Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken. It, and the 6 other Fire
Emblem games, are owned by Nintendo.
A/N: This story will deal with one sided feeling between the Troubador Priscilla for her older brother the Mercenary Raven. Based off of the first support between said two characters. This is also going to be a one shot.
This is also my first Character POV fic meaning I am writing this from a specific character view. So I will try and keep this in character. I will also try and explain how she became a Troubador and he a Mercenary although the game does well explaining the latter.
Brother Shut up and write.
I will, I will. Sheesh you always get antsy when I haven't written in a while.
That's cause I'm your editor knitwit.
True dat.
To love ones brother.
He's always been so kind to me. Even when we were kids. I still remember the day that, even though it was a game, he said when I was no longer a child he would marry me. He had even given me a ring.
Now that I'm older I know it was to make me feel better. But I still want to be near him. His warm smile, his gentle eyes, despite all that has happened I'm glad he is still alive.
I had spent years trying to find him. After the family of Ostia came and destroyed our family land and name. I had been found by a troupe of traveling performers. They had taken me in and taught me how to act, play, and jest.
Looking at him now I can tell her has changed. My Lord brother is not soft anymore. He has grown into a strong person. A Mercenary of high standing. His sword, held firm while blood, both his and our foes, drips to the ground.
Its still hard to believe he is alive. It was only simple chance we ran into each other while fighting in Caelin castle. He was working for the lord of Caelin but felt he need to fight to save his friend the Monk Lucius.
I was overjoyed when I saw him down that hallway in the castle. I galloped my horse right up to him. The look on his face when he recognized me. It was so full of surprise and joy that I nearly leapt off my horse to hug him.
We've fought several battles since that one and I keep near him. He may not realize it but I've treated his wounds after his encounters. However he has rescued me and others numerous times. Often putting his life on the line taking on Knights and Cavalers. Almost like he was a Hero.
Even now he is protecting another from an attack while countering with his sword. And each time I remember. That even though I am his sister, and still am a child at that ... I always want to be by his side. Even if it's not as I wish it to be.
END
E/N: Well folks thats that. Another fanfic by Deth Apacolypse. Flame it, review it, like it, Hate it. Its up to you. Its not very long but I feel I managed to pull the essence of Priscilla out very well. Who knows ... maybe I'll be able to write another one.
You almost done or what
Yeah, I'm finished
A/N: This story will deal with one sided feeling between the Troubador Priscilla for her older brother the Mercenary Raven. Based off of the first support between said two characters. This is also going to be a one shot.
This is also my first Character POV fic meaning I am writing this from a specific character view. So I will try and keep this in character. I will also try and explain how she became a Troubador and he a Mercenary although the game does well explaining the latter.
Brother Shut up and write.
I will, I will. Sheesh you always get antsy when I haven't written in a while.
That's cause I'm your editor knitwit.
True dat.
To love ones brother.
He's always been so kind to me. Even when we were kids. I still remember the day that, even though it was a game, he said when I was no longer a child he would marry me. He had even given me a ring.
Now that I'm older I know it was to make me feel better. But I still want to be near him. His warm smile, his gentle eyes, despite all that has happened I'm glad he is still alive.
I had spent years trying to find him. After the family of Ostia came and destroyed our family land and name. I had been found by a troupe of traveling performers. They had taken me in and taught me how to act, play, and jest.
Looking at him now I can tell her has changed. My Lord brother is not soft anymore. He has grown into a strong person. A Mercenary of high standing. His sword, held firm while blood, both his and our foes, drips to the ground.
Its still hard to believe he is alive. It was only simple chance we ran into each other while fighting in Caelin castle. He was working for the lord of Caelin but felt he need to fight to save his friend the Monk Lucius.
I was overjoyed when I saw him down that hallway in the castle. I galloped my horse right up to him. The look on his face when he recognized me. It was so full of surprise and joy that I nearly leapt off my horse to hug him.
We've fought several battles since that one and I keep near him. He may not realize it but I've treated his wounds after his encounters. However he has rescued me and others numerous times. Often putting his life on the line taking on Knights and Cavalers. Almost like he was a Hero.
Even now he is protecting another from an attack while countering with his sword. And each time I remember. That even though I am his sister, and still am a child at that ... I always want to be by his side. Even if it's not as I wish it to be.
END
E/N: Well folks thats that. Another fanfic by Deth Apacolypse. Flame it, review it, like it, Hate it. Its up to you. Its not very long but I feel I managed to pull the essence of Priscilla out very well. Who knows ... maybe I'll be able to write another one.
You almost done or what
Yeah, I'm finished