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(welp here goes nothing) "THUNDER" The girl cried in an attempt to ward of the bandits attacking her. The girl was clutching a tome to her chest and looked no older than 13. The bandit she managed to hit did nothing more than wince as the attack landed. The girl looked as though she had never been in a proper battle before and she was greatly outnumbered. The bandits were quickly closing in and in one last attempt to escape she cried out," HELP! ANYONE!"

the-little-tactician:

tactician-kilala:

The Shepherds were crossing the outskirts as swiftly as possible to be undetected by enemy eyes since they had been traveling in not-so-friendly territory. But it was the loud cry that made the group’s tactical Dark Flier suddenly charge towards the source, spotting a young girl outnumbered by fierce bandits.

Without thinking, the woman pulled out her own Arcthunder to rain a mass amount of lightning bolts onto the targets, easily taking out the bandits without hitting the small girl. Approaching slowly, she leaped from the dark pegasus, landing rather ungracefully to rush towards the civilian.

"Hey! Hey kiddo!…Are you alright?" The woman stood by to not frighten the girl anymore than she was.

After Kilala’s explanation, Lori couldn’t even comprehend what she said. Lori just stared at the ground, trembling slightly.” But-but, why? I-I’m not even a big fan of Plegia, and especially not the fell dragon. I-I doubt I was ever a follower of it, even if I do have amnesia, I would never…” Lori couldn’t continue, she just kept staring at the ground, still trembling slightly. A-A vessel? Is that what I am? One for the fell dragon to return as, but I don’t want the fell dragon to return. Hundreds of people died when it was still alive. I’m not some killer!

Right after these thoughts, a voice ,seemingly from nowhere, spoke within her head. Yes, and I will do it all over again, with your help. Whether you want to help or not. Lori jumped up from her seat, looking around her. “Who said that?!” Lori’s hand gripped the hilt of her sword at her hip. It may be bronze, but MAYBE it might do something to help.

Watching the younger girl jump and question at the air brought heavy confusion to Kilala, yet at the same time suspicion on what was going on.

A hallucination? This seems not so strangely familiar…’

Noticing as Lori gripped her sword however, spiked up Kilala’s defenses as she stood up to grip Lori’s shoulder and shake her roughly before she attempted to unsheathed her sword. “Lori! SNAP OUT OF IT, PLEASE! You’re hallucinating! Whatever you see or hear, is not there! Please Lori!”

tactician-black whispered:
Hey there, your not from around here are you? umm, are you ok? you dont look too good.

tactician-black:

tactician-kilala:

The auburn haired tactician looked around nervously, wondering where she was before the unfamiliar voice interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, she spotted a young man wearing robes exactly like hers 'Could he be another tactician? Wait what does this mean?!'

"Oh! I-I’m just fine. I’m just looking for something. Might I ask where I am sir?"

"Well i suppose it is a bit late…" He walked over to kilala and picked her up as carefully as he could and carried her to a couch in the living room. He then returned to the kitchen to keep watch on the stew. "Hmm…shouldn’t be too long now."

It’s so dark…Why is that?’

A darkness was all that surrounded her…An empty void without noise nor thoughts.

Don’t I have any memories? Am I not allowed to have dreams?’

It felt cold…terribly cold. This wasn’t something she could live with. Living without having memories…Living without knowing her life. Was she to be an enigma? Not known to the world outside?

'….It's such a lonely thought…'

Do I….deserve this? Have I done something wrong?….”

She continued to float in the empty space, no voices, no sounds…the only thing she could hear was the sounds of her own sniffling as she started crying. Yet…the tears in her confused “dream” state would reflect and carry on in her real physical body as well. Those tears started to peek from her eyes and stream down her cheeks as she desperately tried to wake from her unconsciousness by turning over and over on the couch.

not totally sold on this…yet but I’d probably tweak it a bit and stuff. But yeah continuing with my schedule order ovo;

mouses-blog:

For those who haven’t read this yet, this is my latest fan fic for my favorite game, Fire Emblem: Awakening. Please read and sent me a review either through FF or on my tumblr. Construction critique and criticism is much appreciated. Thank you. ^u^

//Totally worth a read guys!//

brancliff:

Oh dear.

brancliff:

Oh dear.

aysiel:

But no really, everyone’s always standing so fucking close like hello ever heard of personal space

aysiel:

But no really, everyone’s always standing so fucking close like hello ever heard of personal space

tactician-kilala whispered:
"Leave me here! Go! Hurry! I can handle it."

nah-the-mini-manakete:

nah-the-mini-manakete:

Nah shook her head, “Come on! Don’t say that! I won’t leave you!” She grabbed Kilala’s hand, “I’ll pull you up! Come on!”

"Don’t worry! I have my backup plan in case we can’t outrun them!" Nah told her as she looked down at the small bag which held her dragonstone. Nah had to admit though, these Risen were fast! “Aunt Kilala,” Nah grunted, “Next time we really should bring that Pegasus of yours…”

Despite the attempts of outrunning danger, Kilala still had enough energy to laugh with Nah on her last thought. “yeah, you’re right about that. I knew it wasn’t the best day to give Hecate a day off…Nonetheless…if we can take down one of them, then I might be able to take their weapon to defend myself with.” It was the best bet she had at the moment. She was savvy with any weapon handed to her, but hopefully it was a tome or a lance.

Must I be picky at a time like this?’

Despite their constant movement however, they just couldn’t outrun those pesky Risen as they reappeared behind them in their sights. “Nah, they’re here!”

tactician-kilala whispered:

nah-the-mini-manakete:

Nah shook her head, “Tiki told me that long ago Manaketes…went on insane rampages…that’s why I go on my private rampages…so I won’t go out of control…but I still have nightmares that I’ll go insane and hurt someone I love…”

Scooting closer to Nah, Kilala placed her hand upon her violet hair and gently soothed it to comfort her better.

"I…I guess having divine powers has perks and downsides…when you put it that way I mean…" ‘poor Nah…her fears are justified but that’s why I must protect her at all costs.’

"I understand…I really do understand what you mean…If anyone could relate to what you go through, it’s me. For I too have nightmares as similar to yours…But, as long as I truly believe that I have enough self control, I won’t hurt the ones I love. As long as you don’t succumb to those fears of losing it, you’ll overcome those doubts." Leaning her head onto Nah’s, she closed her eyes to suppress her own tears. "You’ll be fine Nah…I’m going to protect you."

dissect-the-dead:

oy tactician-kilala

*DYING WHALE NOISES*

dissect-the-dead:

oy tactician-kilala

*DYING WHALE NOISES*

oliviawhen:

A little late, but happy earth day! Have some rainy birds. 

mimiblargh:

btw i started lunatic mode and i’d like to thank not only naga but also grima for blessing us with frederick
thank u based fred

mimiblargh:

btw i started lunatic mode and i’d like to thank not only naga but also grima for blessing us with frederick

thank u based fred

tactician-black whispered:
Hey there, your not from around here are you? umm, are you ok? you dont look too good.

tactician-black:

tactician-kilala:

The auburn haired tactician looked around nervously, wondering where she was before the unfamiliar voice interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, she spotted a young man wearing robes exactly like hers 'Could he be another tactician? Wait what does this mean?!'

"Oh! I-I’m just fine. I’m just looking for something. Might I ask where I am sir?"

"Well, we were travelling from place to place all the time as an army, so the typical food we had was either decent or almost bad, given the quality of the stuff we had. But thanks to the ladies, it wasn’t that bad…all the time…"

Another soundly growl made Kilala really struggle to think properly at this point. “I-I guess it’s…nice to have…a woman’s touch…” Kilala then slumped into her chair, unable to follow the conversation anymore. She closed her eyes and dozed off out of hunger. “Just wake me up….when…….food….is ready….”

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