fell child,

who remains? a familiar stranger, a loved one whose name you don't know. one knows the truth. in this world, there is no   emptiness  . your dream will not come true.

nel of    fire emblem: engage    as written by rai , affiliated with    the officers academy  

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i could not bear to lose a second brother.    before i go    will you tell me your name.

what has led you to where you are today,

"you mean to tell me you simply woke up at the altar of the sealed forest? with no recollection of how you had gotten there?"she knows it is a likely story; the chaplain doesn't have to say as much in words for her face to show it, doubt sewn into the corners of lips pinched with suspicion. if she were in their place, there'd be no going forward for her either, especially if the sealed forest was as malevolent as they say. the meaning of appearing in this world through a place like that, she doesn't want to consider too deeply. after all, it seems to be clear: a fell dragon in any realm and time is still a fell dragon, a destructive force bred and fed on evil. in any sense of the word ' birth ', that apparently remained consistent.she resists the urge to fold her arms, hoping to look nonthreatening."no. that is not entirely true. the story is a long one, but i am willing to tell it all. though i will warn you now: it will sound unbelievable. you can decide what to make of it after that. are we agreed?"though she hadn't intended to sound arrogant, the woman looks taken aback by the tone, eyeing her anew with a few wary blinks during which nel's expression does not change. in the end, she has little to lose if their recourse is to drive her out of this room or even this land by force; if rafal is not here — and she would know if he was — then she has little reason to stay. and if they moved to detain or kill her after hearing the truth, she had ways of getting out. the level silence between dragon and priest is one of mutual measurement, each gauging, in the stretch filled by echoing stone, the means and methods available to the other.the proof of your existence is filled with light. and nothing remains of mine.
one is here to seek the truth.
in this world, god has made no mistakes. my name does not exist here.the chaplain folds her arms over her lap. "very well. i'll listen to what you have to say."

what do you believe are your greatest strengths. your greatest weaknesses,

in the belly of lythos' sanctuary, her cowardice had been to blame. the strongholds of the divine dragon's army had become as a toppling fortress after its foundation is destroyed. from the side, she looked on as the structures groaned, the mortar fissuring, watched as they pitched one by one, careening into freefall. it was a sight she had seen many times before in landscapes bloodier than this, but never on so small yet massive a scale as individual human pillars. their faces were a twist of hopelessness and hatred, their bodies a cipher of blame — each sworn to protect so much more than just themselves. that oath came back on them now to point nations as fingers and tear from each other the prides of countless livelihoods.when faced with a threat, it was natural for life to safeguard itself; even more so what it held dearer than that. brodia sunk its teeth into elusia; firene poisoned solm. in this oroborosian circle of weight and self-destruction, she saw herself and understood.had she not similarly placed one life over many? would she not similarly do so again?she told herself that for ages, it had not been the place of dragons to meddle in the affairs of humans. that to do so now would trespass against the autonomy their god had granted them. she would not be her father. she would not tell them what to do.when it was decided that the bracelets would be each divided and returned to their respective safekeepers, it sounded as though this was the most cordial conclusion they could reach. and so she swallowed the bile of her grief and placed it for concordance.like this, she believed, they could still stand in some way united in their equality beneath the divine dragon's banner — once so glistening and from whose fraying threads she had turned her eyes.like this, the reality that had only been possible with alear could echo on.

if a story were to be written about your life, what role would you play,

cw cannibalism, mild gorein the beginning, there was darkness. and from the darkness came carnage.the wet smacking of jaws. the crack of bones snapping echoing from the larger tines of the alpine ribcage; the distended ripping of entrails and scales. the inhabitants of gradlon were not discerning eaters, and to devour all of one's brethren and leave nothing behind was all that remained of affection. from the moment they were born, fell dragons saw themselves at every turn — not a version or a replica, but their whole selves, mirrored back at them from the eyes of who else they had been before birth had sundered them. for the half to reclaim the whole, then, was the natural course of things with time. love, they said, came close to this: no space between words, a hand over the other's heart. not i have you or i know you, but i am you."teir's body was too weak. but she was still half of me. the part of her that was strong will live on in me, anyway."crack. crunch."do you want to help me polish her off? ... nah, i guess i should finish it all myself. you're never going to get stronger though if you don't get to culling the least of us, you know. but i guess someone like you doesn't have to. you're father's favorite already. ... more for me."snap. crack. riiiiip."better be careful though, daddy's pet. one of us might knock you off that perch while you're not looking. might even be me.""unan... you wouldn't. it doesn't matter how many you eat.""hmph. you say that now. but you can't even handle killing your own twin. how much longer are you going to keep being a freak? if you can't do it, at least let the rest of us have him.""..."crunch. crack. POP.in the beginning, there was darkness."none of you will have him."she never thought of herself as light. only a distortion, a wrinkle in the void of normal. if anyone could be light, it was nil.( it was a clean slice. unan's body was still hot. )without him, who can say what she would have become.