Rookie mistake, forgot an author's note.
Hello, I am dark habit, and this is my first fic. Also, as my name suggests, my fics will tend to be dark. Please no flames.
My avatar is named Hope. Reasons? Dramatic Irony. She has light blue hair, type two body (young/petite) and green eyes. You don't need more.
This first chapter actually takes place near the end of the story, but there is only one other case of the chapter not reflecting the timeline planned. I also know its short, this is a test. I'm a SS major not English.
Cormag Ravenstaff, my dear colleague, if you are reading this, feel free to bash Lucy in your reviews, I know you want to.
Chapter 1:
The End of the Beginning
¬¬¬Hope's POV
Lucina is incredibly angry with me. I'm fine with that, because I can't forgive myself either. She caught me in my tent, trying to drink myself to oblivion. I swore never to drink after then, but it is the easiest way to end it all.
I can hear her shouting. "You arrogant, stuck up tactician! My brother is dead now, and you are trying to kill yourself instead of facing me?"
I am fed up with this. I reply, "You lost a brother, I lost my son! MY only child, my flesh and blood! I will mourn him how I decide to. It was my plan that caused his death, yes, but he died because you couldn't take care of yourself! The blow that killed him was meant for you! I choose to follow your father; I am not bound to him and his orders. If I decide to kill myself, milady, then I am free to do so! So if you want to complain, run back to Chrom and Sumia, and leave me in peace!"
Lucina grows pale at this remark. I start to turn away, thinking this conversation is over, when I hear the six words I have been saying to myself for too long.
"Naga, why do you hate me?"
Those words catch me, as all events leading up to this confrontation come to my mind…
¬First chapter done! Please review if you would like to see this continued! AND YES, THAT PHRASE WILL BE SPOKEN A LOT IN SOME FORM!