Well... that was fast. It came together surprisingly well. I didn't expect that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem. If I did, Einrejar based on lords and maybe villains would get supports. (Because I'd love to see Roy speaking to Nergal. That would be epic on so many levels.)
Little Card Spirit
I can't help but think about that little boy with nothing but disgust.
I didn't even know card spirits could reproduce until very recently. They're weapons. They are shadows of heroes; heroes like the Exalted King Alm or the Scion of Light Seliph. Heck, there is even one of me. And there is one of my father.
It obviously started long before I found this group. I did not join them, for fear of breaking the innocent bubble of the cards I knew five hundred or so years ago. There was a little card spirit toddler running around camp. At first I was very confused, who in their right mind creates a card of a toddler? Even dragons cannot fight at that age. What really alarmed me was the card-child was an image of me at that age. I agreed to the creation of a card of myself as a teenager, not a child. I looked around, as if it would bring an answer.
Then it hit me like a carriage pulled by a pair of wyverns. One little scene pulled apart everything I knew from my past.
The spirit of my father, the great 'Knight of Lycia,' stood with a card spirit woman, a shaman, from the look of her; with long, flowing silver hair and beautiful golden eyes. The child ran over to the two of them, smiling, happy.
I never had a sibling, though I always wanted one. A little brother or sister I could tease and play with who could live as long as I could. My mother's untimely death when I was very young made sure of that. When I heard the spirits of my father and the girl call out to the child, "Roy," I could not help but cry. Tears rolled down my cheeks and glinted in the faint sunlight, spattering rainbows that I didn't think quite matched what I was seeing.
It wasn't the girl's fault, or the child's. I only cried because of a reflection of my father. A reflection who doesn't know I exist. A reflection that gave a child who I knew was not me my name. Tears still streaming like a pair of waterfalls across my face, I darted back into the forest, not once stopping to look back at the scene that caused me nothing but horror.
Well, my choice of POV made this... very depressing. Yes, that was the 'actual' Roy, who would probably look like he's somewhere in his early 20's, if I were to take a guess. And now he's really 500 years old...
I feel kind of bad for him. I almost never make things 100% happy, so...
If you haven't yet, please visit FEFFC! I'm getting lonely over here! There's a link on my profile.
-Glac
