I dont own fire emblem!
Wasteland. There was no other way to describe it.
Where there were once thick forests dotted with dojos, there was now…nothing.
Few trees dared grow, and from the ashy soil small clusters of grass edged their way up – only now, years after the destruction of my homeland, did even the grass grow.
The thick ash crust broke beneath my boots as I made my way towards any distinguishable landmarks. It took time before I came across the one I wanted to get to. I had to check against my map multiple times, but then I was sure of it.
I was standing where there was once a house.
My house.
The cold wind whipped around me, tugging at my cloak, reminding me that amongst these ashes were the people and things I loved most.
My family, my dog, my home.
My country, my childhood.
The way the wind rippled through the trees and carried the birds calls – a completely different wind to the one which surrounded me now. The way the leaves crunched underfoot as I ran with my brothers and sisters around our home – not unlike the snow-like crackle of the ash.
The sound of an astral plane portal opening and closing alert me to the fact that there's someone there. I stand rigid, staring straight ahead as I head delicate footsteps towards me.
"Hey." Her quite voice slices through the wind as she rests her hand on my shoulder, once she draws up to my side. I turn slightly.
"Hey." I reply, placing my hand on top.
"Is this it?" She asks, looking around.
"This is where I was born." I replied. "30 years ago, today."
"Happy Birthday, my love."
She handed me the old Killer Bow she'd brought with her from the castle. I smiled as I saw it. It was the same bow I'd had when we'd met, when I'd tried to take out her army. When I couldn't take her out, she took me in.
I placed the bow on the ground, sticking up to the heavens. The broken string fluttered in the wind, and walked back to my wife, wrapping my arms around her, resting my head on her shoulder.
Whilst everything I had and loved in Kohga had been burnt to the ground by Mokushu, my life was all the better for it.
I became a refugee, then an outlaw.
Then finally, I learnt to love again. And I became a husband.
