Dreamer

"It had always been her dream to be one of the famed Pegasus Knights of Ilia."

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She remembered toddling out into the yard, tears streaming down her cheeks and blood dripping from the fresh scrape on her knee. She was trying to be quiet, not wishing to be teased by Farina for falling down the front steps. "Baby!" She'd say, and Florina was most certainly not a baby anymore. She was four years old, only a few days shy of her fifth birthday. No, most certainly not a baby.

Walking didn't seem to be helping; she wasn't as strong as either of her sisters, both of whom would have been able to ignore the constant throb that emanated from the injured appendage. So after making sure that she was hidden from sight behind a bush, Florina sat and began to blow carefully on the scrape. Fiora always did that when she was hurt, and it seemed to make things get better faster.

It was as she sat there with puckered lips, puffing tiny breaths of air at her knee that it caught her attention. A flash of wings, bright with the rays of the sun passed overhead and tore both the child's eyes and mind away from her injury. At first she thought it was an angel, and her eyes went wide.

She was still standing there when Farina found her later, bloody knee and all squinting up at the sky. The older girl stared with astonishment at the picture, until Florina pointed at the sky with a tiny finger. "Angels."

Farina looked where her sister pointed and laughed. "Not angels. Those are Pegasuses! Horses with wings!"

When Florina stood blinking uncomprehendingly, Farina grasped her arm and dragged her back inside, moving almost faster than her younger sister could keep up. The older child stopped suddenly in front of the meager collection of books that their family owned and pulled out a ragged volume. Hurriedly she flipped through the pages, heedless of the tiny bends and tears that she made while doing so.

"Here! See?"

She set the book down on the floor where they could both view it more easily. Florina stared wide eyed at the artwork, ignoring the words. Upon half the page, a glorious white horse with beautiful wings seemed to rise up into the sky, carrying a small woman upon its back. Farina wriggled beside her giddily. "When I grow up, I'm going to be a Pegasus Knight like that woman. I'll make bunches of money and we'll be rich!"

Florina turned solemnly towards her sibling. "I want to be a Pegasus Knight too."

She couldn't articulate it then, but all she really wanted was to fly on the back of those glowing wings.

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AN: I blame Kitten Kisses. She goes and writes things that give me all sorts of questions, so I go start to play Fire Emblem again. And what would you know? Bam! Plots for drabble. So yeah, I blame her. I did enjoy writing this however, so don't think the blame is anything but good in this case. ^-^

As per usual, any mistakes are my own. I own not Fire Emblem. R&R people!