Post by meredith strauss . 2f . cass on Jun 29, 2020 7:09:40 GMT -5
petra macneary sixteen female career wandered turned noble fire emblem: three houses plot
Wanderer turned noble. Your family had found itself in the outskirts of District Two, and days later Edlegard had discovered you as well. She promised not to unveil your crimes to the authorities, as long as you promised allegiance to her family. Without a proper goodbye, you joined her at the Academy and have been loyal to her ever since. While this is more than you have ever dreamed, you yearn to go back home.
Post by meredith strauss . 2f . cass on Jun 30, 2020 7:48:26 GMT -5
She yearned for the freedom that stood beside her, a fragment of her memory as she stretched a finer out towards it. It was like a ghost, a glimmering being that shimmered and disappeared every time she got to close. The reality was far crueler. It made more sense to try build fantasy from her pain, to make it seem as though her dreams were a lot further out of her reach. It helped her cope because Petra was brave and strong and everything the world demanded her to be. She was the lamb led to the altar to be sacrificed so that the rest of her family might remain safe.
The trees felt as though they called for her, a gentle breeze was more like a whisper against her ear, pleading for her return, hoping that one day she might be free and find her family again. Her father had been killed a number of years ago in an attack against the rebel group he had fought for. In the aftermath of the fighting, her mother had grabbed her and they had tried to flee for the safety of the nearest district. It seemed that the Peacekeeper’s had been out for blood, anyone, regardless of age was shot down.
Petra can remember vividly the sound of screams, the echoing of gunfire through the forest, and the subsequent silence that had fallen. It had been eerie, the fear that had filled her threatened to overwhelm as she remained frozen to the spot. The gentle thud of boots on dirt had been the only sign that the Peacekeeper’s had been closing in on their position. Her mother knew that the district was not far away, so she grabbed her daughter, kneeling down in front of her. The terror in her eyes had been reflected, a mirror of one another. That was the last time she saw her mother, brown hair flickering into the foliage as she yelled at the Peacekeeper’s drawing them away from Petra.
They chased her like dogs after a rabbit, and Petra watched, scream stuck in her throat, shaking as sweat dripped down her face. It took too long for her to find her feet, stumbling as quickly as she could in the direction her mum had pointed. The air felt too thin as she breathed, dirt-covered fingers clinging to each tree as she propelled herself forwards, gasping for air.
The academy had been the fence she’d found herself in front of, buildings that had looked like the ones her mother had told her about at night as they lay searching the stars. The fence had been a challenge, scrambling and clanging her way up before falling to the soft Earth on the other side. The grass was greener on this side, her fingers had curled into the cool earth, feeling the way it gave way under her touch. Then she had thrown up, shuddering as she choked on her tears, dragging herself towards the bushes not too far away. She needed protection, the safety of cover, but her body was struggling, breaking under the terror that filled her veins.
A few days passed, camping out in the bushes, holding back her hunger and thirst every time she heard the crunch of footsteps around her. The gunfire that had pierced her ears was no longer within distance, not even the echo of s shot could be heard from her hiding place. After the fifth day she knew she was running out of time, the coldness of night and morning dew that it provided wasn’t enough water. Not even the pain that arose from thinking about her parents could beat out the hunger within her. She’d cried out for her mother last night, startling herself awake, holding her breath in the darkness thinking she had been discovered.
Her body ached, battling to stay awake as she dragged herself from the bushes that next morning. That was where she met Edelgard.
It seemed that not only her father’s and mother’s faces had been plastered up as traitors of the Capitol, but her own as well. Her father had been the leader of the rebel group on this side of the fence, the lands that surrounded districts one, two, and three. He was gone now, and with her mother missing she was the face of their crimes, the only one left to pay for the choices they had made. Edelgard had seen it straight away, a keen eye for opportunity.
As smart as Petra is she was lost in a world like this. She was not a girl that understood the nuances behind the political and motivational goals of those around her. Her father had preached honour and strength, his bravery coming from his inability to back down in the face of injustice. Discrimination was the bane of this land and Petra followed behind, soaking in and breathing out every single belief he had instilled in her. She was strong, a fighter who had learned how to use swords and guns, she rode a horse better then anyone she knew and she stood up for everything she believed in. Her mother believed she was the spitting image of her father, they shared the same brown burning eyes that stared down those that stood for evil.
When Edelgard promised her life at the cost of allegiance sworn to her family she took it, knowing that without the helping hand before her she wouldn’t last a few more days. And even without Edelgard’s aid, she knew the Peacekeeper’s were closing in, and before too much longer she’d find herself with a bullet to the brain for her beliefs. Edelgard was the pillar before her, and Petra was loyal, she was a girl of strength and inner fire. As brave as she was, she didn’t believe she was strong enough to overstep a toe out of line, for fear of retaliation or finding herself in handcuffs, being lead to her death.
The classes are a challenge of their own, but hard work was an ethic that was a cornerstone of her personality. The times when she peered into the forest, gazing past the fence that stood before her, she felt more trapped than when she was free on the other side, living in fear of the Peacekeeper’s every day. The fence had been so easy to climb that first time, all those years ago, but from this side, it was no longer just wire mashing that stopped her. There were chains strapped to her ankles, a thousand hurdles before her before she could even take a step forwards.
She ached, lost within herself, battling against dreams and reality, yearning to find her mother and her younger brother. Believing that both of them were alive, that they were searching for her as well. But she was trapped, a crown made of thorns on her skull, digging into flesh, weighed down by the crimes her family had committed. Hands tied behind her back by Edelgard, too scared that she was not only risking her own life by breaking free but that of the family she believed to still exist. She couldn’t put them in danger, not when she had now witnessed the kind of power Edelgard’s family held. The kind of power all these noble families possessed.
Petra would play their game and hope that by the time she won, her family would still recognise her.