Fire Emblem Oneshots

Timerra x Reader || Far from Home

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Far from home was one way to put it. And while I missed the familiarity of the rocky terrain of my home country, Brodia, I needed this change more than I had thought. Not just a chance of scenery, but I meant turning over a new chapter in my life entirely.

Unlike many whom I knew growing up, like my older brothers and my father, I lacked physical strength, no matter how I tried to train, and in addition to that, my magical ability was sadly nonexistent, even with the aid of tomes. With all of that, I failed to join the Brodian army like my family members before me, resulting in my situation at the present moment.

"Oi, (Y/N), can you get another box of wood out?" The aging uncle of mine called from across the shop where he hunched over his desk, whittling away at yet another figure model he had inspiration for.

Due to not finding any worth in Brodia, I had moved to my uncle's place half across the world in Solm, and I worked as an apprentice of sorts, helping him with various odd jobs that came with being a woodworker like he was.

"On it!" I shouted back, already heading toward the back counter, which was where we kept the materials. "What size? Shape?"

He offered me a small, indifferent shrug. "Uh, something small, rectangular, I don't care."

I sifted through a box of wood chopped into neat shapes, everything from three-dimensional triangles to your basic square cube. Once I found something that fit his requirements, I crossed the length of the small shop in a few brisk strides and handed him the brick of wood.

After accepting it, he grumbles a small "thanks" but barely glances my way.

And with that, I returned to my post behind the counter, trying not to let the absence of any customers bring me down. This was only my first day here anyway, working with him. Surely, my parents didn't send me off to a crazy old man obsessed with his figurines alone in his empty shop.

...right?

Regardless, I stood there in the unbearable heat of Solm, fanning myself with a hand and staring out the window at the few other shops nearby, and then the sea of sand that stretched vastly — as far as I could see, even when I squinted. The heat radiated off the sand in waves that made anyone cringe away with a growing grimace. Even being indoors didn't help as much as it should.

With the temperatures only rising and with the quiet, repetitive sound of my uncle whittling to entertain me, I was already sick of this place. None of my research on my dream to be in the Brodian army even mattered here. All I did was let my mind wander until closing time came.

Once we finally, finally closed up shop, I was so relieved, that I surprised myself. This should be an opportunity to turn over a new leaf. Try something new. That's what my parents told me anyway when I failed the test for the army for the third time and I was out for good.

But now, as dawn fell into twilight, and then at last, a deep, dark night that brought slightly cooler breezes, all my mind was on was the fact that I'd have to repeat today all over again when I woke up the next morning.

My uncle had gone ahead and left already, heading back to the house which stood down the sandy road or path or whatever was the replacement for the stone walkways I knew back in Brodia. After I locked up the shop, I let myself take a deep, steadying breath as I basked in the late darkness.

The moon had made its eager entrance already and was a perfect full moon, which I desperately wanted to count as a blessing.

While the pale, milky-white sphere in the sky held little to no interest for many, to me, it was something beyond a satellite in the sky, despite the fact that it didn't affect any real-world matters, like Elyos' many wars and conflicts. Often more than not, I found myself entranced by the mystical and soothing glow of the moon overhead, like now, whether I was intentionally stargazing or merely glancing out my bedroom window one night and by chance, it was there, a perfect circle of a soft pearly hue.