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  1. Hey guys, I'm back! Starting to wind down again and get back into the story.
  2. Hello everyone, just making an announcement for now that I'm going to be busy for a week/week and a half working on a proposal (deadline is coming up soon). I'll be on and off, but I'll be back to writing the story soon. Content for Chapter 2 is well on its way. Thanks!
  3. Chapter 1 – An Unexpected Encounter Earlier in the day The Isle of Valor Far from the place she had called home, the purple-haired half dragon Sophia from Arcadia had been wondering the vast fields of Valor looking for the old sage Athos. While she had initially encountered Hawkeye and later Pent and Louise over the course of an intensely drawn out battle, she could not let go of the feeling that something terrible were to befell on the legendary hero. She knew from her conversations that Athos was not there. But to her, he’s far too important of a person to simply die in some foreign land. Sophia could still remember the ecstatic face of her friend Fae when Athos promised to attend her yearly ceremony of age next month. Frowning, she wondered whether or not giving away her talisman was the right choice. She wondered if she should have waited until she actually found the old sage. While she carried around a heavy Flux tome for protection, she had yet to use it. For the half dragon, however, she found it was really strange that not one corpse could be seen lying on the floor of the battle-ridden plains. There was certainly blood scattered all over the ground with many weapons now without masters, but she had yet to encounter a single person nearby. She wondered if it has something to do with what Pent had told her the other day. Entities Nergal created called morphs. “Oh…Lord Athos…where are you?” As she rambled, Sophia had stumbled upon a heavily injured woman lying on the floor. With blood gushing out of her chest, Sophia covered her mouth in horror as she approached the person. “That’s terrible…,” she muttered to herself. Though she was bound to encounter something like this on a battlefield, it was the first time she even seen a fight to the death, much less a real battle. Though the person looked different from any other woman she knew, Sophia had never seen someone so beautiful with such luscious dark hair and pale-white skin. Having been taught by her human mother as well as Athos many years ago to help a person who’s in need, Sophia took out a roll of bandages she had with her. It was originally meant for herself if she were to be hurt, but Sophia doesn’t mind using it for someone else. In fact, Sophia could sense the sadness in the person’s heart. Before she applied the bandaged, she tried removing the bloodied up tome that was on the person’s hand, but the person doesn’t want to let go of it. “…I…I can’t help, if you…hold onto the book…” Troubled by an unexpected obstacle, she tried reasoning with the person. But to her dismay, the person doesn’t seem to be fully conscious. “…What…what do…I do…?” She wondered if it would be okay if she just wrapped the bandage around her, book and all. As the half dragon debated on how she should tend to the person in front of her, she could hear her own voice coming from behind her. “…Dragon…no…half dragon…why are you here?” Though the response was delayed, Sophia responded nevertheless, dropping the roll of bandages in her hand. “…...Ah!” Though she was initially surprised by the voice, Sophia quickly turned to distress as her roll of sterile bandages fell into a puddle of blood on the ground. “Oh no…! My bandages…” “…My apologies…” In the voice of the shy half dragon, the hooded Bramimond apologized with the unconscious Ninian in his arms. “I didn’t…mean to startle…” Being close to the magic circle he had drawn outside the Dragon’s Gate, he teleported not far from where Sophia was, shortly after Ninian had fainted from taming the few fire dragons that crossed in Elibe. Looking back to see an unconscious Ninian in her arms, Sophia had grabbed her Flux tome. Her heritage quickly helped Sophia discern the person in his arms was the same species as she was. Eying Bramimond with suspicion, Sophia gave him a threatening stare. Alarmed, she bombarded the mysterious person with a series of questions. “…Half dragon? Who…are you…? Why...is she…unconscious? Why…do you…sound like me?” Coupled with his appearance, Bramimond could see why the half dragon might feel threatened. “A child of Arcadia…you must be with Athos…” Stunned by his response, Sophia nervously answered, “you know…Lord Athos?” Not trying to provoke her, Bramimond tried to ease the half dragon’s fears by gently placed Ninian on a patch of unsoiled ground near Sophia. As he stepped back Sophia quickly advanced, in contrast to her usual behavior, to cover her blue-haired kin. Though she was relieved that the other half dragon had only fainted, it did nothing to clear her suspicions on Bramimond. “Athos has been…a friend for centuries…” “You lie…no human could live…this long…,” Sophia remarked, excluding Athos and Nergal. In response, Bramimond took out a dark tome from under his robes, but was promptly attacked by Sophia who thought he was planning to attack. “I…Bramimond…only speaks…truth-…!” “Flux!” Quickly teleporting back to the magic circle he created with a talisman, Bramimond could see that he narrowly escaped a larger than normal ball of darkness that would had swallowed him whole had he not moved. Being drained of magic having just revived Ninian’s soul, it would be difficult for him to continue fighting such a strong practitioner of elder magic. He had also dropped his own weapon during that quick teleport. “…Wait…!” Bramimond pleaded, now meters away from her. Without a warp staff in the person’s hand, a bewildered Sophia muttered, “…how…did you-?!” Stopping mid-sentence, she recognized some of the markings on the book the person had dropped, ones that she had studied from Athos’ great achieves in Arcadia. “…Apocalypse…?” Holding up some fresh bandages in his hands, Bramimond answered, “I…only wish…to help…” Seeing what he was doing, Sophia dropped her guard. “…Lord…Bramimond…? Of the…eight heroes…?” Slowly realizing her blunder, she apologized to Bramimond with apologetic bows. “…I’m…sorry…I…I…didn’t mean…to…it’s just…I’m really…sorry!” Bramimond sighed in relieve, slowly shaking his head. “No. It was…my fault.” Making his way back to the remorseful half dragon, he dusted off his tome. “…I should have been…more clear…with my intent…” In helping Sophia tend to the injured woman on the ground, Bramimond and Sophia had discussed, explaining why Sophia was on the island and why he was carrying Ninian. Though Sophia has gotten worried when Bramimond had told her about the Fire Dragons trying to escape the Dragon’s Gate, Sophia was comforted by the fact that Athos and the others were dealing with the remaining dragon. As he sat beside Sophia, Bramimond gently brushed Ninian’s hair. “I do what I must…to help this poor child…” “…So you rescued her…thank you…” In response to to Bramimond’s story, Sophia grateful for what the dark mage had done and returning her kin’s soul as bandaged up a chest wound had finally healed. Though Bramimond himself did not comment on the terrible job the half dragon was doing bandaging a fully clothed person, he was quite impressed by her healing capabilities. But seeing the large wound on the person, Sophia frowned. “…Lord Athos…I must…see him…but…” Noticing the glum, Bramimond commented, “you’re…worried…” Sophia quietly nodded. Without a heal or mend staff, there was only so much either of them could do. Eliwood and his party had seemed to have exhausted their supply of staves, vulnerary, and elixirs as well before Bramimond took Ninian to safety. Having an idea, Bramimond handed Sophia one of his talismans. “Here…” Puzzled, she asked Bramimond, “this is…?” “A teleportation charm…,” Bramimond told the half dragonm, “a charm to the Shrine of Seals…” “The sacred shrine…?” “I have…healing staves back at the shrine…,” Bramimond explained to her. Reassuring her, Bramimond went on to tell Sophia he’ll relay the message to him. “I’ll tell Athos to meet you…I promise…We’ll see you at the shrine…” Appreciative for what Bramimond’s had done for her despite seemingly more important matters to consider, she held the dark mage’s ice-cold hand with energetic eyes. “Will you…?!” Bramimond nodded not knowing it would be the last time. In the end, Bramimond never had the chance to tell tell his old friend about Sophia’s plight. Her premonition ends up being true… The Shrine of Seals, Bern Located deep in the forested mountain of Bern lies the Shrine of Seals, the massive structure that remains largely hidden from the rest of the continent. With the exception of the past few weeks, the shrine does not usually receive any guests. Despite its imposing size, its location was well thought out by its creators. For centuries, the location was only known by the royal family of Bern and a few selected individuals like Athos. The overgrown vines and leaves that covered and piled on the outer portion of the shrine reflects the legendary hero-king Hartmut’s desire for its seclusion from the rest of the world, a feat his descendants had upheld for centuries. While the occasional treasure seeker or explorer might have stumbled upon the silent behemoth by accident, not one in the past thousand or so years had managed to reach the inner most sanctum of the shrine. Even Athos when he brought Eliwood and his party of young champions to greet Bramimond, the old sage merely brought them to the outer atrium where the dark mage resided. Unbeknownst to Eliwood and his allies, they left without knowing the great legacy the legendary hero-king Hartmut have left behind. A relic of the ancient conflict known as the Scourging, the Shrine of Seals housed the original weapon of Hartmut, the Binding Blade, well within its protective walls. Veiled in a vast array of seals Bramimond had created, it lies dormant atop of a stone, never to be touch by anyone but the bearer of the Fire Emblem. While Bramimond’s personal weapon, the Apocalypse, was also stored within its confines, the only reason why it remained with the sacred blade at the Shrine of Seals was because of Bramimond’s presence. Having promised to maintain the seal from external threats, the dark mage took a permanent residence at the shrine, and with it, his weapon. Much has changed since Bramimond first arrived centuries ago, the surrounding forest and vegetation, a creeping erosion that could be found on one of the shrine’s external wall. But if there were to be a few things that remained constant throughout the passage of time, it would be the grandiose height and its seemingly never-ending stairs to the shrine entrance. It was by this stair where Sophia had waited for Bramimond and Athos, until the woman she tended were suddenly thrown into a state of agony. Checking her wound, Sophia was baffled when she saw nothing wrong. It was perfectly sealed by her magic. She knew however if the person continues to flail around, it would only increase the likelihood aggravating the wound, so left for the nearby forest in search for some herbs, hoping it’ll calm the person down. --------------- Pain. Pain was the only thing the morph named Limstella could think of as her body twists wildly on the hard ground. Having been jolt by a sudden, but needle-like sting coursing through her body, she wraps her arms around her body, wailing in agony. Though confused as to how she managed to survived her engagement with Eliwood and his allies at the Dread Isle, she recalled what her master had told her before setting out to collect their quintessence. “Limstella…,” Nergal had said, “your flesh cannot endure the power of this sorcery. Before tomorrow, your entire body will be corrupted. But this is what you desire, yes? The chance to die for me?” Drenched in cold sweat, she muttered between her heavy breathing, “…Is this…the corruption-…ugh!?” Covering her mouth as she coughed, a warm red liquid could be felt flowing down her hand. With the pain becoming increasingly unbearable, she gritted her teeth, hoping that her death would be swift. Having been defeated in such a humiliating fashion, the morph could help but felt ashamed. Though she wondered if this unwarranted notion had anything to do with what was eating at her body, Limstella never thought highly of her artificial emotions. After all, she believed they were nothing but a hindrance to her master’s plans as evident with Sonia. And yet, the notion of Nergal simply seeing her in this miserable state frightens her to no end. She was his perfect gem. A true masterpiece of power and beauty. Even though Limstella knew Nergal simply sees her as a tool, a pawn that can discarded and replaced for his own agendas, the morph does not want her master to see her in such a pitiful state. Not when she’s defiled like this. With pain saturating her senses, she did not notice the approaching footsteps until her vision was darkened, darkened by the outline of a person in dark robes. With the little strength she had left, Limstella managed to peer upwards towards the hooded figure. At first, the morph wondered was simply delirious from all the pain, but the closer it came, the more frightened she became. Despite the sun blaring into her golden eyes, she could distinguish the attire of dark magic practitioners. Believing him to be Nergal, her thoughts raced. “…Master Nergal?” He was the last person she wanted to see. Fully anticipating her imminent punishment, Limstella closed her eyes. “…” While the morph had long been prepared for for her death, Limstella regretted of not being of use to Nergal in the very end. She couldn’t bear seeing him in the eye. Referring to herself, she faintly muttered, “…yes…I’m just another failure…” Having waited for a few seconds, nothing of the like came, much to her disbelief. “…Why?” She coughed, “why am I-…ugh?! Still alive…” The longer she remained in pain, the more frustrated and confused Limstella became. It was then when she felt someone’s icy-cold hand over her head. “What…?” Opening her eyes, she could see her line of sight also being blocked by the hand. Though the hand was cold like the snowy mountains of Ilia, the darkness it provided was like a void draining at her senses. Together, it was provided an island of comfort and relief in a much larger sea of torment. It did not take long before the torture succumbs to a wave of calm. Granted that the feeling of darkness was familiar to that of her master’s, something felt odd. The act itself was strangely out of character for someone like Nergal. She knew of her master’s temper. Incompetence like hers would have been met with an instant death. But the lack of action only heightened her suspicions. Having took advantage of her frail condition, Limstella quietly snapped at the person. “Who’s there?” Limstella tightly gripped the icy-cold hand that was covering her eyes. No response. Given that she was the last remaining morph in the defense of the Dragon’s Gate’s entrance, there was only one reasonable explanation she could think of. To add insult to injury, it was reasonable for Limstella to believe that she was captured by the enemy. But why would anyone as self-righteous as Eliwood or his lordling friends offer any amnesty to a cold-blooded puppet like herself. In a cold voice, she issued a threat. “...Don’t even think of using me as a hostage. I’m nothing but a disposable doll now. You will all fall in the hands of Master Nergal.” From her statement, she notices a quiet murmur tickling her ears. As if responding to Limstella’s words, she felt the hand that was on her head was pulling away. Squinting as the sunlight began to invade her eyes, Limstella couldn’t catch what was being said. Inching towards her was the lower face of a surprisingly young man. And because of how she was positioned on the floor, it was not until he leaned closer did she see the rest of the person’s face under a large hood. Though she was initially indifferent about the icy glare being returned to her, something from the person’s face managed to catch her attention. The mismatched colors in the of the person’s eyes quickly caught her attention, a pair of yellow and blue heterochromatic eyes. Having been rejuvenated, the morph wasted no time interrogating the person that had just tended to her ailments. Regaining her original composure, she asked, “…Who are you?”
  4. Lol, well, that's quite the demanding brother you have there. XD In any case, there's people from all walks of life in this community. I'm sure you'll have a great time once you find that niche.
  5. Hahaha, you're playing everything out there! Welcome to the forums. Hope you enjoy your stay here. :)
  6. Lol what? Then what do you guys usually talk about over there? XD
  7. Hehehe. Well, in the end, the creative decision is all yours anyways. Choice was you like best. :3 Why hello there! Welcome to the forums! As you browse around, I'm sure you've find people from all walks of life hanging around. :) Everyone got to start somewhere right? ;) Have a fun time on the forums, there are many interesting things to check out here.
  8. Oh sweet, a world of Dragons. :3 Have you also though about Demon Dragons? >:D
  9. @grinus I never was the tech-savvy type of person so when it comes to cross-platform, I have very little clue on what to do. I do utilize my terminal a lot working with computers, though it's mostly for basic scripting and not really programming. Wish I had learned more CompSci when I was in school, lol. @DicesMuse Welcome to the forums! Best of luck on your HM/No-grind PMU!
  10. @grinus I agree. It's so very nice to see so many people with fascinating idea within the realm of Fire Emblem, like the story I'm reading right now by @TheSilentChloey over at written works. While I haven't talked with too many people on Serene yet, I think it's a pretty chill place. Although, I'm still not getting any help yet on modding FE with Macs, lol. (Maybe they'll recommend me come back to windows. XD)
  11. Oh, sorry about that. XD I'll take note of that and add an extension to the thread title to avoid confusion. Thanks!
  12. Well, best of luck to your world building! I'll be interesting to see what will it become. :)
  13. Hi guys, it's NeoVerdin. This is the feedback thread for my story. Link to the story Edit: I figured out how to add buttons, yay! But the original link back to the story is still there above the button. If you like, hate, or want to comment about the story, feel free to post in here. As stated in the author's note, I will post it in ff.net as well, but my priority is here, so expect a few days of lag over there if you see me posting new story content here. Also, if you have any constructive criticism about the writing itself, I would love to hear from you. My posting will be pretty infrequent because of grad school, but I'll see what I can do!
  14. Author's Note: Hi guys, I've finally finished the first part of my first fanfiction (well among, several ideas I originally had between FE7 and FE6). Though I'm not a prolific writer, I hope the read is still enjoyable. I've recently decided to join ff.net as well, so this story will be posted there. However, I've decided to have my story posted here first. Moving onto the content, this story takes place post-FE7, though the preclude does contain a large portion of how FE7 has ended. While future chapters will contain more original content, this is a warning to those who have not yet played the game and wish not to spoiled to turn back. For those who stayed behind, have fun! Link to feedback thread Edit: I figured out how to add buttons, yay! But the original link to the story's feedback thread is still there above the button. Prelude – The End of the Beginning The Dragon’s Gate, the Isle of Valor Bouncing off of the ancient temple walls, the sound of steel clashing and the cries of war animals rippled throughout the desolate battlefield. Sword onto sword, spear onto spear, Nergal’s remaining morphs had fought desperately to their end despite their master’s demise. Amidst this chaos, the young lord of Pherae named Eliwood made his way up the stairs as the last remaining fire dragon musters up its remaining defense. Not willing to give in without a fight, the red dragon let a deafening screech that could heard throughout the chamber. While the deafening sound had briefly stalled Eliwood, skillfully evades with the assistance of his mount, heavy blows from the creature’s sharp talons. Bringing it head back for a large attack, the dragon huffed letting out a giant wall of fire towards the young lord that was rushing up the stairs. As his eyes widened, Eliwood let out a loud scream as his hold onto the legendary weapon Durandal tightens. “Ahhh!” Having gained momentum enough momentum his horse leapt high into the air for one critical blow. With a clean cut, dealt the dragon a fatal wound as it shrieked in pain. Wailing rampantly before its own death, the dragon knocked over a massive stone pillar that had been supporting the Dragon’s Gate. From the uncontrollable swarm of dust and debris, it quickly engulfed the young Lycian lord. Hector, Lyn, and Nils, who had just made their way towards the Dragon’s Gate fighting together were shocked when they witnessed Eliwood’s mount came crashing before their eyes. With the person in question nowhere in sight, shock quickly turned into horror. Both shouting out their friend’s name, they hurried towards the piles of debris atop of the stairs near the still active gate. Just as the last morph which Hector and Lyn had fought was preventing them from proceeding any further, the Ostian lord roared. “You will NOT get in my way!!” Enraged by the morph’s actions, Hector took a powerful swing at the enemy with Armads, which broke the morph’s durable guard. Taking advantage of the opening Hector had made, Nils blew his flute to strengthen his companions with the blessing of Thor’s Ire. Lyn stepping forward with the Sol Katti quickly approached the morph. With the morph still disorientated from the strike Hector had dealt, Lyn dealt multiple slashes of her own, striking the morph’s vitals with pin-point precision. But even as the minion fell to the floor, everyone, without any other thoughts, they continued up the stairs to the pile of rubble that sat by the Dragon’s Gate. Upon reaching the debris, both lordlings and Nils breathed heavily as their body attempts to recover both from their fight against the morphs and their long trek from below. Exhausted, Nils was the first to slump down, dropping his flute in the process. Stricken with denial, Nils was at a loss of words, uttering, “i-it…can’t be…Lord Eliwood, he…” Though not as severe as Nils, Lyn too was struck with fear. “Gr…” Clutching his fists, Hector placed Armads beside the mound of rocks that stood nearly twice his size. Having disarmed, he began grabbing the rubble with his hands. “Come on buddy, don’t you dare die on me! Don’t you dare forgotten our oath!” He muttered as the Ostian Lord began to claw through the pile of rocks. Not in the mood to use pretty words to comfort his companions, instead he did what he had always done. “Snap out of it, both of you! Lyn, I never knew you as someone so weak!” Flaring up from his insult, Lyn bite her lip, “Hector, you take that back!” Without looking at Hector, Lyn began to remove rocks with her own two hands repeating, “I won’t lose.” With a grin in his face, Hector was pleased that his rouse had managed to get her confidence back. Even Nils who was beginning to tear up was helping out with the smaller debris. Though it was not like Hector himself remained completely detached from his own emotions, but he had to keep a strong demeanor for everyone’s sake. But without any response from the pile itself, Hector was deeply afraid of the what might have happened to his best friend. It was then, when the bard noticed the rubble in front of him began to move. “L-Lord Hector! Lyn! Over here!” The boy responded, catching the attention of both lordlings. Stepping back from the debris, a large stone stab began to tilt towards the side, revealing a red-hair lordling underneath. With the protection of his Divine Weapon being lodged deep into the stairs, it managed to stop the heavier debris from falling onto Eliwood. Hector and Lyn’s actions allowed Eliwood to worm himself out of the rubble. Falling over as the stone stab finally gave in to his strength. As regained his composure he coughed, accidently breathing in some of the dust that were floating around. “Lord Eliwood!” Nils cried out in relieve. “I’m here…!” Eliwood replied, trying to clear his throat from all the dust. “I’m…right here-!!” Just as he answered Nils, Hector began to roughing up Eliwood’s hair. “You little rascal…” Hector quietly growled. “Don’t you ever pull something like that again.” Eliwood let out a light-hearted laugh. “Alright, alright.” Though Hector, Lyn, and Nils haven’t noticed, the battlefield began to quiet as their band of friends and allies had finally defeated the last of the morph below the flight of stairs. Seeing that Nils and their lords were alright, they began to celebrate their final victory against Nergal and his plot to open the Dragon’s Gate. Eliwood, having been rescued, noticed Lyn, who had been silent the entire time, stood quietly behind Hector and Nils. Although it was supposed to be a joyous moment, Eliwood could see the Sacaen’s troubled face, though he couldn’t tell what was going through her mind. “Lyndis?” Eliwood called out. Turning around both Hector and Nils could see Lyn with one of her arms wrapped around her stomach. “Lyn?” Nils asked, “what’s wrong?” Lyn shook her head. Following up with her response, Hector asked, “Aren’t you glad that Eliwood’s okay?” Lyn shook her head again, though this time she finally spoke. “I am overjoyed. I really am.” Baffled with her response, Hector came over to his friend. “…you don’t look overjoyed.” “I-it’s…it’ just…,” Lyn replied, stuttering for the first time, “it’s just that I froze up when I thought Eliwood has…” Gripping her arm, she continued. “If it weren’t for you…Eliwood, what would have happened to-…?” Feeling a firm grip on her shoulder, Lyn looked up seeing Hector shaking his head with a smirk. “H-Hector?” “What? That’s it?” Hector laughed. “You helped out in the end right? You’re not that weak, right?” Lyn could see that the blue-haired lordling was trying to cheer her up from her slight misstep. Lightly tugging the female lordling towards Eliwood, Hector urged Lyn to see their friend. “Go on,” he replied with a light-hearted smiled. Lyn were surprised to finally see the softer side to him. “Hector, wait. I…” Before Lyn could compliment him for what he was doing for her, Hector gave Lyn a light-hearted pat on the shoulder, causing her to stumbled. Though it was originally well-intended, it turned out more of a shove than a push, causing Lyn glare at Hector at what he had just done. “I take that back. You’re just a big brute.” Bothered that his kindness was met with criticism, Hector retorted with frustration. “Hey, I was just trying to help! Right Nils?!” With Nils backing out from their fighting, Eliwood laughed wholeheartedly seeing that his friends were back to their usual shenanigans. Bramimond, who had just teleported back into the chambers with the unconscious Ninian after the dragon had fallen, silently witnessed to the scene from the background heard footsteps approaching behind him. Turning around, the dark mage could see Athos and the celebration that was taking place in the stairs below. With cheers, hugs, and kisses, everyone was relieved that everything was finally over. Despite their initial disagreements in helping humanity, Athos was grateful that his old friend for everything he has done. Without his assistance in unsealing the sacred weapons from their resting places, Athos feared Nergal would have triumphed, and humanity would be lost. “Bramimond, friend. I couldn’t thank you enough you for you help.” Mirroring both Athos’ voice Bramimond was calm in his reply, reaffirming their their long held friendship. “I want nothing more than to help a friend in need.” Athos seeing the blue-haired woman resting in Bramimond’s arms, he asked given out hints of concern, “how is she?” Looking down the person in his arms, Bramimond replied, “…though I cannot speak of her mind, I can assure you that her body and soul has returned to their original state.” “And you?” Hearing Athos’ response, he nodded. “I am fine, old friend. Though I have expended most of my magical reserves, they’ll replenish with time.” Relieved, Athos warmly placed his hand on Bramimond’s shoulder. Turning around to see Nils and the three lordlings, Athos remarked with grief. “This really takes me back, Bramimond. That night before the battle at the Temple of Dragons-.” Finally noticing the waning strength of his old friend, Bramimond interjected. “…Athos, you…” Shaking his head, Athos answered his friend. “…With Nergal gone, their future is bright…please Bramimond. Look after them for me.” Not far from Eliwood and his friends, Athos left Bramimond and Ninian behind to approach them. “Well done, brave successor to Roland. It’s finally over.” While his remained speech held firm and assuring, Bramimond could tell Athos was barely holding onto himself. “Finally, everything is…” Right before he finished his statement, he collapsed onto the floor. “Lord Athos!? Eliwood responded in shock. Surprised by his collapse, Hector was the first arrived by the old sage’s side. Gently lifting the elderly man from the hard floor, he commented, “Hey Greybeard, this isn’t funny. We had just won! What’s the meaning of this?!” With that remark Athos gave out a laugh before turning his attention for the young boy that was holding on to his arm. Athos had always treated Nils like the grandchildren he never had. For Nils to see his benefactor must have been heart-wrenching. “Please…please don’t go…” He plead. “Nils!” Hector rebuked, causing Nils to flinch. In seeing this, Lyn were quick to the young boy’s side, placing her gently hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Nils, it’s alright, everything will be okay.” Trying to comfort the grieving boy, she looked at Nils in the eye before turning and reprimanding the Ostian lordling for his insensitivity. “Hector!” In realizing his rash action, Hector gritted his teeth. “Tsk…” With a weak, but soft smile, Athos himself placed his hand over Nil’s hand to comfort him. “Although the time we spent was short, I was pleased to have both met you and your sister. It was thanks to you that I was able to finally see my wish come true. That dragons and human could exist outside of Arcadia…” “…Lord Athos…” Nils whimpered. With a centuries-old mastery of dark magic, Bramimond had long lost his own personality. Though it was likely to be the influence of those that was around him, Bramimond was uncharacteristically concerned over his last remaining friend. Seeing Athos’s collapse only confirms his concerns over his health. “Athos…” To not know whether or not his concerns for Athos were genuine or not, it must have been cruel to Bramimond, especially since it was in fact the last, Bramimond would ever seen his friend. On the other hand, Athos was just relieved to have a dear friend by his side before his dying breath. “…I’m sorry Bramimond…ha...looks like I’ve exhausted my strength. I…I’ll die before you, friend.” “…” He bent over to Eliwood to gently handed Ninian to the red-haired lordling. “Ninian!” Eliwood replied. Standing back up, Bramimond silently nodded, giving Athos’ his response. “I may well follow you soon, old friend. For now…I will sleep again.” Athos sighed. He knew from the start that it would difficult to convince Bramimond to take a more proactive role as a guardian to Elibe in his place. But that’s just who Bramimond was as a person. Shifting his attention to the three teenage lordlings, he continued. “Eliwood…Hector… Lyn…I’ve lived a long, long time. But now…I’m done. Do not grieve. Soon, I will be with long-absent friends…I have no regrets.” As Bramimond continues to quietly watch over them, Elwood cried out with Ninian still in his hands. “Lord Athos!!” Catching his breath, the old sage continues, “now…my friends...my family…let me give you a parting gift…as I lay dying…I see many things…I see the future…” From this Bramimond could see the change in Athos’ demeanor, distress by what he had just seen. “Oh…why? Why…is this not now…? Neither Bramimond nor I…will be…here…to help a land…in need…” Though scared of what the future has in store for them, Lyn couldn’t help but to ask. “What…do you see?” Lyn questioned the dying sage. “An evil star…rises in Bern…All of Elibe will once again awash in blood…but do not fear. Once again, Lycia brings hope. Children of fire…everything…” With that, Athos, one of the eight legendary heroes of the Scourging has passed on. As Athos mutter his final word, everyone near Athos fell silent as Nils began to weep. Lyn, who was trying to fight back her own tears, softly caressed his trembling shoulders. Breaking the silence, Eliwood silently remarked, “Lord Athos…even at the end…he thought of us…” “Greybeard…” Hector miserably muttered. Shaking her head, Lyn replied, “look, both of you…Lord Athos…It’s almost as though he’s smiling. Isn’t that right, Nils?” Sniffling, Nils softly nodded, “yes.” While Eliwood and his friends were trying hard comforting each other in their time of loss of a great mentor, Bramimond on the other hand was silently distraught. With the passing of Athos, Bramimond became the last remaining of hero on the continent. Again, Bramimond tried to attribute this to the people he was hearing around him, but the dark mage was taken aback by what Athos said before his death. “Bern…” He silently muttered to himself. With his final promise to Athos has fulfilled, he decided to leave before the feeling of grief could overwhelm him. As the rest of Eliwood’s party began to walk up to see what has just happened on the stair above, Bramimond quietly himself slips away from the Dragon’s Gate without uttering another word. The Shrine of Seals, Bern “…” Having teleported out of Valor, Bramimond could see a familiar building standing in the distance. Having expended most of his magic restoring a lost soul, the man had resorted to talismans and magic circles for traveling great distances. Standing on top of one of those magic circles, he took out from under his robe with a worn-out red tome. Opening it up to the first page, his other hand gently touched the equally worned-out words that were written on it. To my prec s fr end and riv Br mond, In celeb ion to your m tery over elder ma , a gift you ld sur ly like. Our f t mai c tome tog er. At os Handling book with great care, he slowly closing the book, bringing it back under his robes. Step away, Bramimond silently made his way towards the building. Lying unconsciously in front of the massive structure, a woman(?) who’s torso had been lazily bandaged up could be seen resting by stairs.
  15. Well, I'm sure all the fan's will end up calling her Anna anyways despite the omission, lol. XD
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