They make it through the streets with ease, finding no resistance until the castle is just a stones throw away. Any other time, she'd be admiring the beautiful homes and stores, or the elegant design of the castle, enthralled with a city she would've only ever dreamed of visiting just a year ago— but right now she is too busy staring at the strangely moving... things that guard the castle. She has no idea what to describe them as. They're the size of buildings and seem to be made of metal, like living pieces of armour, thrumming with a blue light and some strange technology or magic. Their heavy footsteps leave potholes in the pavement below, every movement whirring with a strange noise, and she can see that they have something resembling a sword's blade coming from their 'wrists'. From her place high above the sky, soaring atop Echo, she can count about eight of them.
Dimitri raises Areadbhar high. "Advance! Smash that traitor Cornelia and reclaim the capital! I will not lose... I swear it by the blood in my veins..."
Yuri, Ingrid, Mercedes, and Annette enter from the southeast, their units following up behind them, pegasus knights filling the air with the sound of rapidly beating wings. On the southwest she can see Gilbert, Dorothea, Sylvain, and Hapi, mainly followed by calvary, hooves clacking against the cobblestone pathways. She, Dimitri, Dedue, Felix, and Ashe are left to go straight up the centre. The five of them had chosen to go this path in order to avoid getting mounted soldiers up the numerous sets of stairs that lead up towards the castle proper, and from her place high in the sky she's able to see what's going on and— hopefully— be of more use than she would if she was on the ground.
The walking suit of armour moves forward, as though it's locked onto one of them. Despite the fact she's almost sure it's not a living creature, she feels like it's staring, and it makes her shiver. It doesn't make any moves to approach them and engage anyone in battle, so for now she just adjusts her grip on her lance and follows Dimitri as he parries one swordsman and attacks another. A nearby magic-user seems to begin casting some sort of spell, and, knowing that the prince isn't perhaps the most impervious to magic, she moves forward on Echo and does a fly-by attack, drawing the warlock's attention.
The mage turns to her, gritting his teeth, and begins to cast again. The deep red glow of the circle makes her think of fire magic, like the sort she's seen Mercedes cast on occasion, and she clutches her lance tighter. Fire would destroy the city if it's spreads too far. Remembering what Rodrigue had taught her, Lilia pulses magic through her lance, feeling the frost begin to form beneath her fingertips and across the spearhead, and thrusts it forward just as the warlock's spell fires off. The flames brush against Echo's wings, the creature's natural resistance working to her advantage as she thrusts her lance through the warlock's chest. Blood splatters, coating cobbled stone pavement in pools of deep red ichor, and the smell of copper and iron hits her senses— overwhelming. This will never get any easier, and she doesn't think she'll ever get used to it either. She doesn't want to.
Felix manages to dispatch the other warlock fairly quickly, and Ashe, from atop a horse, manages to display surprising skills with a lance of his own; looking quite knightly as he takes care of the remaining swordsmen. She flies over and reaches out to the dark-haired man, who scowls but begrudgingly allows her to patch up a cut he'd received across the cheek from one of the Dukedom soldiers.
Their next step is those massive suits of living armour. She watches as the creature shifts again, clearly now having it's sights set on them, and she swallows thickly. She wonders if Seraphim will work as well on this abomination as it does on a monstrous wolf. She hopes to the goddess that it does. She trusts in the raw brute strength that Dimitri has, that she presumes comes from his Crest, but she's not sure that even he could take on one of those things— let alone eight.
Dedue steps forward first, baiting the monster close to him. It slashes down with his sword, grazing across his heavily-plated shield like a pebble skating across a pond. Ashe pulls the string of his bow back, letting loose an arrow that manages to go directly through the eye-slit in the creature's helmet. It stutters, like a marionette on a string, and Dimitri takes the chance to thrust Areadbhar into a glowing space on the massive creature's feet.
It sparks like someone casting a Thoron, and moves it's leg in order to shake the prince off. They all back off, trying to evade it's range, and Dimitri growls. "These things are surprisingly tough.. Are they being reinforced by magic?"
Her brows furrow in thought. If they're being controlled or strengthened by magic... perhaps they don't need to take care of all eight of these strange metal beasts. Sylvain had said that Cornelia had been a court mage before she'd sold out her country to the Empire... perhaps she has control of these strange creatures, is wielding them with her magic. If they can cut the strings... the puppets will cease moving.
"I think our best bet is to defeat Cornelia," She looks around for a moment, before deciding to look up to the courtyard before the castle gates. There, standing, waiting, is a woman— her hair coloured salmon. "She might be controlling them!"
Even from a distance, she swears the woman sneers at her, ordering her soldiers to do something. Within seconds, a horridly familiar feeling sinks deep into the pit of her stomach, like she'd felt as they'd approached the burning Kevik Village— like she'd felt when she woke up after dreaming of floating through the vast expanse of an event yet to come. Her head whips around, searching for some reason why she's got such an anxious feeling filling her, and her answer comes in the form of two strange pillar-like structures, glowing with the same blue light as the walking suits of armour.
Only on a closer look does she come to realise that they're sparking. Sparking like Felix's hands do when he casts a Thunder spell. Panic overwhelms her, the realisation almost sounding mad in her mind yet it feels like the only possible answer. She looks around, but it's too late as suddenly; lightning strikes, streaking up into the grey sky and returning back down and striking down. Dedue lets out a grunt of pain, as the electricity streaks through him. Magic is a horrible enemy for those more physically-aligned, especially when wearing such thick and heavy armour. Being able to resist magic comes down to how well a person can control it themselves, and some people just aren't made for wielding and resisting magic. She knows Dedue is probably the most susceptible of them all, and seeing it before her eyes hurts.
As quickly as the lightning had stuck it fades, the light within the columns that had summoned it slowly pulsing out. As soon as she believes it won't strike again she rushes over, briefly dismounting Echo in order to get as close as possible to the stalwart man and heal him as much as she can. He's sizzling, and she has to feel relief that most Faerghan knights wear thicker clothing beneath their armour in order to bare with the chill, as it protects his skin from the burning hot metal.
"Are you alright?" Lilia asks, glancing over her shoulder at the steel puppet. Right now it's staggering, but she can see that vibrant blue glow begin to get a little brighter.
Dedue grits his teeth, lingering static pulsing through him. "I am fine. Please, keep an eye on His Highness for me."
"You shouldn't push yourself!" She scolds. "If you can't continue on, retreat. Please."
The man shakes his head, and she sighs. At times like these, Dedue can be as stubborn as Dimitri is. She wonders if that's because they almost practically grew up together, though she's definitely sure it's because Dedue wants to protect his liege at all costs. Lilia just refuses to let those costs be his life. "Fine, just promise me you'll retreat if things get rough? Dimitri'll be distraught if anything bad happened to you."
He hesitates, before finally nodding his head, and relief washes over her. She knows Dedue would rather die for his cause, but she'd like to avoid any more deaths if she can help it. With confirmation that, despite the bad hit, the armoured man will be fine, she calls Echo over and remounts her pegasus— taking back off into the air. She can see the archers nearby that pink-haired woman pulling back their bowstrings and testing to see if they can hit her from this distance, so she's careful to stay just outside of their range while keeping close enough to her allies in order to heal them.
Her gaze turns back to the sword-wielding creations. Honestly, can they even take care of three of these monstrous creations?
It turns out, they can take out two of them before it starts wearing on them.
When defeated, the blue glow completely disappears from those strange creatures, and they fall to their knees and cease moving at all. It's a relief that they can even be taken down, but the fact it takes them so many people and so much energy to do so is worrisome. She's almost completely out of damage-dealing Faith magic and has switched over to her Reason spell list, though she's unsure how long her magic will last before she feels like she needs to rest and recover. Not only that, but those pillars that shoot out lightning magic have regularly been firing off, though she's managed to time it in a way where she can either pull someone out of danger or take the hit for them. She's definitely accumulated more damage than usual because of that, but out of her small group currently ascending the stairs to the castle's gateway, she's got the best resistance to magical effects.
Still, each shock sends static through her veins, and she definitely doesn't think she can take many more hits. Lilia at least can see the light ahead of them— on the west side she can see Sylvain and the others up the very top of the stairwell, ready to attack the western steel puppet blocking their way up. She wonders how those in the city's east are doing, though she knows that of their entire army, that group was the fastest and most magically powerful. That, and with Mercedes beside them, any of their wounds would be healed up within an instant. She's not as sure of how Hapi and Dorothea fight, considering their only time fighting together where she could really see either of them was with the wolf, but judging by how Sylvain seems no worse for wear, she reckons they must've done a good job.
She bites her lip. There's still too many of those armoured things. As she'd thought, maybe the best way to end this fight will be to head straight to Cornelia.
On the plus side, Ashe is doing a good job of engaging the snipers. It's a fascinating battle to watch, the knightly Ashe atop a horse amidst the battle and aiming for the Dukedom archers who cower behind walls and strange technology. Perhaps there's no greater metaphor than that for this war.
"Dimitri!" She calls, watching as he whips his head up to look at her. "I have a plan!"
"I'm all ears!"
She lands, watching as Dedue once again blocks an attack from the third steel monster and Felix rushes in to attack it. "You have some short spears on you, right?"
The prince adjusts a sheathe hung over his shoulder. "I have a few left, yes."
"Then, hop on Echo! We're going straight to Cornelia," She holds her hand out for him to take. "I think if we take her down, then those things will stop moving!"
There's a hesitation, as he glances at the three still fighting and then back at her. He reaches out and gently takes her hand, gauntlet against her own, metal clanking against metal. He doesn't need her help mounting the pegasus, though she does have to soothe Echo as she knows pegasi can be rather hesitant around men. Once he's on, she whips the reins and they take off. His hands initially don't know where to go, she realises, as when Echo moves he has to reach out and hold onto her waist. She hadn't thought about that— the last time they'd ridden together, he'd been in control of the reins.
The soar high, and she watches as Ashe manages to fire an arrow right into the place between one the shoulder and chest of one of the snipers. The archer falls backwards, coughing blood up from his lungs, and that's when she sees her opportunity. Dimitri seems to see the chance too, as he pulls one of the javelins from his back and throws it as hard as he can. It pierces straight through the sniper's stomach, staining the dark blues in deep black and red as blood pools and seeps out. They're so close to her now, and Lilia can see Cornelia furrowing her brow, a snarl twitching at the corner of her lips.
Her fingers twitch, and she uses them to draw up the magic circle for Sagittae. A soft pale blue-white light forms in the shape of arrows, shooting out like stars across the night sky and landing in the final sniper. The archer flinches and takes several steps back, giving her ample time to land Echo and for both her and Dimitri to dismount. Dimitri rushes forward and finishes off the last enemy, while she meets eyes with Cornelia.
The woman smiles, sweet but toxic, like someone's slipped poison into honey wine. "My my, aren't you a pretty little thing?"
She bites her lip. "You must be Cornelia."
"Oh, you've heard about me? My, I wonder what they've said..."
"I just wish to know why you betrayed the Kingdom," She watches the woman's eyebrow twitch. "You helped make this country what it is. Why would you destroy it?"
Cornelia's eyes narrow, like a snake in front of a mouse. "Now, why would I spill all my secrets? That would be very dull."
With her distracting the mage, Dimitri attempts to get a hit in. She moves out of the way just in time for Areadbhar to sweep by her and land in the stone pavement, creating a small crater. In one of her hands is a staff, made of a dark metal and twisting, the tip pointed like the blade of a dagger. It's not rare for mages to use staffs, but it's certainly not common either. They're focuses, to make casting magic easier and stronger— she'd seen Lysithea wielding one, and she knows that Flayn has one too. Yet this one has a certain aura to it that feels dangerous, and she's carefully keeping an eye on it. It could double as a knife in a split second if they're not careful. She doesn't want something like what happened to Rodrigue to happen again.
Tucking strands of salmon-pink hair behind her ear, like she's not in the middle of a battle, Cornelia smiles. "My, it's been a long time hasn't it, Your Highness? You've grown awfully strong."
"How shameless. I bet it was you who killed my uncle and set me up," It's strange to imagine that nearly six years ago, Dimitri was nearly put to death for a crime he hadn't committed. It's terrifying to imagine that if that had worked, they would've never met. "Am I right?"
She throws her head back and laughs. "Too true! I'd already forgotten all about that loveliness." Lilia can't stop herself from scowling. How could Cornelia treat everything so... brazenly whimsically? Like everything she's done to this country and it's people means absolutely nothing?
"I'll kill you, you monster! You will pay for all that you have done!" Dimitri grits his teeth, the words growled out through them.
Cornelia grins wildly, and fires off a shot of magic. Lilia freezes up at the sight of it, and black and purple energy that just barely manages to miss Dimitri, scraping off of the side of his armour. It's the same type of magic that dark mage had used at Gronder, the same kind of magic Hapi and Lysithea use. She knows it's horrifically powerful and dangerous magic, the kind she'd never seen or heard of before seeing Lysithea use it that fateful day they arrived at the monastery.
Dimitri swings again, and Lilia fires off a Blizzard, trying to catch the woman in place. She's quick though, continuously moving out of their attacks with that usual smirk on her face, blue eyes calculating their every movement. When she had thought about what sort of person Cornelia would be like, she'd certainly imagined someone powerful like this, but she'd wondered if the woman was just a puppet for the Empire. Seeing a spark of something intelligent and calculating in the mage's eyes tells her another story. Every time her hair flutters as she dodges, she's reminded again of that snake from her dreams.
Snakes... She wonders why that animal in particular.
She should've been focusing more, as in the split second that she takes to think, suddenly—
"Sweet dreams!"
Her vision is filled with light, and the pain is excruciating. She screams as magic tears through her, and she realises this is the same spell that nearly killed her at Gronder. After stumbling a bit, she manages to break away from the shining light and gasp out, desperate to fill her lungs with air. Her head is spinning, and she barely recognises Dimitri rushing over to her until she feels his arm around her. Instinctively she leans into him, her body aching all over. Her ears are ringing, like the blood is rushing to her brain, and the sound of people speaking is muted in her ears. The pain is dulling a little, probably because her body is trying to keep her alive, and she swallows gulps of air and tries to calm the shivers in her legs.
They need to win.
She opens her lips to say something, to tell Dimitri to defeat her, but her voice dies in her throat, strained and aching. At the very least her vision isn't swimming as badly as it was, and she can just see Cornelia in the distance. The woman, seeing an opportunity in Lilia's injured state, grins manically and rushes forward at the pair, the tip of her staff aimed for slither of bare skin at Dimitri's throat. Panic sets in, and Lilia— despite all her injuries— makes a weak attempt at reaching for his cloak, making a feeble attempt to pull him out of the way despite her injuries and the blatant difference in their strengths. She fully expects it to fail, and she squeezes her eyes shut and waits for the end when suddenly, the woman stops in place, her feet caught in place by swirling purple-black energies. Lilia looks up, wide-eyed, and sees Hapi; standing at a distance in the plaza. Relief fills her like a warmth. That steel thing must've been defeated.
The redhead hums, her tone mild as ever. "So it is you. When I heard you were a court mage or whatever, I could hardly believe it." Atop her horse, the valkyrie begins to stride forward. "Well, no point in standing around and chatting about old times. Let's get this over with."
"Hapi...!" She gasps out, voice cracking. Her heart is still beating wildly. "Thank goodness..."
"Yeah, yeah, we can talk later, so let's hurry up and finish this."
A weak laugh leaves her lips. What a relief it is, that Hapi is acting as she always does. Her fingers clutch at Dimitri's cloak tighter, and she can feel his grasp at her waist tighten in tandem with her motion. She takes a few moments to breath, though the sound of Cornelia struggling reminds her that they have more important things to do. So, she pats the prince's arm lightly, trying to not look too hard at how the metal of her armour has torn and ripped at her skin.
"Dimitri... let's... win back our home."
He nods and, after making sure she's not going to collapse, takes Areadbhar— running it through Cornelia.
Blood splatters the stone pavement, and the deep red stains Cornelia's chin and chest as she coughs. The dark magic Hapi casted slowly dissipates, and the former court mage falls to her knees. Despite the lance still plunged into her stomach and life quickly draining from her eyes, the woman laughs.
"So this was as far as I could get..." Her shoulders heave, like she wants to sigh but the very action causes her pain. Lilia can't find it in herself to feel bad. "Well, so be it. Still, I'll give you a little gift..."
Dimitri narrows his eyes as the woman reaches out with a hand. "It's over, Cornelia. If you have any last words, now is the time."
Cornelia tries to laugh at him, but hisses out painfully after just a few chuckles. "Right you are. Very well... I have an old tale that I would like you to hear, if I may. About something that happened ten years ago... Something Patricia said about how she wished to see her real daughter again, no matter who or what she had to sacrifice to do so..." Lilia doesn't like the way this is going, but she can't find it in herself to stop the woman. And clearly, Dimitri can't stop her either. "And about how I made her wish come true, at the cost of the king's head..."
"The king's head? You mean Duscur... You monster!" She can see his hand shaking, like he's holding himself back from gutting her entirely with the lance already shoved into her stomach. "You mean to say that my father... everyone... was killed by my stepmother?!"
"That's right. Her family meant everything to her... You certainly know that feeling, do you not?" She grins, blood staining her lips deep red, like a horrid mockery of lipstick. "Ah, poor little prince. Unloved by the only mother he ever knew... How pitiful."
Dimitri snarls. "How dare you!"
"There's nothing left for you now... Nothing but despair." She lets out a few more snickers before the breath finally leaves her body and she slumps forward on the lance.
Lilia lets herself fall to the ground, letting all the adrenaline seep from her body like smoke. She can see Hapi rushing towards her, all green fabric and vibrantly red hair, immediately casting a Physic spell on her way over in order to heal some of her wounds. She lets out a sigh. Even though she still aches all over and the pain is starting to grow back into more than just a mild sting now that she's not dulling it with panicked emotions, at the very least she knows that her country has been freed. That's all that really matters to her.
But for a few moments, she can't help but stare at Cornelia's body. She wishes that the woman had answered her when she'd asked why, though she knows that it was wishful thinking. Instead, her gaze lands on the staff the mage had been wielding, the strange black metal that it's made of. It's not the same kind as what Dimitri's armour is made of— the colour gleans differently in the setting sunlight, undertones of silver instead of the pitch night-black of his armour. It's strange enough that she decides to commit it to memory.
She can hear people beginning to approach, and the smell of fragrant flowers and sweets fills her mind, snapping her out of her thoughts. Mercedes. She looks up at the woman, who gives her a gentle look as she begins to cast healing magic, her prowess undeniable as she feels the wounds spattering her body begin healing over. She'll probably still need checking over once they're off the battlefield, but for now her wounds are healed over enough for her to stand back up— though she nearly falls into Mercedes while doing so.
Luckily, sweet and ever kind Mercedes offers her a hand to help her, and she can't help the smile forming on her face.
"We won..."
Dimitri meets her eyes, and nods. "We did. Faerghus is free."
After Gilbert and his battalion quelled the last of the fighting between the Loyalists and the Dukedom soldiers, they proceed within the halls of the castle itself. She'd considered the monastery to be the most opulent place she'd ever been inside before, but now that she sees the castle she knows she was wrong. It's utterly incredible to think that this is the place Dimitri grew up in— especially when she thinks of it and compares it to the tiny little village she'd lived in, especially the church that she'd spent her younger years in. She almost can't even figure out where to start, or what anything is.
Walking through, Sylvain lets out an easygoing comment: "So, obviously we're having a feast, right?"
"A feast?" Ingrid perks up at that.
"Of course that got your attention..." He mutters, before continuing. "Well, duh, a celebratory feast! We've won back our capital, after all."
Yuri slinks forward, a flash of sweet perfume and lavender hair and painted lips. "I know there's still people working here in the castle. Apparently, Cornelia got real comfortable and was using it. There's probably plenty of feast-worthy foods in stock, and I'm sure they won't mind us using the kitchens to whip up a feast."
A lively conversation begins about the celebratory feast, but Lilia can't help but keep her eye on Dimitri, his lips pursed and his brow creased deep in thought. As always, Dedue has remained staunchly by his side, clad in thick, heavy plated armour and his deep green eyes always watching. Just because they've won doesn't mean there mightn't be a leftover soldier poised and ready to attack. He too, is on guard after Gronder.
She approaches quietly, stopping just in front of the prince and tilting her head upwards to look up at him, silvery bangs and thick black eyelashes framing delicate blue eyes.
"What's on your mind?" She asks, just loud enough for their small group to hear.
"Ah... Sorry, I didn't intend to worry... It's just..." He looks at her for a moment, biting his lower lip, the space between his brows wrinkled in thought. "Try as that woman might to spout nonsense to her very last, nothing could change the fact that she was an enemy of the kingdom. She sold out Faerghus to the Empire, forcing our people to suffer their tyranny..." He inhales, gazing to the group eagerly discussing their celebrations for a few brief moments, turning back to Dedue once he's finished watching the others. "But all that ends today. No more blood will be needlessly spilled. Now the Cornelia has fallen, we will exert pressure on the nobles who were aligned with her. Perhaps we may yet find a connection to the tragic incident in Duscur. Once we do that, we will finally be able to prove the innocence of its people."
The larger man's expression softens a little. "Your Highness... I am certain that would make those of Duscur who lost their lives that day very happy. I am grateful. And I am proud to serve a man such as you."
Lilia nods in agreement. Cornelia's deathbed confession has given them some clues that they could follow up on now that Faerghus has been freed from her grasps. She believes, and she's sure Dimitri feels the same way, that their country won't truly be free from this war until the people of Duscur have their innocence proclaimed and proven.
The clank of Gilbert's armour approaching is what gets the three of them to turn their head, the older gentleman making a gesture with his hand.
"Come, Your Highness. You still have some responsibilities that must be carried out," Despite the everlasting calmness that lingers in Gilbert's voice, there is a softness around his eyes. "Your people have been patiently awaiting your return."
Dimitri's breath hitches.
"Do you mean..." Immediately he shakes his head. "No. I can't bear to face them after all that I—"
She frowns a little, and takes his hand in her own. She'd removed her vambraces and gauntlets after the battle in order to help put medicine and bandages on them, but the armour was already too far gone for repairs. Right now, she is no soldier. She is just a girl, trying to convince a man who is to be king to take his throne.
"It's going to be okay," She murmurs. "You need to do this."
He takes a deep breath. "You're right... I must. I am their king, after all..."
Gilbert leads the three of them up a flight of stairs, marble-white walls with blue accents. There are paintings and statues everywhere, priceless vases filled with beautiful seasonal flowers, drapery in the deep Faerghan blues she'd come to expect. She wonders if it had always looked like this, or if Cornelia had done some remodelling during the five years. Nobody's commented on it yet, so she isn't sure. Still, the place has clearly been taken care of in the absence of it's true owners, and she wonders if that was because the people working here were frightened, or if it was because they'd hoped for the return of their king.
The ginger-haired man leads them into a room, and then opens another door to a balcony, and—
She is overwhelmed by the sound of people cheering. Even from just beyond the inside of the door, the voices are resonating, loud and proud and absolutely full of joy. It makes her heart pound wildly, and a brief glimpse up at Dimitri tells her that he's feeling the same way. Slowly, Gilbert begins to exit onto the balcony, looking back and waiting for Dimitri to follow.
The prince hesitates, his foot just beyond the door's boundary, already staring off into the distant sunset sky. He inhales sharply and looks to the older man with a wide eye, his voice nearly breaking as he asks,
"What... what is this?"
Gentle, almost paternally, Gilbert responds. "As you can see, the people are rejoicing at the return of their king."
"Even though I turned my back on them, and fled the kingdom in disgrace..." Dimitri hesitatingly takes another step forward, both feet now on the balcony. There is still a hesitation there, a horrible fear of rejection from his people that permeates off of him in waves. Gently, Lilia presses her hand to his back and steps over the doorway with him.
"Even so... the spectacle before you does not lie. We are a kingdom in need of a king. A hero to save the people from their long oppression," If she looks close enough at Gilbert, his red hair aflame in the setting sun, she can almost see the glisten of tears forming in his eyes. "Your Highness... It is truly a blessing that you have returned."
His voice breaks. "Do I really have the right to stand here? Will they accept me as their king?" He turns to her, wet tears down his cheek. They're running down hers too. "Bloodstained as I am... Am I fit to be king?"
Without the heels of her boots, she has to stand on the very very tips of her toes to brush the tears away from under his eyes. A wet smile forms on her face, and she laughs softly. "Don't cry, Dimitri... Smile."
He laughs as well, soft and gentle, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "These are happy tears."
His hand parts from her, and he steps forward to the very end of the balcony, staring out beyond at the people below. They're glowing in the sunset, cheering and waving, their voices growing louder upon seeing their future king— the Faerghan royal blue and blond hair a proof of who he is.
"I am finally home again..." He whispers. "Faerghus... How I missed you..."
fuck me this chapter is long im sorry thats why it took ages.
it's a total of 5.6k without my notes :skull:
ANYWAY. FAERGHUS IS LIBERATEDDD
i hate writing battles but for some reason they always end up being my longest chapters
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and yeah its Definitely not at all accurate but its a good movie nonetheless
guest: im glad u liked the parallels ! they were important to me... i hope u enjoyed this chapter :pleading:
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ANYWAY! i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! thank u for reading!