Rei-Yumiyuri

This is the compendium of all my OCs. Will be adding more as time passes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. Name: Lyra Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes Appearance:    -        Black hair, tied in a side-ponytail    -        Green eyes Info: Lyra lived a relatively normal life in the city until she was whisked away to Askr. An only child, she gained an interest in medieval combat styles and weaponry by watching historical documentaries and shows. This led her to study HEMA (Historical European Martial Arts), specializing in longsword fighting. While it took her some time to get used to the rol

Epilogue “Where is she?” Autumn asked. “With Israfel,” Uriel replied. Autumn frowned. “I know that, but where are they?” “Patience, my dear, they’re coming.” The entire High Court of Archangels stood along with them at the top of the tower, slowly getting impatient. “Perhaps she does not want to face the world,” Archangel Xantara said with distain clear in her voice. “She was, after all, a disgrace to our kind.” “Trying to kill herself, giving up what mortals would beg to have,” her sister, Saffron said. “Really, she should’ve stayed where

Chapter Twenty-Seven Time to get up, Zyarre. She frowned. There was that voice again. She had been hearing it for over a month and it still wouldn’t leave her alone. No more sleeping, I already allowed you to sleep an extra three days. Go away, Uriel. Go bother Autumn or something. Israfel is being held against his will by three Angels you don’t know. No way am I falling for that. Leave me alone. You would know if I was lying, little sister. She froze. Her adopted brother…wasn’t lying. Which meant… Her eyes snapped open and she sat up, looking around wildly.” WHERE IS HE?!” Israfel all-too-wil

Chapter Twenty-Six Israfel stood atop the tower that served as the base of all the Angels of England and the office where Uriel worked, watching those of his kind fly inside and out, doing their daily businesses. “She would’ve loved to see this,” he mumbled. Beside him, Uriel nodded. “I’ve told her so much about England, she once said she would love to fly through its skies.” “You miss her, don’t you?” Autumn asked walking towards them. Israfel stared at her. “There are no words among mortals and Angels of how I feel.” He turned his back on the ledge and let himself fall bac

Chapter Twenty-Five Israfel watched in horror as Dailanar unleashed his pent-up energy on Zyarre. He dove after her as she fell, willing himself to fall faster. “ZYARRE!!!” He caught her before her body met the ground, holding her tight in his arms as he landed. He murmured her name over and over, hoping he wasn’t too late. “Zyarre…Zyarre…” he murmured pressing her burnt hand to his face, trying to stop his tears from falling. “Zyarre, don’t leave me. Please.” Her eyelids fluttered open, but there were no more eyes beneath them. Nevertheless, she smiled when she heard him sayi