Fire Emblem SW

Ever since they were conquered by the then Kingdom and now Empire of Grannvale, the Kingdom of Isaach went through rough times. The assigned King from Grannvale, Dannan, was merciless in his rule, as were many of his direct subordinates administering the local regions. The local Isaachians were treated no better than slaves, suffering through oppression and discrimination. Yet hope was not lost. In the remote village of Tirnanog the rightful heir of Isaach, Shannan, was preparing an army. With time, the day would come that they would rise to take back their country, before then continuing forth to liberate the rest of Jugdral from Grannvale’s oppressive yoke. For now, however, they bided their time. Gathering strength, engaging in small-scale operations, all while avoiding having their base of operations be found by the Grannvelian forces.

One day, in a town of northern Isaach, things were currently hectic. Several of the youths of the nascent Liberation Army had traveled there for scouting purposes. Perhaps a coincidence, perhaps not, but imperial troops also arrived at the town that same day… and all it took was a small incident between members of both groups for things to escalate. Now, the youths found themselves scattered and on the run, trying to get out of the town now swarming with imperial troops.

Among them was Lana, a young cleric. Despite growing up in Isaach her lineage traces back to Ullr, one of Jugdral’s Twelve Crusaders, wielder of the Holy Bow Yewfelle, and founder of the Duchy of Yngvi in Grannvale proper. Circumstances years ago forced her mother Edain to flee to Isaach, where she would become Tirnanog’s abbess, becoming a mother figure to countless orphans who would years later join Shannan’s rebel army. Insistent to help despite only being a cleric, Lana had joined the group who would head to the town. It didn’t matter that she was not part of the altercation, the soldiers made their intentions clear to round them all up, and thus she was forced to run away with everyone else.

Fortunately, the local populace was on their side. Crowds would part for them, then regroup in order to make it harder for the soldiers to follow through or see where the rebels were going. Unfortunately for Lana, she was not making much progress to reach the outskirts of town. Soldiers were already blockings streets and alleyways, trying to funnel and ultimately trap them. Lana clutched her staff as she ran, fear clearly on her face, not daring to turn back. She knew full well what would be her likely fate as a woman should she become the Grannvelians’ prisoner, rebel or not. Unfortunately, not used to exerting this amount of physical strain, it didn’t take long before she began to slow down and soon stop in the middle of a street, overcome with fatigue.

“Huff… huff…” she panted, trying to catch her breath.

“Quickly, lass, over here!”

She quickly turned at the source of the voice. An old man stood at the doorway of one of the houses, looking directly at her while waving an arm with a beckoning gesture. Lana didn’t even spare a second to think; she quickly hurried over in spite of her fatigue. The old man moved aside to let her pass. Once the cleric was inside, he followed in right after, closing the door right behind…