Hey guys, sorry for taking so long with this one, but don't worry I have no intention to let this story end for a while. As always I don't own Fire Emblem and please enjoy.

Lon'qu continued to run in order to find anyone that could heal the angel in his arms. He had already escaped from the battlefield, but kept moving out of instinct. Lon'qu was exhausted, sweat and blood slithering down his face, and his heart ready to burst from his chest. But the Myrmidon kept running, he needed to keep her safe. Lon'qu stumbled forwards, nearly dropping Cordelia, but quickly regaining his footing.

"She won't be like Ke'ri" Lon'qu mumbled to himself redundantly. "She won't be like Ke'ri". Lon'qu stumbled again and this time fell to the ground, dropping Cordelia.

"Damn it, I need to get up" the Myrmidon said as he blacked out. "She .. can't be like.. Ke'ri"


"I'm sorry, I couldn't save her", said Lon'qu as he bowed his head in anguish.

"By the goddess, please tell me it isn't true", said a woman as she fell to her knees and began to cry.

"Damn you, I always knew you were trash." yelled a man as he grabbed Lon'qu by the collar. "You killed her! You killed our precious Ke'ri!"

"No, I didn't kill her, NO!" yelled Lon'qu as he rose from his bed quickly. Lon'qu panicked for a second before taking in his surroundings. He was sitting in a cot with bandages covering his entire body.

"Oh thank Naga, you've finally awoken." said a woman holding a healing stave. Lon'qu instinctively tensed up at the sight of the mysterious woman, but confused as to why she was wearing War Monk armor.

"My name is Libra, I have recently joined the Shepards" the woman said before extending a hand for Lon'qu to shake.

"Where am I and what happened?" asked Lon'qu as he brushed Libra's hand away and motioned to get up. Libra quickly (but carefully) pushed Lon'qu back into his cot. "Well to answer your question, we are in the medical wing of Castle Ferox". Libra explained as he pulled a blanket over Lon'qu. "I must say, most men would have died with injuries like yours. You should count your blessings my friend"

Libra went on to describe what had happened while Lon'qu was asleep. The Shepards had somehow managed to escape the Plegian forces and escaped to Regna Ferox to heal from their injuries. Unfortunately, not only had the Exalt perished, but a majority of the Shepards were too injured to stand, and some were still unconscious, and those that were conscious were too emotionally damaged to do anything. The loss of Emmeryn had taken an especially heavy toll on everyone, especially Chrom and Lissa who had alienating themselves from everyone after arriving at Castle Ferox.

"However, the Exalt's death is not the only one that has damaged the morale of your comrades. The loss of Captain Phila and the Pegasus Knights has also been difficult." said Libra sadly. Lon'qu's ears perked up at the War Monk's words out of shock. "What did you say?" Lon'qu said, voice laced with fear. "Yes it was a tragedy, nearly all of the Pegasus Knights lost their lives to some Risen Archers, most of them died before help could arr-" Libra started before being grabbed by Lon'qu roughly. "Where's Cordelia? Is she alive?" Lon'qu panicked. The Myrmidon stared at Libra with alarm, his eyes like those of a bird in the path of a snake, paralyzed with concern.

Libra calmly pushed Lon'qu's arms away before motioning the swordsman to follow him. Lon'qu walked with the War Monk towards the end of the medical wing, beds filled with sleeping allies. Gregor's arm had been fitted with a sling, Panne had bandages covering her forehead, and Nowi was simply sleeping with an icepack on her head.

"Many of your allies were very fortunate, they only received minor injuries and with rest they-"

"I just want to see Cordelia" Lon'qu interrupted indifferently. Libra nodded and simply walked on. The two men (reached a bed that was blocked off from the rest of the medical wing by a white curtain. "We moved the more heavily injured ones over here so they could recover in peace." Libra explained as he grabbed the curtain and gestured for Lon'qu to enter. Lon'qu implied and immediately regretted doing so. The room smelled of blood and bile, and the room gave an aura of dread that made it feel more like a morgue than a hospital.

"I believe that this was the one you wished to see" said Libra as he pointed to a bed at the end of the chamber. Lon'qu looked up and saw exactly what he feared. Cordelia was lying down on a bed, mummified in bandages all over her body. The red-haired Pegasus Knight's face was as pale as the snow covering her window, and beside her was a table with various medical instruments and herbs.

"She along with one other are the only Pegasus Knights that managed to survive the battle" Libra explained as he checked the girl's temperature with his hand. "We found her in your arms, she is alive now because of you"

Libra's words were lost to Lon'qu as he looked at his red-haired angel in such a sorry state. Lon'qu shuffled over to the sleeping girl and knelt down to look at her more closely. Lon'qu felt a amalgamation of emotions. Anger towards the witch that created the Risen that hurt her, sadness over not being able to prevent her from being hurt, but most of all, relief. Lon'qu reached out and gripped Cordelia's hand lightly. "Thank the goddess you are safe" Lon'qu sad with a small grin and a tear sliding down his face.

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