DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fire Emblem, Nintendo does. I just own this version of the plot and original characters.
(A/N: Thanks goes out to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, and to all those that reviewed throughout my story. This is my epilogue for this story here, but I'll let you readers know something after you read the chapter.)
Chapter Rating: T
Epilogue
Six Months Later, Castle Ostia:
There was a knock at the door from the soldier who was standing guard outside.
"Sire. There is a messenger here to see you."
"Very well. Send them in."
The fortress known as Castle Ostia, with its stone battlements, and well-trained soldiers was a sight to behold with all its might and splendour. But when that was compared to its new leader, it was second to who wore the armor in this private study. Not one of his busiest moments, the Marquess of Ostia liked his privacy as much as anyone else. It was a room that he could actually call his own.
"Lord Uther. Greetings."
The marquess looked up from writing his documents and cracked a small smile out of his usually stone-clad face. It was dark in the room, but from the candle light that was available, he could see clearly who it was. Shifting in his chair, he beckoned the messenger to come in further, while shutting the door behind them.
"Here is my report."
Giving the Marquess the piece of parchment, the servant began to leave again, before the person stopped as she heard Lord Uther begin speaking.
"There are unconfirmed reports that the Taliver is under new leadership, with less and less co-ordinated attacks since the destruction of the unfortunate Lorcan's. Seems that your last assignment has been killed in the attack."
"Yes, it seems so."
Sighing, Lord Uther continued.
"Getting attached to him was not recommended. But since you did, you'll have to live with those feelings for the rest of your life. So take a couple days rest for yourself before your next assignment. I invite you to."
"Thank you, m'lord. May I leave now Sire?"
"You may."
The young lady walked back into the darkness of the hallway, closing the door behind her, leaving the Marquess to his privacy once again. Glancing over the report he was given, Uther thought that he might have seen a trickle of a tear escape from an eye from the young informant in the dim candle light. It would be one of the rarest moments that he had seen any emotion from Leila since her employment within the Lycian League.
The Marquess of Ostia hoped that one of his two best informants on all of Elibe would get past this small lost without too much difficulty.
(END)
(A/N: Thanks for helping to make me feel welcome here at FanFiction dot net in the Fire Emblem section, as it was good to get to know you from seeing your reviews. Those reviews helped me along, and I am grateful to have received those comments. A most sincere thank you to everyone.)
(A/N: I also hope to see you around for the sequel, that's right, sequel, that I'm working on. A note though, I have no idea when the next story will be posted.)
Until then,
-Tactician from the NorthEast.