Kingkazul400 here and I'm gonna make this short.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem. Intelligent Systems and Nintendo do. I only have the games. Nothing more, nothing less.
On with the show!
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Consider this as a Warning: SPOILERS ABOUND!!!!
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Lost Hearts
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version 1.2 (1st one had corrections)
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In a dark corner of the world, in a nation known as Etruria, a young man begins his first day alone. Alone with himself, alone with his few and frayed belongings, and alone with his wits. The day was new and the sun was barely out of its bed. A few songbirds native to Etruria flew about the meadow where the young man was passing through.
A beam of the sun shed its light upon the young traveler. The splash of light revealed that the young man was as tall as a pike with a messy mop of brown hair upon his head. The forest green cloak on his back proved to be more than sufficient to keep out the early morning chill. Hidden under his cloak was a pack, which had paper and odd lumps hanging about it. A brown leather jerkin was what he wore under his cloak. About his waist was a sword-belt with a blade as long as both spans of his arms, which were quite long. From the shoulder to the tips of his fingers, his arm spans from his shoulders to his pant pockets, which is about three feet.
The scabbard had etchings of legends from the lords of the lands to the masters of magic. His pants were unusually good and new since the rest of his gear was rather old including his longsword. The tan on his body was unusually heavy since he has spent most of his life indoors yet he still somehow found the time to head out into the elements. Around his neck was a pendant of an axe, a lance, and a sword all with their respectable lethal points conjoined at the top.
Shifting the pack on his back, the young man continued his foray into the growing light. It would be quite a while before he would ever return to his homeland of Etruria, land of the scholars. His dark hazel eyes shone with the excitement of one leaving home on a journey that his families' tradition. His quest of searching for what he destined to be has begun.
While he walked down the path leaving his home, his mind wandered to something else.
What would fortune and luck bring to him?
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Years had passed since, Mark Sunfire of Etruria, Apprentice Tactician had left his home. Now as an Master Tactician, he had the liberty to go ahead and start his own academy or tactics.
He was well off nowadays. The far off days of poverty and raggedness still lurk within the depths of his mind but yet his mind and body yearns for something. Something that he had never experienced of. Something that even a Master Tactician of Etruria cannot miss.
In his new study in his newly built home, he continued to correspond with his friends. In the three years that have passed since the fall of Nergal, joyful things have happened.
Lord Hector had married Lady Lyndis just after the final battle and they had a blue-haired child which they named Lilina. Mark had traveled to Ostia for a little visit once and he saw both the power and skill of both Hector and Lyndis within the child.
Lord Eliwood's minor advanced toward Ninian were subtle yet in the end, Ninian of the Dragonlands had given her heart to him. Just merely days after the pair had returned to Pherae, they announced their engagement. Just a few months later, they were declared to be husband and wife by Lucius. Their child, Roy, was red-headed just like his father but his disposition and cool-headedness were definitely from Ninian. His visit to Ostia had met up with the Pheraens by luck just as he was leaving.
Glancing at the painting of a Dragon from the Scouring on the wall, Mark's mind turned to the other comrades he had served alongside.
Sain, the Green Knight of Caelin was just about the only one to be still single. After all his advances on an "unknown cleric", he had only gotten inches within ripping his hair out.
A smirk strayed itself onto Mark's face.
Poor Serra. While everyone else called her "a persistent gold-digging *****", Sain was just about the only one left to block off those insults. Of course, the womanizing knight had an on-off relationship with the Ostian Cleric so by the time they came inches of calling it, Sain just had to say that he had something to do.
"You know," Mark recalled Sain saying one night while the Green Knight and the Cleric were talking at the dinner table at an inn. "Stuff that us men have to take care before marriage."
The smirk widened to a smile as Mark recalled how indignant Serra was when Sain said that phrase. It was all that he, Kent, and Sir Oswin were able to hold back the furious cleric from tearing Sain's face apart.
Mark's hand strayed to the painting that was mere inches away from his quill and parchment. On it was the crude drawing that Natalie and Dorcas had shown him when he first met them on his first journey serving Lady Lyndis. The great Warrior's might was somewhat hidden then but Mark tapped into Dorcas's potential and unleashed a giant that can be gentle and yet wrathful at the same time. The money that Dorcas "mysteriously" received from a "unknown benefactor" had finally healed Natalie's leg.
A small faint grin danced on the Master Tactician's lips. Dorcas had sent a letter telling him how wonderful it was to "finally see his wife able to run and do things that she wasn't able to do as a child." Just the mere thought brought the now joyful Warrior's face into view. What was once a solemn and protective husband became a joyful and still protective husband to Natalie.
Many of the rest had finally settled after the fall of Nergal. A thin grin danced on his lips.
Priscilla and Erk had been dancing around the subject of marriage. But finally after many weeks of such flirting, Raven made the poor Sage to dive ahead into the unknown world of matrimony. Erk's face was something to see when he was "bullied" by Raven to wed his sister under one condition. Stop trying to pull a Sain.
"But Sir Sain's what he is!" the poor Sage had protested. "I'm not even a single bit like him! I'm a magic-user, not some womanizing cur!"
Shaking his head in silent laughter, Mark's mind turned to another pair of compatriots from their quest.
Wil and Rebecca were such a predictable pair. Mark knew that Wil was from Pherae but he didn't know that Rebecca was the girl-next-door. Such things didn't happen very often in life and Mark was further surprised when he learned that the seadog "Dart" turned out to be Dan, Rebecca's own long-lost brother and Wil's long-lost best friend!
Just a few days ago, he received a letter from Dan telling him of the joy of seeing his sister wedding his best friend. The letter was still on his desk, opened and waiting to be read once more. The formerly amnesiac Pirate/Beserker's handwriting had barely improved since Dart had recovered.
Standing up and glancing outside of his study's window, Mark heaved a sigh against the glass. The clouds outside was overcast with small gaps of sunlight glancing through. The trees outside were devoid of their greenery as were the rest of the city. The once decrepit city had revived itself when he, Mark Sunfire, returned. Many had heard of his adventures with the Lycian nobles and of the downfall of Nergal and his feared Morphs.
The twinge of winter suddenly made the already pensieve Mark stop breathing momentarily. Out there in the skies of Etruria was a winged horse flapping its wings. It flew about in a fancy way that reminded him somewhat of the Pegasi Sisters of Ilia.
A knock was heard at the door as Mark began intent on the progress of the Pegasi Rider.
"Come in," Mark said in a quiet tone. The door swung inward. His apprentice, Garin Firewind of Etruria, stepped in with a covered tea tray.
"Your tea, Master," the green-haired youth said as he set the try down on his superior's desk. Lifting the lid, Garin laid the tea down. A large pot of tea, imported from the Sacae Plains, some delicacies from Lycia, and utensils and plates from Bern graced the desk.
Mark left the progress of the Pegasi Rider and sat down in his chair. His apprentice tilted the tea pot and poured quite a substantial amount of tea into his master's unusually large cup. A small bit of steam raised itself out of the steel cup, wafting like a sinous figure. Mark's eyes may have tricked him for he thought he saw what appeared to be a woman.
Like Fiora...
"Master?" Garin's voice pierced through the reverie. Turning to his puzzled apprentice, Mark gave a small faint grin. He raised his cup and promptly drained the hot liquid. The bitterness of gingeroot promptly switched to the sweetness of cinnamon.
"Something wrong, master?" Garin asked as he raised his eye-brows above his aquamarine eyes. Mark sighed as he traced the Bern designs on his cup.
"Yes, Garin," Mark said in a quiet tone with his eyes closed. "I am not exactly myself today."
"Sir?" came the puzzled answer.
Silence washed over the two. Mark knew that Garin was staring at him in wonderment, perhaps thinking that his Master was thinking up some new tactics that can be used in future conflicts. Was that young green-behind-the-ears apprentice very wrong...
"Nothing major, my apprentice," the Master Tactician replied as he opened his eyes. "Nothing important."
Gavin raised his eye-brows again. His master was usually quiet and well but he had never in the few months he had spent with his teacher missed a beat. But when his teacher says he's well, then he's well.
Mark and Gavin continued their afternoon tea in silence. Before he drained his cup of tea for the fifth time, Mark glanced outside his study's window.
The Pegasi Rider wasn't there anymore...
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Heh, I'm a sucker for the Pegasi Sisters. Girls on horses kicking butt, who needs more to think about?
As some of you have probably figured it out, this is a Fiora/Tactician pairing. Expect to see her in... within a few chapters, shall we say?
This is Kingkazul400, signing off!
*click*
(If ya'll want another chapter, please review!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem. Intelligent Systems and Nintendo do. I only have the games. Nothing more, nothing less.
On with the show!
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Consider this as a Warning: SPOILERS ABOUND!!!!
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`
`
`
`
Lost Hearts
~~~~~~~~~~~
`
version 1.2 (1st one had corrections)
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`
In a dark corner of the world, in a nation known as Etruria, a young man begins his first day alone. Alone with himself, alone with his few and frayed belongings, and alone with his wits. The day was new and the sun was barely out of its bed. A few songbirds native to Etruria flew about the meadow where the young man was passing through.
A beam of the sun shed its light upon the young traveler. The splash of light revealed that the young man was as tall as a pike with a messy mop of brown hair upon his head. The forest green cloak on his back proved to be more than sufficient to keep out the early morning chill. Hidden under his cloak was a pack, which had paper and odd lumps hanging about it. A brown leather jerkin was what he wore under his cloak. About his waist was a sword-belt with a blade as long as both spans of his arms, which were quite long. From the shoulder to the tips of his fingers, his arm spans from his shoulders to his pant pockets, which is about three feet.
The scabbard had etchings of legends from the lords of the lands to the masters of magic. His pants were unusually good and new since the rest of his gear was rather old including his longsword. The tan on his body was unusually heavy since he has spent most of his life indoors yet he still somehow found the time to head out into the elements. Around his neck was a pendant of an axe, a lance, and a sword all with their respectable lethal points conjoined at the top.
Shifting the pack on his back, the young man continued his foray into the growing light. It would be quite a while before he would ever return to his homeland of Etruria, land of the scholars. His dark hazel eyes shone with the excitement of one leaving home on a journey that his families' tradition. His quest of searching for what he destined to be has begun.
While he walked down the path leaving his home, his mind wandered to something else.
What would fortune and luck bring to him?
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Years had passed since, Mark Sunfire of Etruria, Apprentice Tactician had left his home. Now as an Master Tactician, he had the liberty to go ahead and start his own academy or tactics.
He was well off nowadays. The far off days of poverty and raggedness still lurk within the depths of his mind but yet his mind and body yearns for something. Something that he had never experienced of. Something that even a Master Tactician of Etruria cannot miss.
In his new study in his newly built home, he continued to correspond with his friends. In the three years that have passed since the fall of Nergal, joyful things have happened.
Lord Hector had married Lady Lyndis just after the final battle and they had a blue-haired child which they named Lilina. Mark had traveled to Ostia for a little visit once and he saw both the power and skill of both Hector and Lyndis within the child.
Lord Eliwood's minor advanced toward Ninian were subtle yet in the end, Ninian of the Dragonlands had given her heart to him. Just merely days after the pair had returned to Pherae, they announced their engagement. Just a few months later, they were declared to be husband and wife by Lucius. Their child, Roy, was red-headed just like his father but his disposition and cool-headedness were definitely from Ninian. His visit to Ostia had met up with the Pheraens by luck just as he was leaving.
Glancing at the painting of a Dragon from the Scouring on the wall, Mark's mind turned to the other comrades he had served alongside.
Sain, the Green Knight of Caelin was just about the only one to be still single. After all his advances on an "unknown cleric", he had only gotten inches within ripping his hair out.
A smirk strayed itself onto Mark's face.
Poor Serra. While everyone else called her "a persistent gold-digging *****", Sain was just about the only one left to block off those insults. Of course, the womanizing knight had an on-off relationship with the Ostian Cleric so by the time they came inches of calling it, Sain just had to say that he had something to do.
"You know," Mark recalled Sain saying one night while the Green Knight and the Cleric were talking at the dinner table at an inn. "Stuff that us men have to take care before marriage."
The smirk widened to a smile as Mark recalled how indignant Serra was when Sain said that phrase. It was all that he, Kent, and Sir Oswin were able to hold back the furious cleric from tearing Sain's face apart.
Mark's hand strayed to the painting that was mere inches away from his quill and parchment. On it was the crude drawing that Natalie and Dorcas had shown him when he first met them on his first journey serving Lady Lyndis. The great Warrior's might was somewhat hidden then but Mark tapped into Dorcas's potential and unleashed a giant that can be gentle and yet wrathful at the same time. The money that Dorcas "mysteriously" received from a "unknown benefactor" had finally healed Natalie's leg.
A small faint grin danced on the Master Tactician's lips. Dorcas had sent a letter telling him how wonderful it was to "finally see his wife able to run and do things that she wasn't able to do as a child." Just the mere thought brought the now joyful Warrior's face into view. What was once a solemn and protective husband became a joyful and still protective husband to Natalie.
Many of the rest had finally settled after the fall of Nergal. A thin grin danced on his lips.
Priscilla and Erk had been dancing around the subject of marriage. But finally after many weeks of such flirting, Raven made the poor Sage to dive ahead into the unknown world of matrimony. Erk's face was something to see when he was "bullied" by Raven to wed his sister under one condition. Stop trying to pull a Sain.
"But Sir Sain's what he is!" the poor Sage had protested. "I'm not even a single bit like him! I'm a magic-user, not some womanizing cur!"
Shaking his head in silent laughter, Mark's mind turned to another pair of compatriots from their quest.
Wil and Rebecca were such a predictable pair. Mark knew that Wil was from Pherae but he didn't know that Rebecca was the girl-next-door. Such things didn't happen very often in life and Mark was further surprised when he learned that the seadog "Dart" turned out to be Dan, Rebecca's own long-lost brother and Wil's long-lost best friend!
Just a few days ago, he received a letter from Dan telling him of the joy of seeing his sister wedding his best friend. The letter was still on his desk, opened and waiting to be read once more. The formerly amnesiac Pirate/Beserker's handwriting had barely improved since Dart had recovered.
Standing up and glancing outside of his study's window, Mark heaved a sigh against the glass. The clouds outside was overcast with small gaps of sunlight glancing through. The trees outside were devoid of their greenery as were the rest of the city. The once decrepit city had revived itself when he, Mark Sunfire, returned. Many had heard of his adventures with the Lycian nobles and of the downfall of Nergal and his feared Morphs.
The twinge of winter suddenly made the already pensieve Mark stop breathing momentarily. Out there in the skies of Etruria was a winged horse flapping its wings. It flew about in a fancy way that reminded him somewhat of the Pegasi Sisters of Ilia.
A knock was heard at the door as Mark began intent on the progress of the Pegasi Rider.
"Come in," Mark said in a quiet tone. The door swung inward. His apprentice, Garin Firewind of Etruria, stepped in with a covered tea tray.
"Your tea, Master," the green-haired youth said as he set the try down on his superior's desk. Lifting the lid, Garin laid the tea down. A large pot of tea, imported from the Sacae Plains, some delicacies from Lycia, and utensils and plates from Bern graced the desk.
Mark left the progress of the Pegasi Rider and sat down in his chair. His apprentice tilted the tea pot and poured quite a substantial amount of tea into his master's unusually large cup. A small bit of steam raised itself out of the steel cup, wafting like a sinous figure. Mark's eyes may have tricked him for he thought he saw what appeared to be a woman.
Like Fiora...
"Master?" Garin's voice pierced through the reverie. Turning to his puzzled apprentice, Mark gave a small faint grin. He raised his cup and promptly drained the hot liquid. The bitterness of gingeroot promptly switched to the sweetness of cinnamon.
"Something wrong, master?" Garin asked as he raised his eye-brows above his aquamarine eyes. Mark sighed as he traced the Bern designs on his cup.
"Yes, Garin," Mark said in a quiet tone with his eyes closed. "I am not exactly myself today."
"Sir?" came the puzzled answer.
Silence washed over the two. Mark knew that Garin was staring at him in wonderment, perhaps thinking that his Master was thinking up some new tactics that can be used in future conflicts. Was that young green-behind-the-ears apprentice very wrong...
"Nothing major, my apprentice," the Master Tactician replied as he opened his eyes. "Nothing important."
Gavin raised his eye-brows again. His master was usually quiet and well but he had never in the few months he had spent with his teacher missed a beat. But when his teacher says he's well, then he's well.
Mark and Gavin continued their afternoon tea in silence. Before he drained his cup of tea for the fifth time, Mark glanced outside his study's window.
The Pegasi Rider wasn't there anymore...
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Heh, I'm a sucker for the Pegasi Sisters. Girls on horses kicking butt, who needs more to think about?
As some of you have probably figured it out, this is a Fiora/Tactician pairing. Expect to see her in... within a few chapters, shall we say?
This is Kingkazul400, signing off!
*click*
(If ya'll want another chapter, please review!)