Contrast, a Fire Emblem fanfic

A/N: The author has a twisted mindset and is a fanfic virgin.

Insane pairings, newbie errors and quite possibly brazen plot breaches may follow.

Florina/Farina pairing in later chapters, yes, I know. Don't like, don't read. If you're scared, still read.

You have been warned, poor soul.

Chapter 1: A Reunion

Florina was lying on her back in the airy tent she shared with Lyn. She had thought she would never see her sisters again, yet here they were, fighting alongside Hector's army like it was the most natural thing in the world. Speculations about where Fiora and Farina had been filled her mind as she drifted off into half-sleep on Badon's rocky earth. Nergal, she had heard, had run out of what the Archsage Athos called "quintessence". Her tired brain had problems remembering the exact nature of this, so she thought of it in the simplest way possible; Nergal wasn't a threat the next many months, as he needed their quintessence to launch an attack. So on the ever-lazy Lord Hector's order, the army had set up camp in Badon for three weeks to rest and resupply. Florina had always had a problem sleeping in new places, a trait that didn't do anything about her exhaustion. Maybe she should try sleeping somewhere- "Heeeey, Sis!" Farina's boyish voice suddenly shook Florina from her half-sleep. There was something about her sister's voice that made every alarm bell in her head ring furiously. Wasn't it from sometime long ago, where-"Wake up, Sis! Ya don't wanna sleep th' whole night away!" Farina once again shook her out of her thoughts as a blast of rancid-smelling air hit her in the face. That was it. She was drunk. And very. Farina was a bit of a sleepyhead herself and never woke up her sisters, except if she was too drunk to care. Florina slowly forced her aching body to sit up, which ended up with her looking into her older sister's flushed face. "Oh, no", she thought to herself. Farina's usual short ponytail was undone, her hair ruffled and her clothes askew. She didn't even need conscious thought to see that her sister had been playing around with someone in Badon. The worst thing about a drunk Farina was that she didn't care about who she played around with. She'd even got thrown out of their house before they left home, for returning home unimaginably drunk with her arm around some random blonde girl's shoulder. Father and Mother had gone crazy, for sure. "Oi, Sis, don' fall asleep again! Look a' wha' a nice piece of meat I've hooked!" Damn. She'd even brought her here. Somehow, Florina knew it was a girl. Farina would never have taken her all the way back otherwise. And sure enough, the beaming person who next stumbled into the tent was a girl. Not the blond, airheaded kind that her sister liked to shock her parents with – no, this girl was someone who didn't belong in the city, especially not in some dimly-lit inn room with Florina's rowdy sister. Her brown hair hung in half-undone braids around her freckled face. Her smile was so innocent, Florina wondered how she could hold it after an evening with Farina. Then again, people were so different.