So I seem dedicated to this fic. I hope to major in English with a focus on Creative Writing in the following years, so this is my grand experiment to see if I have the skill. All of the second generation of FE 4. I will try to upload at least one chapter a week. Being all written dialog, and no gameplay, I found some of the characters to be rather generic, so I am going to try to give everyone distinct personalities. The way I imagine it, Seliph is kind but sheltered, Lana is sweet and selfless, Lester is mischievous, Ulster is calm and collected, Larcei is hot-headed and bloodthirsty towards men in general, Delmund is a deadpan starker, and Oifey is trying to hard to be the grown up, even if he isn't quite mentally mature himself. If reviewers would help me to keep this consistent, I would very much appreciate it. In other words, please rate and review!


Fortunately, most of the enemy soldiers had yet to cross the basin. Their charge across the sandy plain was led by a handful of arrogant swordsmen, who thought they were more than enough to take down any resistance. Their foes were children, how much trouble could they be?

Ulster was the furthest ahead of the group from Tirnanog, and he seemed to be the biggest threat, so they mostly ganged up on him. He quickly proved that he was more than meets the eye. He managed to kill one and hold off the other four while Seliph and Larcei finished them off. After this, Ulster was in a semi-rough looking shape. However, they proved to be merely surface wounds, which were quickly closed up by Lana's healing stave. They were halfway across the basin when three mounted figures appeared to the west of Tirnanog.

"What?! They've taken to arms already?! And without me?!" cried Oifey, alarmed.

"They must have found our hideout while we were out on reconnaissance." said the blue-haired archer next to him. Frowning, he said "Gee, I hope Lord Seliph and the others are alright."

The blond-haired swordsman next to him snorted. "Priorities Lester! I'd be more worried about my pretty little sister if I were you. Lana might be out there running around with a healing stave, while some maniac soldier with a hungry look in his eyes is chasing her down." That comment caused Lester's eyes to widen in alarm. Turning to Oifey, the blond said "Oifey, we need to hurry. The others could be waist deep in gore by now."

Oifey nodded at this. "You're right. Very well then, Delmund, Les-" he tuned to see that the blue haired archer was no longer behind him. He glanced down the hill to see Lester galloping as fast as he could, already halfway to the others. "-ter...oh my... let's catch up with them." he said, suddenly straightening in his saddle, and sending his horse in to a sprint. Delmund smirked and followed suit.


Meanwhile, there was a break in the fighting, and Ulster stopped Larcei so as to have a little brother-sister chat. "Larcei, are you alright?" she nodded in response. "Well take it easy, alright? We don't need you pulling any of your stunts out here."

With that, she glared at him. "Excuse me?! I'm not a child! you don't have to speak to me like that!"

Ulster raised his hands, "OK! you don't have to get all riled up... heh, so that's what she was like."

"What?"

"Your attitude. Shanan always told us that you had our mother's iron will."

Larcei glanced to the side. "Mother... I have no memories of her whatsoever. How about you, Ulster?"

"What?! of course I don't remember anything about her! We're twins, remember? I would know exactly as much as you would." Hesisitating for a moment, he said "From the stories Shanan told us about her, I would've thought that she'd show up by now if she was alive. I suppose that means that she really is dead."

At that, Larcei whirled around angrily. "Don't you dare! You promised me that you'd never say that! She's alive somewhere. END. OF. STORY. Odo help you if I ever catch you saying that ever again...!"

"So what, are you really going to fight against what our father plainly told us?"

"Our father was a cheeky, childish, little thief. I don't know what mother saw in him. He probably stole the keys to her heart from some tall, strong, Isaacian warrior man and then proceeded to steal everything from her very soul. He would steal from a vulture. Probably did when he stole away from us and across the Yied when we were seven."

"Now Larcei, you're being irrational and unfair towards father."

"You're only defending him because he gave you his wind sword!"

"And he gave you mom's steel blade, silver sword, and thunder sword." Ulster said, pointing out the numerous armaments adorning her belt.

"Hmph, I'm going straight to Ganeishire. I have to kill something now, and I might as well take down that slimy wolf Harold now. That dastard has to pay for what he did to my friends." she said as she ran off.

"What makes you think he's even... and there she goes. How does she know that man is even there? For the record, how does she even know his name? She's only ever referred to him as 'that imperial general'. Well, whatever, she's as deadly as ever it seems. Boy, I pity the man who winds up stealing HER heart. He won't be the head of the family, THAT'S for sure." looking ahead to see oncoming horsemen, he got into a battle stance. "Welp, time to get back to fighting it seems."


While this was happening, Lester caught up with his sister. "Lana? what are you doing out here in the middle of a battlefield?"

"OH! Lester! I, um, was worried about Lord Seliph's well-being."

Smiling, he said, "I bet you were. Worried that he'd find some other pretty healer girl to dote upon his every little nick and bruise, winning his heart, and eventually finding her way into his..."

"Lester!" she cried, cheeks burning red.

"...instead of you. Anyways, you need to be careful out here! Mother would be a wreck if anything happened to you... where is mother anyways?"

"She's still working at the convent at Tirnanog, praying for our safe return. She saw me off personally, by the way, just in case you thought that I ran off. We didn't take off with Midayle either, she stayed home with mother. We know better than taking a child to the battlefield, and well, at least mother will have someone to keep her company."

"I see... Lana, we need to do our very best out here. For her sake, and for the sake of our missing father. Someday, we'll be able to return to our real home in Jungby."

"I hope so, Lester." she heard a grunt, and turned to see that Delmund had been grazed by a hand axe. With that, she picked up here stave, and went to him.


"Harold, come out! I know you're there!" Larcei's voice cried, echoing through the halls of Ganeishire.

"I'm right here in the throne room rebel brat!" came the pompous reply. Larcei raised her sword and went in to see Harold seated alone in the throne room.

"Harold. I've waited a long time for this."

"You act as if you know me."

"I'll never forget you. Right here, 7 years ago, you staged a raid on our home here. When you entered this room, ordered your men to seize us. Then you grabbed my best friend, pinned her to the wall while she cried for help, and proceeded to tear her...!"

"Ah yes... heh, heh, heh... she was a squirmer, and a screamer. But oh, she satisfied! I still have the scar from that hidden knife. It still throbs from time to time. That's why I still remember her. It was worth it though." he said grinning smugly. "And now you shall meet her same fate. Guards, SEIZE HER!" he shouted. Long moments passed where nothing happened and Larcei's furious glare continued to burn through his skull. "Damn it, where the HELL are they?"

"You'll find them out at sea." was Larcei's cold-as-ice reply.

"At sea? Hang it all! I told them to wait in the battlements!"

"They're still there. Their bodies anyway. Like I said, you'll find their heads in the sea."

"Insolent brat! So you consider yourself a warrior? Come at me then!" Harold said raising his blade arm. "With this hand I shall-Arggghhhh!"

"What hand?" replied Larcei as she completed her literally disarming swipe. She switched hands and slashed his legs off. "What do you know, silver really is the best metal for cutting flesh. At least dad was honest about something."

Harold was in shock, and he tried to crawl away from her with his remaining limb. Larcei walked up to him and kicked him unto his back. "M...M...Mercy, please! I beg of you!"

"So. You pillage, murder, and rape without showing any pity or mercy, and now, you plead for the kind acts?! NO! You robbed me of my best friend..." She then stabbed him in the crotch. "You will never rob anyone, of anything, ever again." She withdrew her sword, walked up to the throne and sat in it, shaking.


Outside, the others had just finished clearing up the battlefield. Then they all gathered in front of the Ganeishire gates. All except for Larcei.

"Where is she?" Seliph asked.

"She went in earlier to confront Harold." Ulster replied.

"Alone? And you let her?" Oifey cried.

"She had a grudge to resolve, and she was thoroughly pissed off when she went in." was the answer

"Ah! I'd better go in and seize the castle then." was all that Seliph said.

They all entered the throne room and congratulated Larcei on her work. All except Lana, who was starring at the grisly sight that was Harold.

"We need an army? Hah! Who needs an army when we have Larcei? She eats soldiers for breakfast. She's an army all in herself" said Delmund laughing hysterically at the old man who had approached them, offering to bring in volunteers for the liberation of Isaac. His comment was met with a frown and a backhand from Oifey.

Suddenly, Lana yelled. "He's still alive!" she cried, seeing Harold reaching piteously towards her. Suddenly she heard a twang, and Harold dropped dead, with an arrow in between his eyes. She looked at her brother who shook his head silently.

"I guess this is it then. The first step in the grand destiny you and Shanan have been preparing me for." said Seliph to Oifey. "Seeing how easily we took this place, and seeing how eager the people are to help us, I think we have good chances. Change is coming, and soon, Jugdral will suffer no more."