#general threads

【 ♕ 】         They had only stopped in Ylisse to replenish their supplies, having run low on their way back to the Plegian capitol. It was odd being in there, but it was the only town that they had to stop by. It wasn't too far from the border, and at least Fionn could always run that way if Chrom had found out where she was in Ylisse, if he ever did.

                       It was supposed to be a quick visit, but something went wrong with the wagons. They became too full and a wheel burst, which rolled off and even took down one of her men. They wouldn't just be stuck there for a few hours now, but presumably a day due to the man needing to be looked at.

                      So they were at a standstill. Though she didn't mind the scenic village, nor the people in it, she wanted to leave as soon as possible. Plegian's were still viewed as hostile enemies to Ylisse, though Chrom had kindly said the war was over, there were some people who didn't get the memo.

                      She tried to be as cautious as possible, even telling her men to set up a larger watch than what they normally had. If anybody wandered in to camp, they were to bring them to her immediately and without hesitation.

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【 ♕ 】         Just as she expected, leaving earlier for three days put her at the advantage. There was no sign of the carriage behind the army, and scouts reported they couldn’t see them either.

                       And just as expected, she arrived at the capitol in no time, though she was very angry, and very, very tired. Not that she got any sleep in the first place, but constantly walking did take it’s toll on her leg. It hurt as badly as the day it was broken.

                        There was some choice words she had for the nobles who didn’t inform her that such a guest was coming her way, yet that had to wait. There was no doubt in her mind the foreign queen was already just a day behind her, and she had to get ready.

[  ♕  ]        The general didn’t understand why she was here in the first place. She couldn’t cook, and the sweets that were lined on the counter most certainly were things she couldn’t eat.

  Maybe all this uselessness was for the holy woman, who no doubt she know better than to eat this amount of filth. Or perhaps it was a gift for her men, which was only slightly better, but not by much.

  To Fionn, sugar was a vile thing. Sure, she used to eat it all the time when she was younger. But then she was told what it would do to her, and that frightened her. It was by her father, of course. Who took fun out of everything. But his examples were so real, and she couldn’t be what he hated if she wanted to be loved.

  But that slowly changed. When she tried sweets years later, she found she wasn’t able to take them like normal people. She’d gag and spit it out before threatening the one who offered it.

[  ♕  ]        The pink haired general sniffles, wiping a finger under her nose as she watched her men. All happy and enjoying their healthy bodies. While she was stuck with a cold. It wasn't far, that she had to get a cold while they were healthy.

  She lived by the forests, she was used to the somewhat cold. Talibah should have been the one who was sick, since he lived in the desert. But he was fine with the bitter cold, while she had to get sick.

  It was easy to play off in the beginning, her men just associated her red nose to the cold. But once the coughing and sneezing came into play, Emeric decided she was the one to test “new medicine” on. It wasn't working.

[  ♕  ]        She new this day would come. After all, they'd visited every other part of Plegia, it was only logical that they'd also come to the little hidden village nestled in between a forest and a mountain side. Fionn was prepared to see that her village – her home – was torn down by the war. Everything else was, no matter if it was hidden or not.

  But rather than the war, it seemed nature took over this one. Trees took over what she remembered to be the court. Even the tree that they used to hang those who disrespected her father, or their god. Ironic that life took over something so deadly. Though it was humans that made it deadly.

  The general could still smell the salt of the beach nearby. If one could even call it a beach. It was more like a thin area between the mountain that led to the ocean. She remembered that place as well, though the memories weren't fond. It was where she almost drowned, and where they sent her grandmother away, per her request. The ocean never seemed to be a happy place to her.

  She also remembered the house of her brothers friend. He was nice, and would be kind to her if her father wasn't around. He liked to plant Roses and other flowers, and sometimes her grandmother would help him. His house was now riddled with vines, and the roses were taking over it now. Inside was dusty, and falling a part. It almost made her sad.

  The moment she dreaded the most, however, was her own house. It stood, empty and trying to fall apart. No plant dared climb up on the wood and stones. Like nature knew it was the birthplace of evil. Inside was dusty and broken, ransacked by various animals it appeared. Her room was torn apart, and the bed torn open. Her brothers was the same, though all his drawers were open. Down the dark hallway was the room she knew as her grandmothers. It was always mysterious. Though with the door turned down, it didn't seem as mysterious.

[ ♕ ]        All she could do was watch as half her army was murdered. They cried and screamed. Begging for mercy, only to receive nothing but cold steel as their answer. And all she could was watch them. Hear them beg. Feel everything they were going through.

  They begged for her to come answer, and gods be damned if she couldn't. But the gods were never in her favor. Each step she took was like stepping on a hundred daggers. It took everything in her just to stand up, and even then she couldn't do it for long.

  Emeric's shouts rang through her head. The warning that they should hide that she didn't listen to, and the warning that she needed to be cautious. She should have listened, but it was far too late now. She sat alone, watching the stranger murder half her men.

  And then he came over to her, his great sword still dripping with the blood of her men. It took everything in her not to show fear, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't scared. He had no face, no features. She could only focus on the sword, and the carnage behind him. She could name every man she lost, and each one of them trying to get her protection, only to have their life ripped from them so viciously.

  The steel against her neck, made her look at him. With his glowing eyes, and scornful frown. He hated every part of her, yet she had never met him in her life. She searched her memory, only to have blanks show up. With a simple swift move, he brought his sword back, and forward again. She closed her eyes, awaiting the darkness of death.

  But instead she woke up with a gasp. Her eyes snapped open, and stared at the red cotton of her tent. The candle on the side flickered, nearly going lifeless.

  She sat up at her desk, wiping her mouth in case anything had leaked out when she fell asleep. Though the only thing that was leaking were her eyes. The dream brought her to tears, as it always had. And it was even worse when no one was there.

[  ♕  ]        Another day, another headache. That's what the knight always told herself, ridding herself from sleep as she was helped into her armor. As beautiful as the armor was; with it's purple tinted steal, and her houses crest holding her cape in place. She hated that it was given to her for the protection of the king's son. He was handsome, sure, but absolutely idiotic. More effort than he was worth, if you asked any of his past night.

Not to mention, all the knights she had met had gray hairs well into their thirties. No wonder it was so easy to get this job. One just needed to know how to use a weapon, and then it was set. It was because the young prince was anything but princely. He acted like a commoner, and would oft times get into trouble, refusing to heed the advice of anybody.

It didn't matter if that advice came from Fionn or his own father, the prince refused to listen. The only good parts about the job was that it was nice pay, and Willard had been a good friend when they were younger. She knew him well, and she damn well knew the shit he'd get into.

Finally, after setting up her armor, she made her way towards his chambers, waiting outside as she always did.