AN: I am thankful for the four who followed my story! Thank you for reading, and if you'd like, review (no one has yet; it makes me kind of nervous). I also have a favor to ask of you readers: Can you suggest a name for the boy in Ke'ri's dreams? It would be greatly appreciated; currently, I have no name for the boy.

With that all said, the chapter starts!

We had woken up early in the morning to march off to face King Gangrel. The air was somewhat silent. Chrom hadn't said much that morning, and Lissa was sniffling a bit, and had a frown on her usually happy face, though her eyes had the smallest sparks of hope in them. The reason from this was the death of their beloved eldest sibling, Emmeryn. I wish I could have known a person who had been known for great peace across the nation. I decided not to ask about Emmeryn right now; everyone must have still been shaken by the tragedy, which happened around two weeks ago.

The mad king, Gangrel... I heard my spirit guardian tell me. Defeating him will most likely end this war in Plegia, though there are even more problems to deal with in the future.

Even more problems?

Within time you will find out. I cannot see what happens in the future, but I sense it.

If only I knew about what would happen. A twinge of anxiety made me bite my lip slightly, but I shook off the thought of anything dealing with the future.

Sighing, I sidestep a rock in the way. I glance up to see Lon'qu a pace ahead of me, also deep in thought. Everyone else had basically done the same, a tense and anxious silence forming around the group. The silence was getting to me, and I hoped that the march would be over soon. I didn't mind these rocky paths, but I disliked the tenseness among every Shepherd.

Finally, we arrived on a large, open plain. The sun was already high in the sky, with several clouds floating above. Robin organized everyone into groups. Supposedly, he already had this planned, though he hadn't talked to many people. Chrom and Sumia were at the front of the group, paired off. Chrom's boot dug into the ground as the next Exalt waited. Sumia put a hand on his shoulder to try to calm his anxiety, which only worked a little.

"Lon'qu, you're okay being paired up with Ke'ri, right?"

"That's fine," Lon'qu nods, and he stands close to me.

Robin finally finished organizing the groups. A new girl, a shy dancer by the name of Olivia, had just joined the group after a matter of minutes. Because of that, he changed up the pairings slightly.

Chrom was with Sumia, Sully was with Vaike, Ricken was with Lissa, and Gaius was with Tharja. Frederick was paired up with Olivia, Gregor was with Miriel, Libra with Maribelle, Donnel with Nowi, Cordelia with Kellam, and Virion was with Panne. Stahl, Anna, Robin fought alone. Lon'qu used to fight with Cordelia at times, but now he was going to fight with me.

The groups advanced forward towards the distant enemies, and a battle then engaged after a few minutes. A Plegian ran up to me and I countered immediately with my own sword, overpowering him with electric magic. The man was shocked, not only that I had magic, but also physically. The metal blade conducted the electricity to shock him, leaving the man barely conscious from the strong shock and the long cut on his torso. I only whacked him hard on the head. I didn't really want to kill anyone, but if I had to, then I would do so. Knocking them out would be fine.

Lon'qu had meanwhile defended my back. Standing behind me, he was busy exchanging slashes with another Plegian swordsman. I jumped in to help my friend, and together, we finished the enemy off. Lon'qu only nods in gratitude before he suddenly whips around, stabbing another enemy with a lance. The enemy falls, blood pooling on the ground. Some enemies on horseback had come as well, and I tripped a few horses with my blade. Defeating more Plegians, we advance after getting healed by Lissa, who was close by.

And so, the battle continued. Lon'qu made sure to guard me a lot, though I didn't need it as much. I understood why: he was afraid of losing me again. I remembered the look on his face years ago as he down near me, helpless. I was dying after I pushed Lon'qu away from an oncoming stab of a bandit's sword.

"Ke'ri..." I heard Lon'qu's voice, distant yet worried. He glanced around, and I could tell that the bandits had already disappeared.

"I'm sorry, Lon'qu..." I croak, weakened by the loss of blood. My eyes see blood from the stab wound, making a puddle of red on the bloody mud. I barely reacted to it.

"Don't die, please! Help is on the way..." I barely heard him as my eyes closed.

"... There is nothing... you can do..." I breathe out before the world becomes dark. "It's... not... not your... fault..."

Shaking that thought off, I made sure to guard Lon'qu as well. If he would probably be insistent on protecting me and making sure I did not get severely injured, then I would do the same thing to make sure he'd be safe.

Slash after slash we knock out enemies around us. We defend each other's backs for a while, until another surge of enemies breaks the defensive position we were fighting in. And in the corner of my eye, I saw someone stealthily sneaking up to Lon'qu's back while he was dealing with two fighters at once.

"Watch out!" I shout to Lon'qu as he doesn't seem to notice the man behind him. I knock aside the mage I was battling, and my left arm gets wounded badly in the process by blocking the enemy's hit. I am able to take out the enemy who attacked me, who was a myrmidon.

Lon'qu turns around just in time to see my arm get cut by the sword. I finished off the myrmidon with only one arm, my left arm still stinging from the wound, so I pull out a vulnerary to partially heal the wound.

"It'll be fine. It won't kill me, I promise," I tell him, gritting my teeth from the pain. He still seems to be worried, and I go to open the bottle that contains the vulnerary.

Close your eyes... Focus on healing your wound... I hear Lena say. I did so, and my arm stopped hurting as I focused on it.

I hear Lon'qu gasp, so I open my eyes. The wound is gone. There was no need for using the potion at all.

I can heal?

It is possible to heal wounds with your magic. But if they are too severe, it will be far beyond your power to help, and it will cost too much energy. Your magic can heal a decent amount of wounds, as long as you have the energy to do so.

Thank you, Lena.

"Here, let me treat your wounds," I say to Lon'qu, and he reluctantly lets me heal him. The worst wound is only a shallow gash on his side.

"Thank you." he says to me before we go on to help the other Shepherds with any shallow wounds and such.

Proceeding onwards, we find Gangrel fighting Chrom. The blue-haired man has a look of fury on his face as he overpowers the Mad King. Lissa watches the battle next to Ricken, who had dealt with a mage behind him. Her face has a look of revenge and hope as she sees her brother fighting the one who caused her sister's death.

A Levin sword clashes with Falchion as the two exchange slashes, becoming a tense and grueling fight. But Chrom seemed to getting the upper hand, fueled by determination and rage. Though Gangrel blocked most of Chrom's attacks, and scored his own, he seemed to be weakening with each move.

And finally, at last, Gangrel is struck down, stabbed by the Falchion. Gangrel mutters defeat as his final words, and Chrom raises his sword in victory, taking deep breaths.

"This war is over." Chrom finally announced. "The Mad King is no more. Ylisse shall now be in peace!"

Then where are the other threats? Are they not happening yet? Are they even more grave and perilous than this war?

Chrom and Sumia embrace for a while, and Lissa joins in, crying in happiness that Emmeryn's death has been avenged for. Wounds are tended to, and we set back to the Shepherd's garrison and Ylisse.

A celebration was held, not only for the war ending between Ylisse and Plegia, but for the marriage of Chrom and Sumia. With peace and restoring Ylisse to how it was before and Chrom being made the Exalt, it was a glorious time among all Shepherds. Even though I had only fought two battles in the war, I was treated like any other Shepherd, making more friends. It was a happy time indeed.

What I feared- another war, another threat- had faded over time as I spent more time with my childhood friend, catching bugs and sparring. But after two years passed, new threats rose...

AN: Thanks for reading! Please review, and have a good day!