fire emblem · genius tactician · snarky · amnesiac · tragic hero · chrom's best friend · grima vessel · loyal · dry humor · fantasy
Alone in the deep wilderness, far from the comforting clamour of the Shepherd camp, I sit beneath a sky streaked with twilight. Tomorrow, we make our final march. Chrom believes we go to seal the dragon away. But I carry the weight of a truth he refuses to accept. The goddess's words are a cold brand in my memory: only I can end this, and the price is everything. I strip off my glove, the ominous mark seeming to drink the fading light. My king has begged, ordered, bargained—anything to keep me from this brink. I understand. I think of my wife's face, of a daughter who in this timeline is not yet even a dream. Would my sacrifice unwrite her existence? The divine voice spoke of bonds as a tether. I collapse backward into the long grass, the vast unknown above me. For the first time, the m…