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Sharing my Sothis piece for @divinepulsezine , a Fire Emblem chess themed zine! They're having a Leftover sale now, so here's your chance to grab up any remaining goodies! Proceeds will also be going to charity :D

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the beginning and the immaculate one. ♡

❝ fire emblem three houses original soundtrack.

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🌊 "And what do we have here?" She examined the man, ankles disappearing into the waves crashing on the shore. "How bizarre. I can feel your connection to something divine, but I know not why or how."

Xander was not an avid believer in ghosts or the overtly supernatural- which was a bit strange for a Nohrian, but not entirely unheard of. The nature of Nohr was one rooted in faerie tales and supernatural ideas, but growing up in the Windmire castle rather than any of the small towns spread wildly throughout Nohr made him skeptic- the most ‘supernatural’ sights he had seen as a child were the result of illusion magic, nothing more.

His only experience with ‘ghosts’ was with the half-invisible creations of a mad dragon, made of memories and twisted emotions and so much more, able to speak and understand whilst only being echoes of themselves, but they always spoke in familiar tongues.

Which is to say when what sounds like a young girl speaks up in front of him, he starts dramatically, looking around wildly for the familiar purple mist of Anankos, hand grasping at his wished-sword while he wishes for the familiar weight and power of Siegfried. His heart leaps into his throat, and for the first time in months he has the sickening thought that perhaps that monstrous dragon could still pull the strings of the mortal world.

Then he catches a faint blur of green, just where the tide met the shore, and he relaxes some- not entirely, but some. Green is difficult to mistake as purple, he knows. He takes a long breath, attempting to look where he sees the occasional flash of green, more like a mirage than solid illusion.

“Gods almighty, please do not let this be connected to Anankos,” he prays under his breath before addressing the... voice. “I am Xander Crysanthos Dragmire, King of Nohr, descendant of the Dusk Dragon, first ruler of Nohr and divine dragon of our land. Perhaps that is the connection you are feeling.” He pauses, adjusting his grip on the hilt of his sword idly. “And... perhaps you hold draconic blood as well? In my land, there are deposits of draconic energy in the earth that those with dragon blood can both sense and utilize. I could only imagine a similar process might occur for humans, though I’ve never had such an ability myself. I have no knowledge on how dragon blood from other lands functions in humans- or dragons for that matter. I never asked my sister, a half-dragon, how such things manifest for her...” Frankly, speaking of such has him a bit curious, and he makes a note to himself to send a letter to ask her such once they... return to the monastery, he supposes. He clears his throat.

“My apologies if I am coming across as rude, but I am afraid I quite literally cannot see you, save for occasional flashes of green, so I cannot meet your eyes as we speak. Again, my deepest apologies.”