Two-Sided Awakening

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem nor anything belonging to them, that right belongs to Nintendo Systems. The only thing I own are my own original character/s and ideas I create for the story.

Author's Note: Well here we are again with another started fanfic that will either be released and not reach 40k words, or it won't be launched at all and will stay deep within the recess of my computer hard drive. Either way, enjoy!

On with the story.

Everyone remembers.

What is it that they remember?

Well, that was entirely up to who that person was and what they lived through, what they'd experienced throughout their lives.

For myself, the only thing I knew was pain.

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.

That's all I knew.

Before that?

All I could remember before the pain was what led me to the pain.

(Flashback)

A sandy desert spread as far as the eye could see, as far as I could see as I slowly cooked alive faced down in the scorching dunes. My mind going in and out of focus. The sun blazed high in the sky, letting down smiting rays of light to everything below it.

'Where?' was the lone thought that drifted through my mind as a lay in the scorching in the sun, my mind barely functioning and my brain feeling like an anvil being hammered upon. A throat as dry as the sand around myself.

Muscles tensed but slackened, energy and blood unable to flow through.

Something within me knew this wasn't right, that I shouldn't be here.

But that part of me was locked far away from the me here and now.

I lay there for hours and hours till the sun set.

The scorching sands cooled and burnt skin felt a reprieve, nerve ends firing back up allowing pain to flood through a half-burnt body.

I cried.

I couldn't take it. A part of me knew I was too weak to take it. Somewhere in me knew that I wasn't made for this, that I was merely a simple person.

A pained warble left my throat, feeling as if shards of glass had cut through the delicate skin within. A lone tear escaping my body almost as if it took the last vestige of water with it, drying in the sands as it dropped.

It only got worse as a wind howled its way through the desert.

Where there was once scorching sands was now replaced with bone-chilling winds and frozen dunes of sand.

A body half-burnt began to cool. Nerve endings flaring with pain as cold winds bit through my burnt body.

Muscles once again tensed trying to allow energy and blood to flow through.

I realized it was my stomach tensing, not my legs.

I realized my legs were numb, pain long since having left them.

I couldn't feel my legs, much less actually move them.

I cried.

I tried too.

Water, a precious resource, long ago having left my dehydrated body. My heart and soul clenched in pain and sorrow, but my body could do nothing to show it.

Pain and delirium the only thing having kept me conscious, but pain and delirium couldn't power and fuel a broken body.

It was another couple of hours, or maybe even minutes in the chilling winds before I passed out into darkness.

"He'll m-ke a worthy we-pon fo- Gri-a" a voice said.

Something… someone picked up my broken body roughly before tossing me into a solid surface.

The sudden harsh movement caused my body to flare up once again in pain. But the constant movement of the surface beneath lulled me to sleep once more.

I didn't know it, but the pain I'd experienced was nothing in comparison to the hell that was going to come.

When I came to I was still in a delirious state. I found myself bolted down to a cold stone table, surrounded by people in black and purple.

"Let the procedure begin," one of them said.

The next thing I knew was the true meaning of pain.

I knew pain for days, months, or perhaps years. I wouldn't know since I'd been locked away on that slab of stone.

Every couple of hours someone would shove something down my throat, the thing in question allowing me to barely make it to the next presumable day without dying in hunger.

Water was never a problem, but not in a good way.

Whoever it was that was keeping me captive had left a small tap on in the ceiling, allowing it to drip small droplets of water onto my face and if I opened my mouth just right the droplets would fall directly inside. After hours/days/months/years of a constant source of water dripping like a rhythm; it slowly drove me ever so slightly insane.

These were the only good parts that I even closely yearned for on the stone-cold slab.

The worsts parts were…

The worsts parts were something else entirely.

Sometime after my capture, the group of individuals left leaving only one of their members behind.

I knew him only as the 'scientist'. I say 'scientist' because there was no way he was a doctor, not with what he did to me.

(HUGE FUCKING WARNING! SHIT GETS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC! WARNING THIS IS A TORTURE SCENE! If you want to understand the plot, this will be important to read but it's still REALLY loaded with Gore. You've been warned!)

Flashback

"Well now that we're alone, it's time to have some fun," I craned my neck to look at him.

He was thin and stick-like with pale skin and black hair, a pair of spectacles covering his eyes only allowing a glare of white to bounce off of it. Even with how harmless he looked my heart began to beat like crazy, something in his voice sending my deficient instincts into overdrive.

A cold sweat broke over me.

A sickly smile spread over his visage like poison. "Now, now, me and you are going to have so much fun," he said as he brought over a small wooden table and tray filled with metallic instruments I couldn't see but I could definitely hear them rattle.

He brought one up, the smile on his face spreading just a bit more. "Oh yes, this is going to be fun indeed," he said while allowing a hand to drop and pick up a tool before bringing it back up, almost as if showcasing it to me. In his hand was a something akin to a scalpel, only chipped but just as sharp.

His hand lowered.

Pain shot through me as I felt the chipped scalpel slowly cut through my chest. My eyes bugged in pain, and my body convulsed causing the scalpel to dig even deeper.

"Oh, now that just won't do," I could barely make out before his voice gained a strange quality.

"Ruin."

My body froze.

Not because the pain was gone.

But because the pain was suddenly amplified a hundred-fold. It felt like jagged shards of glass had been shoved through all of my nerve receptors causing untold pain but leaving my body unable to react. The pain receptors in every part of me shot off nerve signals to my head, and my head shooting response signals back but getting nothing in return.

I gave a silent scream, the pain causing tears to leak down my face. The silent scream tore through me for minutes on end, the pain was almost mind-numbing.

Almost.

But I could still feel all the pain even as I was on the cusp of passing out. Only on the cusp, never able to go over. As quick as it came, it dissipated leaving me with ragged breaths.

Phantom pains caused my body to continue twitching, my eyes blinking in and out of focus from the indescribable torture.

'W-what… what t-the hell was that?' was the singular thought that ran through my head in the midst of recovering.

"Hehehe see, isn't this just splendid?" the man in black spoke up as a giggle escaping his lips, I didn't dare move a muscle as fear pierced through the fog lurking in the back of my mind. "Ahh, I'm hurt though…"

He leered over me, red (red?) eyes bore into my own with a demented smile.

"…you didn't scream for me."

A jolt ran through me.

Even after everything, I still had a slight hope something or someone would take mercy.

The small part inside of me that knew I shouldn't have been here, the part that was always fighting, even if I didn't know about it.

That part of me shattered.

It was like I was a puppet on strings, only the strings had been cut. I fell down limp back onto the table, the little vestiges of energy within me drained as if floodgates had opened.

The man in black's demented smile changed into something else, something that could only be described as euphoric pleasure.

"O-OOOOOOHHHH." he screamed out before collapsing, his face landing in my open chest cavity. Immense amounts of pain flooded once more but I couldn't bring myself to do… well, to do anything.

The man let out ragged breaths. "Yes, we're having so much fun aren't we?" he rubbed his face into my chest- no… into my open bloody chest cavity, I could feel his face place pressure on my sternum, feel as he rubbed against the bone itself.

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

The demented smile returned as he picked up something that looked like a chisel and hammer.

I watched in abject horror and detachment as he placed the chisel upon my sternum.

"SO MUCH FUN!"

The hammer was brought down.

CRACK

White hot pain lanced through my body with each hammer blow, the chisel etching something into my sternum.

I felt the pain.

I felt each blow.

But I couldn't bring myself to care. What was the point?

Everything hurt.

Everything just hurts.

But I'm too weak to do anything.

So why does it matter?

A felt something constrict around my heart.

Something warm.

'Finally,' I thought, and closed my eyes, 'Take me away from this…'

The constricting continued, it was becoming painful.

It felt like my heart was about to explode, my breathing coming out in rapid pants and groans leaving my mouth.

"Now he makes a sound! Oh goody!" I heard the man giggle.

My eyes shot open just as I took a look at him.

"Experiments aren't fun to play with if they don't respond. Their response is the best part!" he giggled once more.

I noticed what he was doing.

His front half was bloody, the chisel and hammer having been replaced with a bowl filled with some sort of mixture in one hand.

His other was deep in the hole in my chest cavity, the hole open that I could see my own intestines. I felt something move up my esophagus and watched in horror as my own stomach convulsed in tandem.

I twisted my head to the side and vomited.

"Ah… that's not quite the response I was looking for, y'know when someone has your heart in their hands, the reaction should be a bit more… what's the word I'm looking for?" I heard him say.

He continued to mutter, but through the fog of pain, detachment, horror, and disgust, his words flitted through my mind.

Heart in their hands.

I looked back at my chest, past my bigger and smaller intestines, to where his arm was still in my chest.

Wrapped around my beating heart was his warm hand. Beating even as he had a firm grip on it.

I watched as he gave it a small squeeze.

A lance of pain raced through me causing me to convulse once more. I watched once more as my stomach convulsed before turning my head to the side.

BLERGH

I vomited once more and watched it drip off the stone slab. The hand around my heart let go and I gave a sigh of relief.

At least before a blinding pain smashed through the left side of my face and jaw.

Crack

I felt something in my mouth crack and my eyes rolled around in their sockets from the sudden blow.

In a haze of blinding pain, I looked up once more to find the man in black leering over me.

A heavy blush adorned the man's face, "I can't have you not watch the main event, it'd be awfully rude of you."

He gave a mighty heave of his right arm, the one not holding the bowl.

SMACK

The sounded resounded around the chamber as a blow was wrought to the opposite side of my face. The pain that was once like a lance was now akin to a chainsaw. I thought I knew pain naught but a scant few seconds ago.

This was worse.

But I felt as if there was still so much more to come.

I wished I was wrong.

But I was right.

I watched with a blurry and distorted vision as he moved back onto my chest cavity.

He moved the bowl and gently poured it into my cavity, onto my sternum where there was a previously unknown something chipped away.

It looked almost like a rune or spell circle from a fantasy visual.

I watched as the mixture, a glowing (glowing?) blue, and glittery viscous liquid was poured onto the rune/spell circle thing and filled till it followed the grooves of chipped bone. It was warm and slightly comforting. I watched as he placed his hand just above it, slightly hovering above it.

"Nosferatu."

Before when he said something like that it was like knives piercing every single nerve ending in my body.

This felt as if it was draining my very life.

It was definitely something else.

It continued draining even past the point where I fell limp.

It continued past the point I started screaming.

It continued past the point I felt blood dripping from every orifice of my body.

It continued till I was almost dead.

Then it stopped.

I couldn't breathe or move or do anything.

I didn't have the energy.

My eyes felt like iron weights in their sockets. But they still functioned with detachment, watching as a bright shining light shone from my chest.

I could somehow feel the mixture harden on my sternum. Turning from a liquid to a solid that had been etched and solidified into my very bones.

"That was amazing!" I heard a voice say, but it sounded blocked, almost if I heard it through water, only I could still hear it even as I was underwater.

"Experiment three-four-seven is a success at the first initial stage. The subject was found within the desert three kilometres east of the city, his current status shows no magical potential nor inclination towards anima, healing, nor dark magic as of yet."

"Experiment three-four-seven is currently the only experiment to have passed the initial stage of solidification of the spirit mixture." I heard him mutter, my mind latching on to his words, anything to drive even a bit of the agony away. "Spirit mixture with Nosferatu has drained experiment of most of his life-force, however, it seems he's managed to pull through. Look for cause, ensure replication." He continued to mutter.

"Continuation of experiment shall resume at 0600 tomorrow. Side Note: Experiment is still conscious but in extreme amounts of lovely pain. Perhaps that is the reason experiment has succeeded?" He clapped his hands with a certain finality.

He looked down at me, "Thank you for playing with me today! I hope you'll continue to enjoy the continued trialing of the Plegian Experimentation Department!" he said before bouncing off.

I laid there down in silence, something niggling at the back of my head with what he said past the haze of searing agony and pain.

All to soon everything caught up with me.

This was only the start of everything.

(Torture Scene End. Please note that there are still some gory parts ahead but nowhere near as bad.)

My mind replayed the memory as a drop of water passed through my lips, a constant blinding pain coursed through my body.

Back then I had once again though I knew pain.

I knew nothing.

That pain was nothing compared to the next experiments. It was nothing compared to now. Sometimes, however, I'd blackout and wake up a significant amount of time later, new additions to my chest appearing each time.

I felt another drop of water fall into my mouth as the door creaked open.

"You'll be practicing down here."

My body went rigid as the man in black's voice echoed throughout the chamber.

"We have an ongoing experiment down here, however, he can take the pain. Feel free to use your magic on him as target practice."

A new voice spoke up, a female in her late teens, probably around my age, "Very well."

'Quite the succinct response.' I noted with a mental chuckle.

It's quite depressing that something like this could make me laugh.

Those words would have made me scared before. But I couldn't bring myself to care.

Pain was pain.

It's all I knew.

It's all I had.

"I'm afraid you can't kill him; however, he is an important experiment after all." The man in black said as I watched him around the corner with a second person in tow.

The man in black walked up to my slab (yes, I have dubbed it 'my slab' as of an indeterminate amount of time ago) and peered down at me, I noticed a woman- no, a girl following behind him. I could barely make out her features my eyes having problems noting anything about other than the fact she wore black and… a lighter shade of black?

Yes, she mostly wore the same coloured clothes as the man.

Actually, now that I think about it, I couldn't actually make out the features of my captor either.

'Strange…' I thought, content to ignore him for now as I took in my surroundings in a different light, 'I can't… I can't actually see much of anything actually, everything looks so blurred…' I realised everything seemed slightly blurred, making everything look like an indescribably blob and mesh of differing colours in the shapes of different types of objects.

CRACK

I felt a blow land somewhere below the adornments upon my chest, most likely the ribs if the sound of cracked bone was any sort of indication. A small lance of pain ebbed from the blow but that was it.

'Funny,' I thought clinically, 'That type of pain barely even bothers me anymore…'

"See," the man in black spoke, "He barely even felt that, stuff like this barely even phases him anymore." He drew closer, a loving gaze on his face, his hand drifting across my chest along the glowing blue runic array adorning the skin of my chest.

SMASH SMASH SMASH

Repeating blows rained down hitting from my collarbone to my ribs and pelvic area, each blow I realised carefully missing the array on my chest. Each blow breaking bones, the pain slowly increasing once more as it had each time he came and visited. After a couple of minutes, the blows tapered out as heavy breathes panted from the man's mouth, an intense blush making itself visible even with my terrible sight.

His hand tapped me lightly, "See? Perfectly fine." he said tapping my broken collarbone sending another lance of pain that slowly added to the pain wracking my body. Not a gut-wrenchingly terrible pain but something more akin to a constant throb from all around my body. "Well I'll leave you to your practice, King Gangrel wants me to show him the progress. Toodles!" he cheered before hopping off back up the stairs.

'King… Gangrel?' I thought, 'There haven't been any Kings by that name in the last century, much less an actual King…' I wondered, also noting the name 'Gangrel'. For some reason, it bothered me in the back of the head.

The screeching of a chair brought me out of my musings. I turned my head to see the woman dragging a wooden stool to beside my slab before sitting on it, the stool elevating her slightly higher than my prone body.

A hand stretched out and traced my injuries eliciting a hiss of pain in response. I felt them prod each injury eliciting a hiss or groan of discomfort with each passing touch, it wasn't till after she prodded each injury that her hand moved to the array adorning the centre of my chest.

My breath hitched with each stroke of her finger flitted across the blue lines, an ethereal glow flowing through the lines of the solidified liquid mixture. Suddenly her finger stopped, hovering just a scant few centimeters above the centre of my sternum. After a few seconds of it gently hovering it suddenly withdrew back to its owner.

"Absolutely disgusting…" I heard her mutter, her voice husky and feminine.

'Now that's just rude, I didn't exactly ask to be beaten and have my sternum and chest etched with a glowing blue magical out-of-this-world shiny liquid solid.' I mentally rambled.

…

'Something's wrong with me…' I thought

'No shit,' another part of me in the small recesses of my mind thought, 'You've been tortured and experimented on and now you're more worried about some chick insulting you rather than trying to get out of here!?'

"It's absolutely disgusting what they do to people like you," I heard her mumble once more.

'Oh… that's what she meant… yay, we have someone nice-ish for once,' I thought happily.

'She hasn't untied us or let us go, she should go die in a pit of spikes,' the other part of me thought.

'Oh hush, anyone not torturing me is nice… comparatively,' I shushed that part of me and brought my focus back onto the girl.

She looked down at me, the only prominent feature I could really see was her orbs of dead black meeting mine, all of her others feature slightly blurred making it difficult to truly see her. Like looking at a picture only the lines that spirited each colour was missing.

I looked up at her and tried my best pleading look, even if for a chance that it worked.

She shook her head.

"I can't let you free, I'd be punished heavily if I let one of his precious experiments loose," she said monotone, an apologetic look replacing her emotionless façade before it came back once more.

I let out a sigh.

As much as I truly wanted to escape the pain and escape the torture, a part of me wouldn't let me have someone else take my place.

'I wonder if that's something that makes me, me?' I wondered.

A dainty warm hand founds its way onto my ribcage, just above my damaged ribs eliciting a groan of surprise and pain from me.

"I can only help ease the pain," she looked at me, "Would you allow me to ease it for you?"

I thought over it. If she wanted to do she could torture me without my permission. If it could ease the pain then it'd be worth it, and if she tortured me… well, I could handle the pain, hopefully.

I nodded.

"Please beware, it'll be painful for a couple of seconds," she said as another hand placed itself on my stomach.

"Flux."

My eyes widened at her words, the way she intoned them so similar to the main in black.

Then came the pain. It wasn't terrible but it wasn't tolerable either.

I grunted as it felt like all my nerves were simultaneously placed in burning-cold ice, but true to her word the pain increased to the point where all my nerves felt numb.

I glanced at her in thanks only to see a small purple shroud-like mist covering myself. Past the mist was the girl, her hands steadily pumping mist into my body before they retracted.

"That should last a couple of minutes," she panted out, a small sheen of sweat decorating the crest of her forehead.

A silence overcame us, the only thing creating noise was the crackling of the purple mist.

"T-Thank you," a croaky and scratchy voice, a voice sounding as if it hadn't been used in so long echoed throughout the chamber.

I looked at her in confusion.

She looked at me.

…

…

'Oh, that was me.'

She shook her head, "No… you shouldn't be thanking me. I'm working with the people that've hurt you."

My head lolled along my slab, the cool sensation of my nerves a relief after the indiscernible amount of time of constant pain.

"You're new. You didn't torture me. You made the pain go away."

She shook her head once more, something yellow glittered in the crown of her silken black locks, "No… I still hurt you. I made you feel the pain to relieve the pain, even now you're still in pain only it's so strong you can no longer feel it."

A weak smile/grimace crossed my face but soon disappeared with the amount of energy it took. "You asked me." I simply said.

She smiled limply, her eyes unable to meet mine.

"What's your name?" she cut through the silence.

"My name's… my n-name's…" I started before stopping.

I didn't know my name.

What was my name?

What was my name!?

WHAT IS MY NAME!?

…

"I don't know…" I croaked out eventually, the effort finally making me realise sore my throat felt, seemingly unaffected by the numbingly-cold feeling of whatever she'd done.

"I see… Where are you from?"

"I don't know…"

"Do you know any family?"

"I don't know…" I said once more, sounding like a broken record.

"I see…"

The daunting silence came back once more leaving me to stew in my thoughts.

Who am I? Where am I from? Did I have a family? Did the miss me? Would they miss me?

"How old are you?" she spoke up once more, the time she seemed almost subdued with her monotony.

A number popped into my head

Eighteen.

"I'm eighteen," I said, something stirred in my chest.

Her head flicked like a switch, her eyes boring into mine with a slight sheen.

"We're the same age I suppose…" she uttered.

…

…

"I s-suppose so, h-huh?" I croaked in response, mentally trying to find any other clues or indications about myself.

What did I look like?

"Mirror?"

"Huh?"

I repeated my quest, an understanding entering her eyes.

She came back with a small shard the size of her hand and placed it above me, showing me my own reflection.

Looking back at me was a gaunt youth, brown eyes with hollowed cheeks and black eyebrows. The most disconcerting thing wasn't the dead look in the youth's eyes but actually their hair.

My hair was a stark white with intermittently spread single strands of black. Like fifty pieces of pepper hidden among a thousand pieces of salt.

This wasn't me.

But the reflection didn't lie.

This was me.

"T-thank you," I managed to get out, the sight of myself disgusted me.

She nodded silently, a contemplative gaze in her eyes.

"I think I should leave…" she stood up and grabbed the wooden stool, "The magic should last another three or so minutes before it wears off."

Magic?

She placed the stool back and walked away.

"W-Wait." I panted out from my slab, "N-Name?"

She stood in the doorway, one hand supporting her body as she looked over at her shoulder, a small but sad smile breaking her silent façade.

"I think it'd be best if you don't know my name," she whispered before ascending the stairs.

Some part of me understood.

Another part of me wanted to know who the kind girl was that let me feel relief for even a few seconds.

A small part of me was quiet.

I lay there silently.

The mist-like shroud dissipated and the pain returned.

It hurt so much more than it ever had before.

After another long period of time of continued experiments and torturous pain, something new happened.

The man in black came rushing down the stairs with a megawatt smile that sent chills running my spine.

"Hellloooo my darling~" he sang as he leaned over me, a hand brushing gently over the expansive what I now knew was definitely a spell circle. "We're going to be bringing you on a test phase, it's going to be wonderful!" he said.

Before I knew what happened, darkness encompassed my vision.

(3rd Person POV – Regna Ferox)

Regna Ferox was a land of white and brown, all due to the brown trees that dotted the landscape in addition to the freezing temperatures and chilling winds causing snow to blanket the country.

Cutting off Regna Ferox from the rest of the world was a massive structure known to many as the Longfort, a massive structure spanning the whole southern length of Regna Ferox border and acted as a titanic stone wall separating the country from its neighboring dominions.

The Longfort and Regna Ferox landed under the dominion of two individuals, each taking responsibility and control over two sides of the nation; the East and West, both individuals being known as Khans of their respective sides.

One such Khan, more specifically the East-Khan could be found leaving the Longfort with a patrol group on one of her rare moments of free time to go out and get her blood pumping. Such is the nature of Feroxians, blood-pumping and aggressive being the most notable traits. The East-Khan was no different, only being disciplined and tempered.

However, this day would be something different.

A tan, blonde, well-muscled woman looked around from the front of her group, the group consisting of seven well-armoured warriors. A dainty tanned hand rose, fingers splayed causing all seven other warriors to halt in their tracks.

"Someone's coming," the blonde women spearheading the group said through the howling winds and falling snow. After a while, it became evident what the source was.

Heavy footsteps could be heard crunching through the snow.

For the tanned woman, it was a familiar figure in hulking armor that came rushing through the snowy woods, barely out of breath.

"Raimi?" The leader of the group asked in evident confusion.

The hulking figure came to a stop revealing a woman in heavy armour with short blonde hair, a massive shoulder guard covering both her shoulders and neck. "Khan Flavia, Plegian sorcerers and mages have been sighted south of the Longfort just three-hundred fifty metres away from here," the now known Raimi said quickly.

In seconds the rest of the group brought up a variety of weapons to guard; swords, axes, lances, and heavy shields. All but the leader, Khan Flavia.

"Plegians? Why are they marching into Regna Ferox, shouldn't they still be recovering from the war with Ylisse?" The tanned woman, Flavia asked curiously.

"Normally I'd agree with you yes, but for some reason however, they seem to be making their way towards the Longfort with haste," Raimi quickly explained the situation to her leader. "They seem to be carrying something in chains, however."

"Chains?" Flavia looked down at the fallen snow beneath her feet, mind whirring at what this could possibly mean.

Suddenly turning around, she brought out a silver axe from her waist and looked at the group behind her. "It seems we have some intruders in our lands, what's say you and we go clean up this mess?" she said with a charismatic grin.

Excited grins answered her call.

Turning around Flavia looked to Raimi, "Lead the way."

Raimi took off, her leader and the group not falling behind a single step.

It was closing into dusk by the time the Feroxian group found the Plegian invaders.

When they came to the intruders in a clearing they found not Plegian sorcerers and mages marching towards the Longfort but instead bloody snow and body parts littering the clering they were found in, most likely stopping for rest.

"What happened here?" Flavia questioned while the rest of the group looked around in amazement.

Raimi, however, saw something moving in the snow. "Foe!"

Immediately the group took notice of a man kneeling down in the snow, chains around his neck, arms, and legs holding a body out in front of him.

pomf

With a slight puff of snow, the body came falling down and became hidden within the Feroxian snow.

Like a puppet cut of its masters' strings, so too did he fall laying down in the cold snow.

The group aside from Flavia took a defensive perimeter around him, heavy shields digging into the snow and weapons raised.

No one moved.

The only sound coming from the man was ragged breaths and visible pufts of steam coming from the snow.

Someone took a step forward, then another.

The group took one look at the sound to find Flavia walking forward calmly.

"Ma'am!" Raimi shouted from behind her shield.

Flavia merely raised a hand and looked over her shoulder to quell her. As she strode forward she took careful measures to not touch the evidently Plegian sorcerers body as shown by the corpses dark golden-embroidered black robes but still within completely visible sight of the man in the snow.

As she got closer she stopped and stared.

Not because the man was intimidating, but because the man was but a boy, a boy on the cusp of adulthood yes, but still a boy. It also may have had something to do with the glowing, pulsing, and flowing spell circle that seemed to be engraved in the centre of his chest.

Still, Flavia cautiously moved forward and knelt beside the boy.

(1st person POV)

"Hey, are you okay?" a gentle voice whispered. A comforting cold surrounded my body.

Where was I?

Where's my stone slab?

Is the man in black gone?

"Hey," the gentle voice called out once more.

I opened my eyes to a blinding white that encompassed my vision, as my eyes adjusted I could faintly make out snow (snow?) falling, and a large moon hanging from above. Everything looked so beautiful.

'Is this heaven?'

"Ah good you're alive," the gentle voice spoke once more, but a chuckle overcame it at the end.

I moved my head to find a vision of beauty.

A woman, tanned and blonde, muscled but feminine knelt beside me.

She smiled kindly, "I'm Khan Flavia. What's your name?"

What's my name?

I looked back up at the moon.

It was so white and beautiful tonight, so calm and peaceful. So far away from pain.

It was perfect.

I need a name.

I want to be just like the moon. Away from all the pain.

Like the white serene snow that fell from the fleeting sky…

Blanc.

Like the Moon so high up in the sky amidst a cosmos of stars…

Fengari.

That sounded nice.

"B-Blanc. N-name's Blanc Fengari…" I muttered.

Warm hands picked me up.

"Blanc Fengari huh?" the gentle voice spoke once more, a warmth lulling me to sleep.

"I'm going to make you into something special…" her words seemed kind and her touch was gentle.

It was enough.

I fell asleep amidst white.

Author's Note: Well here's the first chapter. It won't be all from Blanc's perspective there will also be from Robin's perspective. Note this is currently four years prior to the events of Fire Emblem Awakening and will catch up to the start of Awakening next chapter.

Blanc is French for White.

Fengari is Greek for Moon.

Hence his name Blanc Fengari = White Moon