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(Build: 01 / Face: 02 / Hair: 02 ( Kinda changes to 01) / Color: 12)
(I own nothing of the game, characters or anything else, besides these words.)
((No I didn't create these words literally. I'm not a dictionary))
(((I improvised 'Robin' or 'Avatar' for my most powerful character's name.)))
((((All relationships will be the same as in that save too!))))
(((((ANNND Some of the lines are improvised, I forget them. Although I AM going for some originality anyways. Haha...)))))
[Please don't hate, this is my first story, and It's about Ricken because he gets the least attention with stories. Even Kellam has more than him. YES. Kellam.]
If you enjoy it at all, I'm very happy :)
"D-don't go...!" He tried not to cry, but against his wishes, tears streamed down his face.
She held her right hand to her heart. The ring given to her shining in the burning amber sunrise as she also struggled against her own tears. Finding the words as the time came speeding closer - the moment when she would be completely lost - was harder than finding about her lineage. The medium height woman smiled at her fiancee, they had held off their marriage until the right time, but it seemed it would never come now.
"I can't keep our promise now..." She cried, her lower lip quivering, "I swore I'd stand beside you until you were taller than me. Until I would have to stand on my toes to kiss you, until I could bury my face in your chest, and have you feel comfortable walking beside me."
"No, Nahra..."
"I love you." She became more transparent, seeming to mix into the sun, "I have since we met, and, I'm so... I'm so sorry..."
She waved to them all, her bright blue hair one with the wind as she looked back to the sun, thinking; 'God's... please take away his pain someday...'
All that escaped his lips as every other soldier watched was a pained sob, and he beat the ground with his fist. Others noticed the situation they were in as Grima started to fall, they had one chance to leave and it had to be then. Chrom pulled on the young man's arm as his future son also ushered him away. He felt useless, before he felt simply weak, but in that one moment, he felt all his studying and practice of magic was a waste if he couldn't do something so simple...
As save the woman he loved.
(A field in the country of Ylisse)
She woke up without memory, and with only a tome of magic, a iron sword, and a mark on the back of her hand that felt important.A strange man and equally strange young woman found her lying in a field surrounded with patches of wildflowers. Offered a hand, she took it and
The younger of the two men was strangely dressed in a one-sleeved tunic with armor over the sleeved arm. A white cape followed behind him although being tossed about by the breeze. As she had drowsily sat up the girl smiled causing her grey eyes to crinkle. Then her eyes went to the taller man standing a few paces behind, a brown haired man in sky-blue armor that made him look important.
When the woman spoke his name they all became alight with curiosity. No. With suspicion.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes... Thank you." She saw a man in large armor staring her down. "Er...I think?"
"Then may I ask your name?" The man with sea-blue hair asked.
"It's... Gods, I... can't remember my name...!"
The young woman, gasped, "I've heard of this - she has amnesia!"
"A likely story." The knight scoffed, "She's obviously a spy."
"Even so, what kind of Shepards would we be to leave a woman confused and alone on the side of the road?"
"But milord-"
Timid and unsure as to what was going on as the two men discussed things, the girl smiled at her, and trotted over as her wild pig-tails bobbed about. She felt something about her, she felt like she was being warmed by the sun, like she was laying on the ground, relaxing, but more... well, peaceful.
"I'm Lissa!" Her smile was practically infectious. "Those two are Frederick and Chrom, but you already knew my brother's name."
"I..."
Giggling, the amnesiac looked up to see her smile still going strong, "Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll remember something soon!"
She returned the smile, "Thank you... Lissa."
"Anytime!"
Even while feeling reassured by the young woman's beaming personality she was shortly informed they were taking her along with them. Unable to protest, her hand was taken by this oddly familiar stranger who intended to become her friend. The only thing from making her feel as if she was a prisoner was Lissa's warm hand holding hers.
They had been walking a while, she saw the girl dragging her feet in fatigue. Quietly, the amnesiac asked if she was all right, she gave no complaint. A sharp glare from Frederick every few seconds made her feel as if small daggers were pointed at the back of her neck, waiting for one sign to sink in.
On the outskirts of town they stopped a moment, something about the air seemed off, "Am...I to be your prisoner?"
"You'll be free to go on your way once we establish you're no enemy of Ylisse." Chrom made no gesture of hostility.
"Ylisse? Is that where we are?"
"This woman is quite the actress!" The great knight laughed harshly. "You claim to know milord's name but have no idea of the haildom you are in?"
Flushing with horror, she cried, "I'm being serious!"
Lissa hugged her, "Frederick, you're awful!"
The man scoffed and muttered under his breath, she still heard, 'quite the actress indeed', making her blink as she felt a twinge in the back of her head. She turned suddenly, Lissa backing up ever so slightly.
"Nahra."
"No." She giggled, "I'm Lissa."
Shaking her head, Nahra smiled, "I remembered my name."
Being grabbed in another hug, she felt her eyes widen, "Hey! I guess coming with us was a good idea after all!"
Nahra was unsure if that had anything to do with the sudden realization of her name, but merely smiled and let the girl throw her ideas around. Then as she was turning the girl let out a scream.
"Chrom! The town!"
Everyone turned to see the town where they were headed in chaos, and ablaze. The scent on the air was of burning wood and blood.
A flash of images in the back of her mind rushed Nahra.
In the circle of arms, she heard panting as the body holding her ran, and eventually tripped. Giving her a view of what was behind them, many guards were approaching this small version of her and the hooded woman beside her, reaching for her.
"Go! Nahra, GO!"
The small girl stood her ground as she saw a wall of people in front of her.
She had no idea what the memory was, or who that woman was, but she looked to see the three running for the town, and took after. Some part of her knew she needed to help... no, she wanted to help. The three were already on the edge of battle as she ran up, panting, but before they noticed her they charged and she was left to fend for herself. In that moment three bandits were now cornering her against a wall,
Nahra watched them carefully and found herself reaching for any opening before she could be stopped. Smashing her elbow into a bandits face she took his sword while he was incapacitated and with a kick to her left one was on the ground and she threw a strong thrust into the other's chest. Finishing the last two she saw the others fighting to get near the leader while helping civilians along the way.
"Mommy!"
Her head snapped in the direction of a small child's cry, she wouldn't get there in time to stop what would happen with her sword. A young mother was reaching for her child who was being held by a bandit and she was about to be pierced by another's blade.
Nahra saw the images in her mind once again and saw red.
Without a second thought she searched the large pockets of her over-sized robe to find a small magic tome. Devising a plan as quick as possible, she shot a bolt of lighting into the bandit about to strike the woman, and then swept in to finish the one holding the child.
"T-thank you...!"
The woman picked up her trembling child who had quickly clung to the amnesiac's leg. He stared at her as they ran to shelter. She saw Frederick and Chrom fighting bandits in the front, but they had flanked them and were going for Lissa. Quickly, and very nearly losing her footing, Nahra guarded the cleric from an attack, taking the brunt of the heavy axe as she blocked with her sword.
Grunting, she looked back, "Go!"
Lissa ran closer to Chrom as she parried and slashed before a bandit had lunged at her. She had no time to react but Chrom had disrupted his attack and took the enemy out.
"Seems like you needed a hand."
Breathing heavily, she nodded, "Y-yeah. I noticed your flank was exposed-"
He smirked, as they caught up to the others, "Tactics in an ambush situation?"
"It's... easy for some reason. I can't explain why."
"Then take the lead." She looked at him, in shock, but saw his eyes. Was this a sort of test? She wondered.
"Frederick!" The knight looked at her, already hearing what was said, "Take the lead, Lissa stay center, Chrom and I will cover the rear!"
"Right!" Lissa followed close with the Knight as the two in the rear kept enemies away from her.
They came upon the leader who was muttering mad words about sheep. Nahra told Lissa to stay back as Chrom would try to take a frontal approach and Frederick would try to circle around him and strike.
It took mere moments for the leader of the bandits to fall, he was over confident and fell for Chrom's distraction. As he laid in a pool of his own blood he gurgled out more threats and a warning.
"Something...worse than...wolves are coming for...you..."
After those words he fell silent and before they could rest they went about putting out fires and tending to wounds of civilians. Nahra saw the small boy again, when he noticed it was safe he ran to her, against the wishes of his mother.
"Thank you!" He hugged her legs.
She had become the center of attention, now not in the heat of battle she was back to being shy and somewhat timid. Blushing at the eyes on her she smiled and pet his hair.
"Grow strong, and protect your mother, okay?"
The little boy then ran off again yelling, "Yeah!"
Unable to hide behind her short hair, she looked back to see three pairs of eyes watching her. Her face turned a red deeper than the blood around her as Lissa promptly began to tease her. Chrom nodded, making a silent decision as his knight recognized the look in his eyes.
While his little sister was praising the woman he walked up to her, they both watched as he made her a proposal that would change everything. And what could she do but accept?