Hi! Uh...This is my first Fire Emblem fanfic, and I'm particularly excited because I'm forging new ground here. (I'm also a little nervous because I've never left the Vocaloid realm before.) I was originally going to write a FE9 fic, but I decided to go with FE11 instead because Tellius is way too popular. Seeing as FE11 had very scanty amounts of dialogue for most of the characters and I haven't played FE12 (I'm not gonna download an emulator just for one game, no matter how much I wanna play it!), my characterizations are mostly shots in the dark. Just so you know, this is probably going to be light hearted compared to most of the Akaneia fics I've seen.
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Snippet 1: Engage!
It has been roughly a year since Macedon began its invasion of Aurelis. Much Aurelian territory has been lost, and Aurelis's military has been forced to go underground. However, this does not mean that Macedon has won. The Aurelian Resistance continues to fight with Coyote, the king's younger brother, as its head. Although the situation is bleak, the Resistance brings hope to the nation…
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I stared out of the window and sighed. The sky was completely clear, and the sun's warm rays embraced the earth. Surely it was a beautiful day…The grass, however, was slowly withering into a straw yellow: certainly not the color of healthy vegetation. The sight upset me quite a bit. Aurelis prided itself on its oceans of grass. If the grass perished, then morale would probably plummet with it. Some rain would do well, but it hasn't even drizzled for weeks now…Is this Macedon's fault too?
…Ha. What a childish thought.
"Ah, Violette! There you are." An energetic voice called from behind.
I turned around to see my friend in the doorway. "Roshea?" I cocked my head in surprise. "Weren't you on the mission?"
"Yeah. We all just got back a little while ago. I helped bring some injured soldiers to the medical bay, but you weren't there…" Roshea was two years my junior, but he had far more skill in combat than I could hope to. As an actual knight, he was also one of the more experienced fighters in the Resistance.
"Oh, sorry about that; I was just taking a break. So how is everyone? Is anyone critically wounded?"
"There are some serious injuries, but no one seems to be about to die. Sedgar's taking care of the most severe problems. We should go help him, though."
"I understand. Let's hurry." We both rushed out of the room, although I made sure to grab my trusted Heal Staff first.
Once we reached the infirmary, I began to assess the situation. About eight or so resistance members were in here already. As Roshea had said, despite a few people requiring the immediate attention of a staff, everyone was relatively stable. Sure enough, Sedgar was also present; he was bandaging someone's cut leg with what I assumed was a type of poultice.
It was time for me to take charge. "All right, so…uh…I'll handle the serious wounds. Roshea and Sedgar, please take care of the comparatively minor injuries." Both of them nodded and we all got to work.
With their help, everyone got treated quickly, save for the one guy whose wound was infected. It was a critical hit to his preferred arm…He won't be able to fight for a little while. I would have used my staff to fix it immediately, but healing magic worsens infected wounds. Instead, I applied a thin layer of herbal ointment and wrapped it with clean gauze. Hopefully, it'll heal properly; resistance members have died because of infection-born illness before…
"So…I guess we clean up now?" Roshea asked.
I glanced around the room. Blotches and puddles of blood were smeared all over the room, most noticeably on the stone floor and bed sheets. It was a pretty normal sight by now, but I still frowned. If the mess wasn't removed soon, it'll dry and start reeking. There was no saving the sheets…but they were already irreversibly stained anyway.
"Yeah, we should, before the blood dries." I grabbed some cloth, rinsed them, and started scrubbing. Roshea and Sedgar both moved to help me, but then someone stepped into the room.
"Sedgar. Roshea. Coyote's about to give a briefing. He needs both of you."
"We'll be right there." Sedgar replied as he turned to me. "Sorry Violette, but we'll have to leave the clean up to you."
"It's not a problem. You've helped me a lot today, as usual. Thank you both." I gave Sedgar and Roshea my customary bow.
"Anytime, Violette." Roshea smiled. "Well, better get going." They then left the room with the messenger trailing behind.
Now all by myself, I focused without much enthusiasm. I did not enjoy cleaning one bit, but it was part of my job. My work certainly isn't glamorous; I don't spy or assassinate or raid the enemy like the other members. However, I know what I do is important. Helping from the shadows suits me better anyway.
I was just about done when they returned. "How was the briefing?" I asked, giving them my undivided attention. Their expressions were blank, offering me no clues as to what the meeting was about.
"Coyote mostly talked about how Macedon has responded to our activities." Sedgar explained. "They've been trying to tighten their control over Aurelis by sending even more soldiers in."
"It could mean problems for us. I mean, look at us. Our numbers are pathetic compared to theirs." That was true, sadly. Most of Aurelis's professional military was wiped by the initial invasion, which had the princess of Macedon herself as its head. She and her three elites, the Whitewings, returned to their nation after thrashing around here for a while.
It was then that the Resistance formed. Many of the current Resistance fighters are ordinary civilians that decided to pick up arms for the cause. They all train hard, of course, but their skills remain subpar to those of the actual soldiers. Not that it matters so much; everyone is dedicated and it really feels like we're making a difference.
"Don't say such negative things, Roshea. Even if we're much smaller than them, we can still prevail."
"Hey, I never said we couldn't!"
"It just means that we all have to put even more effort in." Roshea and I nodded in agreement. Sedgar's face then turned grim. Roshea's followed suit. "Anyway, there's more urgent news."
"What is it?"
He sighed. "Macedon has discovered our base of operations. We're not sure how, but one thing is clear: we need to relocate as soon as possible. We don't know when they're going to act." Oh. This was the third time already… "Our new base will be closer to the Palace. It's risky, but it shouldn't be much of a problem since Macedonian patrols don't hang around the area much. They probably won't realize how close we are to them."
"In any case, you need to pack, Violette. Sedgar and I both have our stuff ready, so we can help you if you want." Roshea offered.
"It's all right. I have few belongings. I can gather them quickly."
"Okay, then. Meet us at the west entrance. Hurry up, though; we'll fall behind if you take too long." With that note, they slipped out of the room. I walked to the doorway and gave the room one last glance. With a quiet sigh, I went to pack my things.
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I just love healers. Whenever I play an MMO, my first pick is the healer class...Is that weird? Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read this!
