Italics = Thought / The Past

I do not own Fire Emblem.

Cross published on A03

Marc had taken a walk. The Anna had led them to an old ruin, and explained that at dawn, she would take the Plegian Remnant to safety.

He was about a twenty minute walk away from the ruin, and lent against a desiccated tree.

"Is this even real? ...I don't know anymore."

The titular King of Plegia felt a chill down his spine, and the sound of a sword being drawn filled his ears.

"Lucina." He greeted.

"Traitor."

Marc chuckled to himself. "How are you, my lady Exalt?"

"Better, now I've found you."

Marc sighed, and removed a waterskin from his belt. He held it out.

It was immediately snapped up. Moments later it was handed back. Bone dry.

"Better?"

"It has ensured your swift end, King of Plegia." Her voice was wavering now. "If you tell me where your countrymen are, I will spare as many as I can. I swear to Naga."

"We are leaving, Lucina." Marc said, not yet looking at her. "All of my countrymen. My Sister. My niece. All of us. A new world. A fresh start."

He looked over his shoulder now, a sad smile on his face. "And you get peace. Absorb the Plegian lands into the Halidom for all I care. Just let us leave."

"How can I trust you?"

Marc removed his glove, revealing a simple, golden engagement ring. "…This. I never once removed it. I swear on whatever remains of my love for you. I swear on my Father's memory."

Falchion slipped from her grip and half sank into the sands. The Exalt of Ylisse collapsed into Marc's arms. If this was the last time she felt his embrace, she'd be damned if she didn't enjoy it.

"Please stay…" She pleaded. "..We can leave….live on the road…j-just like w-we said…promised.."

A sigh filled her ears, and she felt his lips lightly dust hers.

"Goodbye, my Bluebird."

Lucina opened her eyes, but Marc was already gone.

Corrin had, on his wanderings, arrived at the trophy room. Skulls of all sorts of beasts, loot from wars long since passed and artefacts from the personal history of the Royal Family.

His eyes fell upon a shard of crystal, rounded on one end, and covered in strange runes.

The label read 'Acorn of Anya', but he knew it by another name, Daedalus.

"Looking into history, My Son?" King Garon's tone was uncharacteristically fatherly.

"Just looking at this, Father." Corrin said diplomatically. "I'm not entirely sure what it's for."

"…No one really knows, My Son." Garon explained "Our best guess is it was found at the site of the Capital. But we do not know, to be certain."

"It's a shame. We really ought to know about our own history."

"Perhaps you'll be the one to discover the truth, My Son."

Corrin nodded. "…Say…are there any secret passages in this room?"

Garon laughed. "Part of your plan, I assume?"

"Of course."

Garon grinned broadly, and gestured for Corrin to follow him.

The King led him to a suit of armour. He extended a hand, taking a gauntlet into his grip, and gave the suit a firm handshake.

The low groan of stone moving against stone filled Corrin's ears, and a staircase 'fell' into place beneath the suit of armour.

Garon gave another shake, and the stairs formed back up into place. The King lent forward, and murmured into the Prince's ear. "Go tonight. I will hold him back for you. Good Luck, my son."

Azura was bored.

No, that wasn't true. She wasn't just bored, she was really bored.

She was still in her cell, still without company, still without something to occupy her and most importantly:

"Still away from my Corrin…."

It pained her to be away from him. Especially since it was so very close to when he was going to arrive in Hoshido, and the plan could finally come to a head. They would finally show their 'families' what abandoned children were capable of. And Garon would die. That was important too.

She sighed, and hauled herself off of her bed. She started to shadowbox. It calmed her nerves and kept her fighting skill honed. If she couldn't have a spear, she'd practice with her fists.

At least she could train.

She spied movement outside her cell. A small figure in a brown cloak snuck up behind her guard, and slammed a wooden pole against his head. The guard collapsed to the floor, unconscious. The figure removed the keyring from the guards' belt, and fumbled with the keys as they tried to unlock Azura's cell.

"Come on…wh-which one is it?"

Azura's eyes widen in genuine surprise. "Mozu?"

The guard, Rinkah had decided, was a moron. She had learned his name was Hans, a former prisoner who had worked his way up to become Night Warden.

"I wonder how long it'll take to make you squeal girl. I'm bettin' not long."

"Do you have anything better to do than bothering me?"

"Nah. Garon's easy see. I watch you, 'nd after he gets his information….I get you."

Hans grinned broadly. "Fun….for me, at least."

Kaze opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as the scene unfolded before him.

A single person, keeping low, crept behind Hans. A flash of silver in his hands.

CTHUNK!

A bewildered expression crossed Hans' face for a few moments. He felt cold metal in his neck. His eyes widened, and he turned around.

SHHHRUNK!

Hans fell down, very much dying, as a figure knelt beside him. Whoever they were, they were watching the light die in the man's eyes.

"Y…you?" That was the last word Hans managed to speak before he expired. The figure dropped a knife, and swiped the guards' keys, and set to work opening the cells.

"See.." Prince Corrin said with a smile. "Told you I'd rescue you. Now come on, we've got to get to our escape quickly."

Corrin darted off, leaving the two former prisoners to chase after him.

ELSEWHERE…..

In the ruined castle in a devastated land…..a Dragon awoke from slumber.

He was happy.

His son was coming home.