Drabble: “Think it’ll work?” “It’ll take a miracle.”
{OoC - So brainstorming this one was tough because it’s pretty hard to think of impossible situations for the Fire Emblem universe. I ended up coming up with something completely ridiculous and now I’m going to try to turn it into a drabble!}
Morgan was heading to Miriel’s tent to return a load of books she had borrowed from her private collection. It was a gloomy day at the Shepherd’s camp in Northeastern Ferox and things seemed to be moving slower than they normally did. The heavy stack of tomes obstructed the young tactician’s view and she realised that it would probably be best to make two separate trips. Before she could put them down however, most of them were taken off of the top of the pile by someone out of view.
“Allow me, Morgan. I may not be able to appreciate the arcane arts of magic the same way that you and Miriel do, but at least I can help you carry these.” said a familiar voice.
Frederick had come to lend Morgan a helping hand and Morgan beamed him a grateful smile as they headed off to the mage’s tent together.
“Thanks, Frederick. I’m sorry for slowing you down from whatever it was that you were on your way to do, but I appreciate the help.” Morgan said.
“Think nothing of it. I am glad to lend a hand to a friend and ally in arms.” said the knight as he returned her smile with one of his own.
The two reached Miriel’s tent on the westward side of the campgrounds and found the mage busily working away with several beakers of strange fluids and an old tome. She acknowledged their presence with a nod of her head and motioned them to put the books back on the shelf by her desk. As the two began to put the tomes back, Miriel noticed from the corner in her eye that Frederick had placed a grimoire in her spell book section and turned to correct him, unknowingly pouring the contents of one vial into the wrong beaker. Suddenly there was a large explosion and Miriel vacated the tent coughing.
“Frederick, Morgan. I would care to ascertain the nature of your well-beings!” Miriel called to them from outside of the tent. Suddenly she heard a pair footsteps coming from inside and she heaved a sigh of relief believing that they were unharmed. “I apologise for that, but you must remember that the grimoires are to be placed in the summoning section, Frederic-“
She stopped suddenly and dropped the tome she had rescued from the blast in utter shock.
“I something the matter, milady?” came an oddly feminine voice.
“Miriel, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” said the accompanying voice of a teenage boy.
Miriel’s usual lexicon of intricate words failed her as an uncanny sense of terror creeped up her spine. Her experiment had gone horribly wrong and the pair standing in front of her were the accident’s unfortunate victims.
“F-frederick… M-morgan… is that you?” she stuttered.
“Of course it is, Miriel. Are you quite alright?” asked a tall, athletic woman in armour as she emerged from the smoky tent. “Morgan, we may need to get Miriel to a heale-“
Frederick turned to Morgan and noticed that her hair had shortened in length and a messy moustache not uncommon of teenage boys had adorned her upper lip. Her jawline seemed stronger and her shoulders were much broader than before. “M-MORGAN! I believe that explosion may have turned you into a-“
“Oh gods, Frederick! You’re a woman!” shouted Morgan as her voice cracked. Frederick looked down at his hands which had grown incredibly dainty and then looked down his armour finding, to his utter horror, that he had become quite well-endowed.
“Miriel, what have you done to us?!” Frederick shouted as he grabbed the dumbstruck mage by her shoulders. “I demand that you restore us at once!”
Miriel did not know what to do. She had unwittingly cast a hex on her friends, swapping their sexes. Immediately, two names came to mind: Henry and Tharja. If anyone in camp had experience with such curses, those two might know a solution.
“Please follow me.” requested Miriel as she tried to regain her composure. As they walked through camp, Morgan and Frederick were shot many unsolicited glances by the troops. By the time they found the two Dark Mages, Morgan found herself with Nah latched to her thick, muscular arm and Frederick had knocked Vaike unconscious with a hook punch after the Fighter made a pass at him.
“Looks like this one’s permanent. You two are going to be stuck like this forever.” Tharja said apathetically. “How the heck did you manage this one, Miriel?”
“Tehe, I think it’s an improvement, Frederick.” Henry said cheekily as Morgan subdued the knight from lashing out at him. There was nothing anyone they knew could do. The clouds above them grew dark and heavy as Morgan and Frederick walked off to the empty training grounds to ponder their fate.
“What is to become of us?” the knight said as he looked down somberly. “I do not know how to explain this to my lieges.”
“At least you’re pretty, Frederick.” Morgan said shortly. “I’m a monster!”
Eventually they realised that they would have to accept their new forms. Romantic pursuits aside, their genders had never really influenced their ability to live their lives to the fullest. They resolved to each other that this change would not stop them and tearfully accepted their fate. The sound of thunder echoed throughout the camp and a rain began to pour down on the camp.
Morgan and Frederick made a dash for the barracks to escape the downpour. Suddenly, a strange pink steam began coming out of Morgan’s robe and from the Frederick’s armour. The two paused in the rain to find that they were beginning to gleam.
“What’s happening to us, Frederick?” asked Morgan as she looked at her shinning hands.
“I do not know, Morgan. Perhaps we have been hexed again.” said Frederick as the steam engulfed his face.
Chrom looked outside of his tent to see the strange display taking place outside of the barracks. He called Lucina over to him and they watched on in surprise as Frederick and Morgan walked out of the haze completely restored.
“Frederick… I think the rain must have cured us.” Morgan said in her normal voice as she began to feel her face.
Frederick looked down his armour and heaved a huge sigh of relief. “I believe you are right, Morgan. This is some kind of miracle.”
The pair were so taken with contentment that they couldn’t help but laugh madly into the heavens at their fortune. Shepherds from around the camp heard the laughter and stepped out of their tents into the rain to see the two regularly conservative friends fall to their knees rejoicing. It had undoubtedly been a strange day for all present.
The next day, Morgan explained to her friends what had happened and almost all of them laughed as they welcomed her back warmly. Nah, however, ran off into camp with her face redder than a tomato. Meanwhile, Frederick visited Vaike in his tent and offered him an explanation of the prior day’s events. Frederick left Vaike to his rest and ‘Teach’ stared blankly off into space before knocking himself out with a punch to the head. When he woke several hours later, he reminded himself that flirtation was a dangerous enterprise and to be wary of women in armour.
