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anonymous
May 8 2009, 06:09:48 UTC
The sound of shattering glass didn’t disturb Sealand. Serving glasses broke all the time. The child had continued his task without delay. The smoke a few moments later did disturb him. Who would be burning anything at this hour of the evening? And was it getting hotter in here? He quickly moved to open the window before moving to the hallway.
What met his eyes filled him with terror. The front side of the house was all in flames. Sealand thought of running for the stairs, but the fire was already to close and spreading faster. He flung the door to the hallway closed, leaving the hellish sight behind him. He backed into the room. Sealand hoped the door would hold the fire back for a least a few moments.
With speed he didn’t know he possessed, the newly made sheets were ripped from the bed and tied together to make a rope. He hastily tied the makeshift device to the bed post and bounded out of the open window as smoke became unbearable.
Sealand breathed fresh air as he scaled down the house with as much grace as the situation would allow. About half way down he was out of rope, and with no other option Sealand let go.
The child had thought it luck he’d landed on someone. Until he saw who that someone was. Sealand had landed smack dab on top of a Roman soldier. At the sight of the invader, Sealands blood boiled and his temper flared.
The soldier didn’t last a chance as Sealand picked up a discarded lance and brutally slammed the tip into the soldier. He repeated the motion a few more times for emphasis, curses of indignation escaping his lips. He would have continued to mangle the body if not for the crowd of Roman guards that had surrounded him. Sealand attempted to back up, but the licks of flames prevented him from doing so.
The flames had reached the lower floor.
Tears prickled in his eyes, but he refused to cry. He raised the lance in a defensive stance.
A beam from the upper level of the house must have fallen, for a great crack erupted from the house. In that moment a knife flashed, injuring one of the solders. The injured man was shoved aside, and a hand reached for Sealand.
Before the child knew what was happening, he was being dragged away from the soldiers. Away from his home, and away from Norway and Iceland who were trapped inside.
It was now that the tears flew freely. They mingled with the soot making large ugly trails down his face.
This was not suppose of have happened again.
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Germany thought they were in the clear. They’d had almost reached the inn with no incident. Italy had not uttered a peep, of which German was eternally grateful.
It was all going well till the inn came within view. There in the middle of the street was America skewering a soldier, Japan nimbly dodging a sword, Taiwan shooting arrows from the door way of the established inn, and to top things off, Canada - horse and all - was charging at another unit.
Germany knew there was no helping the situation, and briskly kicked his steed into a bolt. He passed the bewildered guards with ease, and readied his axe for battle. He dropped off Italy near Taiwan. Germany left Italy with a warning to keep the cloak on before dashing back into the fray.
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Spain watched the burning house from a safe distance, the young archer he’d pulled aside next to him.
“Commander, are you sure this is right?”
“If they are strong they will survive. Their magic gives then an edge over raw elements. They posses the means, but do they have the capability? It is the capability that is feared. Either they die in flame or by the nails of the cross.”
The young archer nodded slightly before turning away from the blaze and dashing off.
Spain stayed and watched. He would not allow himself to leave. The image would remain burned into his memory.
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“Sealand! Sealand answer me!” Norway was screaming franticly at this point. The fire had spread from the upper floor down, and if Iceland had not stopped Norway, he would have bolted up the stairs, flame or not.
“It’s no use! Stop wasting your energy!” Iceland pleaded. He was sure he would be crying, if the tears wouldn’t evaporate as quickly as they appeared.
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anonymous
May 8 2009, 06:13:08 UTC
Coughing erupted from Norway, halting any words he had been trying to say. He sagged slowly to his knees, energy seeping out of him.
Iceland was soon on the floor too, arms wrapped around each other in desperation. They were sweating and coughing and covered in soot and ash and burns. With the flames encircling them there seemed to be no hope in sight. Then a flicker of hoped passed across Norway’s face and he quickly reached for a tomb.
Norway opened to book and read the incantation before tearing out the page and flinging it onto Icelands chest. A flurry of ice jutted out from the paper - a blizzard tomb! - but the flames were so hot that it evaporated to quickly for it to do any damage. The sensation left Iceland cooler, more aware, and less dehydrated. He was no less fatigued and it was still difficult to breath, but a shimmer of hope erupted on Iceland’s face.
Iceland quickly did the same for Norway.
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The fire shone brightly, but to America’s disdain the light didn’t help him at the present. The stifling darkness still refused to give him any leeway as America tried to continue forward to the burning house. But soldiers were popping out of no where, and for the life of him America never saw them coming.
He was thankful for Italy’s healing; he had not fared as well to these ambushes. All the enemies seemed to be traveling in groups of five or more. Once you stumbled on one, they all charged you, and only you. The darkness seemed to work both ways.
It was in one of these ambushes that America dashed inside one of the near by houses. He didn’t intend to stay. Canada was behind him, and would rush to engage the enemy shortly. He hoped to wait till his brother got there to help. As rash as America often seemed, he wasn’t willing to take them all on himself. Not fatigued.
So with hopes of waiting for a few moments he’d hastened into the house only to find a woman leering at him with a butcher knife.
America paled considerably and raised his hands, trying to imply he meant no harm.
“I’m sorry ma’am! Just a minute and I’ll be on my way! I mean you no harm!”
The woman seemed to soften her stance at his statement.
“So ye ain’t the one sett’n our town a blaze?”
America shook his head vigorously.
“Then what’s ya business boy?”
“I’m trying to reach the fire. There might be people still in there.” And America would not let them burn; he had far too many nightmares of burning flesh.
The woman eyed him for a moment before turning around and putting the knife down. She reached for something else instead and handed it to him.
“’s a torch, help’s ya see out ther’”
America nodded, taking the offered item hesitantly.
“Them that live in that house be good people. Ain’t done noth’in ta nobody. Ye do what ya can kid.”
At the vote of confidence America brightened.
“I’ll save them! No matter what! I can’t just let innocent people die!”
He didn’t wait for a response. Just bounded out the door to see Canada attacking a fighter. America quickly lit the torch and squinted at how much light it gave off. He noticed a cavalier and an archer aiming for his younger brother and quickly moved to dispatch them. Thanking the woman and her gift all the while.
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Spain had hoped that there would be minimal damage to the local people. The clashing of metal and the cries of the dying told him that his hopes had been foolish. Out of anyone’s sight he visibly sagged but didn’t fall. Spain brought a hand to run through his hair. It felt sweaty and dirty.
Spain, at the ripe age of 25, felt old and tired.
He stiffened as a soldier came within his view. The unit stopped in front of him and saluted.
“Commander, I have news from Roma.” Spain nodded and the soldier looked both ways for any mole that might steal his news.
Still not positive, he leaned to Spain’s ear and whispered his message. At the utterance Spain recoiled. His green eyes widened in horror and he stepped back from the messenger.
“Mentiras!!! It can’t be!”
The messenger was about to confirm his statement, but Spain was already moving quickly out of town. He grabbed a stray horse that seemed to have lost its owner and mounted it. With a kick of his foot the animal was gone into the night.
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anonymous
May 8 2009, 06:17:10 UTC
The small town and the burning faded into the distance.
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Blade met flesh, and the horse and rider fell loudly to the ground. Japan turned to see if Germany needed any assistance with his quarry. The cavalier looked to be faring just fine.
Japan couldn’t see any more enemies, the darkness was far too thick, but he could hear them. Unsure if he was safe he turned to the darkness sword at the ready. Slowly he backed up towards Taiwan and Italy. There was a rather large slash on his chest that needed attention.
The sound seemed to double and engulf him, and Japan was sure that he was surrounded on all sides. He stumbled a little, but kept his eyes poised, hoping that one of his attackers would give themselves away.
“There is only two! A fighter three feet straight ahead of you and an archer to his left!”
Japan didn’t need any indication that the voice came from France. Without delay he catapulted into action. Japan took out the archer with one strike, quickly dodged the swing of the axe, and delivered a critical blow to the fighter.
Trusting France’s instincts he doubled back and sprinted over to Taiwan and Italy.
As he had guessed, France was there. A child covered in soot and grime hung off of his arm. Italy was tending to the child, so Japan did not prod for help.
Taiwan noticed the slash on her brother and moved to his side. She producing a vulnerary and quickly moved to smear the salve on the injury.
The wound stung for a moment, but quickly dissipated. There was still a little pain, but was hardly worth mentioning. Japan nodded his thanks to Taiwan as she quickly went back to her position. She was the look out, her purpose to ensure that no one got close enough to either Italy or herself.
France had left the child and was now barking orders to Germany, who was also not dealing as well in the dark.
Japan offered a muttered thank you to France and dashed to Germany’s aid.
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They were running out of pages. The fact was stifling, and at this point, neither Norway or Iceland really though they would make it. If they didn’t die from the heat once the pages were gone, then a beam from the roof would crush them. They had not suffocated yet only because the smoke was flying so readily into the sky and they sat rooted low to the ground.
Norway softly croaked the last incantation and weakly placed the paper on Iceland’s chest before collapsing.
The spell did little good, and after a few moments Iceland collapsed on top of his companion.
Dazed blue eyes took in the scene that had once been his home. Now it only befitted that of a fiery hell. Everything was crumbling around them.
It was only chance that Iceland noticed the tomb, miraculously untouched by flame. He slowly reached for it. Iceland’s shaking hand grasped the item and he dragged it towards himself. For the last time that evening, Iceland brought himself to a slouch and opened the tomb.
There was only one page in the discarded book, and Iceland knew they only had one chance.
He shook Norway. Glazed violet eyes sluggishly opened and looked at the tomb for a moment.
Nothing else was said. In unison the two managed to force their tortured throats to read the incantation. If it had been any other time, Iceland would have been proud of himself. He always messed up on this difficult spell.
But in complete unison they finished it before Norway collapsed again. With the last amount of effort he had, Iceland ripped the page from the book and held it over his head. The spells name escaped his tattered lips as the world erupted into ice.
“…Fibulvetr…”
It was a sight to behold, the house was enveloped in ice and within a moment it was all gone. The ice, the fire, everything but a charred building and the two still stuck inside it.
The structure gave a loud moan and charred wood rained down in large clumps.
None of it mattered as Iceland faded into darkness.
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America and Canada were making good headway. They reached the house and were dispelling the guards when the house erupted into ice. All combat halted as both sides took in the splendor of the structure.
Re: Hetalia Emblem - Chapter 2 9/12
anonymous
May 8 2009, 06:20:27 UTC
But within a few moments the ice was gone, leaving a house on the brink of collapse. America’s eyes widened in panic, and he ran to the building. Canada picked up his slack and dispelled the near by enemies.
America quickly dislodged the barricade with his sword and ran into the house.
He found two collapsed figures not far in. Miraculously light debree covered them, but they had not yet been flattened by any of the larger pieces of charred wood.
“America!!” Canada’s worried tone went unnoticed.
“I found them! They’re here!”
America grabbed the first figure and dashed to the exit. He rashly handed the body off to Canada who was waiting for him in the door way before America doubled back for the other.
The structure was collapsing fast and America had to halt his movement to stay out of the path of a falling beam. Once the charred wood had fallen though, America was jumping over it to reach the other figure.
He grabbed and ran as it all came down around him. America vaguely remembered Canada screaming his name, but it was in the back of his mind. The instinct to move was far louder.
America made it out of the house as it all came crashing down. Canada dashing to his side and enveloping his older brother in a hug.
“Don’t ever do that again!”
But America wasn’t listening. His eyes lingered on the figure in his arms and the figure Canada had dragged from the wreckage. Pride filled his being. The adrenalin was fading fast, leaving in its wake aches and pains all over his body. But the pride was long lasting.
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Nothing was really registering in Sealand’s mind at this point. He slightly remembered his wounds from the fall being healed, but it didn’t matter to him.
He also slightly remembered being dragged off somewhere, but it wasn’t important. It was only when his eyes saw Iceland and Norway that his body jumped into action and he catapulted to their sides.
They were still and unmoving, and Sealand was sure they had died. Tears glittered in his eyes before he was roughly shoved aside.
The child would have moved to shove back simply on principal if he hadn’t seen the brunet with the stave.
For thirty minutes the curate worked tirelessly, alternating between the two. Sealand cried in joy as Iceland started with a violent cough. Norway was not long after, gasping for air and choking. The brunet worked for 10 minutes more, before he was to weary to continue.
As the healer was carted away Sealand dashed to Iceland and Norway, enveloping them in huge hugs. He didn’t care that he was crying, or that anyone could see. He was just so happy they were alive. Both of the older men, still very weak, hugged him back.
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Everyone had been ushered into the inn. Norway and Iceland resting in beds and everyone else in an adjoined room discussing what was next to be done.
“What the hell happened!?! Why the hell is Roma interested in burning innocent people alive?!”
Italy flinched at the level of anger that emanated from America’s voice. The question had not been directed at him, but Italy felt the burn of the inquiry.
Germany noticed the movement. “Italy, perhaps you should retire. It has been a long day for all of us.” But Italy shook his head.
“No, I’ve been ignoring the signs for to long. I need to know whats happening….” He seemed on the verge of tears. Italy’s eyes didn’t raise from the floor but he sat firmly in place.
The room turned to silence.
It was Japan that finally spoke.
“It started about four years ago. Roma has never been known for its kindness, but at that time there were notices sent out to detain the most powerful Sages in the land. Rumor has it that around that time nothing was done with them, they were simply detained and held. But within the past few years the rules have become much stricter. The word on the streets is that practitioners of elemental magic are being harvested from around the world and are put to death en mass.”
“I didn’t want to believe it. But the events of tonight have proved it. Italy and I have been away from Roma for over five years. We have no knowledge of why this is happening.”
Re: Hetalia Emblem - Chapter 2 10/12
anonymous
May 8 2009, 06:23:49 UTC
“It’s all true.” Sealand mumbled. “They detained me and my mom about four years go. Me and my brother escaped but were separated. They executed mom not long after and I ran as far as I could. I never thought they’d come here…” He was on the verge of tears again, but it was Japan that spoke next.
“Your brother, it is England-san?” Sealand nodded. “He met up with me and my siblings not long after your escape. England-san could not stay to search for you, but he entrusted me to task of finding you. I am pleased to find you relatively unharmed Sealand-kun.”
Sealand said nothing, but America gaped.
“You’re- and you kno- wait a minute! So Sealand is England’s little brother, and Japan and England met not long ago?” There was a tint of hope in that last statement.
“I have not seen England-san in three years America-san. I thought France-san would have informed you of this. We spoke at length on the matter just over 3 months ago.”
Two glares pointed in France’s direction as he leaned against a wall. France didn’t seem to notice, and continued eyeing his nails.
America was about to move over to France when Canada’s hand was placed on his shoulder. Both were angry, but now was not the time.
Biting down his anger, America continued.
“Okay, so we’ve got that Roma is being tyrannical and for some reason they are wiping out users of anima magic.”
“….It isn’t Roma….” All eyes turned to Italy, who had barely uttered his response. His brown eyes didn’t leave the floor as he continued softly.
“Its my grandfather Rome, Caesar of Roma. He’s issuing the orders.”
America was on his feet in a moment, gripping Italy strongly.
“Why the hell is he doing it then! If you’re his brat shouldn’t you know whats going on?!” Germany was at him in a second. Ripping America away for Italy and moving between the two.
“I told you, we’ve been away from the capital of Roma for over five years. We don’t know whats going on either.”
“A likely story!”
“They speak truth Amérique. Our dear Italy is Prince Veneziano, and has been missing for near five years.”
“Shut up France! I don’t want you validating anything snake!”
“It doesn’t matter. We know Italy doesn’t want this sort of thing to happen. There isn’t any use in getting angry with him America. But we do need to travel to Roma. It’s the center of everything. If things are to come together, it will be there.” Spoke Canada, agreement continued around the room.
“But that brings to question what we’re going to do about the other two. We can’t leave them here, the Roman guards will return.”
“I agree with Germany-san. Sealand-kun will be coming with us. We should take the other two as well. We can not abandon them to death.”
“But they need rest. There’s no way they’ll be ready for travel by tomorrow. I did all I could today, but if we make them move to quickly their health will deteriorate.”
“Secure a cart for them will be quite simple. We have two capable horses, and I have faith that mon cheri Italie will be able to take care of them till they are well.”
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“Are we really so stupid that you can’t even trust us with the simplest of things…”
“Mon petit, you are taking this too hard. Information has a proper time and place for use.”
Canada sighed. “America wants to wring your neck. I’d let him if I thought it would do any good.”
France shrugged. “America is a loose cannon. If I had told him Angleterre was in Roma four years ago he would have ran off and gotten himself killed. Things must be kept in order till the time is right.”
“You continue to underestimate America, and me. I just wish you would trust us a little more. America is not as much of a lout as you say.” The tone was hurt and dejected. It always worked like a charm to make France feel bad. He wanted to comfort the younger, but there was nothing to be done.
Canada left France alone with his bottle of wine.
France let out a loud breath and took a long swig.
“You had better appreciate this Angleterre. I still think I’m getting the short end of this stick.”
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“But if we leave, Denmark and Sweden will worry when they return…”
Re: Hetalia Emblem - Chapter 2 11/12
anonymous
May 8 2009, 06:26:21 UTC
“Norway, we cannot stay. The soldiers will be back. There’s more at stake then simply reuniting with the others.”
Norway’s features scrunched for a moment. He continued running his fingers through Sealand’s hair. The child had curled up next to him and promptly fallen asleep earlier that evening.
“We really don’t have a choice. This town must become a memory.” Norway turned to the small window and gazed at the town as the sun peeked over the horizon. A pang of regret welled in his stomach. Norway had lived here almost all his life. That house held more memories then Norway could recall. And in one night it was all gone.
“These travelers have been kind enough to let us accompany them. They’ve even purchased items to accommodate us. It would be foolish not to take them up on the offer.”
The older nodded, “We will leave in a few more hours then. I’m going to sleep a bit more. I still ache.”
Iceland agreed, and went to his own bed to lay down. As thankful as he was for the room, it was alien to him. He thought how weird it would be from now on and how he was never going to sleep in his own bed or room ever again.
Iceland forced his eyes closed and prayed for sleep. He didn’t want to think about it any more.
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::Unit Profiles::
Japan
Starting Class: Myrmidon
Upgrade to: Swordmaster
Affinity: Ice
Level: 3
Chapter Obtained: Chapter 1
Recruitment: Must be recruited by either Italy, Germany, or Taiwan during chapter 1.
Taiwan :: Veneziano :: Germany :: England :: China :: Hong Kong :: Greece :: Turkey :: America :: Korea
Information: Japan is a very capable unit with high skill, speed, defense, and resistance. His only weakness is his low health stats. You get him early enough to develop him into a very deadly unit. Don’t let this gem go unused.
Taiwan
Starting Class: Archer
Upgrade to: Sniper
Affinity: Anima
Level: 1
Chapter Obtained: Chapter 1
Recruitment: She will appear at the opposite end of the map on turn 2. Taiwan must be recruited by either Italy, Japan, Germany or Canada during chapter 1. Seeing as you can’t get any of the other units till turn 4 you’ll want to use Canada. He can get up there quickly and save her from the nearby bandits. If you leave her unattended for to long they could kill her, so get Canada in as soon as possible.
Vietnam :: China :: Germany :: Japan :: Hong Kong :: Seychelles :: Hungry :: Korea
Information: Taiwan is a pretty average unit. She’s got excellent skill and good speed, so she’s often capable of double shots, but her low defense and resistance will make you want to keep her away from the front lines. Have someone around to make sure she isn’t over come by enemies because she can’t take much damage.
Re: Hetalia Emblem - Chapter 2 12/12
anonymous
May 8 2009, 06:32:03 UTC
Sealand
Starting Class: Recruit
1st Upgrade to: Either a Knight* or a Soldier
2nd Upgrade to: Either a Great Knight*, General or Halberdier
Affinity: Fire
Level: 1
Chapter Obtained: Chapter 2
Recruitment: Sealand will appear on the map at the beginning of the battle, but will be on the opposite end of the map. He can be recruited by any unit, but France is closest. He is very weak, so you’ll want to get France in there as soon as possible and get him away from attack. Use France’s ability to see in the darkness to its full advantage in this chapter and keep him and Sealand away from approaching enemies as best you can.
England :: Finland :: Prussia :: Lithuania :: Latvia :: Estonia :: Sweden :: Iceland :: Turkey :: Canada :: Australia :: Denmark :: Norway
Information: Sealand is unlike any unit you will get in the game. He starts as a recruit, which means he is infinitely weaker then any unit when you get him. But don’t be fooled, Sealand will get an extra ten levels for you to work with, and you can decide which class he will eventually take. It will be a chore at first, but once you level him up a good amount Sealand will take to battle just as good as any other unit. It would be unwise to not use him. It should also be noted that Sealand is the only character capable of becoming a Great Knight.
*For the purpose of the fic, Sealand will be leveling up to these classes
Authors Notes -
For those that are not familiar with Fire Emblem, Fibulvetr is a very advanced A level tomb. Norway and Iceland are low level mages, so in actual game time it would be impossible for them to use it. I obviously took some liberties with that as well as with the whole use of the Blizzard tomb. I hope that it did not seem to unrealistic. This Writer!Anon apologizes for the long wait for this chapter. School has been very trying on her. Writer!Anon hopes that everyone has enjoyed this installment!
Re: Hetalia Emblem - Chapter 2 12/12
anonymous
May 8 2009, 19:12:09 UTC
Haha it's simply because he keeps holding information back from Canada and America :P I'm sure there's some reason to it, but I'm sharing America's feelings of betrayal at the moment :P
Re: Hetalia Emblem - Chapter 2 12/12
anonymous
May 12 2009, 06:10:40 UTC
As a complete Fire Emblem fangirl, I must say that I adore this fic (and the overall concept).
There's only one thing that bothers me: the spell books should be tomes, rather than tombs.
I especially love the character stat pages. I'm one of those that will play a chapter seven times just to ensure that every character survives. Just curious, what are your favorite classes?
Re: Hetalia Emblem - Chapter 2 12/12
anonymous
May 12 2009, 15:09:52 UTC
Ah poop! I'll be changing that if/when I de-anon this fic, but they will be tomes from now on!! Thank you for the correction!
I've got so many...I like most of the classes, but I'll go over my favorites!
I'm a shameless Mercenary/Hero fan. They're such good units all the way around most of the time, and are always highly dependable. I like being able to put them into a crowd and not have to worry. I'm also very fond of Wyvern Riders/Lords for their great mobility and physical prowess, I prefer them to Peg Knights most of the time but every now and then you get a Peg Knight that's just as good. Lastly, I like me a good Sniper and some exceptional Sages!
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anonymous
May 25 2009, 00:18:47 UTC
Personally, I like Mages/Sages, Myrmidons/Swordmasters, Wyvern Knights/Lords, and Cavaliers/Paladins. Then again, it really depends on the game... Certain classes seem to be better in certain games than others. Favorite three characters based personality and then fighting ability off the top of your head?
I always have such high hopes for Myrmidons/Swordmasters, but they usually don't have the strength stats that I'm looking for. I do love my hard hitters. And I must profess I always have a few very strong Cavaliers in my party. Its best not to leave home without them, and they are very plentiful.
Personality: Soren (FE9/10), Raven (FE7), and Heath (FE7)
Fighting Abilit: Soren/Lucius (I'm very fond of Soren, but I am also very fond of Lucius. Though it has been a long time since I have replayed FE7, so I will say its tie for them), Raven, and Ike.
The sound of shattering glass didn’t disturb Sealand. Serving glasses broke all the time. The child had continued his task without delay. The smoke a few moments later did disturb him. Who would be burning anything at this hour of the evening? And was it getting hotter in here? He quickly moved to open the window before moving to the hallway.
What met his eyes filled him with terror. The front side of the house was all in flames. Sealand thought of running for the stairs, but the fire was already to close and spreading faster. He flung the door to the hallway closed, leaving the hellish sight behind him. He backed into the room. Sealand hoped the door would hold the fire back for a least a few moments.
With speed he didn’t know he possessed, the newly made sheets were ripped from the bed and tied together to make a rope. He hastily tied the makeshift device to the bed post and bounded out of the open window as smoke became unbearable.
Sealand breathed fresh air as he scaled down the house with as much grace as the situation would allow. About half way down he was out of rope, and with no other option Sealand let go.
The child had thought it luck he’d landed on someone. Until he saw who that someone was. Sealand had landed smack dab on top of a Roman soldier. At the sight of the invader, Sealands blood boiled and his temper flared.
The soldier didn’t last a chance as Sealand picked up a discarded lance and brutally slammed the tip into the soldier. He repeated the motion a few more times for emphasis, curses of indignation escaping his lips. He would have continued to mangle the body if not for the crowd of Roman guards that had surrounded him. Sealand attempted to back up, but the licks of flames prevented him from doing so.
The flames had reached the lower floor.
Tears prickled in his eyes, but he refused to cry. He raised the lance in a defensive stance.
A beam from the upper level of the house must have fallen, for a great crack erupted from the house. In that moment a knife flashed, injuring one of the solders. The injured man was shoved aside, and a hand reached for Sealand.
Before the child knew what was happening, he was being dragged away from the soldiers. Away from his home, and away from Norway and Iceland who were trapped inside.
It was now that the tears flew freely. They mingled with the soot making large ugly trails down his face.
This was not suppose of have happened again.
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Germany thought they were in the clear. They’d had almost reached the inn with no incident. Italy had not uttered a peep, of which German was eternally grateful.
It was all going well till the inn came within view. There in the middle of the street was America skewering a soldier, Japan nimbly dodging a sword, Taiwan shooting arrows from the door way of the established inn, and to top things off, Canada - horse and all - was charging at another unit.
Germany knew there was no helping the situation, and briskly kicked his steed into a bolt. He passed the bewildered guards with ease, and readied his axe for battle. He dropped off Italy near Taiwan. Germany left Italy with a warning to keep the cloak on before dashing back into the fray.
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Spain watched the burning house from a safe distance, the young archer he’d pulled aside next to him.
“Commander, are you sure this is right?”
“If they are strong they will survive. Their magic gives then an edge over raw elements. They posses the means, but do they have the capability? It is the capability that is feared. Either they die in flame or by the nails of the cross.”
The young archer nodded slightly before turning away from the blaze and dashing off.
Spain stayed and watched. He would not allow himself to leave. The image would remain burned into his memory.
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“Sealand! Sealand answer me!” Norway was screaming franticly at this point. The fire had spread from the upper floor down, and if Iceland had not stopped Norway, he would have bolted up the stairs, flame or not.
“It’s no use! Stop wasting your energy!” Iceland pleaded. He was sure he would be crying, if the tears wouldn’t evaporate as quickly as they appeared.
“But I sent him up there! I told Sweden I-“
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Coughing erupted from Norway, halting any words he had been trying to say. He sagged slowly to his knees, energy seeping out of him.
Iceland was soon on the floor too, arms wrapped around each other in desperation. They were sweating and coughing and covered in soot and ash and burns. With the flames encircling them there seemed to be no hope in sight. Then a flicker of hoped passed across Norway’s face and he quickly reached for a tomb.
Norway opened to book and read the incantation before tearing out the page and flinging it onto Icelands chest. A flurry of ice jutted out from the paper - a blizzard tomb! - but the flames were so hot that it evaporated to quickly for it to do any damage. The sensation left Iceland cooler, more aware, and less dehydrated. He was no less fatigued and it was still difficult to breath, but a shimmer of hope erupted on Iceland’s face.
Iceland quickly did the same for Norway.
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The fire shone brightly, but to America’s disdain the light didn’t help him at the present. The stifling darkness still refused to give him any leeway as America tried to continue forward to the burning house. But soldiers were popping out of no where, and for the life of him America never saw them coming.
He was thankful for Italy’s healing; he had not fared as well to these ambushes. All the enemies seemed to be traveling in groups of five or more. Once you stumbled on one, they all charged you, and only you. The darkness seemed to work both ways.
It was in one of these ambushes that America dashed inside one of the near by houses. He didn’t intend to stay. Canada was behind him, and would rush to engage the enemy shortly. He hoped to wait till his brother got there to help. As rash as America often seemed, he wasn’t willing to take them all on himself. Not fatigued.
So with hopes of waiting for a few moments he’d hastened into the house only to find a woman leering at him with a butcher knife.
America paled considerably and raised his hands, trying to imply he meant no harm.
“I’m sorry ma’am! Just a minute and I’ll be on my way! I mean you no harm!”
The woman seemed to soften her stance at his statement.
“So ye ain’t the one sett’n our town a blaze?”
America shook his head vigorously.
“Then what’s ya business boy?”
“I’m trying to reach the fire. There might be people still in there.” And America would not let them burn; he had far too many nightmares of burning flesh.
The woman eyed him for a moment before turning around and putting the knife down. She reached for something else instead and handed it to him.
“’s a torch, help’s ya see out ther’”
America nodded, taking the offered item hesitantly.
“Them that live in that house be good people. Ain’t done noth’in ta nobody. Ye do what ya can kid.”
At the vote of confidence America brightened.
“I’ll save them! No matter what! I can’t just let innocent people die!”
He didn’t wait for a response. Just bounded out the door to see Canada attacking a fighter. America quickly lit the torch and squinted at how much light it gave off. He noticed a cavalier and an archer aiming for his younger brother and quickly moved to dispatch them. Thanking the woman and her gift all the while.
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Spain had hoped that there would be minimal damage to the local people. The clashing of metal and the cries of the dying told him that his hopes had been foolish. Out of anyone’s sight he visibly sagged but didn’t fall. Spain brought a hand to run through his hair. It felt sweaty and dirty.
Spain, at the ripe age of 25, felt old and tired.
He stiffened as a soldier came within his view. The unit stopped in front of him and saluted.
“Commander, I have news from Roma.” Spain nodded and the soldier looked both ways for any mole that might steal his news.
Still not positive, he leaned to Spain’s ear and whispered his message. At the utterance Spain recoiled. His green eyes widened in horror and he stepped back from the messenger.
“Mentiras!!! It can’t be!”
The messenger was about to confirm his statement, but Spain was already moving quickly out of town. He grabbed a stray horse that seemed to have lost its owner and mounted it. With a kick of his foot the animal was gone into the night.
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The small town and the burning faded into the distance.
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Blade met flesh, and the horse and rider fell loudly to the ground. Japan turned to see if Germany needed any assistance with his quarry. The cavalier looked to be faring just fine.
Japan couldn’t see any more enemies, the darkness was far too thick, but he could hear them. Unsure if he was safe he turned to the darkness sword at the ready. Slowly he backed up towards Taiwan and Italy. There was a rather large slash on his chest that needed attention.
The sound seemed to double and engulf him, and Japan was sure that he was surrounded on all sides. He stumbled a little, but kept his eyes poised, hoping that one of his attackers would give themselves away.
“There is only two! A fighter three feet straight ahead of you and an archer to his left!”
Japan didn’t need any indication that the voice came from France. Without delay he catapulted into action. Japan took out the archer with one strike, quickly dodged the swing of the axe, and delivered a critical blow to the fighter.
Trusting France’s instincts he doubled back and sprinted over to Taiwan and Italy.
As he had guessed, France was there. A child covered in soot and grime hung off of his arm. Italy was tending to the child, so Japan did not prod for help.
Taiwan noticed the slash on her brother and moved to his side. She producing a vulnerary and quickly moved to smear the salve on the injury.
The wound stung for a moment, but quickly dissipated. There was still a little pain, but was hardly worth mentioning. Japan nodded his thanks to Taiwan as she quickly went back to her position. She was the look out, her purpose to ensure that no one got close enough to either Italy or herself.
France had left the child and was now barking orders to Germany, who was also not dealing as well in the dark.
Japan offered a muttered thank you to France and dashed to Germany’s aid.
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They were running out of pages. The fact was stifling, and at this point, neither Norway or Iceland really though they would make it. If they didn’t die from the heat once the pages were gone, then a beam from the roof would crush them. They had not suffocated yet only because the smoke was flying so readily into the sky and they sat rooted low to the ground.
Norway softly croaked the last incantation and weakly placed the paper on Iceland’s chest before collapsing.
The spell did little good, and after a few moments Iceland collapsed on top of his companion.
Dazed blue eyes took in the scene that had once been his home. Now it only befitted that of a fiery hell. Everything was crumbling around them.
It was only chance that Iceland noticed the tomb, miraculously untouched by flame. He slowly reached for it. Iceland’s shaking hand grasped the item and he dragged it towards himself. For the last time that evening, Iceland brought himself to a slouch and opened the tomb.
There was only one page in the discarded book, and Iceland knew they only had one chance.
He shook Norway. Glazed violet eyes sluggishly opened and looked at the tomb for a moment.
Nothing else was said. In unison the two managed to force their tortured throats to read the incantation. If it had been any other time, Iceland would have been proud of himself. He always messed up on this difficult spell.
But in complete unison they finished it before Norway collapsed again. With the last amount of effort he had, Iceland ripped the page from the book and held it over his head. The spells name escaped his tattered lips as the world erupted into ice.
“…Fibulvetr…”
It was a sight to behold, the house was enveloped in ice and within a moment it was all gone. The ice, the fire, everything but a charred building and the two still stuck inside it.
The structure gave a loud moan and charred wood rained down in large clumps.
None of it mattered as Iceland faded into darkness.
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America and Canada were making good headway. They reached the house and were dispelling the guards when the house erupted into ice. All combat halted as both sides took in the splendor of the structure.
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But within a few moments the ice was gone, leaving a house on the brink of collapse. America’s eyes widened in panic, and he ran to the building. Canada picked up his slack and dispelled the near by enemies.
America quickly dislodged the barricade with his sword and ran into the house.
He found two collapsed figures not far in. Miraculously light debree covered them, but they had not yet been flattened by any of the larger pieces of charred wood.
“America!!” Canada’s worried tone went unnoticed.
“I found them! They’re here!”
America grabbed the first figure and dashed to the exit. He rashly handed the body off to Canada who was waiting for him in the door way before America doubled back for the other.
The structure was collapsing fast and America had to halt his movement to stay out of the path of a falling beam. Once the charred wood had fallen though, America was jumping over it to reach the other figure.
He grabbed and ran as it all came down around him. America vaguely remembered Canada screaming his name, but it was in the back of his mind. The instinct to move was far louder.
America made it out of the house as it all came crashing down. Canada dashing to his side and enveloping his older brother in a hug.
“Don’t ever do that again!”
But America wasn’t listening. His eyes lingered on the figure in his arms and the figure Canada had dragged from the wreckage. Pride filled his being. The adrenalin was fading fast, leaving in its wake aches and pains all over his body. But the pride was long lasting.
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Nothing was really registering in Sealand’s mind at this point. He slightly remembered his wounds from the fall being healed, but it didn’t matter to him.
He also slightly remembered being dragged off somewhere, but it wasn’t important. It was only when his eyes saw Iceland and Norway that his body jumped into action and he catapulted to their sides.
They were still and unmoving, and Sealand was sure they had died. Tears glittered in his eyes before he was roughly shoved aside.
The child would have moved to shove back simply on principal if he hadn’t seen the brunet with the stave.
For thirty minutes the curate worked tirelessly, alternating between the two. Sealand cried in joy as Iceland started with a violent cough. Norway was not long after, gasping for air and choking. The brunet worked for 10 minutes more, before he was to weary to continue.
As the healer was carted away Sealand dashed to Iceland and Norway, enveloping them in huge hugs. He didn’t care that he was crying, or that anyone could see. He was just so happy they were alive. Both of the older men, still very weak, hugged him back.
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Everyone had been ushered into the inn. Norway and Iceland resting in beds and everyone else in an adjoined room discussing what was next to be done.
“What the hell happened!?! Why the hell is Roma interested in burning innocent people alive?!”
Italy flinched at the level of anger that emanated from America’s voice. The question had not been directed at him, but Italy felt the burn of the inquiry.
Germany noticed the movement. “Italy, perhaps you should retire. It has been a long day for all of us.” But Italy shook his head.
“No, I’ve been ignoring the signs for to long. I need to know whats happening….” He seemed on the verge of tears. Italy’s eyes didn’t raise from the floor but he sat firmly in place.
The room turned to silence.
It was Japan that finally spoke.
“It started about four years ago. Roma has never been known for its kindness, but at that time there were notices sent out to detain the most powerful Sages in the land. Rumor has it that around that time nothing was done with them, they were simply detained and held. But within the past few years the rules have become much stricter. The word on the streets is that practitioners of elemental magic are being harvested from around the world and are put to death en mass.”
“I didn’t want to believe it. But the events of tonight have proved it. Italy and I have been away from Roma for over five years. We have no knowledge of why this is happening.”
Silence again dominated the room.
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“It’s all true.” Sealand mumbled. “They detained me and my mom about four years go. Me and my brother escaped but were separated. They executed mom not long after and I ran as far as I could. I never thought they’d come here…” He was on the verge of tears again, but it was Japan that spoke next.
“Your brother, it is England-san?” Sealand nodded. “He met up with me and my siblings not long after your escape. England-san could not stay to search for you, but he entrusted me to task of finding you. I am pleased to find you relatively unharmed Sealand-kun.”
Sealand said nothing, but America gaped.
“You’re- and you kno- wait a minute! So Sealand is England’s little brother, and Japan and England met not long ago?” There was a tint of hope in that last statement.
“I have not seen England-san in three years America-san. I thought France-san would have informed you of this. We spoke at length on the matter just over 3 months ago.”
Two glares pointed in France’s direction as he leaned against a wall. France didn’t seem to notice, and continued eyeing his nails.
America was about to move over to France when Canada’s hand was placed on his shoulder. Both were angry, but now was not the time.
Biting down his anger, America continued.
“Okay, so we’ve got that Roma is being tyrannical and for some reason they are wiping out users of anima magic.”
“….It isn’t Roma….” All eyes turned to Italy, who had barely uttered his response. His brown eyes didn’t leave the floor as he continued softly.
“Its my grandfather Rome, Caesar of Roma. He’s issuing the orders.”
America was on his feet in a moment, gripping Italy strongly.
“Why the hell is he doing it then! If you’re his brat shouldn’t you know whats going on?!” Germany was at him in a second. Ripping America away for Italy and moving between the two.
“I told you, we’ve been away from the capital of Roma for over five years. We don’t know whats going on either.”
“A likely story!”
“They speak truth Amérique. Our dear Italy is Prince Veneziano, and has been missing for near five years.”
“Shut up France! I don’t want you validating anything snake!”
“It’s true, Italy doesn’t know whats going on either.” Taiwan confirmed.
“It doesn’t matter. We know Italy doesn’t want this sort of thing to happen. There isn’t any use in getting angry with him America. But we do need to travel to Roma. It’s the center of everything. If things are to come together, it will be there.” Spoke Canada, agreement continued around the room.
“But that brings to question what we’re going to do about the other two. We can’t leave them here, the Roman guards will return.”
“I agree with Germany-san. Sealand-kun will be coming with us. We should take the other two as well. We can not abandon them to death.”
“But they need rest. There’s no way they’ll be ready for travel by tomorrow. I did all I could today, but if we make them move to quickly their health will deteriorate.”
“Secure a cart for them will be quite simple. We have two capable horses, and I have faith that mon cheri Italie will be able to take care of them till they are well.”
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“Are we really so stupid that you can’t even trust us with the simplest of things…”
“Mon petit, you are taking this too hard. Information has a proper time and place for use.”
Canada sighed. “America wants to wring your neck. I’d let him if I thought it would do any good.”
France shrugged. “America is a loose cannon. If I had told him Angleterre was in Roma four years ago he would have ran off and gotten himself killed. Things must be kept in order till the time is right.”
“You continue to underestimate America, and me. I just wish you would trust us a little more. America is not as much of a lout as you say.” The tone was hurt and dejected. It always worked like a charm to make France feel bad. He wanted to comfort the younger, but there was nothing to be done.
Canada left France alone with his bottle of wine.
France let out a loud breath and took a long swig.
“You had better appreciate this Angleterre. I still think I’m getting the short end of this stick.”
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“But if we leave, Denmark and Sweden will worry when they return…”
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“Norway, we cannot stay. The soldiers will be back. There’s more at stake then simply reuniting with the others.”
Norway’s features scrunched for a moment. He continued running his fingers through Sealand’s hair. The child had curled up next to him and promptly fallen asleep earlier that evening.
“We really don’t have a choice. This town must become a memory.” Norway turned to the small window and gazed at the town as the sun peeked over the horizon. A pang of regret welled in his stomach. Norway had lived here almost all his life. That house held more memories then Norway could recall. And in one night it was all gone.
“These travelers have been kind enough to let us accompany them. They’ve even purchased items to accommodate us. It would be foolish not to take them up on the offer.”
The older nodded, “We will leave in a few more hours then. I’m going to sleep a bit more. I still ache.”
Iceland agreed, and went to his own bed to lay down. As thankful as he was for the room, it was alien to him. He thought how weird it would be from now on and how he was never going to sleep in his own bed or room ever again.
Iceland forced his eyes closed and prayed for sleep. He didn’t want to think about it any more.
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::Unit Profiles::
Japan
Starting Class: Myrmidon
Upgrade to: Swordmaster
Affinity: Ice
Level: 3
Chapter Obtained: Chapter 1
Recruitment: Must be recruited by either Italy, Germany, or Taiwan during chapter 1.
Growth Rates:
HP: 20%
STR: 50%
SKL: 70%
SPD: 60%
LCK: 40%
DEF: 50%
RES: 60%
Total Percentage: 350
Supports
Taiwan :: Veneziano :: Germany :: England :: China :: Hong Kong :: Greece :: Turkey :: America :: Korea
Information: Japan is a very capable unit with high skill, speed, defense, and resistance. His only weakness is his low health stats. You get him early enough to develop him into a very deadly unit. Don’t let this gem go unused.
Taiwan
Starting Class: Archer
Upgrade to: Sniper
Affinity: Anima
Level: 1
Chapter Obtained: Chapter 1
Recruitment: She will appear at the opposite end of the map on turn 2. Taiwan must be recruited by either Italy, Japan, Germany or Canada during chapter 1. Seeing as you can’t get any of the other units till turn 4 you’ll want to use Canada. He can get up there quickly and save her from the nearby bandits. If you leave her unattended for to long they could kill her, so get Canada in as soon as possible.
Growth Rates:
HP: 35%
STR: 30%
SKL: 75%
SPD: 50%
LCK: 45%
DEF: 20%
RES: 20%
Total Percentage: 275
Supports
Vietnam :: China :: Germany :: Japan :: Hong Kong :: Seychelles :: Hungry :: Korea
Information: Taiwan is a pretty average unit. She’s got excellent skill and good speed, so she’s often capable of double shots, but her low defense and resistance will make you want to keep her away from the front lines. Have someone around to make sure she isn’t over come by enemies because she can’t take much damage.
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Sealand
Starting Class: Recruit
1st Upgrade to: Either a Knight* or a Soldier
2nd Upgrade to: Either a Great Knight*, General or Halberdier
Affinity: Fire
Level: 1
Chapter Obtained: Chapter 2
Recruitment: Sealand will appear on the map at the beginning of the battle, but will be on the opposite end of the map. He can be recruited by any unit, but France is closest. He is very weak, so you’ll want to get France in there as soon as possible and get him away from attack. Use France’s ability to see in the darkness to its full advantage in this chapter and keep him and Sealand away from approaching enemies as best you can.
Growth Rates:
HP: 70%
STR: 70%
SKL: 30%
SPD: 50%
LCK: 30%
DEF: 60%
RES: 20%
Total Percentage: 330
Supports
England :: Finland :: Prussia :: Lithuania :: Latvia :: Estonia :: Sweden :: Iceland :: Turkey :: Canada :: Australia :: Denmark :: Norway
Information: Sealand is unlike any unit you will get in the game. He starts as a recruit, which means he is infinitely weaker then any unit when you get him. But don’t be fooled, Sealand will get an extra ten levels for you to work with, and you can decide which class he will eventually take. It will be a chore at first, but once you level him up a good amount Sealand will take to battle just as good as any other unit. It would be unwise to not use him. It should also be noted that Sealand is the only character capable of becoming a Great Knight.
*For the purpose of the fic, Sealand will be leveling up to these classes
Authors Notes -
For those that are not familiar with Fire Emblem, Fibulvetr is a very advanced A level tomb. Norway and Iceland are low level mages, so in actual game time it would be impossible for them to use it. I obviously took some liberties with that as well as with the whole use of the Blizzard tomb. I hope that it did not seem to unrealistic. This Writer!Anon apologizes for the long wait for this chapter. School has been very trying on her. Writer!Anon hopes that everyone has enjoyed this installment!
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I really enjoyed this part but I have to say, you're making it hard to like France :P
I can't wait to read more ^_^
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On the other hand, this Writer!anon is very happy that you're enjoying it and are relating to both America and Canada!
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There's only one thing that bothers me: the spell books should be tomes, rather than tombs.
I especially love the character stat pages. I'm one of those that will play a chapter seven times just to ensure that every character survives.
Just curious, what are your favorite classes?
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I've got so many...I like most of the classes, but I'll go over my favorites!
I'm a shameless Mercenary/Hero fan. They're such good units all the way around most of the time, and are always highly dependable. I like being able to put them into a crowd and not have to worry. I'm also very fond of Wyvern Riders/Lords for their great mobility and physical prowess, I prefer them to Peg Knights most of the time but every now and then you get a Peg Knight that's just as good. Lastly, I like me a good Sniper and some exceptional Sages!
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Then again, it really depends on the game... Certain classes seem to be better in certain games than others.
Favorite three characters based personality and then fighting ability off the top of your head?
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Personality: Soren (FE9/10), Raven (FE7), and Heath (FE7)
Fighting Abilit: Soren/Lucius (I'm very fond of Soren, but I am also very fond of Lucius. Though it has been a long time since I have replayed FE7, so I will say its tie for them), Raven, and Ike.
You?
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