Disclaimer: Despite my best efforts, I still don't own Fire Emblem or any of the characters, places, or things you recognize. Except for Valerie, who won't appear until chapter 4. So. Yeah.

Characters: Eirika, Seth, Ephraim

Pairings: Seth/Eirika, Ephraim/Tana

Warnings: Derp. I'll get back to you on that one. Rated T for on-screen combat and moderate violence/blood. Oh, and don't read if you don't like the idea of Eirika being psychic.

Author's Notes: Muses. You learn to love to hate them. Mine dropped this idea into my head like a bomb, except it did so at quarter to one AM. It KNEW I had to get out of bed at quarter past five AM that day . That said, I will forgive my muse since this is the first time in a long while I've been struck with an idea that allows for, and actually calls for, more than one chapter. The 'Supernatural' category in this is for Eirika's 'gift,' but that's about where it ends.

I thank my buddy Josh for proofreading this chapter.

She woke up right next to him, and mockingly ran her hand through his red hair after propping herself up on her elbows. His back was turned to her and he didn't react, but she knew he could be a fast sleeper if he wanted to. She smiled, struck back the sheets of her bed and stepped out, expecting to slip her feet into the plush slippers waiting on the dark, wooden floor.

Instead, her bare feet touched water. She looked down to confirm it, confused. When she looked back up, she wasn't in her room anymore. There was a thick fog all around her, nothing but water on the ground and fog above the water as far as she could see. A feeling of dread came over her as she ran forwards a few steps, but what she saw didn't change at all.

As she slowed down, looking at her feet again, she noticed that the water was darker. Deeper? No, it was distinctly a change of color in the water itself. It was turning… red. Blood! Her mind, stained by the war she had fought just a few months ago, immediately assumed the worst and she reached for her sword. She carried nothing on her waist. Still, she started walking in the direction the bloodflow came from.

Not caring she was unarmed and had no cover whatsoever, she approached the lone figure she saw sitting on its knees. She recognized him- the red hair she had run her hand through just seconds ago, the greyish blue armor over the black clothes and overcoat she knew so well… She ran over to him, putting her hands on his shoulder, only for him to fall back into her touch. She caught him, now noticing the sword in the water in front of him. Most of the blood had been washed off by the current, but it was obvious that it was the source of that blood.

Well, the primary source of the blood was the man in her arms, of course. Somehow, the sword had been smashed through his armor, drawing blood and leaving a deep, large wound. She pressed her hand to it, but it was very little use. Within seconds, a shadow loomed over her… when she looked up, she was met with a black-robed figure hovering inches above the water, raising a scythe high above its head… Then, she was hit on the back of her head with something hard as someone called her name, and she blacked out…

"…milady? Lady Eirika?" Her eyes fluttered open and she found herself gazing at the ceiling of her room, in which the heraldry of the Renais Royal family was etched. The rearing griffin silently screeched in the direction of the door, with what Eirika had always assumed to be Siegmund the Fire Lance (currently held by her twin brother) in one claw and Sieglinde the Thunder Blade (which she herself possessed) in the other.

She examined the laurels sprouting at the griffon's feet and growing up the edges of the shield it was standing in for a good while until she registered the voice of the maidservant that had called her before. She looked to her side, where she spotted a young girl with brown hair. There was no way she was older than Eirika herself. "My lady… you don't look so well." It was only now that Eirika realized why she was able to see her family heraldry- she had fallen out of bed for the… what was it? The fifth time this month?

And she was sweating, too. Not much of a surprise considering what she had dreamed. Now, the fact that shew as wide awake, and could still remember every single image of the dream, meant it had been more than just that- a simple dream. Not that she needed this minor indicator of a higher meaning- the nausea and the sweating told her enough. "I- I'll be fine," she said to the girl in the doorway as she tried to sit upstraight. How in the world had she gotten her legs tangled up in her bedsheets like a caterpillar in a cocoon? "Could you prepare a bath for me? Or find me something to eat?"

"Y-yes, my lady." The servant seemed a little hesitant to leave her lady alone, but when it became apparent Eirika wasn't going to ask anything else, she did as requested. Eirika personally busied herself trying to untangle herself, but only with half a mind. With the other half of her mind, she started going over the dream she had had. She didn't have to think twice on the identity of the fallen man she had encountered. She had seen him often enough to recognize him in her dreams -quite literally- and it had been general Seth, the leader of the knights of Renais. The figure that had approached them before Eirika had woken up from what she now knew to be the impact of the floor against her head, had been pretty clear, too. That was death.

What bothered her was everything else- the wound he'd had, the water and the fog around them, and the fact that her dream had started in this very room with her waking up next to Seth. At least she assumed it was Seth- she had only seen him from the back. She could tell that the wound was what would do him in, and the fact that the blood had reached her hand could signify that she would have some part in his death. Not to mention the weapon had been a sword- her weapon of choice. Of course, it could be that she was looking too much into it.

The fog, on second thought, was not that much of an issue, although it signified an issue- the powers that were could not tell Eirika much about Seth's approaching death. They could show her that he was going to die… but not who would kill him, or under what circumstances. It was something that commonly popped up in these dreams. The sword did imply murder though. So that left the water… and the opening scene. That really bothered her. Everything pointed towards Eirika having something to do with Seth's fall.

It had to be a mistake. Even if she were somehow strong enough to overcome the inhumanly disciplined, talented and skilled Paladin, she would never have the heart to hurt him. She had promised him she would stop loving him, but thus far, she had not been able to do so. Out of everything she had and everyone she knew, Seth was the most precious to her. Even more so than Ephraim… although she would never say that out loud to either of them. By the time her bath arrived, Eirika had finally managed to free herself and she tossed the blankets back onto the bed. Housekeeping could make her bed properly later.

Eirika set out to find her brother after she was bathed, dressed and groomed. She marched through the marble halls of the castle of Renais, attempting not to look like she had urgent news to deliver to the king, but still in quite the hurry to get to him. Her first thought had been to find Seth himself, but she knew he would not believe her just like that. And if one didn't believe that Eirika's dreams were more than dreams, then the message she would transfer by telling Seth it was him she dreamed about would only serve to anger him.

Second best course of action? Warn Ephraim, and ask him to warn Seth while Eirika tried to interpret the unclear parts of the prophecy. Ephraim was smart. He'd find a way to convince Seth of the danger without treading onto supernatural grounds. "Brother?" The door to the king's chambers was open, but she knocked on it anyway as she walked in. "Do you have a minute?"

If Eirika were to look up 'king' in a dictionary, she was almost certain she would find a portrait of her brother rather than a definition there. Especially the way Ephraim sat there, with what she assumed was a cup of tea as he looked over a small stack of papers. He looked up at her when he heard her voice. "Huh? Oh, Eirika. I'm actually… ah, who cares." He got up, setting down the cup Eirika now saw was empty. Despite them being twins, Ephraim was significantly taller than his sister. Eirika never really noticed that when he sat, but as soon as he rose, she saw it clearly. "What's the matter? You look serious."

"That's probably because I am serious." Eirika hadn't even realized she'd looked different from usual. Now she wondered how many of the people she had passed in the hallway had noticed. "Brother, I… I've been dreaming again. Don't do that!" Ephraim had pinched the bridge of his nose when she had said that. "You know my dreams aren't flukes, Ephraim!"

Ephraim sighed. "You're right, I can't ignore that you effectively predicted half of the events of the War of the Stones half a year before Grado invaded Renais." The king did not lower his hand as he spoke. "But Eirika, just as we can't just brush aside all your dreams as mere… well, dreams, we can't up and believe every single one of them to be a-"

Eirika didn't bother waiting until her brother was done with his rambling. "Seth is going to die."

Ephraim promptly stopped and looked at her. "Seth? As in, general Seth? Our Seth?" Eirika only nodded. "You'd better have good reason to believe that. Seth's the stuff of legends- I don't think there's anything that can get to him."

"Murder can," Eirika said. "Anyone can be murdered, Ephraim. And contrary to what the common folk may like to believe, Seth, too, is only human. He gets tired. He gets sick." Ephraim nodded. There was some truth to what Eirika was saying. "I, too, know Seth is impossibly strong," she added. "But Ephraim, you weren't there when he got that horrible wound… I was convinced he'd die when I saw him take that blow!"

Ephraim crossed his arms and shook his head. "Okay. What you're saying might possibly hold ground. But Eirika…" He put his hand to his forehead and shut his eyes, thinking. "Who would possibly want Seth dead? Just as he's well-known in the kingdom, he's also well-loved. Especially amongst the knights. Who in the world would harbor ill will towards the Silver Knight?"

"Moonstone Valter for one…" Eirika muttered, causing Ephraim to groan.

"Still going on about that? If I didn't know better I'd swear you were having nightmares about that beast."

"You didn't hear the things he said to me!"

"Okay, fair enough, calm down." The king raised his hands in a gesture for calm. "Anyone else? Someone who isn't dead, possibly?" Eirika only glared at him. "Don't give me that look, Eirika. We can't protect Seth if we don't know what to protect him from."

"Seth can protect himself," Eirika said, grumpy, "If he knows he's in danger. Ephraim, you have to tell him."

"Why me?" Ephraim said. He wasn't whining, but Eirika could tell he was confused. "You're the psychic. You can explain to him better why you're so convinced he's in danger." He cocked his head to a side. "Actually, I'm not even sure why you believe so, other than that you dreamed it. I just trust you to know what you're talking about."

"…Seth won't talk to me in private and I don't want to tell him in front of all his subordinates. Besides, I don't expect him to have a lot of faith in my… gift…" Eirika studied the grains of the wooden floor. "Ephraim, he will listen to you. You can make it sound like you have a reliable source…"

Ephraim sighed. "…okay, fine. I'll talk to him and warn him. But I can't promise a thing, Eirika." That was fine. As long as Seth heard it, Eirika knew he would keep it in the back of his head… "If you encounter a servant or recruit, tell them to send him to my chambers. I'm not going anywhere today." He looked at the papers he had been working with before.

Eirika smiled despite herself. "The paperwork for your marriage to Tana?"

"Don't get me started." He took the empty cup to hand. "If it's a servant you see, don't forget to also tell them I need a fresh cup of tea. The hotter the better." Eirika still smiled as she left the room.

"I'll see to it. Thank you, Ephraim… really."

Author's Notes: Much as with Wolfing Out, I can at this point in time not say how many chapters this fic will have nor how long these chapters will be. The only thing I can give you in advance is the update schedule. As the summary says, I'll be updating this every Friday. When this first chapter goes up, I have a buffer of several chapters, so I should be able to keep it up. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about Wolfing Out. Revising is just going to need much more time than I thought, so expect an irregular update schedule on that one.

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