This is dedicated to all of the fans and creators of the Fire Emblem series. If I owned these characters or the series there would be some drastic changes. But since I don't own anything, I express my ideas here:
The pulsing and burning from the metal scorched his skin. He was consumed with rage and blinded by lust for battle. During that minute he didn't see anyone who came near him. He felt his blade piercing skin but knew not who he was fighting.
His mind was filled with thick smoke that forbid any reaction or response to his actions and therefore he did not stop moving. Moving and fighting. Moving and killing. Killing in chaos. Chaos shattering peace. Madness overpowering sanity. Death stealing away the lives of many.
It wasn't until the fire was taken away from him that he saw the stains.
And her eyes.
"What have I done?" he screamed.
Titania heard him in his tent and knew she would not fall asleep again for the night. She donned her darkest robe and left the tent. She didn't bother to light a lantern for she knew the way. This walk was a new nightly routine.
Before entering his room she checked the baby. She sleeps like her father used to before these nightmares plagued his mind and heart, thought Titania. When she was sure Mist was sleeping, Titania glanced in the corner of the tent and saw the little blue hairs sticking out. Ike was sleeping in his little corner, wrapped in the walls of the tent and the softness of his blanket.
Knowing that the children were safe and asleep, she calming entered his room. Greil was using a washcloth to rinse the sweat from his brow. What she would give to rinse his guilt and pain away as easily as that.
She sat next to him without even hesitating. Her initial feelings of discomfort at sitting on his bed were gradually worn away as her nightly visits became more consistent and routine. She shifted towards him so that she could look at his face.
Greil stopped and stared at Titania. During these moments he forgot that she was a Paladin. Instead, he saw the care and love of a friend. I was right all those years ago-Titania was destined to win the hearts of soldiers anywhere; little did I realize that the first soldier was me. Greil leaned into her, prompting her embrace. At first, he was hesitant about this gesture being inappropriate between a commanding officer and his former student. But as his nightmares crept into his sleep, night after night, he began reevaluating his relationship with Titania. No longer was she his student or a young girl, she was a competent women both in battle and in life. That was how he justified his growing attachment to her and the acceptance of her gestures on nights like these.