The Fractured Beginning

She ran alongside him as Chrom parried with that vile man, swords clashing with each strike. She hated to admit but he was a well-seasoned fighter if he was not so insane, he would make for a strong commander. Yet it no longer mattered because she was going to kill him here with them by her side and end this war for once and all. She won't let his ambitions come true. She noticed Chrom slowing down that arm of his again acting up. She threw a spell at him and like she expected he dodged it, but he leapt back from Chrom.

"Up!" Chrom shouted and she looked up to notice him throwing a dark spell at her, she won't make it time.

But someone pulled her aside by her collar rolling out of it's way, and she thanked him. They both coughed out the remnants of the spell. He smiled at her and then got up throwing his own spell at him. She got her bearings back and got up too, taking out her Levin sword out. She rushed to him aiming for his blindside, his left shoulder. She strikes fast with precision and a deep gash ran on him and he hissed glaring at her. He stepped back and Thoron strikes again. He growled out as he threw his own spell to dodge it, distracted. He didn't notice Chrom coming from the other side, aiming right for his neck. He sensed it in last minute and to her shock, he teleported right out of the range and came on Chrom's side. And threw a dark spell right at him hitting him and plunging him to a wall that broke on the impact. She frowned, running towards him while Chrom got out, but he frowned, in pain. He was barely holding himself up using the Falchion. She saw his hurt shoulder shaking and knew he could no longer use it, she needs to end this now. She turned again to that man to notice him readying another spell to throw at them. But in time, a thoron from him intercepted it and she was able to reach Chrom and help him up.

They all looked at each other and nodded knowing well enough they needed to end this now. She, with Chrom, ran straight at him readying their swords and parrying with him. He took a step back and started preparing a strong thoron spell. She could taste the electricity in the air, as she aimed for his open abdomen and Chrom took the opportunity to disarm his tome. He has weakened, and she gave a gesture to Chrom. They moved back thus making space for him to aim the spell. He threw it aiming for his chest and the man took the hit. He fell and she felt a relief flood in her as he screamed in agony as he kneeled over.

'Finally, it's over'.

It was not,

That man was stubborn in his death he still screamed about fate and with his dying breath threw one last dark spell aiming for Chrom she moved without thinking she just moved purely driving with the need to save him. She pushed him out of the way and took the hit directly. Her throat burns as she screams the heat burning her skin and the curse piercing her skin like needles everywhere. She blacked out from the pain only to return when she felt someone picking her up. She opened her eyes tiredly and saw Chrom picking her up holding her and telling her how it was finally over, and she smiled tiredly glad and thinking about how she just wants to return home to them.

But she suddenly felt a heat in her palm on her mark, and her eyes were burning, and she saw red and yellow lines in her vision as Chrom helped her she tried to say something, but her voice felt stuck in her throat. She felt him approaching them worriedly asking her if she was fine, but the heat increased, and she could no longer think anything. She felt her heart race as a fear filled her stomach. She wanted to scream at them to run, why she didn't know but they needed to get away from her now. But her throat refused, and she felt like carving it out.

"Foolish girl. I win after all." She heard that voice, that so familiar haunting voice in her heard and felt herself shudder and the familiar taste of electricity in the air. They both were saying something, but she couldn't hear. She felt the power of thoron on her palm and suddenly without her command, her hand moved striking that deadly spell in Chrom's heart. And she felt her own heart stop. He screamed as he pushed her away from Chrom and she looked down to her hand and then to Chrom as he staggered backwards looking shocked but then donning that familiar forgiving eyes. He clutched his chest as he told them his last words.

"It's not your fault," He kneeled over "Please promise me you will get out of this place." He then looked over at him, "Please promise me you will protect her." And then he fell, and she felt her heart tearing as a scream ringed in her ears but what came out of her mouth was different,

"HAHAHAHA!" Laughter, very horrible laughter ranged out as her voice echoed the dead halls. He stared at her shocked but a pity in his eyes and she was screaming for him to run to please run, for him to at least get out of here. She can't, she can't see him die too. Her voice still laughed but he still read her thoughts as he hurriedly took the Falchion and took a step back. She felt her body moved forward, the familiar feeling of thoron coming, and she screamed at herself and forced herself to stop it, using everything she had left. And she felt it her body stopping, the spell was still building, and she screamed but her voice ran silently. But he understood and he threw a spell at her and ran away from her, the monster she had become, but she heard the last of his whispers.

"I am sorry Robin."

"I am sorry Rufure, Chrom, everyone. I failed."

She opened her eyes and stared at the usual dark ceiling. She is used to nightmares, they no longer startled her but this one made her heart race and her palms clutch. She got up with tension in her body and her stomach curling in disgust. She could feel her throat burning and the hand, the one that stabbed him too. She brought her right hand up and stared her palm and then at her mark. She had the sudden urge, a very strong urge to claw that mark away to cut her arm off and throw it away. She felt the scream still lodged in her throat and It made it hard for her to breathe. She opened her mouth and took deep breathe is and urge herself to calm down. It was just a dream, a very bad dream but a dream nonetheless.

It was not real, it didn't happen.

Her body and heart finally relaxed and she gained her thought process back. The dream was crazy and insane, killing Validar was normal she always dreamed of killing him. But this time it was different she had others there. She couldn't remember who but it hurt a lot as if she lost someone very important as if she lost him all over again. And that was wrong, no one will ever take his place. That felt wrong, to give someone the same importance as him. She threw her covers away and got up. She went to her bathroom splashing cold water on her face, she tried to get it out of her head.

'It was just a dream.'

She looked up in the mirror and her dead brown eyes stared back at her. Her pale face and pale white hair made her look like a ghost and yet some idiots around the castle called her beautiful. She bitterly laughed at that, what they saw in her dead face and body was beyond her. She stepped away and continued with her morning rituals. As she got ready and wore her coat, a black one with purple symbols of grimileal. She hated the symbolism of the coat, but she could never ever change it or throw it away. She would rather be misunderstood for a grimileal then part away with the coat. She let her hands linger on the coat and reminisced on those days long gone.

Her thoughts got broke through as a servant knocked on her door. She sighed and let him in, and he informed her that their King Gangrel has summoned her right now. She sighed, she didn't want to see that thief right now, her morning was bad enough already. But when the servant whimpered scared, she took pity on him and decided to go. She knew Gangrel would remove his angry on the servant for not bring her and she wouldn't stand that. Sighing tiredly, again, she dismissed the servant who left bowing in relief. She took her trusty Arcthunder tome and left her room.

Walking down the hallway she strenuously wondered why he had called her so early in the morning? He was aware she was not a morning person and that was why no servant even comes to wake her up or call her to breakfast. So, if he did it must be that important. She stopped,

'It can't be, but if he did then-' She started walking again now more tired.

"It is going to be long bloody months. I am sorry Rufure." She whispered to the dead.

Rufure jolted up, heaving hard and clutching his chest tightly. He looked at his right hand to see nothing there, but he could swear he could still feel the clinking of thunder in his palm. He turned it around and stared at his mark. He got a sudden urge to carve it out it looked very disgusting to him right now. But before he could dwell on it his door opened wide and in came his little sister, Lissa and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rufure wake up! Breakfast is ready." She announced cheerful, as she sprung down on his bed and stared at him with wide eyes and a relaxed smile. He tiredly smiled back, glad for her enthusiasm and cheerfulness this morning. It was what he needed right now. She noticed the sweat on his forehead and his hunched brows. Her smile turned to a worried frown.

"Are you ok?" She asked. He took a deep breath in and then patted her head.

"I am fine Lissa, just a bad dream." He finally said his voice sounding slightly horse.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked still worried. He must be looking bad.

"No Lis it's ok I am fine now and well I forgot it."

"I see well if that's the case that's good." She smiled and then brightened up. "You know the best thing you need right now is breakfast. Get cleaned up Rufure and then we will meet up with Chrom and Emm in the dining room."

He chuckled, "Yes, that would be good. I'll be ready in a minute." She nodded and hurriedly left his room to give him space.

He got up and started his morning ritual while trying to remember his dream. He could not remember most of it but he remembered someone close to him had stabbed Chrom and killed him. He remembered how much that hurt him like he wanted to scream at himself. He hated seeing Chrom die even if it was in a dream and that to killed by someone, he seemed to hold dear was painful.

He sighed and repeated to himself that it was a dream. Chrom was well and alive and probably waiting for him so that they can start on their breakfast today. And the dream was wrong Chrom would never hurt his shoulder so bad and be so slow. He could have definitely dodged that shot. His brother and best friend was stronger than that. And that no one, not even one of his dear ones would ever even dream of killing Chrom that is impossible.

Yes, it was a dream after all

Feeling more better he finished up and looked at himself in the mirror. His white hair and slanted brown eyes stared back at him. So different from his siblings, so unique to someone living in Ylisse. A dark coat with purple incarnates was as usual on him, above his casual clothes. The coat held symbols from a different religion, a religion no on preached in Ylisse. He sighed as he remembered seeing the same coat on that person in his dream. He shook his head this weird dream even though it felt real it was not possible. It must be due to the whole tension from Pelgia recently that is causing him to conjure these things up.

He walked out of his room only to notice Lissa no longer there and shook his head smiling fondly. She must have gotten bored from waiting and gone to the dining room already. Well, it didn't matter he was capable of going there on his own. As he walked the maids, butlers and soldiers in the castle doing their work greeted him and he greeted them back

"Is that Lord Rufure. Oh, my what is he wearing!?" A maid exclaimed in a hushed whisper, but he heard her perfectly well.

'She must be new' he thought. The one beside her shushed her

"You idiot think before you speak. Lord Rufure has right to wear what he wants to wear. Don't you dare comment on it again." She scolded her and the girl shrunk away. He sweats drop, he didn't care about those kinds of things anymore but he could understand why his palace staff was so scared of it. Well, his siblings had set quite an example that stayed even after so many years.

He smiled and walked in the dining room and greeted Emm and Chrom and they turned and greeted his back smiling.

As he looked at Chrom laughing and talking he felt a relief flood in him. It was a weird dream, but he was still glad, very glad to see him alive.

'Dreams rarely come true I should forget about it. It won't ever come true.' He thought.

But, oh, they had no idea what fate had stored in for them.

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