Alas, I have finally finished Fire Emblem Awakening. It was a truly great game, but the story isn't quite over yet. After downloading several DLCs I've been inspired to write a few short stories, this particularly being the summer scramble.
- Disclaimer: Fire Emblem characters do not belong to me.
- Notice: May contain spoilers. Storyline may deviate from original video game. Contains fantasy violence, mild language, and suggested themes.
The sun scorched down onto the field as the Shepherds fanned themselves in the blazing heat. Robin walked beside Chrom, his eyes examining the palm trees and green hills. For once in his life, he didn't know where they were. He stopped in tracks as their fearsome leader came to a halt as well.
"I may have miscalculated, I think we're lost."
"What?" The blue haired prince turned to face his clever tactician. "What do you mean we're lost?"
He ran his hands along the palm's bark. There was no familiarity within the scenery, he had traveled with the Shepherds for so long that he had nearly memorized every landscape by now. This was quite different from the plains they had traveled to.
"I believe Robin is correct." Miriel approached Chrom from the back of the group. She adjusted her spectacles as she too observed the environment. "I am not familiar with this area." The wind whipped along the forest, the air was cool and crisp, which only meant one thing. "But if my theory is true, we should be near the ocean."
Robin stopped to feel the pleasant breeze, Miriel was right. He nodded his head in agreement. "She's right, we should be close to the sea."
"Then we march forward." Chrom stated, "We can take a quick break once we've left this forest."
"I agree." Robin thought it best for them to evacuate the green setting, it made them vulnerable to any ambushes.
Miriel narrowed her eyes as she agreed to her leader's wise decision. The Shepherds continued to walk on.
Robin walked on as Lissa ran ahead to catch up with him.
"Are we still lost?" She looked at the blonde haired boy who produced a small grin.
"Yes, but I'm sure it won't stay this way for long." He reassured her to relieve her from any anxiety.
"Oh, ok" she held her staff with a firm grip. She hated feeling lost, it made her feel uneasy.
"Don't worry too much." He patted her on the head.
Lissa felt a little better, Robin always knew how to cheer her up. She opened her mouth to say something when she suddenly heard her name calling from behind the pack. It was her best friend Maribelle.
"You should probably go to her..." He tilted his head to the back.
"Yes, I probably should." She wanted to converse with the master tactician for a while longer, but if she stayed, Maribelle was sure to throw a fit. "I'll talk to you later then." She smiled at him as he returned it with a grin. Her yellow dress retreated from his sight as she joined the parasol wielding girl.
Fredrick rode on top of his horse, searching for a beautiful blonde. When he finally caught the Shepherd he dropped down and started walking beside the robed monk.
"Libra! Thank the gods, I was hoping I could find you."
"Hello, Fredrick. Is there something I can assist you with?"
"I have sinned deeply and frequently. Unforgivably in fact...Oh gods." He lowered his head, tightening his grip on his horse's reign. They were at the back of the group, their voices barely heard if they conversed.
"Now, now." He tried to calm down the stern faced horseman. "Were you going to confess these sins?"
"Yes...I..I absolutely must."
"Then I would hear your confession. Naturally whatever you say will be kept in strictest confidence, so try and relax." He calmly stated as they walked along. "Whenever you're ready."
"The truth is...lately I have struggled to keep my devotion to my masters in check. I fear that Chrom and Lissa have grown to despise me for it." His face pained to utter those very words.
"I...I see. But isn't such loyalty considered to be a virtue?" He didn't understand where this was going, nonetheless Fredrick continued.
"In general, yes..."
"Then perhaps you can be more specific regarding these...sins."
"Ah yes, let's see. For one, I decorated the walls of my tent with paintings of my beloved masters." He looked up, his face beaming with happiness. "It's so inspiring to wake up to their images each morning!" His expression quickly changed to sadness. "But when they had found out, they did not seem pleased."
"..." Libra walked in silence, his face strewn in confusion. It was hardly a sin.
"Next, I found a tear in Chrom's small cloths and set about mending it. When he saw this he angrily ordered me to dismiss such trifles."
Libra furrowed his brows, this was hardly a confession. "But those aren't si-"
Fredrick cut the monk if as he continued. "And then, on a cold morning, I thought it best to warm up Lissa's shoes so I held them to my breast to keep them warm. When she found me, she told me to take my own shoes and shove them up my-"
"Yes! Yes, I understand that it is a tad excessive, but-"
"Those are only but a few of my transgressions."
"Which means that the full total must be staggering..."
"Precisely!" He beamed once again. "Which is why I am in need of Naga's forgiveness."
"I'm not quite sure it's Naga's forgiveness you are in need of." He turned to Fredrick, who was completely serious about his predicament. "Perhaps it would be best to distance yourself from your masters."
"What?! But I.." This was not the advice he had expected to hear.
"Sometimes a bit of distance is needed to gain a proper perspective."
The great knight put some thought into it. "I..I suppose you're right. I shall endeavor to give it a try."
A smile formed upon Libra's face as they walked along the trail.
Lissa stood beside Maribelle as they chatted idly about several things such as: the war, Grima, and several boys from the Shepherds.
"I saw you conversing with Robin." The troubadour eyed her little treasure as she spoke. "Would you mind sharing what you two spoke about?"
"I just asked him if we were lost." Lissa replied easily.
"Oh really?" The blonde haired noble felt like teasing little Lissa today, perhaps she had grown bored from walking along the endless trail.
"Yes" she was starting to wonder why Maribelle was questioning her about Robin.
"You know, for a lowly commoner who has no class, he has a few...desirable qualities." She looked ahead, examining the platinum blonde haired tactician as he gave Chrom a perfect smile.
Lissa turned to her friend, "like what?"
"Well, I usually don't say this, but he is quite handsome."
The mage's cheeks flushed bright red, out of all the boys in the group Maribelle had to bring up Robin.
She noticed the hue of red around the young girl's face. "He also has a perfect smile, one so bright that most nobles would die for." She continued pressing on the topic, when there was no response she linked her arm into Lissa's. "Come now, don't tell me you have a crush on our clever tactician." She smiled at the mage beside her.
"W-What? No way..." Her heart raced as she watched Donnel and Vaike walk up to him.
"Don't deny it Lissa, it's perfectly normal." She reassured her with a smile. "It is about time you find yourself a proper suitor."
"There's no way-"
"Relax, I approve of him." She frowned at the thought of the two pairing up together. "I'm not completely fond of..the boy, but he is certainly qualified."
"What are you talking about?" She so desperately wanted to rid the subject in its entirety. "I..I'm going on ahead." Without another word she detatched herself from Maribelle as she disappeared into the sea of Shepherds.
"Well, that escalated rather quickly." She spoke to herself as the blonde pigtailed girl vanished.
For some reason, Robin fell back to the middle of the pack as Vaike and Donnel accompanied him. They followed behind Tharja as they watched her cloak move with every step carefully concealing her derriere.
"Umm..is there a reason why we're falling back?" Robin asked Vaike as they followed behind the dark mage.
Donnel held the reigns on Maribelle's horse, it struck him odd to think that the girl would bother walking on foot. "Yeah, I reckon' i'd have to agree with him."
"Just follow after ol' teach and enjoy the view." He said nonchalantly.
Robin stared ahead, there was nothing to see but Tharja's dark, raven hair. "But there's nothing to see..." He deadpanned at Vaike.
"Shusssh, wait for it..." He told the villager and tactician who both lacked his enthusiasm as they trudged along.
They were nearly out of the woodlands when a sudden, strong gust of wind picked up briefly lifting her cloak to reveal one of her greatest assets.
The three boys stopped in their tracks, surprised that the dim witted fighter was actually right. She moved quickly to block her arms from the wind, her hair flowing freely in the air for a few seconds. There was no doubt in their minds that Tharja was gifted with one of the best bodies between the Shepherds.
Once the wind died down she moved her head to the side to glance at the group behind her. Her dark gaze had an ominous aura as her eyes aimed for each boy. Vaike and Donnel slowly retreated to Robin's back as he swallowed hard, his cheeks beet red while he stood still.
She shot a single icy glare at him before walking forward. There was no hex or threat that came from her lips. She simply brushed the whole incident aside as if it never happened.
Once the coast was clear, Vaike and Donnel stood beside the master tactician. They placed their hands on each side of his shoulder, he had saved them temporarily.
"Ya sure are something." The villager said happily as he marched along.
The blonde haired fighter simply raised his eyebrows in approval. The two walked ahead, leaving Robin by himself as the image of the raven haired beauty remained in his mind. He shook his head to snap out of it as he ran to catch up with the group.
...To be continued
AN: i can't believe i actually wrote it, haha. Well, hope it wasn't too bad.
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