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From all the jobs he had deal with in his life as a mercenary, the ones he hated the most were those related to the desert.
Ike hated deserts. Deserts were sand, sun and more sand. It was difficult to walk, it was almost impossible to fight when the sun was in the middle of the sky, and it was even hard to breath.
But there he was, looking for a survivor of the last battle, an enemy to interrogate. The people they fought were solders. Not bandits, not thieves, but solders that started to cross the desert to the east of Daein a couple of months ago. No one paid them much attention, save for queen Micaiah, until the queen Nailah asked for help after her people was brutally murdered. That was when all the royalty of Begnion, Daein and Crimea went nuts and hired mercenaries to protect the frontier.
The armors of the solders that lied death on the ground were green and silver, no country on Tellius had a militia than wore green armors. They didn't speak the common language, nor did the old one and they all had red eyes, like Soren's. The nation they were fighting was unknown.
For a moment, they thought of these people as Branded, but all the death bodies that had been register lack bran of any type.
Ike was tired and frustrated and it got even worse when out of the blue, every single man and woman of the armies and mercenary companies send by the countries of Tellius decided to serve under his command and only his. Why? Because he was the Radiant Hero, the savior of the world and only the goddess knew what else. Ike was never the type of person that like attention, he wanted to live as a simple mercenary as he used to before the Mad King´s War, but it was impossible, the only solution he could find was to live Tellius.
However there was no way he could leave, knowing that a war against an unknown country was about to start.
Soren was trying to read a couple of letters that the commanders of the enemy army carried with them, but they were writing in a different language. Ike, as impatient as he was, decided to leave him and walk around. He wanted to stay out of the noise
The sand turned a bright crimson color as the sun went down and the heat and dry wind despaired gradually.
Ike was about to go back when he noticed something in the sand, something black that shine with the last rays of the sun, as if it was made out of crystal. Hesitant, he walked slowly until he realized it was the beautiful and long hair of a person that lied half buried in the sand. Ike knelt down and turned the slim body of the young woman. Once her face was expose, Ike lost his breath for moment; the young woman was the most beautiful he had ever seen in his life.
Ike looked at her, not only her face, but her body too and thought that it was impossible for someone to be so perfect. But the woman was there, her chest went up and down as she breathed, her high cheekbones were tinged with a soft pink, probably because of the heat of the desert. The long black hair of the woman captivated the mercenary the instant he touched it. It was soft and smooth, and he could smell roses every time the wind moved it.
She is alive. Once the shock passed, Ike looked for any wound and he only found one on her small waist, but it wasn't deep and the blood looked dry. He carried the young woman with no trouble, she was very light, and walked his way back to the camp until the girl started to move.
"Greil." She murmured and Ike froze. The woman's voice was beautiful, if the mermaids existed their voice would have been an annoying scream compared to her voice. But Ike was not totally lost in the beauty of the woman; he comprehended completely what she said, and she said it again, and again, and the last time, she pronounced the real name of Ike´s father.
It didn't change but oh well
There something very important that I want to talk about. Ike DID NOT fall in love with this woman xD she is really beautiful (and you will understand later why she is like that) and Ike is just surprise…I mean…he is a man after all, but he is not in love. He cannot fall in love with a woman he just picked up in the middle of a desert.
I'm doing my best writing this, English is not my first language so is kind of hard for me to write it. I apologize for the grammar :/
This fic takes place two years after Radiant Dawn so…Ike is like…twenty-two or twenty-three years old.
Thanks for reading :D