Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem

Author's note: Please take a moment of your time to consider the shooting that happened in Broward County, Florida (In the U.S for readers from elsewhere, and near Miami for those who have no idea where it is in the U.S).

On February 14, 2018, a gunman (I believe a former student) entered The Stoneman Douglas high school, and killed 17 people.

Some were students, some were teachers, and all will be missed.

We will remember you: Jaime Guttenberg, Cara Loughran, Chris Hixon, Aaron Feis, Alyssa Alhadeff, Scott Beigel, Gina Montalto, Nicholas Dworet, Peter Wang, Martin Duque, Luke Hoyer, Carmen Schentrup, Meadow Pollack, Alex Schachter, Joaquin Oliver, Helena Ramsay, and Alaina Petty.

Many of these students and staff died bravely for their peers. They will NOT be forgotten. Please, remember them through your words, actions, and everyday lives.

To the students and families who have lost loved ones.

This is for you.


If time is a river, then he feels like a fish. Frantically swimming against the current, but never going anywhere. Because war has changed him, in ways that he doesn't want to think about, and he's pushing back against the current of finality. The cold truth hasn't settled in just yet, and though he tells himself that they're gone, and he knows that they're gone, he still can't bring himself to accept it.

Because it doesn't seem possible.

How in the world could his steadfast tactician be gone? His guiding light? His closest friend and confidant?

How could his sister be gone?

The pegasus knights?

The thousands of Grimleal who had marched towards the Dragon's Table?

Yen'Fay?

How could all those people be gone?

The Dynasts.

The villagers.

Countless Plegians.

Many more Ylisseans.

How could they be gone?

It doesn't seem possible, but somehow, some way, in the back part of his brain, he knows that he will never see their smiling faces again.

Frederick.

Libra.

Say'ri.

Cherche.

How many had they sacrificed in order to reach their end goal? They had succeeded, oh, yes.

But at what cost?

Where did the bloodshed have to stop?

Now.

But now, it would only stop because they had sacrificed. Because they had bled, and they had fought, and they had killed, and they had lived, and they had died. And he couldn't resurrect them, no matter how much black magic he tried.

So he swims in the current of time.

And he waits, and he tries to keep his head above the water, because if he's a fish, then he's one that is able to drown.