'Gone' by Great-Lords
For anonymous.
Lissa practices using dark magic.
See how one act of selflessness has the power to change the world.
The scene ran through Lissa’s mind over and over again as she tried to sleep. How could she call it a ‘selfless act’? A selfless act wouldn’t have left her brother and sister alone, her kingdom without an exalt!
Lissa knew deep down she was the one who was being selfish. She could argue about Ylisse needing Emm, but at the end of the day, it was just Lissa who wanted her sister back. There had been only a few days since Emm’s sacrifice, and the Shepherds had barely had any time to mourn as they prepared for the final battle against Gangrel.
Lissa had been trying to prepare for the final battle in her own way. She wasn’t content to simply heal from the back anymore- she wanted to fight. To kill. To avenge what the Plegians had done to her country and family.
She had tried to find a teacher, but none of her options had agreed. Robin said he was too busy with the strategy planning for their battle. Ricken had been too nervous about trying, since he was barely any older than Lissa. Miriel was the logical choice for a teacher- but she bluntly told Lissa she didn’t think Lissa was ready. And the last mage, Tharja, had just laughed at the idea of teaching Lissa magic.
So, Lissa had taken it onto herself to learn how to fight with magic.
While she was on one of her supply runs, she had slipped a dark magic tome into the bag to buy for herself. She didn’t bother to learn which tome it was- all she needed was one that would be powerful.
Figuring she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep any time soon, Lissa decided that this would be as good a time as any to figure out how to use her new tome. She slipped it out of the bottom of her pillow, and lit a candle in her tent.
Flipping open the book, she was shocked at how… old it looked. As if just being dark magic had aged the paper of the book, despite being brand new. She skimmed through the words on the page- some were from old English, a language few knew. Lissa was lucky to have been a princess, with a princesses education- she knew what the words said.
Lissa turned to one of the pages of the tome, to one of the spell pages. Looking it over, she found a spell that looked like it would be a simple one to cast.
“Deáþscúa… gamang…ðu.” Lissa spoke the ancient words, trying to keep quiet so no one would hear her as she enchanted.
Dark energy exuded from the book, swirling around Lissa in purple tendrils. She was about to throw the book down, and stop this endeavor… but something about the magic seemed to have a calming effect on her. She felt an urge, like a voice from behind her, telling her to keep on with the incantation.
Everything is fine, it assured her.
“deÁÞ ondón…” She read on, barely even trying to figure out the old translations anymore. The energy seemed to take form in front of Lissa, shifting and morphing constantly, in a state of solid, liquid, and gas all at once.
Lissa was vaguely aware of the scene unfolding around her- of the shouting and footsteps she heard outside her tent. She could almost recognise her brother’s voice in there, screaming in… pain? No, that didn’t make sense. Chrom wasn’t hurt.
Everything is just fine.
The voice was back, comforting Lissa, urging her to keep going. Lissa continued with the reading, though she wasn’t really aware she was reading still. Everything was just fuzzy now.
Steel unsheathed. Swords? In her tent? Why would anyone do that?
Everything is just fine.
There was no sound anymore. Maybe everyone had calmed down, realized nothing was wrong. Or maybe Lissa just managed to block everyone else out. Well, that didn’t matter. After all.
Everything is just fine, she told herself.
