Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem
And this takes place a few months after Valm. Probably right before shit goes down in Plegia.
Cliché, Right?
"Morgan, what are you doing?" whispered Inigo as he crouched behind the bush where he found Morgan.
"Shh!" Morgan said quickly, holding a finger up to her lips.
Inigo looked over the bush and saw Severa walking towards them. The dancer looked at Morgan questioningly. She merely giggled and pointed.
As Severa got about twenty paces from them, she fell into the ground.
"You dug a hole?" Inigo said, exasperatedly.
"It didn't work on my father, but I knew it'd work on her," Morgan declared triumphantly.
"And why did you feel the need to make Severa fall into a hole?" Inigo asked.
"I was tired of her being mean to my buddy Inigo," the tactician said, sending a meaningful glance toward the dancer.
"You do realize she'll—" Inigo was cut off.
"GAWDS! I WILL GET WHOEVER DID THIS!" shouted Severa.
"Let's mosey," Morgan said, quickly standing up and pulling Inigo with her.
"So what did you come find me for?" Morgan asked as they arrived at the tactician's tent. Inigo struggled to find a place to sit amidst all the books and clutter. The dancer swore the girl was just as bad as her father. Except Inigo had seen Robin's tent.
Books had fallen out of his tent when Inigo opened the flap. Robin claimed he had just stacked them there for organizing purposes, but Inigo figured the man had twice as many books as Morgan even so.
No wonder the two tacticians never ran out of something to read.
"Yo!" Morgan said loudly, getting Inigo's attention.
"Huh?"
"What did you want to see me about?" Morgan said, a touch of impatience entering her voice.
"Oh, right," Inigo said sheepishly. "I…need your help with something."
"And that would be…" Morgan smirked. "I'm a girl of many talents. How am I to know which you refer to?"
"I need your help proposing to Anna," Inigo said, pulling out a ruby ring from his pocket.
"Holy shit," Morgan said immediately.
"What?" Inigo said, surprised. Morgan never swore.
"You're serious about her?" the blonde girl said, still taken unawares.
"Yeah, I'm serious," Inigo replied, confused.
"I thought this would be like every girl you've ever had," Morgan said, regaining her composure. "I didn't think you'd actually marry her. And how the hell did you get that ring?"
"I shopped from an Anna. I guess I got the future family member discount," Inigo chuckled. Then he grew serious, "Morgan, I love Anna. I really do. And for the first time in my life the world is at relative peace, I want to share that peace with someone."
"Alright," Morgan said. "But I'll only help you under the condition that if she says yes, I get to be your best woman in the wedding."
"Morgan, I don't think that's a role."
"Well, I don't think it's possible for people to come from the future either, but you're standing here."
"And quite dashingly, I might add."
"Are you flirting with the girl you're trying to get to help you propose to another girl?"
"That sentence lost me. I'm confused."
"Hey, I'm the amnesiac. You shouldn't be having trouble."
"Fine, you can be my best woman," Inigo said, conceding in defeat. "But I think it's too early to be discussing this." What if Anna said no?
"Whatever. Fortunately for you, I have a plan," Morgan said. "After all, I am a tactician."
"A battle tactician," Inigo clarified.
"You're point?" Morgan asked, confused.
"What kind of expertise does that give you with love?"
"The violent kind."
"…Point taken."
Anna woke the next morning to find a message laid out on her tent floor. In gold coins.
Would this fair maiden care to join me for an outing at the local market today?
-Inigo
"Like father, like son," Anna rolled her eyes. But she smiled and gathered up the coins. After all, the merchant couldn't let them go to waste. That'd be…inefficient.
Inigo always knew how to brighten her day up. As Anna began to get ready for her date with Inigo, another Anna came into her tent.
The Anna family always liked to be spontaneous.
"Sis, I've got something to tell you," she said, trailing off with a smirk.
Inigo waited in the middle of the campground for Anna. The woman approached, wearing her typical trickster attire.
"Shall we?" Inigo asked, extending his arm.
"Indeed," Anna said with a giggle.
While they walked, Inigo thought about that giggle. Anna didn't giggle, she cackled. Usually when money was involved.
Maybe it had to do with the money message.
Thank you, Morgan, Inigo thought, extremely glad he had followed through and done that.
After a short ten minute walk, the couple made their way to the market. And of course, the shopping ensued. Anna bought things, and Inigo carried them. Luckily for him, it was a less extreme shopping escapade than usual.
"What do you suppose that is?" Inigo asked, pointing towards a tent that drew a stark contrast to the other tents. It was completely covered on all sides and a dark color comparative to all the other white ones.
"Looks like a fortune teller," Anna observed.
Inigo smirked, "Shall we go get our fortunes told?" The dancer prayed that she'd say yes. After all, this was part of the plan.
"As long as it doesn't cost money," Anna said, per usual.
The duo walked into the dark tent. There were a few candles that lit the middle of the table, providing some form of vision.
"Welcome…" came a misty voice. "I am…the fortune teller… Would you care…to know your…futures?"
"Is it free?" Anna asked, all business. Inigo mentally smacked his forehead.
"Usually…but you two are my tenth customers…of the day…for you it is free…" the woman said.
Anna decided to sit down at one of the chairs. Inigo did likewise. The fortune teller had a hood that obscured her face. But it didn't stop a few blond curls from sticking out of the hood.
Dammit Morgan, don't mess this up!
"Ladies first…" said the fortune teller. "I require…your hand…"
Anna extended her hand to the fortune teller. As the teller's hand touched Anna's, the redhead's eyes narrowed.
"I can see…many things…" breathed the fortune teller.
"You've got quite young skin," observed Anna.
"What?" the fortune teller said, her voice suddenly much higher and younger sounding. "I mean…it is due to a medical herb…that grew near my mountain…village in my youth…"
Inigo wisely headed off the topic, "What do you see in her hand?"
Anna rolled her eyes, but the fortune teller began, "I see…something shiny…like gold…"
"Obviously a gold coin. That's hard to figure out," Anna mumbled.
"It is shaped…like a circle, but…hollow with a ruby…" the fortune teller continued.
And just as everything seemed to be going so well, Morgan sneezed. Her fortune teller chair broke and she tumbled to the ground. Inigo's hand slapped against his forehead in disbelief.
"Aw, crap," Morgan said from the ground. "Dumb rickety chair…"
"Inigo, what is this?" Anna demanded. "Why is Morgan on the ground there?"
"It was all part of a master plan," Inigo said, seeing no point in lying. Anna was quite good at picking up on liars.
"Said plan was for what then?"
"For me to ask you to marry me," Inigo said, his head pointing at the ground in embarrassment. He couldn't believe he'd screwed this up. Damn Morgan and her crazy idea.
"Yes," Anna said, suddenly smiling.
"What?" Inigo asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Silly Inigo," Anna tapped the dancer on the nose. "You should know by now that to tell one Anna is to tell them all."
"What does that…aw, really? She told you?" Inigo said in disbelief. "I asked her not to!"
"Sorry love, but that's just not how the Annas work," Anna smiled.
"You two should hurry up and kiss," Morgan said, finally standing up.
"Morgan, this was an awful idea," Inigo complained.
"It would have worked had this chair leg not snapped when I sneezed!" Morgan insisted, holding up the leg of a chair.
"Where did you even find that damn thing?" Inigo asked.
"It was holding up books in my father's tent."
"Figures," Anna and Inigo said at the same time.
The two turned to each other and both ignored Morgan. "Say…" Anna began. "I know a spot, not too far from here. It's quite…private."
Inigo caught on to what she meant, "I see. I think that'd be a very good idea. Unless you want to wait until we get back to the campsite. It's only ten minutes away—"
Anna cut him off with a kiss. Inigo went with it.
And Morgan said, "Hey! I'm still here!"
Author Note: I'm much more proud of that one. Thanks to The Erudite for helping me get a good lead in with this chapter!
You more observant readers may notice this still isn't marked complete. Yeah, there's one last thing to post. I originally had an idea for this story that never made it in. I'm going to post said scene that I wrote soon, as a bonus chapter. It likely may not make sense with the rest of this story, but I'll put it up. You guys'll probably laugh.
And as I post this, I'm posting my new fanfic, Final Emblem, in a few minutes! If you guys like my writing please go check it out! At least this first chapter. C'mon, I'm giving you a bit more of this story. Just return the favor ;)