A/N: Thank you all soooooooo so much for the reviews and favs/follows. I'm in awe, honestly, I didn't think anyone would be interested. It really inspired me to think up a second chapter for you. BTW, I clearly don't know the meaning of oneshots so sorry, I guess haha! Also feel free to send ideas/what you'd like to see. Who knows, it may inspire future chapters as I have a few in mind already but more are always welcome! Thanks again for all your support!

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Frederick counted himself as one of the most efficient of people. Some would call him merely stubborn, maybe even extreme, but Frederick knew this was not so. He, unlike most people, knew all that was required of his station, and because of this, he knew what tasks needed to be performed and at what times. He was a veteran knight to the Halidom of Ylisse and honorable guardian to the royal family of the Exalts. Some would say his duty should merely consist of acting the fierce warrior at the threat of attack, but Frederick knew this not to be true. Yes, he would readily take up his armor and weapon at the mere thought of danger, but a knight was meant to be so much more. He served under the royal house in all regards – protector, advisor, and close friend. And right now, Frederick was trying to advise his lord about a certain disaster his knightly instincts were raging over from the moment he came into contact with it.

"Milord! I ask you again to reconsider about letting her join the Shepherds! This is a sure sign of great danger to befall us in the future."

Chrom sighed tiredly as he nursed his brewing migraine by pinching the bridge of his nose. This wasn't the first time Frederick approached him on the issue, but he was starting to grow annoyed. In his mind, Daedra was proving to be more than capable as a tactician for his Shepherds. Not to mention there was nothing disreputable of her character that drew his attention, aside from some….awkwardness. "Frederick, she's already joined us. You know I can't just go back on my word!"

"I beg to differ, milord. A mere word from you and it can be done by me personally."

Though the knight's voice remained its usual monotone bass, Chrom could just barely detect the irritation slowly bubbling under the knight's tone. What brought on this hostility, he wondered. While he'd always known Frederick to be overly cautious, earning the knight the name Frederick the Wary among him and his sisters, he very rarely pursued an issue after Chrom or Lissa had a final say on it. "Frederick, this doesn't have anything to do with Daedra accidentally tripping you, does it," he paused as he thought of something else that caught his attention on the subject. "-Or that she and Lissa scared off that boar you were hunting when we were on our way back to Ylisstol?"

Frederick's lips quirked downward every so slightly, but that was the only emotional queue the knight gave off. "My concern actually has nothing to do with those events, even though scaring off a more suitable dinner for you and milady is quite heinous."

"I like bear meat and Lissa was just as guilty in that incident. Again, I think you're just fretting yourself, Frederick," Chrom casually replied. "Besides, Daedra has proven herself more than worthy of character in our last few battles. Not to mention, Lissa has become rather fond of her, and I won't be the one to explain to her why Daedra is suddenly not be allowed to be a Shepherd." Chrom turned and sat himself upon the cot in his tent as he and Frederick continued their discussion. Their small caravan had taken to rest for the remaining daylight hours and evening to recuperate before they finished their journey to Regna Ferox for war support. Though no casualties were lost from their battle with the Risen earlier, injuries still needed looking after.

Frederick took a step closer to Chrom in earnest to make his point. "I'm sure once I fully explain my reasoning, your sister will see reason as well. I would like to point out the coat Daedra wears. It is Plegian and her story of losing all her memory aside a few details is highly suspicious. Having observed her since we first crossed paths in that field makes my suspicion only grow as well. I find it very unlikely that she carries a sword and tome on her person, but can barely use them." Frederick folded his gauntlets behind him as he waited a response from Chrom.

Chrom paused and thought back to their first battle together in Southtown. He, Lissa, and Frederick were all quite shocked to see that Daedra had followed them into battle, eager to help any way she could. Frederick had not exaggerated when he stated she was terrible with her weapons. The bronze sword she fumbled out of the sheath had ended up on the street near the start of the battle. Luckily, the bandits seemed more interested in Chrom and Frederick who charged in ahead, while Daedra remained off to the side near Lissa. Regardless of the blunder of her blade, Daedra slipped into a collected clarity, shouting directions and their enemy stats to him and the knight. They would have questioned it, but the heat of battle fogged their perception. They would worry about it when there wasn't a mortal threat all about them. Yet, as the battle raged, one of the enemy bandits had slipped passed him and the knight to go after Lissa. Being a cleric, his younger sister was defenseless and unable to attack. Luckily, Daedra willingly put herself into danger for the princess, even though she had no reason to, other than her own desire. Daedra had rushed into action and used her remaining weapon, the lightening tome. And by 'used', he meant that the girl chucked the entire book right at the bandit's face. While nowhere near as damaging as using the magic within, the tome hit the scoundrel right between the eyes. Pages scattered through the air, leaving the bandit stunned from the blow and momentarily blinded. Still, it was enough of a distraction for Daedra to grab Lissa's hand and lead her to a safe part of the street while Frederick charged on his steed to finish the thug off with one blow of his lance.

When Chrom really thought it through, their earlier battle that day was just as similar. Daedra, alert and observant to everything within the line of battle, shouted out brilliant orders and set the Shepherds into devastating formations, yet anytime she was required to use her weapons ended in disaster. Thankfully, Miriel had returned Vaike's axe when the fighting grew intense, allowing him and Stahl to keep an eye on Lissa and Daedra while he and Frederick tanked through the remaining Risen forces. Frederick did make a point on the matter once again though. It was very unusual for a girl with such a brilliant and cunning mind in the world of warfare to have little to no combat skill. Usually tacticians were war savvy veterans, having learned such techniques over countless battles or at least years of study. Daedra was no older than his younger sister! Could what Frederick suggested be true – that Daedra was bluffing her weapon skill to seem vulnerable? It was possible but even that scenario seemed highly implausible. Surely if Daedra WAS a Plegian spy, she wouldn't be bold enough to still parade about in a Plegian styled robe? Plus he doubted the idea of her fake fumbling of weapons. It seemed too fluid, no matter how clumsy and jerky, to be staged, plus the enemy forces showed no sign of familiarity toward her. If she truly were a spy, she couldn't be so cold to knowingly kill her own countryman could she? She seemed too gentle for such a betrayal, even if it were an act. No, Chrom was sure of it. Daedra looked so determined and frightened for Lissa as she rushed forward to help his sister, gallantly pulling her to safety when she could have protected her own skin. Even now, Daedra was so eager and delighted to bond with all her newly met Shepherds. No, Frederick was wrong on this. He knew it.

"Enough, Frederick. I understand your concern, but Daedra has proven herself in my eyes. I trust her as a Shepherd and our new tactician. If you're truly concerned about her weapon handling, perhaps you could observe her more. I'm sure a warrior of your caliber could spot a fake with ease."

Frederick fumbled from the compliment for but a moment before nodding. "Very well, milord. I will do as you suggest, but should I find anything suspicious-"

"You'll report to me. Yes, I understand, Frederick."

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"Wow, Vaike, you were really great with your axe! I'm a bit disappointed you didn't have it from the start, things would have been very different," Daedra stated appreciatively as she looked up to the self-proclaimed 'Teach'. She clapped her hands affront her chest, bouncing on her toes slightly as a smile lit up her cheeks.

"Haha, no sweat for The Vaike! If my axe didn't run off in the beginning, those Risen-things would've been confetti!"

Lissa giggled beside Daedra. "Don't encourage the big oaf! He'll be so full of himself, he'll float off like a pegasus!" The two ladies giggled in good humor while Vaike huffed at being referred to a horse, a girlie horse for that matter! It didn't damper the tactician's enthusiasm though. It was hard not to like people who cut off monster heads for her protection. Daedra turned and smiled excitedly at the other occupant of their small grouping. Looking up to Stahl, she complimented him as well. "You were great too, Stahl! You and Sully were so gallant with your horses – just like the fabled Cain and Abel!"

The young man in green armor beside her laughed in embarrassment while his hand absently scratched the mop of messy locks upon his head. "You think so? I'd say my performance was pretty average. But thank you all the same."

Before the tactician could comment further, Vaike approached, boldly swinging his large arm over her shoulders to pull her against his side. Daedra immediately tensed up at the contact, but Vaike didn't seem to notice as he good-naturedly shook her shoulder. "So The Vaike is curious! What secret weapon does The Tactician use? Ol' Teach can tell ya must know your stuff with all them crafty moves ya were givin' everyone on the field. Not that The Vaike needed them, but he appreciates good effort! So what's your specialty?"

Seeing Vaike joke about very carefree with her put Daedra at ease. She was still a little nervous with the physical contact and she wasn't sure why. Her body was just stiffening on its own accord despite her brain tell her Vaike was her friend like the rest of the Shepherds. Regardless, she smiled up at the warrior. "Specialty? I suppose just my…tacticiany-ness. I'm pretty terrible with other weapons."

"Oh, I doubt that. You just need some practice. Look at me! I've been with the Shepherds for years and I'm still quite mediocre," Stahl reassured. Lissa stepped closer, happily adding, "Yeah! With how good you are at strategy, you HAVE to be good with swords and junk. Maybe you just forgot how to use them, you do have amnesia after all! I bet after some training you'll be as good as my brother!"

"Hey, hold on now! Let's not get carried away yet! If ya get as good as Chrom, that means you'd only be a bit under The Vaike, and that would take all your effort! But ol' Teach is feelin' generous 'cause he likes ya! Teach will show ya the ropes!"

Unable to contain her excitement, Daedra squeezed free of Vaike's arm so she could turn and stand face to face with him. The smile lit up her face again as the stray bit of hair upon her head bobbed back and forth from her glee. "You will?! That's great because it would be really nice to be able to hold a sword once I get it from the sheath! When can we start?"

"How about right now? There are still a few hours of light left and we don't march until tomorrow. That's enough time for a few lessons. I'll help as well, I should prove to be an easy enough opponent, if anything," Stahl offered. "I'll go get some training weapons." Lissa cheered happily as she looped her arm around one of Daedra's as she pulled the tactician after the green cavalier. It did not take them long to set up a small ring in a clear patch of dirt. Stahl carefully lined up a selection of weapons against a storage crate, mostly consisting of swords and lances of varying sizes and weights. Lissa sat upon another crate that was positioned in perfect view of the whole area. She happily cheered encouragements to Daedra, assuring her to' kick the boys' butts'. Vaike stood beside Daedra, trying to explain that she should be using an axe. After all, the axe was The Vaike's weapon of choice, and therefore, the best. He even offered to let her use his.

"I don't know, Vaike. It seems pretty big for me and, what if I break it on you?"

"Har har! Please! This axe is powered by The Vaike's awesome! Only The Vaike can break it, so no worry there. C'mon, give 'er a swing, you'll see axes are the best choice. Go on!"

Vaike gave her an encouraging slap on the back, almost sending Daedra to the dirt. There was a lot of moisture in the air, so much of the ground was a touch wet. There were even random mud puddles scattered about the camp, so a fall here would have been bad. A fall during their practice would be fine, soft mud to cushion the blow, but before the fight would just be an embarrassment. Luckily, Daedra managed to catch herself with a few steps. Turning to the said weapon Vaike slunked into the dirt for her, she clenched her fists at her chest and shot the axe a determined look.

"Alright then!"

Hearing Lissa's encouragements from behind her, and even a few words of luck from Stahl, Daedra wrapped her hands tightly around the weapon and pulled with all her might!

…and pulled again.

…and again.

Stahl's and Lissa's shouts of encouragement quietly died down into awkward silence as Daedra struggled to just get the axe out of the ground. Pausing for a moment, Daedra looked about and noticed her companions beginning to stare at her efforts, and it caused her cheeks to redden and tears to collect in the corners of her eyes in embarrassment. This would not do for her first days as a Shepherd. Steeling her resolve, she planted her feet firmly apart and adjusted her hands before pulling with all her might. With determination, the axe was pulled free from the ground and Daedra managed to get it into the air! Only… for it to swing over her shoulder, the hilt roughly landing on one shoulder. She yelped slightly as the mighty weight of the axe head behind her threw off her equilibrium and she started falling back. Adjusting her steps, she managed to turn herself, only for her to start leaning now in that direction. She teetered back and forth for a good number of times. Vaike circled around Daedra, trying to relieve her of the axe, but was always out of reach or stepping back to avoid an axe to his gut. Stahl began to rush over to help, but Daedra finally stumbled back a bit too far to recover. Instead of landing on her rear, she bumped into a nearby cart of damaged armor from earlier. The axe slipped from her grip and thunked onto the cart, sending it tilting. The sudden amount of weight had the cart catapulting the armor bits all over the area and in front of a few nearby tents. Regaining her footing, Daedra righted herself to look over the ring, wincing slightly when she saw the huge mess and eventually her companions' incredulous stares. Lissa was the first to respond with an excited, "That was so cool!"

"… Oops."

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With a bit of effort, the small group of Shepherds managed to convince Daedra to give it another try, at least with a more manageable weapon. She was beyond embarrassed, her cheeks bright red and tears threatening to spill from her large eyes. Yet, with a few small sniffles, she agreed to anyway, if anything to please her new friends. Kicking the scattered armor bits outside the ring, Stahl suggested Daedra try a practice sword, since she claimed to have a bronze one. Best to get the hang of the weapon she would most likely use in battles. Vaike gave her an apologetic slap on her back. Though he tried to be somewhat gentle, Daedra still had to take a few steps to regain her balance.

"Teach didn't mean to put you through all that, Daedra. Sometimes it's hard to forget how empowering The Vaike can be with things! But, don't you worry! To make it up to you, Teach is gonna make sure to always look out for you, same with Stahl and Lissa." Vaike crouched slightly as he rested a hand on Daedra's shoulder. He gave her a confident smirk as she wiped away the last of her tears from her cheeks. He couldn't help it when he paused and stared at her face, noticing the moisture that still clung to her lashes as she pulled her hand away.

"Man, your eyelashes… are huge!"

Daedra frowned and looked up to Vaike as her cheeks began to burn again. Before she could comment, she heard Stahl and Lissa laugh from across the ring. "Heh, I'm glad someone else noticed that too. I thought I was the only one who thought that, so I didn't want to say anything," the green armored man chirped with a smile as he picked up a lance. Lissa giggled through the whole exchange, but managed to control herself enough to speak as well. "I know! Her lashes are so long and thick! I'm super jealous, they're so pretty!" Daedra could only look between all three, her mouth moving as she tried to form words, but she really didn't know what to say. It was embarrassing, but not as bad as her armor-flying extravaganza, plus they seemed to be poking fun in good humor.

Stahl saved her the trouble though by reminding them that they only had a few hours of proper light left. Getting herself back on track, Daedra nodded and went over to grab a practice sword as Stahl suggested and stood opposite of him across the ring. Stahl calmly began to explain basics to her, proper stance and handling of the blade. While he preferred swords, he knew his way around a lance and explained that lance wielders naturally had an advantage over sword users. When Daedra questioned why he would put her at a disadvantage, Stahl happily explained that if she could hold her own against lances in practice, she'd fair better on the actual battlefield. That way, if swords or axes came at her, she could handle them with ease and she wouldn't be taken by surprise if she can across a lance. Smiling at Stahl, she nodded in understanding and got into position as he instructed her.

"Ok, first let's work on your swing! You seem to be able to hold the blade well, so charge at me. Keep your sword to your side. I'll block with the lance, so try and swing at my middle to get a feel for attacking. You want to go for the largest target on an opponent," Stahl said as he held his lance in both hands to brace him.

With a nod, Daedra charged off. She made it a total of three steps before she tripped and fell flat on her face, the sword flying off to the side. With cheeks ablaze but determination in her eyes, she said nothing as she retrieved her sword and made to try again. It took her a bit to adjust to running with such a weight in her hands, but she managed it with a few tries. Once in range of Stahl, she pulled back and swung her blade. Swinging such a weapon, even a blunted one began to fill her with such a thrill. She felt empowered, strong… as if now she could do so much more, that she was capable of so much more. That is until her blade made contact with Stahl's block with a dull 'thrunk'. Stahl's lance didn't even move as the vibrations began to pulse through Daedra's sword and quickly travel to the rest of her body, leaving her in pins and needles. Stahl, Lissa, and Vaike were, again, struck silent as they watched the tactician ride out the last of her tremors. Once she seemed to still, she blinked large hopeful eyes up at Stahl.

"How was that?"

"It was… um…. That was definitely… a start," he answered as sincerely as he could. Daedra's face still drooped anyway. Both suddenly turned their heads to Lissa as she shouted and hopped off her crate. Running off to one of the far tents, she explained she'd be right back and to wait for her. Within minutes, the princess was running back to them, now with a dark leather bound book in her arms. Running up to Daedra, she handed it off to her. "Here! I forgot … you had a …tome with you …that first day. Maybe, you're better … with magic. I borrowed … an extra from our … supplies," Lissa explained as she tried to catch her breath.

Daedra cautiously took the tome and turned it about in her hands. It felt…awkward. For some reason, the sword felt more at ease in her hands, even if she was rather poor with it. Still, what did she have to lose? This was practice after all. Looking up to Stahl, he nodded, agreeing to train with her more as the two backed up to give themselves sufficient distance. Once Daedra was at her far end, she looked the tome over again. Now, how to make it work? Holding it up, she faced the front cover towards Stahl who readied himself. And waited. When nothing happened, Daedra looked at the book again before shaking it, maybe you had to jiggle the spell out? After a few more attempts, Daedra heard Lissa yell from her seat on the crate.

"Daedra! Try opening it! When Miriel uses magic, she opens it to a spell or something. You can do it!"

Nodding at Lissa, Daedra furrowed her brows in determination. Pulling the cover open with gusto, she flipped to a page in the middle… and immediately began to frown. What was all this? The entire page was covered in circles and squiggles. Turning to other pages, her frown deepened when she saw that ALL the pages were like that. Flipping frantically through the book, Daedra tried to find SOMETHING she recognized. Stahl watched her from across the ring. He had a feeling she was a bit lost, namely when she looked ready to cry again as she tore through the pages like she missed a key paragraph. He, himself, had never used magic in his life, so there was little he could offer. But, he'd seen Miriel wield magic with ease countless times. From what he recalled, he never heard her actually 'read' anything.

"Daedra! I don't think you read it! Maybe…concentrate on the page and think about the magic! That's how it looks when other mages do it," he yelled across to her.

Daedra looked up to him in shock but nodded. It was worth a shot, she certainly didn't know any other options. Picking a page, she stared hard at the symbols and circles. They all seemed to connect and interweave in some way, so she followed them with her eyes, looping from one part of the page to the next. Almost instantly, she felt a warmth from the book, and the printing turned the lightest glow of red. Taking this as a good sign, she paused her roaming eyes and concentrated everything she had on the page. It was working, it was getting warmer! Really warm….too warm in fact. Wasn't she supposed to… shoot it somehow too?

The thought came a second too late as the tome in her hands caught fire. Daedra yelped loudly as a flame rose from the page she was turned to. Not knowing what to do, she fumbled and tossed the entire book away from herself. When it hit the mud, Daedra realized what she'd done and rushed over to try and stomp the fire out from ruining the book any further. Unfortunately, the book was still reacting to her presence and the moment her foot touched it again, the flame grew, rising almost as tall as her. With a yell, she backed away to avoid burning herself, just in time to see Stahl rush over with a tarp he'd found. Tossing it over the book, the cavalier began to stomp it down, smothering the fire as Vaike and Lissa rushed over as well.

"Ogre's teeth! Teach has never seen a tome do that before!"

"Wow, that was scary, are you ok, Daedra," Lissa asked as she looked the tactician over, making sure there were no burns. "I can run and get my staff if you're hurt!"

Daedra shook her head, looking a bit disappointed about the whole situation. "No, I'm alright, I just hope that book isn't too damaged. I can't imagine tomes are cheap."

Lissa laughed lightly. "Oh it's ok. We have like three of that same tome in storage, plus Chrom is usually breaking everything when he practices. This is hardly the worse we've had to deal with." Daedra smiled at the princess and went to answer, but the tome and tarp beside them suddenly rose up in a large inferno. All four Shepherds jumped back to avoid the fire, staring up at it with wide eyes.

"QUICK, WATER! GET SOME WATER," cried Lissa as she and Vaike scrambled off to find the nearest water barrel and buckets. Stahl and Daedra tried to find anything nearby to smother the large tower of flame, or at least keep it controlled. While it was staying in a solid shape for the moment, who was to say it wouldn't spread and start igniting the tents. The tent closest to them suddenly had it's flap front thrown open as Frederick rushed out from the commotion.

"What's the-"

He unfortunately didn't get to say any more than that as he tripped on one of the discarded armor pieces from earlier, sending him face first into a mucky mud puddle. Daedra and Stahl cringed at the slopping sound and turned to see Frederick sprawled in the mud, momentarily forgetting the fire behind them. Daedra immediately began to panic. This was bad, she was already on thin ice with the knight, and he had made that very clear from day one. Now, because of her clumsiness, Frederick was covered in mud and he was not going to be pleased with her. She watched with wide eyes as the slowly pulled himself from the dirt. Frederick looked down at himself in disgust, his once shiny blue armor covered in grime and grass bits. Raising a hand, he angrily wiped the mud from his face as he set his eyes on two before him. Specifically … Daedra.

"What is the meaning of this?! This campsite is a mess, and why is there armor all over the ground! Someone could trip, as I just demonstrated!"

Stahl and Daedra exchanged glances. Why wasn't Frederick mentioning the fire? But, before they could say anything, Lissa and Vaike both returned, a bucket filled with water in each of their arms. "Hey, we got some- WHOA! What happened to the fire," Lissa asked in disbelief as she returned to the ring. Daedra turned behind her, stunned. It was true, the fire had been put out. The ground was all wet, an empty bucket was beside what was left of the tarp and the fire tome. But, who extinguished it?

"Fire!? What fire? What happened," Frederick angrily asked as he stepped closer to view the mess that was a raging inferno only a few minutes prior. Taking note of the ruined tome, he sent a disapproving glare to all present. "Explain!"

Tossing his bucket to the ground, now as it was unneeded, Vaike casually waved his arm at Frederick as a brush off. "Hey, it's fine. Ol' Teach had everything under control. Just some mishaps during training. Nuttin' more! Relax, Frederick."

The one side of Frederick's mouth curled up slightly in an almost snarl as he went to give Vaike his opinion on the matter. Before he could, Daedra pushed herself forward to speak. "Wait! It was my fault. Vaike and Stahl wanted to help me train. I knocked the armor over… and I cause the fire with the tome. It was an accident, Sir!" Daedra kept her head down as she apologized. She dare not look up at Frederick. Only when she was suddenly engulfed in a large shadow did she turn her head up, freezing like a frightened doe from the knight's intense glare.

"I should have known. I don't appreciate my campsite left in a mess, or valuable tomes misused and ruined for foolish nonsense. If you're so eager to train, then I will train you. We begin tomorrow morning, before we leave for Regna Ferox. Be up and ready, or I shall wake you myself and you will not appreciate it! Clearly, I will have to keep a closer eye on you."

With his peace said, Frederick sharply turned and stormed off, wiping traces of mud from himself as went. Daedra let out a relieved sign. Well it could have gone worse, she supposed. At least now she'd get the training she wanted. She looked beside her to see Vaike making faces in the direction the knight walked off in. "What a blow-hard! Frederick always has to blow things out of the water. The Vaike does not approve!" Lissa stepped over to Daedra and tried to give her a reassuring smile. It wasn't as effective as she'd hoped. "Don't worry about Frederick. He's nice when you get to know him. I'm sure you'll be…fine….with his training…maybe."

"Is it that bad," Daedra asked. Stahl chuckled nervously. "Kind of. Frederick is quite…the slave-driver. But, he is effective, if anything. I'm sure you'll be fine. You'll be a lot better with a sword training under him than you would from any of us though."

"I suppose. I have little choice at the moment. But now, I wonder who put out the fire. It wasn't me or Stahl, and clearly not Lissa or you, Vaike," Daedra questioned the others as all four Shepherds began to circle around the charred tome. "You know," Stahl began, "I bet it was the 'Barracks Ghost'."

"Barracks Ghost," Lissa questioned. Stahl nodded and continued as his three companions listened with interest. "Yes. Apparently there's a ghost haunting the barracks. People claim to hear a voice speaking to them, but they can never find who it is. And, every so often, gleams of silver streak around, but always out of the corner of your eye! The moment you look to it, it's gone! There's also the issue of moving items. Sometimes if a group of people sits around, cups of tea will suddenly appear when no one even walked past, and there's always an extra one! Not to mention books left out will suddenly end up on their shelf, and armor and weapons neatly placed on their racks. Rather spooky."

Vaike snorted as he looked to Stahl. "But we're not in the barracks! We're not even in Ylisstol!"

Stahl shrugged as he continued. "I think the ghost just haunts the Shepherds in general. It's just people notice it more when they're in the barracks."

"A barracks ghost, huh? Whatever it is, it sounds more helpful than scary. I wonder if we'll get to see it someday," Daedra asked curiously as she playfully tugged on a lock of her coppery hair.

"It sounds exciting!"

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Fun fact: Daedra has the longest eyelashes in the army!

Yes, Freddy Bear is pretty grouchy, it's because they served bear again for dinner, lol Poor Daedra, she's really bad at this fighting thing, but at least she's cute. Or so people tell her.

Thanks for reading and feel free to send ideas. They may inspire me!