Well, here is my first fic. I'm not really sure what to classify it as, but it involves Lyn and Florina in a cold place. Read and review please.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem. I only own the computer this was typed on.
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The roses hold together for warmth. Yet even together they cannot defeat the inevitable cold, and the wind blows over them, floating over the distant mountains. A mournful sigh of what could have been... floating over the distant mountains.
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The conditions in Illia have never been considered "nice." Driving snow, sleet, and hail coupled with a biting wind usually doesn't fall under that category. Two humans, one a stranger, the other a native have lost their way in the implaccable cliffs nestled in the heart of Illia. They cannot survive for long in the harsh conditions. And it is very cold. So very cold...
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The white rose of Illia has long been known for its resilience. In the summer, its delicate petals open wide to the sun. In this way, it collects as much of the weak rays possible, and can thrive even when the temperatures drop below the freezing point at night.
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The two share a pegasus, a male bred for carrying lighter riders. He is exhausted under the doubled weight. And it is very cold. So very cold...
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Every fall, before the first frost, it drops its seed. The seed in encased in a hardened shell that can withstand the trials of winter.
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As the sun begins to fall toward the western horizon, he collapses. He cannot go any further. The stranger from the plains draws a knife across his throat. The winter wolves will not torment his last moments, nor will the elements steal his final breath. The native sheds a brief tear, but must they must move on. And it is cold. So very cold...
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In the spring, the seeds spread their roots quickly. They grow in pairs, and the first one to sprout always receives more sunlight. And sunlight means life in this desolate yet beautiful land.
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The humans can a carry the single sleeping sack and a meager sum of rations. The sun has dropped behind the mountains now. And it is cold. So very cold...
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When the winter months come, the rose closes its delicate petals and sleeps against its partner. However, only so much warmth can be drawn from each other.
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"Lyn," the native says.
"Yes, Florina?" the stranger shivers with those words.
"I just want you to know. I love you."
"And I, you. Who knows? Maybe we will see each other in the next life." The two huddle together. But they are growing still. And it is cold. So very cold...
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That morning, two new roses were added to the landscape. A fine layer of frost has stole over them during the night. Now, the only thing left is their memory.
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The roses hold together for warmth. Yet even together they cannot defeat the inevitable cold, and the wind blows over them, floating over the distant mountains. A mournful sigh of what could have been... floating over the distant mountains.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Thank you for your time. Please review.