Author's Note: Before you continue reading, I just wanted to say that the fact that four people liked my story when I managed to upload it, really means a lot to me. I've been going through a lot lately, especially with my writing, and I have really started losing confidence in my skills as a writer. So the fact that four of you have supported me (perhaps more, I'm not sure) is really, really meaningful and I wanted to say thank you. Thank you very, very much!

The years rolled by faster than anyone in the House of Ylisse could have anticipated. Emmeryn was nearly twenty-four now and it was anticipated that, soon, one of the seven Prime Angels would make their appearance. She had trained for this day for years and practiced peace when others would practice violence. She was the symbol of peace that the entire world needed. However, she was that; a symbol. No one saw her as a person, as a woman that yearned for some sort of solitude. No one except her dear sister and brother.

Chrom was twenty and was currently working on becoming a knight, while Lissa was eighteen and focused on her studies. She held onto dreams of becoming a healer and although the process was hard, she showed great promise already.

The city of Ylisstol was experiencing a high period of peace and the people could not be any happier. Each day was filled with more happiness than the last and it didn't seem to hold any end. These were great times indeed.

Chrom was currently strolling the streets of Ylisstol, Lissa close to his side. He had promised to take her out shopping and although he regretted the decision now, he didn't dare back out. He knew that Lissa would never let it go if he left her now. She'd use this very day against him for years to come.

"Chrom, look!"

He tore his eyes away from a food vendor and locked onto the blonde haired woman. She held up a pink dress and giggled. He raised a single brow and asked, "Do you really like that? It's not really...your color."

Her face twisted into a grimace in a near millisecond and Chrom could almost feel her burning rage. He laughed loudly and moved forward.

"Lissa, come on. You know I was only teasing!" He took the dress from her delicate hands and added, "Did you want me to buy it for you?"

"No." Lissa turns her face away from Chrom. She looks at the other dresses on display and then looks back at her older brother. She smiles and takes the dress back from him, placing it gently down onto the stall. She giggles and asks, "Why don't we try looking for something for Emm?" Her eyes move towards the large, towering shrine that had been built years ago. It was placed in the center of the town plaza so that the citizens could worship whenever they pleased. However, the shrine was heavily guarded and whenever Emmeryn and the High Priests arrived, the entrances were sealed off. No one, not even Lissa, knew what they did behind the closed doors. Emmeyn refused to speak about it. In fact, she refused to speak about anything dealing with the Prime Angels and the Land of Peace.

Lissa turned back to Chrom. His eyes were also fixated on the shrine. He was probably thinking the same thing she was.

"Chrom?" She watched as her older brother fixed his eyes back onto hers. He smiled instantly and said, "Come on. Let's keep looking. Do you think she'd like some jewelry?"

She grinned happily and followed beside her brother. They searched through most of the stalls and at the end of the day, Lissa had bought three, gold bracelets. Each of them had their own symbol as the centerpiece and as such, she planned to give them to her siblings. She hoped that this would, somehow, keep them all connected. No matter what happened.

Emmeryn:

"You will be reborn as an angel. Once this process occurs, you will no longer be able to live the life you once lived. You will become a Prime Angel and after having visited all seven shrines, you will be granted access to the Land of Peace. It is truly an honor that you, Lady Emmeryn, were chosen to fulfill such a role, but...is this really what you want?"

Emmeryn stared at the statue in front of her. Was this really what she wanted? To become an angel? To live in the Land of Peace and leave everything she loved behind? No one truly knew what the Land of Peace held, but she knew that it was not as glorious as everyone made it out to be. Ever since she was little, she had had nightmares of the land. She had, at one point, dreamed of a land filled with angels. All of them were wise and kind, watching over the humans below with eyes of love and care. However, as she grew, her dreams shaped into nightmares. The land she dreamed of was the same, but there were no angels. It was a dark, horrible place, that had no end. The angels were confined to their own structures and would remain there for all eternity, until their time to return to Earth came. Was that really what she wanted? To be trapped in a place like that until she was summoned, here, to bring yet another soul to that horrible place?

Releasing a soft sigh, she stood up slowly. She had finished her prayers for the day and with each new day, the Calling grew stronger. Every morning, she heard it. The Voice. It called to her, reciting her prayers back to her, and delivering a single word; "Soon…" The Voice was much louder nowadays and would often appear during the day. She knew it was coming. An angel would make its appearance soon and when that day arrived, she would begin her new life. She would set out on her journey, complete all seven of the trails, gain the blessings of the seven Prime Angels, and eventually, sacrifice her soul to the Land of Peace. She would then watch over the humans and help those in need. That was how she would spend the rest of her life.

"...May the winds guide me on my journey and the earth lead me in the right direction. I trust that you will lead me to my destiny. You hold nothing but love for me and as such, I hold nothing but love for you." Emmeryn bowed her head gently to the statue. It was a magnificent structure of an angel. Its wings spread over the small fountain that it stood in and its hands were cupped out in front of it. Within the palms of its hands rested a gold trinket in the shape of the symbol of the Exalt. A shining, red orb had been fitted in the middle of the gold. It was something that Emmeryn had given up years ago as way of connecting to the Prime Angels.

"Lady Emmeryn," a voice whispers. "Are you finished with your prayers?"

Emmeryn turns around and smiles warmly. "Yes, I'm finished. Let's visit the people today and wish them well." The young priest behind her bows his balding head gently. He turns to three more priests, bows his head, and all of them stand from where they had once been crouched on the floor. They form a square around Emmeryn and walk towards the door. The two priests in front push the brilliant doors open and sun leaks in from the outside. A rush of voices and noises fill her ears, but she can hear nothing. Instead, she hears but a single voice, calling to her.

"Your time has come."