So before I begin this is my first fanfiction…ever. So no flames please. Constructive criticism however is much appreciated. Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or any of its Characters, Nintendo does, however.
Three Years Ago, Today.
Telllius sure had changed since the Daein War exactly three years ago. A bone chilling shriek from down the hall awakened Boyd from his already shallow sleep. In the past years all of the Greil Mercenaries had changed. Some had grown in character and some…well… were Shinon. The war had changed all of them, especially Mist. Every night she awoke with the same blood curdling scream and tears that burned her caramel colored brown eyes. Boyd walked down the bone cold corridor with bare feet stumbling across dust and cobwebs from probably decades of lenience. The flagstones cracked and mortar broken leaving gaps in the midnight blue stone. Every night Mist cried out in the night and every night Boyd went to console her. Climbing into her bed he would hold her tiny frame with his rippling forearms from years of swinging an ax. He knew part of Mist's nightmares was the death of her father Greil. He died a warrior's death. Defeated by his best student; The Black Knight. Today would be the anniversary of his death so the nightmares would be the most unpleasant tonight. Ike! Father! Where are you? Oh no! Ike…I…I can save him! I'll get my staff I'll save him I'll…My staff…it's not working! *sobbing* Ike I couldn't save him!
The sun rose over the hills of Gallia, piercing the darkness of the castle King Caeneghis had given them as their new base of operations. Mist awoke with tears streaming down her face and felt the warmth of Boyd's forearms around her midsection. Poor Boyd…I wake him up every night and he still comes to comfort me every time… I'll just lie here with him until he wakes up. I would feel bad if I awoke him. She noticed over the years that she was beginning to have an attachment to Boyd. He wasn't the silly boy he was years ago. He was more mature…strong…rugged…handsome… A rosy blush crept to her pale wintry white face. I shouldn't be thinking things like that. It is indecent for a lady to think such thoughts…but, his forearm is so muscular and defined…no stop it Mist. Get ahold of yourself. She was startled by Boyd murmuring dreamily in his sleep "Mist…watch out for that soldier…" Even in his sleep he was protecting her it seemed. His eyes drifted open softly from his dreams and he beheld her visage in all its beauty. He moved his arm from around her thin waist and used his hand to move his now long shaggy pine green hair from in front of his eyes. "Well I see you two are getting along famously," a short shadowy figure says from the doorway; Soren. "You two had best get ready now. The annual visiting of Master Greil's grave is soon and Ike had explicit instructions to not be late." He stalked off with what seemed a mortified air about him.
At the grave site Ike was speaking and intoned his head towards the late comers as they stood behind the crowd of people. "Three years ago today my father, no, our father" he said speaking to the crowd of mercenaries, "had his life taken by the one known as the Black Knight." He rubs his hand through his navy blue mop of hair, "he was truly a teacher to us all and the best father anyone could ask for. Boyd, Oscar, Rolf. When you were children he took you in and treated you as his equals. And so I wanted to give each of you something." He grabbed the ax from the grave. "He wouldn't want his ax to go to waste here. Boyd here is his axe Urvan." He whispers something incoherent to everyone else in Boyd's ear and the emerald haired man nods and blushes. "For you Oscar, Petrine's Flame Lance. And for Rolf I'm sure a weapon of my make would be offensive to one who is as skilled as you are at making bows so I have nothing for you, I'm sorry." He grabs something from a bag, "Mist this is for you. It is moms staff and a sword that I together with Soren made for you. Its name is Florete." To the rest of you…Father left one thing behind. He said to tell you that no matter what we are family. Even if our ties are not in blood they are still there. Trust in each other and protect one another as if they were a part of your own body. That is all." The crowd cheered with intense ferocity and the shouts could be heard even by The King of Lions in his palace. Those beorc are truly laguz at heart the king thought to himself and grinned. To you my old friend, and then he roared.
