It was a long journey, but she made it, once she made it to her destination, she all but collapsed, breathing heavily. One hand held tightly against her stomach, blood staining the area around it, it seemed that she was badly wounded.
“Child of Fell.... you are dying, yet you journey here instead of seeking medical attention?“ A woman’s voice asked. The tactician looked up, squinting at the woman before her, trying to focus on her. But she didn’t reply, just tried to adjust her position, and put both hands up.
They were shaky, so, so very shaky... but she managed to sign an answer for the divine dragon. “.....You wish to start over? try and fix your mistakes?”
A slight nod, she could barely keep her eyes open. “You think that is possible in your current condition? Human’s are fragile beings, if I did this for you, you would still die.”
She looked up at the divine dragon once more, mustering as much strength she has, to look at the other with determination, and one last nod. “Fine so be it, but it’ll be a waste, so why bother?”
And soon the woman lost conscious....
The first thing she noticed was the familiar feeling of magic, healing magic, to be exact. And then came the voices, and oh, they were so familiar, she almost wanted to cry, oh wait, she is crying. She could hear an alarmed gasp from Lissa, and she opened her eyes, there, hovering above her, was her dearest friends.... Chrom, and Lissa.... Frederick must be nearby.
Thank you, Naga.... She thought, as she embraced the two confused royals.
