Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or its characters. I get the credits for writing the story and creating some minor characters. The character of the Princess is mine and mine alone. I came up with the concept for her so please do not steal her.

This story was originally posted well over a year ago when I found it in a notebook that I had used for writing. Mind you I wrote this story when PoR had originally come out for the GameCube and I had already beaten the game. However, I wasn't a very good writer then and my creativity was lax. So this newer version of the story is more updated and will be more detailed as I work it out.


It was evening in the Phoenician Palace and the servants moved around the halls quickly, illuminating the palace until it was brightly lit on each floor and in every room save for one. A room that sat in the western wing of the palace had remained shut for many years now, and its mahogany double doors grew to look dim and old; the carved wings seemingly lifeless when not too long ago they glowed in the candlelight. All the servants knew better than to enter this room, as it only belonged to her and the King would have no one enter other than himself.

Tibarn the King of Hawks stood within the throne room, overlooking his companions that had joined him upon their return from the battlefield. The war with Daein was over, their mad king Ashnard was dead and peace was being reached out between all of the surrounding nations. Even the Goldoan Prince Kurthnaga seemed to be rallying ties between his father's independent country and the outer lying lands. Great celebrations were held in honor of Ike the beorc General who had liberated the people of Crimea and brought their heir Elinicia to its throne. The great beast laguz nation of Gallia had signed a treaty of peace between Crimea and themselves, as well as the largest of the nations – Begnion – had officially abolished laguz slavery and sought to deepen their ties to the surrounding nations as well.

All of these things should have brought great joy to the leaders of each nation; however the Hawk King still had something weighing down on his shoulders. A particular day was coming soon, and its approach was making the most powerful of the hawks feel feeble and weak; a certain emotion was missing.

Tibarn's tawny eyes looked about his throne room as his aides Janaff and Ulki moved to stand off to the side whilst Prince Reyson lead his infant sister Leanne into the very same hall. There, beside Tibarn sat a weak and tired man with wings as white and glorious as Leanne's and Reyson's. King Lorazieh had seen many a better day; his health had left him always restricted to a bed and out of the skies. No longer could he take wing and enjoy the feel of the wind within ones feathers, nor could he sing the powerful galdr's of his clan. He hardly had a voice at all and had spent the twenty years after the Serenes Massacre saying very little and showing nothing but sorrow. Today though, his features were alight with delight to see his youngest child still living and in safety's hands.

Princess Leanne smiled to her brother and rushed over to embrace her father tightly, it had been just after her first visit with him that she was kidnapped from the Phoenician Palace by the Black Knight. Tibarn had not forgiven himself for being unable to protect Leanne; however, with the war over and her return to Phoenicis under his care, her safety now was enough to set that burden from his heart.

With arms crossed, Tibarn smiled kindly upon the Princess and her father, recognizing the joy that was traced upon Lorazieh's features as the deepest affection a parent could ever hold for their child. The same loving affection that was missing from his prideful heart.

"Tibarn?" A soft voice called his attention and he shifted his eyes to look at the Heron Princess, distinguishing the words she spoke in the ancient tongue that was her solitary means of speech. "I thank you, for caring for my father and brother all of these years. If you had not, then I would have perhaps been the single survivor of our tribe. We are greatly indebted to you."

"Debt is a matter that shall never exist between our two tribes." Tibarn affirmed his meaning by spreading his wings out and moving his right foot back as he pressed an arm to his chest in a bow. His dark hair covered his scored face until he stood once more; bringing his wings in to rest comfortably behind him and flashed another grin. "We of Phoenicis are your brothers, your friends and forever the guardians of the Heron clan." The servants and others in the room all whooped and cheered at their kings decree as the Heron royal family smiled up at him genuinely; while Tibarn smiled as well. For the briefest of moments though, the smile fell from the King's face, and though his aides missed such a change, Reyson did not.

When the time came for everyone to retire to their chambers, Tibarn left for his rather quickly, shutting his doors and leaning his arm against the nearest bedpost, Tibarn rested his head against his arm and let out a great sigh. The sound of the wind upon his chamber windows drew his attention and he walked over to the balcony, stepping out into the warm moonlit night. From there, Tibarn could see the ocean that encircled his mountain-peaked nation, and clearly hear as the waves crashed upon the cliffs below. The wind howled in his ears and he walked towards the rail, closing his eyes and listening to the natural presence of the land. There he stopped, keeping his eyes closed and folding his eyes behind his back, Tibarn could see a child with lush russet wings and hair that glimmered like bronze under the sunlight. He could hear the child's laughter and a faint voice calling to him…

"…barn? Tibarn? Tibarn!" Tibarn jumped at the sudden shout and turned to see who was yelling. There Reyson was standing with a look of curiosity upon his smooth face; the White Prince had entered the royal bedchamber not long after the Hawk King had become lost in his thoughts.

"Reyson, what are you doing here? For once you actually frightened me." Tibarn had been shocked that the Prince could have opened his chamber door with his notice let alone make it all the way to stand behind him.

"Forgive the intrusion. I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do. You can't hide the fact that something is troubling you; Heron's can feel the emotions of others, and yours is clouded with melancholy." Reyson's sea green eyes held seriousness and compassion for his friend as he awaited an answer to the unspoken question.

The hawk chuckled and sighed quietly, "I suppose you are right, but there isn't anything you can do about it Reyson. Do not trouble yourself over my quandary, go on and rest. The war is over, we all deserve a break." Not only was he suggesting Reyson to not worry about it, but he was also benignly convincing the White Prince that there was nothing bothering him.

"If you say so." The heron reluctantly turned away, the wind blowing his platinum blonde hair past his shoulders before he retreated inside, leaving the chambers and closing the door behind him.

When he was gone, Tibarn let out a breath he did not even know he was holding. With a shake of his head he retreated to within his chambers, closing the balcony doors and withdrawing to his bed; falling into a deep lurid sleep.


Hawk-laguz: Well this is the first NEW chapter. I do believe my writing has improved greatly compared to what I originally had posted.

Janaff: I'll say it has! But what is wrong with His Majesty?!

Hawk-laguz: That you will just have to wait and find out.

Janaff: What?! Come on! It's not like there is anything for him to be so glum about, what did you do to him? glares

Hawk-laguz: I'll say it again, wait and see. Please R&R Constructive criticism is nice but no complaints, if you don't like the story then don't read it!