[Challenge 12: Vanity] Rebirth
Title: Rebirth
Game: Fire Emblem 10
Word Count: 420
Characters: Ashera
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of Radiant Dawn (I think.)
Summary: What is a mother to do with her wayward children?
A/N: I think the ending was a little weak.
Game: Fire Emblem 10
Word Count: 420
Characters: Ashera
Warnings: Spoilers for the end of Radiant Dawn (I think.)
Summary: What is a mother to do with her wayward children?
A/N: I think the ending was a little weak.
She awakes before her appointed time and casts her gaze out over her kingdom from the tower where she was laid to rest. She awakes because she can sense that Yune has been freed from the medallion which had long imprisoned her. She awakes, and she sees that her troublesome children have - yet again! - begun to war among themselves, violating the simple command she had given them. She awakes, and, as she had promised, passes judgment over laguz and beorc alike.
Her wayward children had shattered the covenant which existed between them, shattered the agreement which held them together, forever sundering themselves from her protection. In their vanity, they believed that they could hope to stand against her commandment. had they believed that they, mere mortals, could rebel against the divine, escape her promised retribution?
And so, she passes judgment, casts her former wards down from the heights which their pride has taken them. They have grown prideful, vain, and she destroys all that she sees, smites those mortals with her righteous vengeful gaze, turning all into stone, and at last there is blessed silence. But! Yune, ever at odds with her will, has shielded her mortal champions from harm. It is a stain in the perfect order which she seeks, something to be eliminated, a fleck of black on the pristine white canvas which is her world.
So she calls forth her loyal allies once again, freeing them from their bonds of stone, temporarily forgiving their past transgressions so that she may strike down those who dare oppose her and defeat her other half for once and for all. This will be the last time Tellius will know war. And she will have her vengeance, no matter the opposition, for she is divine, and no mortal can even hope to stand up to her power or her glory.
And, after all, it is her right to pass judgment. Her will is absolute, and she is their progenitor. The hand that gives may also take away, and is it not the duty of a mother to discipline her children?
She will wipe clean the face of the earth, removing the imperfection which taints her vision. There is no question of success or failure, no question that this intrepid group which dares to strike at her might cast her down, no hope for those who have the gall to stand against her, for she is divine, and they, merely mortal.
She wills her victory, and so it will be.
Her wayward children had shattered the covenant which existed between them, shattered the agreement which held them together, forever sundering themselves from her protection. In their vanity, they believed that they could hope to stand against her commandment. had they believed that they, mere mortals, could rebel against the divine, escape her promised retribution?
And so, she passes judgment, casts her former wards down from the heights which their pride has taken them. They have grown prideful, vain, and she destroys all that she sees, smites those mortals with her righteous vengeful gaze, turning all into stone, and at last there is blessed silence. But! Yune, ever at odds with her will, has shielded her mortal champions from harm. It is a stain in the perfect order which she seeks, something to be eliminated, a fleck of black on the pristine white canvas which is her world.
So she calls forth her loyal allies once again, freeing them from their bonds of stone, temporarily forgiving their past transgressions so that she may strike down those who dare oppose her and defeat her other half for once and for all. This will be the last time Tellius will know war. And she will have her vengeance, no matter the opposition, for she is divine, and no mortal can even hope to stand up to her power or her glory.
And, after all, it is her right to pass judgment. Her will is absolute, and she is their progenitor. The hand that gives may also take away, and is it not the duty of a mother to discipline her children?
She will wipe clean the face of the earth, removing the imperfection which taints her vision. There is no question of success or failure, no question that this intrepid group which dares to strike at her might cast her down, no hope for those who have the gall to stand against her, for she is divine, and they, merely mortal.
She wills her victory, and so it will be.