Hero: This has been completed for a few months, but I kept tweaking it bit by bit while also reviewing my outline. Thinking we can end this in about 10 more chapters or less. Also made some cuts to some chapters entirely as to get to Arc III a bit faster. The ideas are decent, but I don't think they're worth keeping for the sake of my long term goals. But regardless, I hope you enjoy all the ideas I do plan to keep for the story. I think some of them are intriguing to keep you all invested. Anyway, let's get going. Chapter 21 of Resolve of a Family is out now!

Chapter 21

Haze, fog, darkness… that was all he could see. The Tactician could only recognize these things. But then, apart from the noise of his hollow footsteps, something else could be heard.

Laughter. Maniacal laughter. A myriad of cackling, and yet some stood out…. With a menacing laugh in particular being almost purposefully distinct from the pack. One not of insanity, but one that was distinct enough from the others. It put a wide, heavy weight upon Orpheus' chest.

"Tactician…!" The first voice apoke. "We are not done yet. I am not done!" Orpheus recognized that voice."

"Gangrel!? Why won't you stay dead!?"

"You are the one who is dead. A walking corpse. Waiting to be killed and consumed by your destiny… You are like cattle, waiting to be harvested! …we're not so different…. Pawns of fate…"

"No!" The flames would engulf him, bringing some light. "I am not a pawn! I make my own destiny! I'm nothing like you!"

"Fool! You are me! More than you could ever admit-"the voice grew distorted. "Fe-r H– Re-rn."

"What-!?" An earth shattering roar echoed through the void, removing Gangrel's voice from existence. Something was in front of him. Something big…. A set of red eyes would glow. The socket space alone was far bigger than the tactician. It would Rise to tower over him. This dragon put buildings and castles to shame. Could it be…?

"Y-r M-ther and F—er are dead, — one." It laughed with a slow sinister laugh. One that was assured of its victory. The dragon only visible through the glowing red eyes had its mouth open, lunging forward to consume the Tactician.

"And now – i- yo-r turn... to DIE!"

Orpheus would jump forward in his bed, shirtless and gasping for her. Heavy breathing as he immediately lost his memory of what just happened.

"Again… I can never remember them. Until I go back." The last time he had one dream like this… was before Emmeryn died. Since Gangrel's death however, he has occasionally had dark dreams like this. But now they are slowly picking up in their frequency.

"If only I could write them down before I lost any recollection…" he was upset, but he had to calm down. The sun still wasn't up. Best to go back to sleep. And moments later… he clocked out. Into his dreams, he could recall it all. What was that thing? Was it Grima? A premonition? It was talking to him. He killed his family. Grima is the one responsible. This era of peace will not last… Grima's return is inevitable, despite what anyone wants to believe. The Tactician can only train and prepare everyone for that moment when it arrives. The moment that will determine if they can avert the dark pit of destiny or fall back into it.

The next day would come, and with that, an important decision was to be made. Orpheus and Chrom's discussion from before the attack was cut short, but it was clear Mustafa was meant to decide his own fate. The Tactician had arrived in the barracks to discuss his future with the man himself. After exchanging greetings, Orpheus immediately got to business.

"Chrom suggests you be given the chance to return home, but I do not believe that is the best course. The rumors and reports of a potential civil war brewing in the capital make me wonder if that's the best for all of you. What I suggest is simple; stay here in the country. There's a village called Southtown; this is where you could live with your family. It's far from the border too so you are less likely to be tracked. I will have you, your family, and your men be given citizenship and we can start preparing homes for you all. It'll be sudden, so they may still be in construction by the time you arrive, but I can arrange for some temporary housing until that day comes. It's your call. And I'll go along with whatever your decision is."

"...and is there any other option you can present?"

"I would suggest Regna Ferox as well. I'm certain Basilio wouldn't mind helping you given that you protected some of his troops before we fought. But I would have to contact him first. I'm not too familiar with the layout of the land either. I just know that the climate is harsher, the opposite of what you're used to."

"Hm, I shall consult with everyone first. If I were to choose, I would not be opposed to staying in Ylisse."

"Very well. I'll inform the proper parties to make preparations if that is the final decision you all make." Orpheus would rise from his chair, giving a small bow.

"I have one more question. It concerns your sister."

"What about her? Do you know her?" Was this another shot to learn something new from his past?

"My wife mentioned that she knew a boy named Henry. Do you have any information on him? He got along well with my family… I used to give him peaches from time to time, but he went missing before the war."

"I… don't know who that is. My sister might have, but not anymore…" another dead end. But the name he did take note of, in case this person was still alive. "When I met her, she did have her memories, but something supernatural affected her. Our Dark Mage Tharja speculates it has to be a Hex. But to wipe nearly the whole mind clean is unprecedented. Most mind related hexs only affect specific memories. Too much and it can ruin the mind forever. This might have happened to me too. I don't know where I come from either. I only woke up one day and met Chrom. Still, she can't remember anything but the fact that we're siblings. And Tharja can vouch that we are."

"I see."

"If I were to speculate… I believe the boy is fine. Especially if my sister mentioned him so casually. I'd like to believe he is somewhere out there safe. I'll ask Tharja about his status. Perhaps she knew him too, given she was friends with my Sister as well."

"Thank you. That'll be all then."

"Very well. Then if you'll excuse me." There were more preparations to make before the big day. Well, the first of many big days.

In the sparring ground, Orpheus had brought out Sully, Stahl, Cordelia, Miriel, and Lon'qu with Frederick as their overseer.

"My friends, it's good to see you all. I have called you all out here for a very important announcement. One I think you already know about. You five are to be the first amongst the Shepherds to be promoted. More people are wanting to sign into the army so I want us all to keep growing. These promotions will help you all gain access to broader weapons, refining your already excellent talents, and more importantly, giving you more leadership skills. Skills I think we will need for Orientation day. Are you all fine with this?" To which the group all nodded. "Excellent. I'll inform each of you on your options, recommend what I believe is better for you, and then you are free to make your choice. I'll start with the easy one. Lon'qu, you wish to be a Swordmaster, don't you?"

"Yes."

"I knew it. Alright, Stahl, Sully; you two have the same options so I'll have Frederick describe them both at once for you two."

"Thank you, Orpheus. A Great Knight as you know is what I am. You excel at stout defense with more thick armor. You will also he trained with axe usage while on horseback. A Paladin is much more balanced, however. You will be more focused with your current weapons, but your armor will still be highly functional and more resistant to magical attacks. This armor also is easier on your horse, allowing for even faster travel on the battlefield. Sully, I would suggest you be a Paladin. Your nature would fit the Paladin's style of combat. And you, Stahl are welcome to be a fellow Great Knight alongside me. Your nature to protect your allies first would make you into a mobile wall. As Orpheus suggested, it is your decision and there is no rush. Now, please inform Miriel of her options, Orpheus."

"Very well. Miriel, logically you would be sound as a Sage. Both it and the Valkyrie would allow you deep training into staff usage. A Valkyrie well also entail you to train yourself using magic on horseback. Naturally this is the more difficult of the two. But I believe both offer their strengths and weaknesses."

"Indeed. I have spent much time thinking about this beforehand and my decision is already made. I shall learn the ways of a Sage."

"Excellent choice, Miriel." Orpheus would nod. The fact that most of the Shepherds have their minds made up for this made things so much easier for all parties. "Now Cordelia… you and Sumia have the same options. Of course she couldn't make it today as I'm certain you already know." Chrom was going to bring this up to her on their own time. "You have two options. The Dark Flier uses magic to become an excellent flying unit who can attack from range while the Falcon Knight leans into an aggressive support style. Mastering the Lance while having training with Staves to heal allies who might be too far away from a normal healer's range. Honestly… this one is all you. Both work well. Sumia is also free to make her own choice but I believe both of you can make wonderful work out of either class."

"I… have already made up my mind on what I wish to do." Cordelia seemed confident despite how her words trailed off.

"Alright, let's hear it."

"I wish to be a Falcon Knight. Just like Lady Phila. I wish to make her, and all my other sisters proud. I will be one worthy of her title."

"Wonderful. I'm sure you'll make them all proud." Even Frederick was moved by her motivation, as he was well acquainted with the Captain of the Pegasus Knights.

"Alright. To everyone who has decided on their role, let's get to work. And if you're not sure, it's fine to think and be certain on what is right for you. Now… let's begin. We have a lot of business to take care of." And so began the next few days of intense training and learning. Everyone had to display both knowledge and skill to properly earn these titles. And with few remaining veterans and members of the old guard still around, it was imperative that they earn these titles fast. After all, who would be around to help teach the incoming trainees? On that note, however, there was one more person to go meet.

The next day at the Barracks. Orpheus set up a meeting with an unusual candidate; one that has always been ready for a promotion, but was currently contemplating on whether to renew a contract or perhaps join another group. Orpheus was now the one to discuss these terms.

"Gregor. It's good to see you haven't left yet."

"Ah, Tactician. You looking stronger every day. Now is chance to be Big Shot!" His accent was definitely still as thick as ever. But that was his charm at this point.

"I know you've been contemplating leaving. After all, there are always battles going on somewhere in the world, people in need of protection, all that good stuff. But I have a proposition for you. A long term one, but one I feel you may like."

"Money is how mercenaries do the talking, but what is it you propose to Gregor?"

"I wish to make you a full member of the Shepherds, as well as being a teacher for this army."

"Teacher? Not bad job for one of my age, has the tenure that Vaike likes talking about; but good talks is needed for job. Am still not greatest in this tongue. So why suggest this to Gregor?" The man was a bit confused. He has helped teach some people like Donnel how to use other weapons, as well as passing on some veteran advice to Lon'qu, but to teach young trainees? How would it work?

"I understand your concern, Gregor. You are a very wise man. And while yes, teachers must be able to communicate successfully to best help their students, sometimes the best teachers for some students are those who show and not simply just tell. You've fought many battles, used and learned many more techniques. Teaching the basics and maybe even an advanced trick or two can definitely be helpful in the days to come. And I'm going to be offering you three times what you would be normally paid for."

"Three times!? I no complain, but am a bit confused. That is almost deal of entire life!"

"Yes. Well, it's because I'm basically having you do two jobs unless a war happens. Maybe even three if you consider the Shepherds being different than being a soldier. Your wisdom is what I value here, Gregor. You're a man as strong as a Kahn and battle savvy as one too. If anything, I feel like I'm shorting you some money, but this is the entire pot I can offer. It's up to you if you want it."

"Ahaha, you know how to flatter allies. Very well, I take deal. Am both Shepherd and teacher for your new kids in army." He put his hand across the table to shake the Tactician's hand. A very firm grip. "Ooh, handshake stronger than before. Is good to have you now as the Big Boss."

"And it's good to have you as an ally, my friend. How about I call up Vaike and the boys to bring out the Ale to celebrate our new friendship?"

"Now is speaking other favorite language, Orpheus!"

The end of September. Orientation Day.

The Sun was barely up and yet so many recruits were wide awake, before some very important looking figures. The young woman named Tania had been inspired by recent events and was of age to join the army. Her desire to continue her family's legacy of knighthood pushed her already, but the legend of the new Tactician helped inspire her to join now rather than later. And on top of a podium there he was, the Tactician himself. A bit thinner than she expected, not as built as the Exalt, who was in the Center giving his speech to the new batch of recruits. And the two women next to them besides the Princess were dressed like Pegasus Knights… the very class she aspired to!

"-I am grateful, and honored that you all have taken up the courage to protect the people of this Kingdom." Chrom was almost done. And preparing to hand off the speech to Orpheus to finish off with the more technical parts of this busy day. "We amongst the current generation of the Ylissean Army, alongside my Shepherds, will be teaching you all we know to prepare for any potential conflict ahead. Now, to present that plan, is my Tactician, the Grandmaster of the Army, Orpheus!" Way to butter up the crowd. This was supposed to be a serious moment, yet cheers almost as loud as when Chrom arrived could be heard inside the open area of the Castle. They knew who this man was. He's part of the reason why they're here. As Chrom stepped back, Orpheus moved to the center, taking in the noise. Almost enjoying it. When his hands raised up, he tried to calm the crowd down. He did have a message to speak after all.

"It's encouraging to see you all so excited to be here. I myself have been welcomed into the army and Shepherds alike with open arms, despite my unknown origins, and I'm certain you all will be too. My goal for you all is help you grow into fine soldiers, the next generation for this army. We're not going to rush this process however. With so many of you here, it might be best to take our time to assess and determine what you all might be suited for. In fact, I'm certain more than a few already know what you want to be. But we shall see where your potential lies. Over the next few months, we're going to give you all basic training, seeing where you stack up with various weapon types. And from there, we can all begin to separate everyone to begin class specific training. Some of you may be knights, others may be archers, and so on. We will eventually ask where you wish to go as well as offer up a list or lone option of where we feel you're best suited for. You will receive instructions from various higher ups in our army, but also some of the Shepherds themselves. Hell, you might be lucky enough to get a class from the Legendary Exalt himself if we ever get that short handed." He would laugh to himself a bit, Chrom knowing full well teaching was not his forte. "But to reiterate one more time, I'm really glad so many of you have joined us. My goal for this army is to make you all into the finest in the land. We might even make Regna Ferox and their warriors a bit nervous when you all are ready for the field. Now then…. You all have an hour to get your training equipment and get settled in. Get suited up, your gear ready, and acquainted with some of your fellow trainees, because it's about to get real busy here. We're going to be hard, but fair; test your mettle, have you face adversity, and get you ready for the challenges ahead. Now if the Exalt doesn't have anything else to say… you are dismissed."

The trainees were dispersed to form many lines, all to gather basic equipment and would head towards the Barracks to know where to store their gear. An hour later, they were divided up to face separate teachers for their first lessons. Orpheus led a class on sword training… since Lon'qu isn't the best at speaking to people. Accompanied by Donnel, Orpheus was explaining the forms of swordplay.

"Keeping your sword at the ready and able to move is the key when facing adversaries, using fluid motions to attack and defend, one into the next, and so on. I made some…. Adjustments to Form I, to best help you get an understanding with the motions. Donnel here will help display that with me. The two pulled up their wooden swords at the same time, keeping them up as a salute before readying themselves into position. "One, two, three, four, five, six." One was a vertical swing, to test Donnel's defenses, then a horizontal guard to block Donnel's parry, third was a downward diagonal slice to the right, fourth a opposite guard like with the second, fifth was an opposite swing of his third, and six was bringing it back to its first position to rest and reestablish a forward tilt of the blade. Then, they repeat. Meanwhile, Tania was observing with intent, trying to memorize and imagine herself making those motions, when a voice beside her would interrupt her. "Hey, girl. That kid with the pot on his head… he's supposed to be a Shepherd? He can barely hold that sword."

"Shh, I'm trying to watch." She hushed him immediately, not wanting to be distracted by his slander and banter.

"Oh come on, if he's that much of a pushover, we'll be Shepherds come Winter." And Orpheus broke through, knocking Donnel down to the ground on his back. "How pathetic."

"Oh. Sorry about that Donnel." Orpheus quickly moved to give the boy a hand. "Something distracted me and I broke away from the lesson."

"Nah, it's all right there, Orpheus." He reassured the Tactician as he got pulled up. "Still getting the hang of this thing."

"I understand. But… what I don't understand is, who were the two that were talking while we were teaching?" And there was no response, Tania and the man next to her stiffened up quickly. Orpheus got closer to them, targeting the one man beside them. "Was it you then?"

"Sir, no, sir!"

"To hell with that, I heard chatter from here, I bet it was you!" He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
"Sir, it was not me, sir!"

Tania was about to come clean and say she talked, despite being the one who didn't instigate it; she didn't want to see an innocent trainee take the fall for something she was a part of on the first day. But it was the instigator himself who spoke up.
"Sir, I was talking, sir!" Orpheus instantly let go of the one he pinned the crime on initially.

"Well now… what have we got here?" He approached the man, getting into his personal space, eyes looking up at him, yet it was the man who was being looked down upon. "A comedian perhaps? Our Court Jester? I admire your honesty…" He put his left hand on the slightly taller young man's shoulder. "Hell, I like you; you can come down to the barracks and court my Sister!" He immediately pushed the man to the ground, red flames sparking off his body for a frame. "You little scumbag! I've got your name! I've got your arse! There is no laughing or crying here, you'll learn by the numbers, I will teach you! Now get up, on your feet." Orpheus was being far harsher here than ever before. He took this job of being an instructor seriously. He'll not allow fools to interfere with his design. The man would slowly get back up and stand at attention, still shaken up by the sudden shove by his teacher. "You best explain this situation, or hell will be upon you within seconds. What's your name, Chatterbox?"

"Sir, Dickson, sir!"

"Dickson? Alright then, Joker. Are you gonna tell me what was so important you had to talk in the middle of my lesson? And don't even think about lying, I'll ask Little Miss Trainee here for verification on what you say. And speak plainly, I'll allow it this time."

"Sir, that Donnel is just a kid. I'm certain most of us are older than him and could outclass him!"

"And what makes you so goddamn certain, Trainee Joker? Why did you join my beloved army?"

"To protect my home country!"

"Ah nice, we got a Patriot here. Get in line, you're not the first to say that, I bet. What makes you so confident you can fit in this army?"

"Sir, I've been chasing away straggling Risen since they've appeared."

"Oh mighty confident, are we now, Lone Ranger? Tell me, miss. Is his slander of my comrade true? Did he doubt his abilities?"
This was not how she wanted to meet the Grandmaster she heard stories of. She wanted to meet him in a much more forgiving circumstance, not like this…

"Y-Yes, sir!"

"Interesting… and I assume you didn't reciprocate that feeling?"

"No, sir! I wanted to pay attention to your lesson."

"Alright, and is she telling the truth, Trainee Joker?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very interesting… why don't we put this to the test then?" He would put the wooden sword he had into Dickson's hand. "How about you show me and everyone else here your skills first hand then? Let's see if the basic training is above you."

"You want me to face you, sir?"

"Oh, no. Not me." His gaze focused on his eyes, dead center with that dry, sarcastic tone in full force. "If you faced me, you would be tasting dirt again before you could even blink. You might not even see how you got knocked out. No… I say let's make this a more fair challenge. Donnel!" He snapped his fingers.

"Uh, yeah, Orpheus?" Donnel clumsily got himself at attention.

"I want you to have a bit of sparring practice with Joker over here. Let's see how skilled our boy here is." He shifted to the Trainee. "Alright, Dickson. Beat Donnel and I'll have you take his spot and be a Shepherd right away." The trainees around him looked and sounded surprised as a few gasps were heard. "If you're this good, you'll be one by Winter, is that right? Then I'll break the rules for you and get you on there, and have you take his own private training. While Chrom leads this army as our Exalted Leader, I pretty much run the Shepherds now. I can make this kind of move just like him. Get up here, both of you and let's see who is better." Orpheus intended to make an example of him. If this was a distraction, then he was going to turn it into another lesson. Dickson was about to put all his chips in on this endeavor. Donnel would whisper to Orpheus while the upstart got ready. "Hey, uh, I'm barely gettin' used to this. I'm much better with muh lance. Shouldn't I use that?"

"No. You need to have some confidence. You're better than pretty much everyone here right now. You got the fundamentals down, and your experience will help you win this. Show us all how well you've come along since joining us. Chrom and I wouldn't have brought you on if we didn't believe in you. Believe in yourself now."

"Okay then! I'll do this right and make y'all proud, Orpheus!"

"That's the spirit! Get ready." Donnel would move to the line across from his opponent.

"Alright, ready positions. You start on my signal." Orpheus would move between them both, acting as their referee in this sparring session. "This is not to the death, and you win by knocking your opponent over or pushing the sword against a fatal spot like the center of their chest or neck, you get the gist of it. Are you both ready?" The two nodded their heads. The once clumsy Donnel stiffened up, now showing some subtle poise, his hips angled right, perpendicular to his opponent. "Begin!"

Donnel would begin with the motions he practiced with Orpheus, swiping vertically downward to have his blade blocked by Dickson. The Joker would swing to push Donnel back and then pull his sword back, twist his wrist to the right, and swing to the left. Orpheus noted that was not proper form. Donnel must have realized it as well, he dodged it calmly and before bringing his arm up to charge at his target and knocked him over to the ground, pointing the sword at him before he realized what hit him. He learned a trick from veteran Mercenaries. The ones who typically have a shield on their off-hand. A charging technique to disable targets they're not meant to kill, but subdue. Even in a sparring session, he showed mercy. Donnel was more battle-savvy and aware than he gave himself credit for.

"And that does it here. Alright, class, let this be a lesson in both respect and not to underestimate your enemy. Donnel is way more experienced here than any of you. He joined us in saving his own village from Brigands. Battle on the Longfort Island ring any bells to anyone? We were so impressed with his resolve, we had him become a Shepherd. And he fought with us in the War against Gangrel and Plegia. Can any of you come close to these feats? Does anyone else want to test their skills against him?" Only silence. "I didn't think so. Now then, Dickson. On your feet." He pulled the man up, murmuring something to him. "I see skill in you. Consider training in the Axe from here. I think you might have a budding talent in that. Now get back into your position at attention. I do not want a repeat of this situation. Am I understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!" He moved quickly there, feeling humiliated, but a bit comforted by Orpheus spotting something to acknowledge.

"From now on, you all will only speak when spoken to, are practicing with your fellow trainees, or are dismissed. Do you all understand?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Good. If you did this in front of Frederick, you'd be in for much worse. I'm a saint next to him. Now, let's continue where we left off. Lon'qu, let's you and me spar for a bit and show some advanced stuff for them to get a glance at."

The rest of Orpheus' lessons went off without a hitch, the group immediately went to work practicing the rest of the way while he and his fellow instructors supervised them.

During a pause between sessions, Orpheus was chatting with Cordelia at the edge of the open training ground, a small open room with enough space to let a few Warriors sit and rest; he was telling her about what had happened before.

"Was that force really necessary?" She asked, surprised by his strictness.

"I learned it from Frederick. Some harshness can be good if needed. I don't want it to be a habit, so don't worry. I think he got the idea."

The two were soon going to depart to get Lunch with the others; but a meek voice soon spoke up.

"Um, excuse me, Mister Orpheus?"

Both Cordelia and Orpheus would turn around and see the young girl from Orpheus' first training session.

"Oh, you're that girl that was being bothered by Dickson, yes?"

"Uh, yes sir! My name is Tania. I was hoping to uh, apologize for not speaking up so soon. I got an innocent man almost taking the blame for that."

"Oh you needn't worry. Dickson should have said something first since he was the one who instigated it. Still, I appreciate the desire to own up to it. Not many people can actually own up to their mistakes."

"Thank you, sir. May I ask who the woman is next to you?"

"Oh, her? She can introduce herself. She won't bite." The glare from his beloved could pierce stone walls.

"I'm Cordelia. I'm helping with Lance work."

"Are you a Pegasus Knight?"

"Yes. I've been one for a year now."

"Then are you the one Raine told me about?" Orpheus and Cordelia's eyes both widened the moment that name came out of her mouth. Cordelia especially knew who that was. The woman who gave her a hard time. "I'm her younger sister." That explains it. Was she here for spiteful reasons? Or to continue her sister's spirits? Both possibilities were likely.

"...Did she speak of me to you?" Cordelia would speak up through the moment or silence.

"Yes. In the few letters I got from her, she mentioned you were the new girl… I then got that letter about how she perished from Gangrel's invasion. And how you were the only one who survived."

Orpheus immediately assumed the worst. Her wording came across as someone who wanted to blame his love interest. "Hey, if this is about blaming-" But Cordelia cut him off.

"Let her finish."

"It's as you feared, Mister Orpheus. When I grieved, I held some disdain for you, Miss Cordelia. For everyone. I was wishing she lived and was the one who fled to warn the Late Exalt. But over time and from the stories I looked into, I let it go."

"Where did you hear of these stories?"

"When I came here to sign up, I asked around if there were any who knew. And by sheer luck, I met a Shepherd at the church. A priest named Libra. He explained all of what happened during the battle. He learned it from a knight who passed on after sharing the details. That knight… was Raine."

"You've gotta be kidding me…" Orpheus was the only one who made an active remark. But he too was flabbergasted. She lived long enough to tell the tale. "Did you tell him you were sisters?"

"No. But I think he knew... I was trying hard not to cry in there and disturb everyone else. When I learned that, I couldn't blame you anymore. I couldn't blame anyone." She looked to the ground before her, the possibility of crying right now was realistic. "I apologize for harboring those feelings. I now understand some of what happened." She bowed her head. "Now I wish to honor my Brave sister's life by being a proud Knight! I will make Raine proud of me!"

Orpheus smiled at her resolve. The girl went through a lot too. War affects many people. The loss of one life can cause an echo that can reach across the land. Be it the Exalt or a Commoner, the loss of life is always a tragedy. The survivors or those left behind, how they react and cope with it is what determines their character. This young lady struggled and now she has begun to continue along her path. "Well, Cordelia? What do you say to that?"

"I… I would be honored to take you under my wing, Tania. I think Raine would wish for it too if she were here right now. I'm not sure if I will be as great a teacher as Lady Phila, but I shall do my best. For her, and everyone else we lost that day."

"Miss Cordelia…!" The dark brunette would embrace the Falcon Knight, a surprise to be sure… but a welcome one. Cordelia reciprocated, tears forming, but a strong determination was also overcoming her. She had her late sister's own kin remind her of their wish. To live, be well, and fine happiness. She may just be fulfilling it now.

Moments later, when emotions calmed down, Tania would ask something different.

"Mister Orpheus, your voice sounds a bit familiar. Have we met before?" This was even more out of left field than their first surprise.

"Um, I don't think so. I don't have any memories from before I joined the Shepherds. Does this have to do with then?"

"No, sir. It's recent. Days after the Risen attack on the capital, I heard from a hooded traveler about the attack and how you and all the Shepherds repelled them all. That is what motivated all of us from my town to join."

"I see…. And where are you from?"

"I'm from Northtown."

"That was a bit off the path to Regna Ferox, yeah?"

"Yes. It's on the way there but you take a turn at a certain point. Miles from when you cross the river."

"Oh, I see. We passed by there but only to face Risen. We didn't have time to stop so no, I don't think I've ever been there."

"Oh, my apologies, then! I hope that didn't come across as awkward!"

"Oh, don't worry. You're fine. Although we do need to start getting ready for the next drill."

"Sorry about that! I'll get out of your hair! I look forward to learning from you both!" She bowed quickly and left, realizing she needed to prepare for the seminar inside the castle. Now the couple was alone once more.

"Cordelia, will you be alright? I was afraid some bad memories would push their way back up when she mentioned that day."

"It's alright, Orpheus. Thank you for that. But, I'll be fine." She nodded, facing him to reassure him of his doubts. This time, they didn't harm her. Maybe she's starting to heal.

"There was something she said that bothered me. My voice… I've never been there. Heck, I forgot about the town until now."

"That is strange. With so many people here, is it not possible to find someone sharing your tone of voice? I've heard tales of this happening before, albeit it's a rare occurrence."

"That's probably it. Still, I want to find out why everyone is here. And how they got that story is what I'm interested in. I think I'll ask around. First with Northtown recruits, and then anyone else from around different parts of the nation."

"Do you think something is at play here?"

"Well… at the very least. This influx of new trainees is highly unusual. I want to see if there's any suspicious links or coincidences. This is what I wanted, but… it feels too easy. Maybe I'm just overthinking this." No. He wasn't blowing this out of proportion. He was onto something. Something he'll never catch onto until it's too late.

Back in the hideout, Grima had returned from a week's worth of travel. Of course, Validar remained.

"Master Grima, I see you have returned."

"I have finished giving my vessel his desire. If it's a stronger army he wants, I can allow that. It'll only help me in the end."

"So you went to all the major villages spreading the tale of that attack? Was this all part of your plan?"

"Not at first. I simply wished to secure the gemstone without arousing suspicion. To allow no paradoxes or breaking from the intended flow. But I know what my vessel believes in. And he seeks to grow stronger. This is different than before. My vessel did not get this skilled with a blade at this point in his life. I should take concern into this, but like the will of fate, that would be a waste of time."

"So instead you opted to turn this into something to help later. Very shrewd, my master."

"When you spend a thousand years preparing for your revenge, this is but a fleeting moment. I've waited this long to take over. I can wait a few more years." This is just like how he took over his time, but now he can do it again, but perhaps even more like how he wishes.

Three days had passed after the first day of training these new recruits and visitors had arrived to spectate the drills. It was the same people from before. The ones who criticized Orpheus. Now he had to speak to them one more time. After checking on Lyra's seminar on magic, he went back inside the castle to attend a meeting with Frederick and Chrom with the three familiar representatives.

"Ah, Mister Orpheus! I see you are doing well." A familiar yet pompous tone echoes through the chamber.

"Baron Carr. Baroness Andrews. Good day to you." The snobby ones. Again. He was hoping they wouldn't come back.

"Hello, Grandmaster Orpheus. I believe we must continue what we discussed before."

"That we do, Quinn." Orpheus could at least respect this middle aged man and his perspective. Everyone was seated and naturally, the stuck up one spoke first.

"Mister Orpheus, I feel I must apologize for before. You have proven yourself an excellent tactician for our nation." Carr opening up with an apology was definitely not what he expected today.

"I must agree and apologize as well." The Lady chimed in. "I do see part of the treasury taking a dip by the end of next year, but the people are spending and buying once more. Perhaps this may offset itself out." She explained the economic impact. As optimal as she could anyway.

"I'm well aware of that. I am not going to be rushing this process, so it may be some time before they are ready for the field. Still, I believe you saw them in action?"

"Ah, yes! They show much potential as our future protectors." The pompous man acted like he never criticized the Tactician ever. "How long until they are ready?"

"About a year. If not for the royal wedding and holiday season, this might have been possible to finish in May, but those days aren't worth treading over, especially during times of peace."

"Excellently noted. Now, I shall offer you and the Exalt a copy of what the state of our economy is as the rebuilding process winds down." In which Andrews presented two hand written papers showing the state of the economy as Chrom was exalted, as well as where it was now. It was very detailed. Seems like these two actually do their jobs well when they aren't chirping with noble arrogance.

"Quinn, any thoughts to add in? You've been quiet so far." Orpheus tried to pull the commoners' voice into the mix.

"Ah, my apologies. Economics isn't my strong suit here." Shockingly there was no remarks from the nobles. "May I step outside for a moment? This economics stuff I assume will take a while."

"Oh, that is fine with me, good sir." The Chipper male would reply.

"Chrom, I think I'll step out as well." Orpheus added. "I won't be long."

"Very well. I'll call for you once we move on." Chrom seemed to go along with it. Perhaps he knew Orpheus wasn't simply going to only gather his thoughts.

Once the two stepped out into the hallway that led down to the main stairway, Orpheus would ask with a straightforward tone, "There's something you want to say, isn't there?"

"I didn't think I'd be that obvious. But you are right." Quinn didn't want to beat around the bush. "You remember what we spoke about before, yes?"

"Yes. To not let my idealism consume me. I still have not allowed it to do so. But my ideals have given me and the nation an opportunity I mustn't miss out on."

"I see that. I still do not fully agree with this method. And it all feels like it was meant to happen and yet, I can't help but feel something is wrong, Orpheus. Not with you, but the situation. It sounded like a joke back then, but the Risen really did attack the capital. When I heard it was over a thousand of them. I thought that was a stretched out rumor. But the soldiers I spoke with all insisted on it."

"I understand why you wonder about that. But I want you to be clear. Do you think I have something to do with this?" Orpheus felt suspicion on him. He didn't want to be doubted. All his actions already should have cleared his name, but still being doubted like this was understandably upsetting.

"Oh, I do not doubt you. It's a coincidence. Frederick gave us a report on the situation beforehand and I read how you fought off a likely assassin by yourself. It just feels like the perfect situation. Maybe I'm just overthinking."

"No, I had similar thoughts after that moment too. But I think I am overthinking things as well. And people spoke of me so fast. I had trainees from all four major towns of the nation tell me what they heard. And even villages. My name spread fast and that is what worries me the most. It's like I'm as famous as Chrom. This fame makes me feel uneasy if I'm being honest."

"Oh yeah, I remember a local young man planned to join the army because of the tales he heard. Word travels fast, but my gods… this is as if you've turned into a living legend. A post war War Hero." They were definitely onto something. But these puzzles missed too many pieces. They could not solve it without blind luck or harder evidence. "I really would like to look into this more… but I believe these are pure coincidences. Perhaps our newfound peace has made the people more inclined towards positive narratives."

"Perhaps so. Chrom is already a Hero in the Kingdom's eyes. I suppose its shifted now to me." Orpheus could only shrug off his suspicions. They both were going around in circles. With little more on the subject to discuss, the two entered the room of discussion once more to where an idea was floating around.

"I propose a set of walls around the capital! It is perfectly spaced out already and it could give many citizens who need it jobs!" The blowhard was speaking, but he was cut off by Chrom.

"I don't like that. It comes across as a hostile kingdom. Walls invite the chance of the people being alienated." Chrom was showing his progress as a leader here. But now Orpheus would enter the debate.

"How many walls would this be? Only one? Or more?"

"Why, only three. One around the castle. Another around midtown, and the last at the edges of the city limits."

"It would take a long time for that. And we probably can't start it until next year anyway. The wedding is soon and the days are going to get cooler and then colder."

"Orpheus, are you really for this?" Chrom sounded a pinch disappointed with his Tactician. He expected he would see Emmeryn's vision. "Walls might divide our people. It's clear they would be keeping the classes separate."

"I see that… well, how about only two walls? One around the castle still but the other being at the edge of the city. We can have all the people able to be near each other without restriction while still keeping up a powerful defensive line in case war returns or more Risen attacks like before happen again." A middle ground option. "This can also give people jobs. It will be a long project too. Probably won't be done until a few years down the line. We could even fit the current alarm system to this. Possibly rework it for more threats within once the walls are done."

"Lord Chrom, I believe this might be the best course. There is no rush either so this can be something done over your long era as Exalt! And the people will surely understand." The lower ranking lord would agree with Orpheus this time. Carr was echoing it with less assurance, however.

Chrom would ponder for what felt like an hour, but after a few moments of silence, he would reply. "Very well. I'll make plans for it, but not until after the winter season has passed. I want this to be a true long term goal. Perhaps the first wall can be done in two to three years while the outer wall can be double that length. Do you all find this acceptable?"

"Yep." A classic blunt response from the tactician.

"Aye." Chanted all the others.

"Very well. Now what's next on the agenda?"

Two days later, the training of these raw recruits was shaping up well. The bad news was soon the wedding will be the talk of the continent and thus, training would be put on hold. Even now the Shepherds were stretched thin with seminars, security planning, and other lines of work only some individuals were more suited for. Orpheus however had to make one side trip. To say farewell to someone. At the southern exit, Mustafa was with his family and the remaining men from his legion. Orpheus was to see them off.

"My apologies for no one else being able to be here, Mustafa. I think you probably heard what's about to take over the thoughts of everyone if it hasn't already.

"Yes. It is fine. Perhaps it's better this way. Especially if it keeps the people in good spirits."

"Well, I will say you are free to call for me if you need my assistance. I will try to come by as soon as I possibly can. This new life will definitely take long to get used to."

"Yes, it will. But I hope this peace can last for us all. So everyone can put this behind them and maybe my men can go home if they so please."

"Sir! We will stay by your side until the end, sir!" One spoke up to elaborate on their stance, giving Orpheus a small laugh.

"Well, Mustafa. It looks like you're stuck with them. I have homes being built for you all. One for you and your family, and two more for you guys to share and stick together in. What you do afterward is all up to you."

"Well… as much as I would like to keep this going. Daylight is burning and it will be a long ride to our new home."

"Right. I have my own duties as well. If I get a chance, I'll definitely come by and say Hello. Farewell, Mustafa."

"Farewell, Orpheus. May the gods be with you." Mustafa and the Tactician shook hands with a firm grip, their trust in another established. Moments later, the wagon they rode would depart, making its way down the road and out of sight. It was time to go back to the castle. One final talk with Chrom was long overdue.

At the castle, Orpheus had one more sparring session with the man who first found him. A final clash of their blades echoed as they stepped back, calling it a bout.

"Think I'm getting better?" Orpheus asked a simple question, expecting Chrom to give an honest answer.

"Yeah. You just keep getting stronger. It's helped keep me sharp."

"More like made you stronger. Every Time I take a step forward, it feels like you skip forward two. You've got talent with the blade."

"Maybe, but that's only because I've been practicing for years…. You on the other hand have only been doing so since we met. Maybe you have more skills hidden away in that old life you can't recall."

"Perhaps. But for now, I must keep growing stronger. I have more responsibilities now." This made Chrom recall something he had been meaning to bring up with his Tactician.

"You know, I've been wondering… If I had never been there. If Frederick had never found you… would we have ever met?" Chrom was already prepared to elaborate.

"...Probably not."

"It's something that's been on my mind lately. What if we never met? How different would the state of the world be? You probably don't realize it, but our meeting changed many more lives besides our own. Lives were lost, but many more were saved." In that line of thought, he recalls his people that narrowly avoided the crossfire but also the Plegians who were able to decide to put their weapons down. "I am glad to ask you to be my best man for my Wedding, Orpheus. I may not always agree with you, but I know your judgment and opinions always mean well."

A pause of silence filled the air before being interrupted with laughter from the Tactician.

"Orpheus…" Chrom felt disgruntled, but Orpheus tried to calm his laughter down before speaking.

"Oh, man. You really gotta end those better. That last part was so not necessary… but thanks. I'm glad to be the best man for the occasion. I'll keep the wedding secure no matter what." After all, the best man's job is to keep the bride safe so the wedding goes smoothly. The rings are just for pure ceremony. "Anyway, I'm glad we have met. This new life hasn't been boring, I'll tell you that much. Only been here for about a year, and yet it feels like so long."

"I think through all this I've learned one important lesson. The secret to our success is not the best weapons or most massive army. It's the bonds our army shares. Such bonds are the true strength of this army. Without them, we are lost."

A chuckle once again escaped Orpheus' lips. "You learn that Emmeryn?"

"No, not fully. I learned it from you."

"What? Why me? I've not encouraged that specifically."

"Through our friendship, I've met many more allies, gotten closer to said allies, and even found the woman who is the love of my life through you. It may not have been intentional, but it's hard to ignore that fact. You yourself have also benefited from my bonds with my Shepherds. Hell, you even are dating a woman from Ylisse who just joined our group! Romance in armies isn't that uncommon, but all this in such a short amount of time? Too good to be a coincidence. I believe something in you has helped gather us closer than any other army. And it's still resonating to this day. Only the best of leaders bring this out of their subordinates."

"Gods, Chrom. Are you trying to make me seem that important? You're still the pillar of the Shepherds, Chrom. No title of mine can help change that."

"If I'm the pillar, you're the foundation of this building. One can't survive without the other."

"Alright, alright. You made your point. Regardless, I've learned all this from Emmeryn's beliefs. I win wars to bring people home and to end needless conflict. It's not about winning for the sake of being the best Tactician. The best Tacticians are the ones who end it with as little bloodshed as possible. That is what I learned from her. So you can credit anything I've done lately to her. Her influence is still strong even after her death."

"I'm glad she's affected so many of us. Even those who knew nothing of her true nature were touched by her actions."

"That's the mark of a true leader. Great Leaders aren't just those forged on the battlefield. They're also formed through their beliefs, how they handle adversity, which shows their strength of character. We show our skills out there but she was a master at keeping everyone else comforted and assured here. We still have much to learn from her."

"That we do, Orpheus. And we'll have plenty of years worth of peace to determine how great we can be. And keeping each other in check, I know we can make Ylisse into a land worth living."

"That's great. But first you got one more thing to do. You got vows to commit to."

"That I do. And I look forward to seeing her at the altar."

"Just don't drool all over the floor when you see her. Cordelia told me about the dress. You aren't prepared."

"Well, I better be. We're only a few days removed from the day Ylisse has its Exaltress. The Queen of the realm."

A moment passed, the two opting to sit across from each other, Orpheus having one more thing to note to the Exalt.

"I'll tell you this, my friend. I'll always be your biggest critic. Not because I want to, but every leader must always be held accountable. It's how we make sure no one goes astray. It's not just our lives we must look out for. But in your case, you have thousands of cattle to tend to. You're watching over the whole farm now."

"Hah, looks I'm tending to more than just sheep now."

The world was continuing to change. And people change just as frequently. Chrom will be wed to his beloved Sumia. Orpheus continues to be the best 2nd in command for the Exalt, and so many more have their own paths to seek what they want. Soon they will realize that you sometimes must fight for that freedom to change. And the freedom to live. War will approach sooner than they think. Orpheus could sense it faintly, but he knew deep in the dark parts of his heart that war will return, no matter what. And he will make sure that many will be able to come home when that happens.

Hero: I feel a bit bad for holding this one back, but I think it worked out for the best. I'm still wrestling with the length of this Arc as well as writing the outline for Arc III as that one I feel may go on for longer than this one. P4G is coming out in a couple of days at the time of this chapter's release, so that gave me the spark to finish the chapter for that fic too. It's been five years since I updated that one, my god. It's cool to get a dual release again after so long. Oh and Engage is releasing as well, but I don't know when I will get that game. I've actually been playing this game again as well, so that's helped out with my desire to write more. Next time, however, we will glance through the big wedding as to get into the meat of Orpheus and Cordelia's relationship. As we get that settled, we can then end to my favorite part of this whole fic yet; breaking down the Grimleal's takeover of Plegia which was only vaguely described in the game itself. I hope you all have a good day/night. Stay Gold.