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Hero If one wanted to see the sights of the vast world, there were many places to gaze upon the wonders of nature and of man. The dust bowl that was Plegia, for what it was worth, had little of either. And with the conclusion of the War of the Fell Dragon, even the bones of an ancient god had disappeared, plummeting into the sea when Grima was slain. In the First War, Plegia had lost an entire generation of good men and women, slain by the Exalted Tyrant's legions. All for what? Just because rumors that the perfect vessel for Grima being magically conjured were floating about? Was that a good enough reason for thousands of Plegian men and women to die? Was it a good enough reason for a kind and just ruler to suddenly attack his neighbor …show more content…

Emmeryn received the crown of her dead father for her 10th birthday. Silently she took the throne, still wet with the blood of Plegia, and savored that instance of dread. And with a vow, she swore that upon her life, Ylisse and her people would know peace once more. The War of the Mad King banished the idea of Emmeryn's vow. The Gentle Exalt died hoping in the impossibility that an army of orphans would reconsider avenging their families. But too much hatred had festered in too many hearts, and she perished hearing the drums of war ever beating. She had shaken some Plegians, yes, but there was still an army of broken children between Prince Chrom and vengeance. And when the path to peace was blazed by the Shepherds, each stone laid was mortared with Plegian blood, Plegian tears, and Plegian graves. When the War of the Fell Dragon began, there stood little of Plegia aside from the Grimleal and those who wanted no part of another war. But the Grimleal were more than enough, numbering in the thousands as they collectively swarmed the Fell Dragon's Table. Their essence was well appreciated by Grima, who sent them scrambling by the score to their deaths. When the corpse and the vessel of the Fell Dragon plummeted into the sea, Plegia was a wasteland. Empty, barren, and dry. A perfect place for a single mother to raise a child in …show more content…

One who fights the tyrannical systems of evil! Does he need my help? Ah, I'll probably just get in his way... Another of the gang members appeared at the other end of the fire spell, holding an Arcfire tome and preparing to cast another salvo of flames. At the same time, a trio of men appeared from the rooftops, firing arrows at the cloaked hero who dodged them with seemingly infinite grace. "Whoa..." Cynthia gasped in awe, still hiding behind her crate. Amidst the barrage of both physical and magical projectiles, the cloaked figure drew a jagged sword wreathed in lightning. Deflecting the fireballs that were imminent to hit, they then fired off a bolt that incinerated the Arcfire, leaving the caster defenseless until another bolt zapped him square between the eyes, blinding him. With a wind spell this time, the figure shot upwards until they were eye to eye with the three archers. In mid-air, they fired three precise bolts and knocked the archers back down into the alley. Two of them were unconscious after landing but another one landed soft enough to maintain awareness of his impending doom. "Please, no..." Underneath the shade of their hood, Cynthia could see the figure smiling as he advanced upon the

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