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Commanding a military group such as the Pegasus Knights of Ylisse was no easy task, but she'd had little reason to refuse when her king had offered her the job. She hadn't known it would be mostly paperwork. Boring paperwork that required her to stay cooped in her office all day long, hours wasted where she could be doing something constructive.

It had been so peaceful after the war in fact, the job had essentially become a secretary for the Pegasus Knights. Sure, there were some bandits here and there, but for the most part there were not many problems. So it had come as a shock to her when her most recent patrol came back saying there was a serious problem.

"Captain," rasped the lead of the group Cordelia had sent out, "I fear I have bad news. There has been an attack on a religious sanctuary to the North of here. Thirteen cloaked soldiers, all of whom are very advanced in combat."

"How dire is the situation?" asked Cordelia, who, despite having been lost in thought earlier, now had her attention focussed on the winded knight in front of her.

"Very, Captain. The smoke from the fires can be seen for miles around. The blaze is all consuming."

"I can see that you are tired from your rush here, but can you please fetch Commander Frederick? I do believe we have something to discuss."


And it hadn't been long before Cordelia was roaming the skies, being the lookout for the troops marching below, though not paying much attention to her current task. She was lost in thought, as she always was, remembering the time during the war, a time where, despite the circumstances, she had been truly happy.

Back then he had been around to give orders, commands, directions, support.

Back then he had inspired confidence in a way not even Chrom could. And back then, the fire never left his eyes, even when situations were bleak. But then, Grima had come. And Rob had given himself to ensure that monster never came back. What he had also done without even realizing it, was left her alone.

She remembered the time before the war with Valm, about a year prior. The time during spent in Northern Ferox, when Chrom had insisted on chasing after bandits to make sure the Shepards remained sharp, about a year after the war with Plegia. Cordelia had been on a cliff, outlooking the eastern sea border, the sky orange but tinged with purple. Rob had come to join her, and what had been her happiest night since her friends were slaughtered got even better.

But the Valmese crisis happened, and the plans they had for themselves had been delayed. Then Grima happened, and Rob was torn from her by himself, and he had since broken his promise. He hadn't come back.


So lost was Cordelia in her thoughts that she didn't notice the burning mess about a half mile ahead until fumes clouded her vision and filled her lungs, forcing her to descend. Once she flew below the cloud of smoke above her, the sight before her horrified her. Gone was the temple, one of the world's most beautiful churches. In it's place was a burning pile of ruble. And on the pile stood the cause. A cloaked man, staring them down.


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