with tension. To Laevatein it seemed like the heroes were not used to this type of dialog between the two.

"Are you forgetting something Fjorm?" Kiran stated mildly. "She is one of us now. Summoned by my Breidablik. And you know what that means."

Fjorm, who had already turned around shot a glare that could freeze an entire army at the summoner. "I don't care if she has to obey you because of Breidablik. You've never used that power like that on any of us." Her voice sounding like ice. "You don't have the guts or heart to do that."

Many heroes let out a small breath of shock, their eyes reflecting their awe of the daring words Fjorm had said.

"You have the power to also send her home, but you've never done that to any of us either. And I know why. It's because you're weak and helpless." She hissed.

Kiran had been facing Laevatein all the while Fjorm was speaking, but he turned slowly around now, his mouth not holding the smile he had before. "Fjorm, it would be extremely smart of you to stop speaking." This time his voice held a heaviness to it, a gravity that made Fjorm's eyes widen. He turned back to Laevatein and nodded at her to follow him. As he walked calmly forward, the crowd of heroes parted, all of them jaws agape and eyes wide open. Laevatein followed dutifully behind Kiran, suddenly not knowing how to feel, her hatred burned out.

Despite her confusion she still held onto one thing that gave her the will to walk forward, to let the eyes of the heroes she had fought burn her skin. Whatever uncertain future that was before her she would make certain of this one thing, she promised to herself. That her loved sister would be avenged.

Authors Note: Well I do hope that you enjoyed this chapter, and I also hope it's not too bad since this is my first attempt at writing something seriously. Please share your feedback and whatever comes to mind.

~ Cole