|Endings Of Jugdral
Author: utdfan22 PM
This is a collection of one-shots that center around the ending events of Seisen No Keifu. Just expanding on the endings when the character's previous conversations seemed to be heading in a different direction. For example why Phee and Arthur decide to go to Velthomer together despite agreeing to live in Silesia after the war. Suggestions and constructive criticism welcome.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Family - Chapters: 5 - Words: 12,617 - Reviews: 12 - Updated: 11-21-12 - Published: 09-18-12 - id: 8536152
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Author's Note: This chapter was suggested by (and dedicated to) Gunlord500 who felt armoured units deserved more love in FE4. Given the map sizes and their "waddling" range in those games, I agree. So, Gunlord500, here it is and enjoy.
The stench of ale consumed the air and the torch light bathed the room in a warm orange glow as the large tavern's multitude of guests cheered, gossiped and drank themselves into a satisfied stupor.Their raucous celebrations spilled into the street as they danced and made merry in a decidedly ungraceful manner.
At least the younger patrons were lost in the enthusiastic celebrations. If one had looked towards the room's edge then they would have seen that two noticeably older patrons were more stone-faced as they nursed a pair of large ales.
Hannibal stroked his beard thoughtfully, his large hands surprisingly steady despite the several empty mugs in front of him "So, you still think Thracia could use my help, Fin. Despite the fact that soon there might not be a Kingdom of Thracia if your Prince Leaf has any say in the matter." the normally armoured warrior was blunt but not accusatory, a hint of bewilderment evident in his brown eyes.
The Duke Knight at his side smiled politely (although it did not reach his eyes) and responded calmly "You are much beloved by the people there and, alongside Altenna, you could make the Thracian unification bloodless if you were to declare support for it."
"And if I refused?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow while his hand fell from his chin to a handle, downing the entirety of the old mug's contents in a rare show of bravado.
"That would be your choice but…" Fin's azure orbs dulled considerably as they became transfixed on the dark liquid beneath "I don't think any of us need any more conflict. Our generation has seen enough of war to last throughout even our grandchildrens' lives."
Sighing, the Shield of Thracia nodded and agreed, his patriotism muddied somewhat by Jugdral's recent ordeal.
"I am sorry for my reluctance but you must understand that Thracia is my home. I would sooner die than betray her now that she can finally rebuild." pointedly meeting Fin's gaze, he added "You, of all people, should know that feeling, Knight of Lenster."
Fin's grip tightened subconsciously and his fake smile gave way to a tired blank "I do know the feeling, and that is why I am not asking you to do that."
At Hannibal's disbelieving glance, Fin gave a small grin "Instead of conquering Thracia and the surrounding nations, we wish to unite its people. Right now Leaf and Altenna are the rightful inheritors of both Lenster and Thracia; our neighbours are also without leadership." Fin's lips quirked downwards as a determined glint flashed in his blue orbs "The internal conflict on the peninsula must end before it creates more tragedy. Our old world is dying and it is our duty to ensure a better one takes its place. You, of all people, should know that, Knight of Thracia."
The ironic echo was not lost on Hannibal who narrowed his gaze at the sullen Knight before him, an unspoken battle of wills taking place between the two.
Surprisingly, to none more so than Hannibal himself, it was Hannibal who caved first "I suppose you have a point… and if Princess Altenna believes in this cause, there must be something to it. She always was a very clever girl."
Fin's smile finally met his eyes as he softly agreed "Indeed."
Staring down at his drink, Fin gulped the last of its contents like a prisoner's last meal before making to stand up "I'll be leaving now, I suppose. Without Nanna or Altenna to take the liquor from me, I'd probably drink myself into a coma. Better to leave before that."
"Take care." Hannibal called out as Fin managed to walk himself out the door, and past their dancing comrades, without so much as stumbling, leading Hannibal to mutter sympathetically "He needs to lay off the drink. He's too accustomed to it."
"Who is?" a chipper voice emanated from Hannibal's left, drawing his attention to a young boy with dirty blonde hair.
"Corpul, my boy, pull up a seat." Hannibal said with a wide grin, paternal pride overtaking him at the sight of him "You should be proud, boy. You're one of the heroes of the land and a damned fine healer at such a young age. I was nearly three times older when I first gained notoriety as a soldier."
"Thank you, Father." Corpul blushed faintly at the praise, his hand absently rubbing the back of his head in slight embarrassment.
Hannibal signalled one of the women running about to keep the tables stocked with drink to bring him two more pints before turning back to his adopted son.
"So, what's next for you?" the general's eyes twinkled slightly when he added, nodding towards a twirling Leen as he did so, "Perhaps chasing a dancer across the continent?"
Corpul's cheeks could have fried an egg as he began vehemently shaking his head and stuttering out denials "No, she's more like a sister to me than a… eh, um…"
Hannibal couldn't surpass a good humoured chuckle at the sight "I know, I know but I'm getting on in years and I figure it's about time you found a nice girl. Someone to look after you when I'm gone."
"Why? You're still healthy and with my magic-"
"I'm not talking about death." Hannibal interrupted, his voice firm but kind as his hand fell onto its comfortable place on his only son's shoulder "Our paths will soon part and I need to know you're ready to face the world to put my mind at ease."
"Father…" Corpul began before trailing off into silence, guiltily rubbing his upper arm "How long have you known?"
"I overheard your talk with Sir Celice." at this Hannibal shrugged nonchalantly "I am admittedly curious why you haven't told me yet, yourself."
Corpul raised his eyes to scan the older Thracian, sighing tiredly when he saw his father's understanding brown irises "I could never find the right time… you were always so proud of Thracia that I thought you might be disappointed when you found out I was going to Edda." bowing his head in shame, Corpul choked out "I'm sorry for deceiving you!"
The old general patted his son's back sympathetically, drawing a confused stare from the young boy as his father grinned down at him happily.
"There is no need to apologise. We both knew that one day; you would leave me and make a name for yourself elsewhere. Edda will be lucky to have you as its duke." Hannibal's comforting words caused a cautious smile to cross Corpul's lips, his hand reaching for the ale subtly left by the tavern wench.
"You really want to try that again?" Hannibal asked, feigning astonishment as Corpul froze in place "I mean, after the incident with Princess Altenna and the wine… I thought you might be turned off alcohol altogether. I'm glad to see you are not so easily scarred."
"Ehhhh" Corpul hesitated before dropping his mug back to the table "I'm not actually all that thirsty right now. I'll wait a little while."
"Fair enough." Hannibal said before hiding his grin in a gulp of ale.
"Eh, it's a filthy habit… probably better he doesn't pick it up until he's a little older."
Hannibal's ears twitched as a slight jangling sound approached them, a slender pair of hands landing softly on their table with a final clink of jewellery.
Leen's easy grin drew a nod from Hannibal as Corpul gripped the hem of his pants nervously.
"I hate to interrupt but the celebrations are getting going and Corpul's just been sitting around. A boy his age should be out dancing with the rest of us." she gently pinched his cheek, causing his blush to worsen as she turned back to his father "Mind if I borrow him for a little bit?"
Hannibal laughed aloud at her audacity; the female dancer was certainly a lively one. Seeing the two together, he was really starting to see the big sister thing… able to embarrass him with just a few well placed words. Reminded him of his own older sister back when he'd been a younger man, just a common peasant in a Thracian village.
How long ago had that been? He genuinely couldn't remember when he'd last seen her or even received a letter. His reverie was brief as he took in the Edda descendants' expressions.
Seeing the anticipation on Leen's face and the veiled excitement (beneath a layer of guilt) on Corpul's, he had no choice but to acquiesce with a sigh.
"Of course, it'll be good for him." Hannibal said with his usual confident smile.
Corpul's teeth flashed happily as he was willingly dragged into the gaggle of celebrating youths, his blush softening as he was thrown into the centre of the frenzy… screaming and shouting joyously with the rest of them while old men gathered dust in the corner.
Cracking his neck with a small twitch brought a light throbbing as the stiffness he'd felt after the war's battles overtook his tired form. Time was catching up to him more and more every day. He should have been worried and yet…
Whenever he looked at the scene in front of him, Hannibal felt a strange sense of calm… a feeling that everything was right with the world overtaking him.
These were the inheritors of their world; his generation had effectively been wiped away by the conflicts they'd engineered for themselves. Perhaps it was time for a fresh perspective on life.
His eyes wandered to Corpul's untouched drink still sitting on the table while its owner was thrown into the air by Aless, Leen and Johan (Lakche looking on with a shaking head while giggling uncontrollably) and at their side Prince Leaf and Princess Altenna chatted happily like a beacon of unity for the long suffering Thracian Peninsula.
In the back of his mind, Hannibal noticed that Corpul seemed to have forgotten the poor ale, so Hannibal took it upon himself to swap his own empty mug for the full one.
Raising the old, slightly chipped mug in a salute to the multinational group before him, Hannibal muttered with a determined grin "To your futures… and the hope you won't make as much of a mess of it we did."
Throwing back the entirety of the drink in a single gulp, Hannibal sighed contentedly before heading for the door. Stopping to steal a glance at Corpul, Hannibal felt a proud paternal quirk at his lips. Deciding there would be time to talk later, Hannibal figured it would be as good a time as any to find Fin and see what exactly his place would be in this peaceful "Unified Thracia".
He was honestly starting to like the sound of it.
There you have it. Hopefully didn't mangle Hannibal's character too badly and it flowed decently enough (unlike some of my earlier attempts).
Originally was going to focus on Corpul and Hannibal's interaction but Hannibal is neither gullible nor possessive enough (in my mind, anyway) to let that little conflict play out, so things changed.
Also should note that Leen and Corpul canonically never learn that they're siblings despite Corpul overtaking Edda if Claude is his father. Best excuse I've got is that Corpul's parentage was discovered when Shanan, Levin or Oifaye noticed that he was carrying the Valkyrie Staff. Since Leen has no corresponding tell, we get something of a reason (read: excuse) there for the ignorance.
That hopefully clears up any confusion with why Corpul considers Leen like a sister rather than as an actual sister in this.
Also the incestuous siblings thing is not meant to be a thing here but when a slightly older girl teases you and you don't know of any blood ties, people might see something more… romantic there.