Von Aegir Literary
The End to
Ferdinand Von Aegir's Wandering
RACHEL K. CHENG
at the entrance to the mountain range
bordering the passage to Garreg Mach
a thousand birds flocked
above tattered banners of red and blue:
memories of a battle when the archbishop slew
a hundred soldiers riding the winds of change
in a land where there were monsters
who wore the faces of both dead and beloved,
we climbed through the ruins
and the jagged gorge, honoring a promise
that our lord once made when he was a schoolboy
who wished to be naïve
I asked my lord Ferdinand:
“Why here where nothing grows?”
he looked up to the broken spires,
strangely calm, pace slow.
“Aegir keeps its promise,”
my lord said and smiled.
we stumbled through the bramble
and encountered bandits to rout
and my lord smiled wider as voices sounded
and called out, gleeful and grounded:
“Professor?! Never mind…
We have to focus on winning this fight!”
in the heat of battle, mistakes are fatal.
my lord rode at the front, his spear raised,
chasing bandits from their nests.
at entrance to Garreg Mach,
my lord lent his strength to the Professor,
who carved our path forward with their sword.
bordering the passage to Garreg Mach
a thousand birds flocked
above tattered banners of red and blue:
memories of a battle when the archbishop slew
a hundred soldiers riding the winds of change
in a land where there were monsters
who wore the faces of both dead and beloved,
we climbed through the ruins
and the jagged gorge, honoring a promise
that our lord once made when he was a schoolboy
who wished to be naïve
I asked my lord Ferdinand:
“Why here where nothing grows?”
he looked up to the broken spires,
strangely calm, pace slow.
“Aegir keeps its promise,”
my lord said and smiled.
we stumbled through the bramble
and encountered bandits to rout
and my lord smiled wider as voices sounded
and called out, gleeful and grounded:
“Professor?! Never mind…
We have to focus on winning this fight!”
in the heat of battle, mistakes are fatal.
my lord rode at the front, his spear raised,
chasing bandits from their nests.
at entrance to Garreg Mach,
my lord lent his strength to the Professor,
who carved our path forward with their sword.
Rachel K. Cheng (they/them) is a historian, writer, and enthusiastic homecook, who received their PhD in History from the University of Glasgow. They love Fire Emblem: Three Houses and particularly Ferdinand Von Aegir, who they admire for his thoughtful loyalty and willingness to work hard.
