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~A Fire Emblem FanFic~
The Dark Magician Girl Book 1
"The world surrounding me fades away into darkness. My father's voice slowly disappears. His touch is no longer there. I hear nothin...
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Ike and Papa chuckle with each other as we walk back to the castle. Every once in a while, Papa slaps Ike on the back with laughter and Ike would place his hand on the back of his head. That is when I hear Ike's laugh, the one that makes my stomach feel fuzzy inside. His deep voice makes me smile every time I hear it.
I follow shortly behind them, next to my father, with the biggest grin on my face. My father raises his arm and puts it around me as we walk, grinning as well, "Did you forget I had healing magic, father?"
My father looks over at me for a moment, "I did not think you had enough time," He keeps looking at me, "Thank you,"
Ylisse Castle slowly appears before us. As we are approaching, Papa turns to face me, leaving Ike to do the same. Papa slowly pulls out his axe from his side and my smile increases.
"Let's see how much you have improved, Hun," I increase my pace behind him and swiftly draw my blade from its sheath. Papa watches it shimmer in the sunlight and grins, "Ah, you now wield your father's blade. You look so much more like a warrior now than you did those many years ago,"
I keep grinning at him. Papa laughs at me and asks, "You remember the weapon triangle I taught yah, right?"
I nod happily, "Yes, Papa! I do," He slightly raises his axe and nods towards my blade, "Tell me, who has the advantage here?"
I glance down at my blade then back up to him. A sassy grin appears across my face, "Me,"
I glance to Ike who was smiling and watching me as I speak to his father. Papa laughs, then motions me to follow him into the courtyard. I push myself up into the air and follow Papa to the center of the courtyard, where he did spar with my father those many years ago. I can see the window of my bedroom, where I would sit and watch, positioned on the highest point of that tower on the back side, facing the entrance we just entered through.
I turn to face Papa, who is grips his axe and is turning to do the same. I slowly hover right above the ground, staying there.
I see Ike and my father standing back, watching us. Ike has his large two-handed sword, tip against the ground, and is leaning against its hilt with a sassy look on his face. He gazes upon me. I move my gaze to my father next to him, with a proud look in his eye as he lays his eyes on me, watching my stance, probably noticing I am using what he taught me.
