Disclamer : Ffire Emblem Echoes: Shadow of Valentia belongs to its rightful creators and owners.
Summary : Alm's life hadn't been the only one weaved with a thread of lies.
Author's note : English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me ! This is also a translation of an OS I did last year.
This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.
A fabric of lies
His life had been nothing more than a beautiful canvas, only weaved with shiny but fragile threads of lies. His cousin... Alm, that yokel, was actually his cousin, the legitimate heir to Rigel's throne, his uncle's true successor, Emperor Rudolf's child. His uncle had fathered a child and that child lived, he even had committed kinslaying and kingslaying at the same time. As he watched the flames waltz in the religious circle, Berkut felt lost and helpless.
Who was he?
His entire life, he had been defined by what Rudolf had told him. He was then Berkut, the royal orphan, raised by his uncle, Emperor Rudolf of Rigel. He was childless and Berkut being his closest living relative, he'd inherit his throne. Berkut, the Emperor's nephew, crown prince, beloved by the people, the child who never stopped trying his best to please his regal parent, to be worthy of him, of the realm he'd rule over one day... Until, finally, one day, the most legitimate pretender came back to take his place, a place Berkut had simply kept warm for him. An acting prince, so the realm did not look weak because a heirless king is a stumbling king. His life had just been lies, vain and barren frustrations, and mockeries! Oh, how they much they must have laughed behind his back! Poor Berkut, ignorant of his true role! Smile at him, bow to him, make him believe the lies that were put in his head. His friends, had they been with him out of pity only? Had they been paid by his uncle to make him believe in his absolute power, while he knew his true heir was raised in some lost corner of Valentia? And Rinea? His beautiful, sweet, tender Rinea... She as well? Was she also part of that horrid plot? Had she been placed on hus path to feed him the illusion of a dreamy princely life, but one that wasn't really his? His uncle knew Alm was alive, so why had he been so hard on him? Why did he make him love him and admire him so much? Why did he give him so much, if it was only to take everything back at some point?
Who was he?
Where did he come from?
Where was he going?
Why was he going there?
There was only one thing left he actually knew:
He had never been anything and if he knew it, it was only Alm's fault.
His life had only been an illusion but he had been the happiest, craddled in that chimera created just for him, in that complicated puzzle in his uncle's plan.
And Alm had just destroyed his happiness, his entire life.
Since he didn't have anything left, he didn't have anything to lose anymore.
Alm was going to pay.
The End