Just trying out something a bit different with this. I know it's not very polished, and overall not very good in my opinion. I just really think that very few people ever look at Hector very deeply. I mean, sure, he's a bit thick sometimes, but seriously...
Huey:...
Ah, yes. You didn't get along with Hector very well, did you?
I don't own Fire Emblem. Well, I own the cartridge, but not the characters.
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He had known he would die.
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"Say, Eliwood, do you recall old Athos Graybeard's final words?"
"Of course."
"I sealed Armads away, I sealed Armads away, like it used to be, but... I can still feel its power pulsing inside me. War is coming. Someday, a terrible war... When that day comes..."
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When reports began to reach him of Bern's military buildup, mere whispers at the time, he had known his time was drawing near. Lord Athos' dire warning, prophesying with his dying breath the strife that was once again to engulf Lycia, the land he now led as Marquess of Ostia, echoed in his ears.
But that was not the only warning that haunted him in his dreams.
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"…you will not die peacefully, but in battle"
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He remembered the ethereal form of Durbans, of Armads, as he spoke. A rasp, his very breath permeated by the stench of war. His eyes, bloodshot but lifeless, the image of one consumed by battle.
When he had seen him, the mighty berserker who had become one entity with his axe, his name and very life defined by it, Hector had known. His life would also be immersed in war, until blood had crusted his very heart.
But he had also known that before his life came to a bloody close amid the carnage of battle, there would be clarity, a time of peace, of hope, in which he could take solace.
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He looked down into his arms, rendered speechless for the first time in his life by the delicacy of the child. Her eyes opened briefly, revealing clear blue irises.
"Lilina."
He glanced up at his wife. "What?"
"Lilina," Lyn repeated. "That's what Mark chose as a name when you asked him before ascending to the throne, remember? Of course, you were still convinced that she would be a he so you could have a son to pit against Eliwood's…"
Hector laughed as he recalled the conversation with the tactician, and leaned down to kiss her, cradling his newborn child before placing Lilina into her mother's arms. His laugh softened, finally dying out as he watched Lyn, exhausted, sleep with carefree expressions of pure bliss. For a moment, he wondered if he would ever truly be able to share their joy.
Then, he realized that he already had, and that that was all that mattered.
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It was in those clear blue eyes that he found true happiness. For as long as he could remember, he would have done anything for his friends. When Eliwood had been in danger, there was no question charging to the rescue, despite his brother's wishes. And should that not be double true for his family?
Whenever he felt the blood tide simmering, a dread of his end to come, he looked at her, the embodiment of all that made his life worthy.
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"For the sake of our children's futures, I'll stop anything that may happen. I'll sacrifice my life to make it so."
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He had meant those words, and now they came about. He coughed again, tasting blood.
"...Lilina...one...more.........time... ...!!"
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