Fire Emblem SW

Scattered across Valentia lie several ancient temples. Found in remote or secluded areas, it is said they were built long ago in dedication to ancient gods that once inhabited the land. Long before the arrival of the dragon siblings, Duma and Mila, who would replace them as objects of worship. It was in those temples where these old gods resided, served and attended by their followers. In recent times these temples lie now abandoned and in various states of ruin. It is rumored that while the old gods were driven out of the world, or at least from Valentia, essences of their power remained behind on the very temples that were used to worship them. In addition, just like how the gods would bless their followers with their power, these left-behind essences would do the same. As it is, when it comes to stories like that it wasn’t long before they would spread across the land. People claiming to have visited the main altars within the temples, with a few even claiming to have received the boons contained within. Overall, many dismissed them as old wives’ tales, but others would take heed of them and travel to find these temples. Among them was a young lady named Silque.

A cleric from Novis Priory, Silque spent the last few weeks traveling across Valentia. The continent had just recently emerged out of a state of turmoil. War between the nations of Zofia and Rigel, which took years to run its course. Though it finally came to an end, it took its toll on a large number of people, leaving them in various states of distress. As a follower of the teachings of Mila, Silque took it as her duty to help them. No matter where in Valentia they were, she would heal their wounds, soothe their pain, lessen their hardship. It was during her travels when she first heard about the temples. There was one that caught her attention the most, said to house a boon that benefitted women of the cloth like herself. An idea began to form in the mind of the young cleric. If she could obtain such a blessing, it would be of big help in her current task.

It was then that after a few days of travel she had reached her destination: A small secluded valley nested at the Fear Mountain Range in Rigel. At the very end of it lied the temple. As the stories said, the building had seen better days, though was still far from being in any structural danger. With some trepidation the young cleric ventured inside. To her surprise, she quickly found the place wasn’t abandoned. She was greeted by an old hermit, a caretaker of the place. Hair already gray, covered in a brown cloak and clutching a wooden staff in hand, he was all too happy to receive her, hear her out, and talk about the place.

“Yes, I can see,” he had said, “you were right to come. This temple is also called the Altar of the Faerie.”

“Fairy?” Silque repeated.

“No, not fairy,” the old hermit shook his head, “Faerie. Stress the last syllable, not the first. In any case, the Faerie, also known as Titania, ruled the daughters of the gods with purifying light and healing power. Only those who walk the path of the saint may receive her boon.”

After indicating her where to find the altar, they parted ways. She then walked across a doorway, down a flight of stairs, and through a long corridor where at the end double doors awaited her. She opened them, leading her into the room with the altar.