Fire Emblem Oneshots

Fem! Byleth x Male! Reader || Destiny Is out of Reach

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-Your POV-

This month's mission was to go into Kingdom territory to eliminate some thieves. According to the quest's details, the rebels stole a valuable weapon from one of the larger noble's houses in the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus — a famed spear called the Lance of Ruin. The bandit's leader's name is Miklan, the disowned son of said noble house. We were to take him down in the name of the church.

It was only an assignment for school... But something about that didn't ring true. An order straight from the archbishop, Lady Rhea... what was the purpose of taking down a fortress of this size if we were merely students?

The Black Eagles were indeed a unique group of people, and I was one of them, under the guiding hand of the newly appointed professor, a former mercenary with raw skill and a permanent stoic expression that drew you in.

Alas, I hadn't been expecting much at all when I'd embarked with the rest of my class, but I knew one thing. The ceaseless rains put a damper on the dreary landscape of a tower cloaked in shadow, and it's eagerly accompanied by fierce winds and mighty roars of thunder. This abundance of rain, sparkling as it falls against beams of emerging sunlight, is a constant reminder to me that, like weather, battle can be unpredictable.

The spiraling staircases, winding hallways, and raging enemies were all the eye could see in the fort made of thick slabs of cold gray stone. The people that stood before me at the moment weren't your average pick-pocket thieves. They looked angry. Like they'd do anything to dispose of us.

Confidence at my fingertips, I raised my blade, a handy sword of steel, trying to determine their level of power. We coldly eye each other, neither moving a muscle. I make the first move, thrusting forward and nailing the first ruffian in the gut. Bernadetta shoots another with her arrows, and Ferdinand rides gallantly upon his horse, launching javelins every which way, almost haphazardly.

The professor holds up the first line of defense, almost undefeatable with her impressive agility and almost eerily perfect moves. It was almost like she knew what the opponent was going to do, and she could ensure no one would lay a finger on her.

Soon, we'd made it to the top floor, and fortunately for us, everyone in the small army of students was in one piece.

"We'll attack Miklan next," Byleth explains as we turn the corner, all tense and on edge, wishing that no more reinforcements would jump us.

"Alright, sounds like a plan." I agree, gripping my sword tighter.

Edelgard lifts up her preferred weapon, an axe, and adds calmly, "They have nowhere left to flee, so the situation is in our favor. All we have to do is chase them down."

Everyone else nods, and we advance together. When the pair of iron double doors are pushed open, a man in full armor with blazing scarlet hair stands in the center of the dim room. He turns to face us, and I gasp. He so strongly resembles another student at Garreg Mach, a Blue Lion named Sylvain, it was almost frightening. Other than the painfully clear scar across the man's face and the obvious age difference, they could be almost the same person.

The man takes up a battle stance, sizing us up as he declares, "So, you think you can take the lance from me, huh? I'll kill you... I'll kill every last one of you!"

"I'd think twice about that!" I boast, charging forward, blade up high.

"You think you have the power to back up such bold words, kid?" He snarls as I approach.