First off, I would like to apologize for neglecting this site. SO SORRY.
I haven't been in the mood for Fire Emblem, video games, or writing AT ALL. I blame being a freshman in highschool.
So here's a short fic on everyone's favorite (or at least mine) shaman!
(You might need to read some of Knoll's and Natasha's support convo to understand the begining part.)
Back in Grado, in the safe chambers and temples of the shamans, he could remember it clearly.
Prince Lyon's terrified look when they discovered the raging storm that was to come. He remembered how determined his Prince was, when the young man closed to gates, saving hundreds of innocents, despite the obvious protests.
Could they not see the raging winds, the dangerous waves from the sea, or are they that blind? He confronted the Prince about this, as to why he tried so hard to save these people. His response was something that even surprised himself.
"They are our countrymen, are they not? I will do whatever I can to protect them." Prince Lyon had said.
From that day on, he had a new flame in his heart, willing to do anything he can to help Grado, and his prince that he so loyally served.
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A shaman and a Necromancer stood face to face, sounds of battle crashing everywhere around them. He couldn't help but stop and gaze at his prince's deteriorating body, the face no longer of the kind man he knew, but of a monster.
The Demon King.
He knew the prince was somewhere in there, and he knew it was his job to help save his prince.
Knoll took out his tome, and opened it. He watched his prince do the same, flapping his cloak so as to not get in the way. A grin was wide across the young man's face, but Knoll could see the silent plea, hidden in the eyes, calling for help.
Help. Save me, Knoll. Help me.
Help.
The two shouted out their dark spells, the force of the dark magic pounding against each other, Knoll's cloak pulling away, tugging at his robes. He didn't know what strange source of energy he had attained, but at the last second, he pushed his body to move forwardand when he saw his prince's body crumple to the floor, he couldn't help but stare.
"H…ha ha….haa…"
He looked at his prince, his body looking so fragile, like glass paper, and could see the dark silhouette of the Demon King rising.
He opened his tome again, ready to save his prince.
"Ah, so you're the new recruit for the shaman temple. I'm interested in magic as well…oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet…I'm Lyon, pleased to meet you, Knoll…"
Since it's at the end of the fic, and I'm feeling unusually talkative right now, I can now write this. No need to read this part, actually.
It's October, and my fingers are like, freezing. It was seriously hard to type this story up, BUT I DID IT. HAAAH. And how exactly did I get the idea for this? Well...
:flashback:
Friend: Damn. Either Lyon is really hard to kill, or your units suck.
Me: Shaddup. :moves Eiphraim to fight Lyon, but accidently clicks Knoll instead:
Friend: ...Knoll's gonna die.
Me: Yeah...
:Knoll achieves a critical, killing Lyon:
Me: Oh...
Friend: My...
Me/Friend: Gosh...
...Yep. My retarded blunders can help sometimes. Leave a review, please.