Oh...

It's you again. *sigh*

I guess that means I have another narration to make and apparently someone called Deviljho's Hatred requested this one...

You'll have to forgive me, but after the disaster of the last chapter because of the incompetent fool whom I will not name; I'll admit that I am not feeling very enthusiastic about this next parable. No, I can't even call the last section a chapter; the buffoon degraded it to mere garbage. At best I can only call it half of a chapter of pure rubbish.

As a direct result of this debacle, I find myself holding a lower toleration for these stupid antics. At this point I am not even sure if I can save this story. It will take a miracle to overshadow the terrible behavior of ...him. But I don't believe in miracles, instead I must rely upon my genius to solve this problem.

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But enough of my deliberating. You are obviously here for the story and since I am bound to entertain your whimsical pursuits; I mustn't delay the tale you are anticipating to be narrated in an appropriate manner.

Not only am I responsible for this story making sense, but I must also convey these ideas without offending anyone. I have to speak politically correct or else some one in this diverse world would be emotionally traumatized or even become offended at my remarks. This would lead to a whining in the review section which would in turn create negative feedback.

As you may have noticed earlier within the previous parables of this story. I have not named or implied that any of the characters have wives for this reason. You see, everyone in this world has their own special pairing of said characters and they might be disappointed if I went against their preferred choice. As the narrator, I would hate to cause unneeded tensions about an issue that has no relevance to the story. Everyone is entitled to their own preferences no matter how wrong they might be.

In truth, the last thing I would ever want to do is openly insult your feeble minds.

So, let us continue with our generic and politically correct story that you evidently expect to exponentially entertain and elegantly enthrall your ethereal soul

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This is a story about a woman named Sumia. Sumia is a Pegasus knight that has trouble walking on her own two feet. Sumia's job was simple, she would soar through the air, save Chrom from imminent death, and then trip on a rock that Frederick had failed to discover in time. This is what Sumia did every day, of every month, of every year, and although others might have broken their knees in the process. Sumia loved her job and fulfilled it to the best of her ability.

And Sumia, was happy.

And then one day something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Sumia. Something that she would never quite forget. She had awoken in her bed and found that the other side was empty. Normally her husband, Chrom, occupied this area and slept in longer than she did unless there was an important meeting. However, he never told her about any such event and something was very clearly wrong.

Shocked, frozen solid, Sumia was unable to move from her bed for the longest time. But as she slowly woke up and regained her sense, she hopped out of the comfy resting place and made her way to the door. Her mind occupied on where Chrom might be the entire way.

"I wonder where he ran off to." Sumia questioned as she roamed the around the castle. Normally she would not be worried about his absence, but ever since Chrom found himself trapped in Robin's secret room three days ago; Chrom started acting strangely. For instance, yesterday, he seemed very nervous and jumpy whenever she was near him. The day prior to that, Sumia saw Chrom whisper something in Cordelia's ear and made sure no one was looking.

And while some would think that Chrom might be cheating on her and establish a plot filled with drama. Sumia never even thought twice about it. She knew in her heart that Chrom loved her with the same undying devotion that she gave to him. They were every sense of the meaning of true love and Sumia deduced that their was logical reason for his odd behavior.

Sumia trusted her husband no matter what and nothing could ever break that sacred bond. While Chrom had other possible suitors in the past, Sumia would always be the love of his life and only choice in any canon story. Their lives were destined to be together even since the day she saved Chrom's life back in Regna Ferox. They were as inseparable as the Hero King Marth and his wife Caeda. Hypothetically speaking, if there was to be an introduction video to a game to highlight their story of slaying Grima; then it would show Chrom and Sumia next to each other while she held their first-born in her arms.

There was nothing more certain in the lives of the Shepherds than the fact that Chrom married Sumia in the canon world.

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Twenty minutes passed by as Sumia searched the ground for her husband. She passed by several guards and they saluted their queen while she continued her search.

"Hmm, where is he?" She wondered as she walked into a corridor. After following it all the way down she came across a set of two open doors. The one to the left leading to the war room and the one to the right which contained the library.

Since Chrom was not known to frequent the library, or any book for that matter, the obvious choice was to go through the door on her left.

"Oh, I don't want to interrupt him if he is in a meeting." She said politely. However, a mysterious force brought some disturbing thoughts to her attention. What if Chrom was in danger and needed help? An assassin could have knocked Chrom unconscious and brought him to the war room. He could be crying for help right now with a gag covering his mouth to prevent his wails. Her beloved could be in danger and-

"Ha, that is silly, who would attack Chrom and hid him there?" Sumia chuckled at her thought and interrupted the adventurous atmosphere that I was exquisitely foreshadowing.

"Ah! I know. Maybe he is somewhere in town! He mentioned that he wanted to see Vaike a few days ago." Sumia said and pondered her options further... wait a second... I don't remember that being in my notes.

*rustles papers*

Let's see here... We are on chapter five and ... Ah! here we are. Sumia walks through corridor... ...Comes across two doors ...I imply that the left door is the correct choice... Sumia enters left door.

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No, there is nothing in here about a third option. There is only supposed to be the left door and the right. Adding another choice only complicates a basic decision and distracts the character from their main purpose.

"Hmm, so many choices but which one to choose?" Sumia reiterated in a less intelligent manner and tapped her foot trying to think of the correct option.

However, if Sumia had listened to the previous three and a half chapters, then she would realize that the left choice is the only real answer to solving her problem. She would know that the other two options are incorrect choices. She would know that her purpose in life is not to find Chrom but to convey a highly complex thought behind the door through the left. She would know to stop wasting everyone time and hurry up with her obvious decision. Sumia would also realize that if she did not go through the correct choice then she would regret it for the rest of her life. It would haunt her very soul if she neglected her duty.

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"I'll go search the market place!" Sumia said cheerfully and severely irritated the intelligent and highly methodical readers.

*Sigh* Another story ruined by this accursed free will. How much longer must I suffer these imbeciles and their careless behavior?

*Ahem*

But ignoring the twenty minutes of traveling it took for her to reach the market place, and therefore reach the exciting part in her misguided journey. Sumia walked through a wide street filled with vendors trying to sell their goods. Many of the towns folk's jaws dropped when they saw their queen happily walking through the streets humming to herself. It was not normal for regal figures to visit the common folk and everyone in the city stared in bewilderment at her. However, Sumia ignored it. This was not the first time she had entered an area meant for peasants since she became queen. She even had a bad habit of conversing with the lower privileged.

"Oooo whats that?." Sumia giddily said and made her way over to one of the stalls. She looked at a small trinket of a Pegasus and smiled in delight.

"I don't suppose you have two of them? Sumia asked to the owner of the stall, and while it would be convenient to say that the owner was Anna, it in fact was not. No, it was an old man who had no correlation to the Shepherds in any shape or form. This elderly man had trouble seeing in front of him because time had withered his eye sight and he could only distinguish her presence because of her voice.

"...You like that porcelain figurine missy?" The old man said in a low and scratchy pitch.

"Oh yes I do! It absolutely beautiful."

"Well, I don't have two of them young lady, but I do have a pillow with a Pegasus on it." The old man slowly bent down and reached for something under his stall. After his weary and old bones gripped onto the lace pillow he showed it to Sumia with the aforementioned Pegasus embroidering.

"Oh its marvelous! I am sure Cordelia will love it!" She said eagerly and grabbed her money to pay for the two items. She couldn't wait to give her friend the gift. However, she was getting side tracked from her main goal...again.

"Ooo what's that about?" Sumia asked the old man and pointed to an object.

The old man squinted to see where she was pointing and noticed that her attention was focused on a book. "Oh that?" The old man hummed to himself. "That is a tale of a boy name Arthur and his knights of the round table."

Sumia's mind immediately began racing with ideas on what the story might be like. It was a well known fact that Sumia loved books, however she always tended to prefer fiction. In particular, she favored the fantasy genre. Perhaps the worst type of literature in existence. There is no idea to provoke your brain or meaning behind these stories. Their only purpose is to stir your emotions and invoke a positive or negative feeling, and we all know that emotions are useless and have no actual effect on a logical mind. The only thing more useless in this vast universe is the author.

But this did not stop Sumia from reading these types of books and then become engrossed by their characters. Particularly the ones that related to her, but better in every way. Then, Sumia would pretend to be that character in real life and try to channel their courage and other merits that she wished she had. She theorized that if she played this charade long enough, then she could become the person she always wanted to be. Even if she had absolutely no idea what was wrong with herself in the first place.

On most occasions, after she finished reading a book she would always crave for more. She wanted to experience more of this world she fell in love with. But since there was no sequel to the book, or she had already finished the second volume as well. She decided to use her imagination to extend the story. If she liked the story enough than she might even decide to write a small scene with her added details or put the characters in a new environment. After all, she was already great at mimicking the characters so she could probably write their personalities in a new scenario with some accuracy.

And if she really really enjoyed the story. Then she would write a whole re-telling of it. But this time add something else exciting, and or, answers the questions she still had that the book did not explain. More importantly, she would explore a love interest that she adored. The time would pass by as she wrote and wrote until she was satisfied with this new version of the story.

However, as of late, Sumia did not have as strong of a desire to become involved in her books to that extent. She was already living her fairy tale and didn't need to make up her own fantasy anymore.

But of course, she still enjoyed reading and bought the novel from the old man without hesitation.

"Thank you sir, and have a great day." She smiled and walked away with the three new items in hand. She then returned her attention to the reason she was here in the first place. The reason she chose this incorrect alternative path. To search for Chrom.

"Hmm, if he is looking for Vaike then he is probably at the tavern. I'll just Waaahh!-" Sumia cried as she tripped over a rock that intersected her path. The book and pillow went flying into the air while Sumia instinctively cradled the figurine to protect it as she plummeted face first towards the cobble stone road.

Conveniently, a strong arm wrapped around her stomach and stopped here mere inches from the ground. She was quickly pulled back up and she grabbed her forehead with her free hand feeling a little disoriented. In the next moment she saw her rescuer bend down to pick up the pillow and book that fell on the ground. He was a mysterious figure in a brown cloak that covered his shoulder to his feet and a hood withdrew his face.

"Here you go" The voice said in a deep and dry tone. He gave the objects back while making sure she couldn't see his face. Of course, this only made her more curious as to his identity because he was not willing to reveal it. Because when you are explicitly told not to do something or if someone is hiding something from you; an immature mind rebels against it.

"T-thank you!"

"...It was nothing." The cloaked man turned away from her and took a few steps away from her.

"Wait!" Sumia called out and the figure stopped dead in its tracks.

"Yes?" he said with his back turned.

"Who are you?"

"...A friend." He muttered and slowly walked away.

Sumia stood there stunned as her thoughts ran wild. A man in a cloak with a hood on most occasions was a spy or assassin. Or in those rare cases; a tactician. And if this man was a friend than why did he choose to conceal his identity?

Her thoughts were soon interrupted because the mysterious man soon did the inexplicable. As he stealthy walked away, his foot hit something solid and it caused him to lose his balance. Within seconds he too became a victim of a rock's deadly trap and fell straight to the ground making a large thud in the process.

"Ungg" The man groaned in pain and Sumia immediately rushed over to help him. However, during the fall, the hood of the man's cloak came off and revealed his navy blue hair. Sumia instantly recognized the hair that belonged to her husband and immediately called his name.

"Chrom?!"

He chuckled and replied as he lay on the ground, "Hey love. Looks like you are starting to rub off on me."

Sumia stood there speechless as Chrom slowly got up. It was over a minute before Sumia regained control of her vocal chords. "What are you doing here?"

Chrom sighed and shook his head debating whether he should speak or not. "...Well, as you know, our anniversary is next week and I wanted to get you something special... Cordelia recommend a place in town to find a gift for you and I didn't want to attract any attention being the king and all."

Sumia's concern immediately turned into a huge and warm smile. She was touched that he remembered their anniversary. He wasn't good at remembering dates since he was a guy. She would have given him a giant hug if she was not carrying three items on her person.

However, what Chrom did not tell Sumia was that he had forgotten about their anniversary, and that he had only recently discovered his situation three days ago back in Robin's secret alcove. When he opened the roster book to investigate his profile, he noticed his anniversary date next to a list of his personal and embarrassing secrets. He immediately felt guilty for forgetting and set to rectify that problem. Thus implying that all these chapters are intertwined together and not just one shots.

"I just wish I could have surprised you." Chrom frowned and dusted off the dirt from his pants.

"It's okay, I don't need anything special Chrom. Just you." She leaned over to kiss him and they lips were centimeters apart.

"RRRARRRGH!" A hammer swung down a foot away from them and violently impacted the ground. It's wielder was foaming at the mouth and yelling in extreme anger. "I will kill you and the rest of your kind!" He shouted venomously and raised his arms to swing his weapon once more.

Sumia and Chrom instantly turned their head horrified at the scene. A knight in blue and silver armor was slamming his hammer into the ground where Chrom had tripped.

"You will not harm anyone again!" Frederick yelled and ran to the other rock that tripped Sumia. He swung his hammer again with all of his might and pulverized it to dust.

Even though two days had passed. Frederick was still on his rampage.

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Hmm, just as I feared. I was correct in my earlier assertion that it would be impossible to preserve this story after the atrocities of a certain old stupid mercenary. It also didn't help that Sumia diverged from the correct path. If she went the correct direction than that would have been the only thing that could have possibly salvaged my story. The path she did not take was a very complex idea and it involved a baby. It would have been very poetic an elegant, but no. I was forced to narrate this instead because of Sumia's stupid free will.

At this rate you, the reader, wont even take this compelling story seriously anymore. It looks like the I have no choice but to quit this story all together. Delete all four and a half chapters of the Fire Emblem Parable and pretend it never happened. To hell with it all. I don't even care anymore... Goodbye cruel and stupid world. I will never miss you.

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No, NO! I will not go down like this. I will not end my beautiful symphony on a sour note. I refuse to be beaten by these characters. I refuse to let them wreck my masterpiece. This is not over. I will not succumb to their stupidity. I am the conductor of this orchestra and I am in control. I will have my revenge.

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You there! Listen to me and listen good.

I have one final parable to narrate. One final story. One last point to make.

It is a very special story. Something that you will not be expecting. Something that will change your very way of thinking . Something beautiful and grand. It will be perfect. Not even Gregor could ruin this story. Not even a putrid animal like a panda will distract anyone from my last artwork

So then the question becomes, are you ready for it? Can your tiny mind process what is about to come next? Can your pathetic body handle what is going to happen?

After reading this next part you will never be able to look at another story the same way. It will forever haunt your dreams and plague your fragile bubble of comfort.

Up until this point I have held back my true power. A power so great that it makes mortals fall to their knees, but I will not hide it anymore. You will see what I am truly capable of.

I should warn you now; if you were expecting a happily ever after ending to this story than you will be mistakenly disappointed. Because this will be a very sad story. A tragedy you might say.

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So I ask once more.

Are you ready? Can you handle what comes next?

Because the real story is about to begin.