Hero and a Priestess
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I'm just a big fan of the game and am writing a fan fiction. I am in absolutely no way connected to the production, selling, or anything else of any Fire Emblem games. With that out of the way time for my first fan fiction.
An Ike x Miciaih fan fiction that takes place during part III: Intersecting Vows and follows a story line which I personally thought would make a lot of sense/had brewing in my mind for a while, and I'm not sure where I'm going with this thing yet.
Limbs of corpses could be seen poking out of the shallow waters in certain areas; they belonged to both beorc and laguz alike from the battle that took place several nights before. A rancid stench emitted from the water and hung heavily in the previously clean, crisp air. The river surged around the dead, attempting to cleanse its waters of the poisonous bodies that refused to be budged.
Men clad in ebony armor rushed about frantically to take up their positions along the marshy grounds that dotted the middle of the infested river. The recently deceased were trampled by boots, driving them further and further into the mud. The soldiers ignored the rigid forms beneath their feet for the most part; several would occasionally bend over to take something of value from a fallen soldier. These soldiers were Daein's Imperial Army, and eagerly awaited their next opponent as the last few stragglers fell into place. Their morale unnaturally high for such a dismal setting, but due to their general and previous victory the scenery wasn't a problem.
The general of the Daein Army was a short silver haired girl; with a kind disposition and gentle golden-brown eyes she seemed unfit for a general. However, there is more to this girl than meets the eye. The Silver-Haired Maiden, the Priestess of Dawn, and Miciaih, are all the names by which she is referred to. She posses the ability of far sight, can sacrifice her own energy to heal someone else, and is a well accomplished user of the light magic arts. Miciaih would be a very problematic foe for any normal enemy, but her opponents were far from the ordinary. She faced an enemy that crushed her homeland three years prior during the Mad King's War. They would put Daein's new found strength to a fierce and bitter test.
Squad leaders barked orders to their men as wyverns took wing over the rushing waters of the river. The Greil Mercinaries, Crimea's elite fighting force, came into view one by one. Each and every one of them a battle hardened soldier, capable of taking down groups that vastly outnumbered them. Their leader, Commander Ike, strode confidently towards the far bank of the river, pointing and giving orders as he walked. His massive sword, Ettard, had already drawn as he broke into a brisk run into the river followed by his company and several laguz.
"Sothe," Micaiah began uncertainty evident in her voice. "Could you tell me more about Ike?"
Sothe simply stared at her with eyes wide, his jaw moving but no words came out. He regained some of his composure and replied with "I thought you didn't like me talking about Commander Ike to you," a slight tone of jealousy hidden in his tone.
Micaiah knew Sothe too well and was able to pick up on even his slightest change of voice. She hurriedly explained that it was only to better understand her enemy. Convinced with her answer Sothe relayed to her everything that he knew about Ike from when they fought together three years prior. The information Micaiah had once regarded as useless and annoying, washed over her flooding her body with dread.
"He is nothing like Pelleas," she muttered more to herself then anyone.
"They don't even compare! Pelleas lacks any leadership skills whatsoever!" Sothe ranted on about more of the new king's short comings.
"He wants what's best for Daein, I can feel it."
Micaiah's response was a feeble defense at best and there was no conviction or heart in her voice. Sothe merely brought up Daein's involvement in Begnion's war with the laguz, and how they shouldn't even be fighting. His words screamed through her flesh, tearing apart her very being, before burring themselves deep within her mind, taunting her position as general.
"Show me how you've improved in these past years, son of Gawain," the Black Knight muttered to himself near the silver haired general. Micaiah watched as one of Daein's former Four Riders strode towards his position on the battlefield. How could that man move so easily under so much armor?
"The Greil Mercenaries really are here," Zihark shouted out from across the river. "Sorry, but I've got to turn back for now."
Zihark rushed past the commanders at the rear, blood flowing freely from numerous wounds and an arrow protruded forth from his left shoulder. Micaiah returned her attention to the advancing enemy. Astonished she was that they had already brushed aside half of her forces and were relatively unharmed. The dying gasps of soldiers sounded to the western side of the river. Jill could be seen hovering nearby, watching as an unknown man wreaked havoc amongst those on that small spot of land.
All sounds of fighting stopped save for that of two warriors. The Black Knight was locked in a fierce duel with Ike, and they appeared to be very evenly matched. Cheering from both sides could be heard as each swordsman exchanged blow after blow. Bit by bit, Ike started to advance on the Black Knight pushing him towards the deeper part of the river. That's when Ike's foot landed on a muddy hole, sending him stumbling forward. Not wasting an opportunity, the Black Knight struck with deadly accuracy. Alondite pierced through Ike's shoulder armor as if it were a piece of rice paper, and continued on through his left shoulder. Ike's face contorted as the agonizing pain washed over him.
The shoulder blade had been split by the sword, but it could be easily corrected by magic. However, the Black Knight wasn't finished with Ike's shoulder quite yet. He twisted Alondite, his actions were accompanied with the sickening sound of shattering bone. Ike's face was void of all color, his eyes empty and hollow. Victorious cries were shouted by all the on looking Daein soldiers. The knight pulled his blade from his opponents destroyed shoulder, and delivered a vicious kick to one of his legs. Ike is sent sprawling face forward onto the soft, muddy earth. The Black Knight towered over him in triumph.
"Are you done yet, Son of Gawain?" the knight asked with no emotion in his voice.
"Fuck off," Ike gasped, followed by him coughing up spurts of blood and saliva. "I won't die so easily."
Ike rolled off to his left as Alondite split the ground where he was a fraction of a second ago. The cheering on Daein's side quieted down several degrees, as Ike pushed himself onto his feet.
"That is amazing," Micaiah breathed her voice barely above a whisper. "Why doesn't he die?"
"That's Ike for you," Sothe replied.
She turned to face her green haired protector, a look of utter terror filled her eyes as she realized for the first time how powerful Ike truly was. Micaiah watched as Ike told his companions to leave him alone, and let him finish his fight without any interference. His shoulder was a complete bloody mess and it looked like the leg that the Black Knight kicked was broken. Despite these fatal injuries, Ike could still fight on.
'He's just invincible. He can't die for some reason,' was all Micaiah could think of as Ike continued to fight off Daein's strongest general.
The fight raged on, and Ike seemed to be getting stronger as the fight progressed. He was once again forcing the Black Knight to shy away from his ruthless attacks. Then it happened, Ike slipped past the Black Knight's defenses and stabbed him in one of the cracks in his ebony armor. Ike slashed his sword downward along the crack, widening the wound before pulling Ettard out again. Ike followed up with two quick strikes designed not to actually strike his opponent, but rather to knock him off balance. With the knight off balance, Ike moved in to finish his most hated foe. He delivered a blow of unnatural force from the Black Knight's left shoulder down towards his right hip, leaving a bleeding 'X' in the knight's armor. Daein's former rider, the most powerful general of the Mad King's War, the Black Knight, fell to his knees. Utterly defeated.
"Now you finally die, you murdering piece of shit," Ike spat as he raised Ettard high above his head. "Good-bye and good riddance."
"No!" Micaiah shouted as Ettard began its descent towards the head of the Black Knight.
Ike's sword never made contact with anything but the ground where the knight had been. The Black Knight had vanished in a flash of light, fleeing the field of battle and abandoning the Daein army. Ike roared in rage, as his enemy had evaded death for a second time. Three people wielding staves rushed to Ike's side; one a girl with chestnut hair and blue eyes, the second a man in white robes, and the third a thin man with a red mark on his forehead. The three of them immediately enveloped Ike in a faint glow of blue light as they treated his wounds.
A large man with huge muscles and green hair stepped forth to take Ike's spot at the front. He wielded a huge ax as if it were light as a stick. This man slew two knights with ease, and for the first time the Greil Mercenaries stepped foot on the other side of the river. Edward rushed forward, Caladbolg already drawn and at the ready. Micaiah heard Laura shout a warning to the boy as he rushed into the fray, but he still believed himself to be invincible. He engaged with a girl that possessed purple hair and big green eyes.
The other mercenaries rushed past the dueling pair of sword fighters, and toward Micaiah and the remaining Daein's. Edward matched each of the girl's blows, their speed was equal, but both had something that the other did not possess. Edward was much stronger; however this girl clearly had a lot more combat experience. Her technique was eventually what allowed her to overcome Edward. She slipped her curved Wo Dao blade past Edward's sword, and drove it deep within his chest. The blade dripped with rubies as it protruded from Edward's back.
"Edward! No!" Laura screamed as said person stumbled backward and fell into the deeper waters of the river.
Laura rushed to Edward's aid, her staff in hand. However, to get to Edward she would need to get through almost every single member of the Greil Mercenaries and several laguz. Still, Laura charged into the fray, ignoring the fact that it was suicide for someone like her to do so. The green haired man saw her running in his direction and readied his ax. He noticed something wasn't quiet right though and turned to see a fallen Edward thrashing in the water, trying to keep his head above the surface. The man let Laura pass without confrontation.
"It's over Micaiah," Sothe muttered. "Without the Black Knight here to stop Ike, he will destroy us without much effort."
"But Sothe-" Micaiah began, however Sothe cut her off.
"Remember how I said that if things got too hot…" he never got to finish as an arrow pierced him through the chest.
"Sothe!" Micaiah screamed.
"Sorry little Sothe, but you know that it's nothing personal. Just doing my job," said a man with red hair pulled back in a pony tail.
"Damn you Shinon," Sothe hissed through gritted teeth.
"Watch that mouth of yours boy," the man named Shinon warned. "It's no coincidence that you're still breathing. In case you've forgotten, I never miss my target. I spared your life on purpose. However, if you keep this up I might just silence you for good."
Micaiah scanned the field to see who was alive, and among those, who could still fight. It slowly dawned on her as her eyes darted from one dead or severely Daein to another, that she was all that was left.
'I'm the only one left,' she thought as feared gripped her, choking away her breath.
Ike strode toward her; his wounds had been completely healed. Micaiah began to mumble words in the Ancient Language, summoning her favorite spell that she learned in her Thani spell book. In her fear and the fact that she was rushing, she failed to pronounce every word correctly. The spell lacked any power whatsoever, and Ike was able to brush it aside with no effort at all.
Micaiah closed her eyes as Ike closed the distance between them. At least she had tried her best to stop the Laguz Alliance, but the Greil Mercenaries proved to be far too powerful. She was ready to die, the thought didn't even scare her; death was inevitable, she couldn't beat Ike or any of them for that matter. However, no fatal blow was dealt to her. Slowly Micaiah cracked open one eye to take a peak as to the reason she was still breathing.
Ike's leather jerkin was all she could see; the rest of him loomed ominously overhead. He was a lot taller up close then at a distance, but Micaiah isn't exactly the tallest person either. She had to take a few steps back and tilt her head back just to see his face.
A blush tinted her cheeks as she took in the stature of the man before her. 'He's very handsome' she thought. A look of dread filled her features when she realized what she was thinking. 'No! No! No! That is wrong! He is my enemy! Focus Micaiah! Stay focused and don't look at him!' she screamed mentally, chastising herself. Her eyes dashed anywhere and everywhere, as long as they weren't on him.
"Surrender and allow us to pass or we will slaughter every last one of you," Ike spoke evenly and without emotion.
Despite that, his voice still sent shivers throughout her body. The feeling was alien and only made her blush deeper. Micaiah hung her head in order to hide it from the mercenaries before her, but Ike had clearly caught site of to color on her face. He let out a small chuckle before repeating his earlier statement, this time with more kindness and no threat. Micaiah only nodded her head and signaled for them to pass.
"Priestess!" a Daein soldier shouted as he came running from the direction of the camp. "The sub-humans are attacking us from behind! What are-" he stopped as he saw the enemy soldiers before him. "Get away from her!" he warned, lowering his lance and charging at Ike.
Ike threw Ettard into the ground as the soldier charged him. He reached out and grabbed the shaft of the lance as the soldier stabbed at him. Ike twisted the lance out of the soldier's hand and broke it over his knee.
"Please stop," Micaiah pleaded with the soldier as he drew a dagger from his belt. He turned to look at her in shock. "Order our troops to stand down and let these soldiers trough," she motioned toward the Greil Mercenaries behind her. "We shall tend to the wounded and return to Daein. Quickly soldier, go tell the others. The longer you tarry here, the more casualties we suffer."
The man turned and sprinted back the way he'd come from. Micaiah watched him leave before sighing and returning her attention to Ike.
"You were nothing more than a diversion?" it was more of a statement then anything else. Ike merely nodded in response.
Ike ordered his troops to move out before addressing Micaiah again. "You should get your friends fixed up. It's difficult to lose someone close to you, especially someone like him," Ike pointed to Sothe unconscious from blood loss.
"Sorry Micaiah," Jill muttered to the silver-haired girl as she passed by.
Micaiah glanced up to see one of her best friends leaving her for the enemy. Strangly, Micaiah didn't feel angry with the girl for deserting Daein for the enemy. No. As Jill flew up to the one eyed wyvern rider she had been talking to on the battlefield, Micaiah fully understood what was happening. Jill probably loved that man. It was a bitter sweet revalation. On one hand her friend was following her heart, and on the other she would be fighting against Daein. Nothing to do now but return to Nevasa and report the results of this battle to King Pelleas.
That was the first encounter Micaiah had with the famed 'General Ike' and she was very lucky to escape with the lives of her friends as well as her own. She bent over Sothe's collapsed frame and began to heal his wounds, mulling over everything that just happened. One thing was certain, her and Ike would cross paths again, and she could see him in her future. Whether it was good or bad though, she couldn't tell yet. All Micaiah could see was his tall, muscular figure smirking down at her. There were so many feelings and events jammed together. Let life pan out how it wishes, and take things as they come be they for better or worse.
Hah! I finally had some time to write this thing. I've had this idea in my head ever since I played RD for the first time. Wait to see what I've got in store for you later, this is just an introduction. Any type of comment is appreciated. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. It might be a while before chapter 2 is up. I've got football, school, and physical therapy for an injury I received a few weeks back. Wish me luck.