Fire Emblem FMG: Lyn 1 (The Sacred Blade)

FE - Lyn

Game: Fire Emblem 7
Character: Lyn/Lyndis
Class: Lord
Picture 1 of an estimated 6

This is an original image, but you can find an official picture of Lyn at:
images.wikia.com/fireemblem/im...

...This will, when I figure the next one out in my head, be another progression; this is Lyn of Fire Emblem 7. For a few of the scenes through the game I'll be doing "what if's"; namely, what if her sacred sword the Mani Katti gave her strength... and kept on doing so. I’ll end up doing about five of these, each one with both picture and a bit of reworked story. But I’m leaving the option of doing a full story to a certain other Deviant, lest I steal his thunder.
For those of you who don't like the (admittedly crude) background fluff, there's a seperate upload of this picture with only Lyn.

1) The Sacred Blade

The young woman of the Lorca tribe followed the kindly old priest into the inner sanctum, a place she’d never have dreamed of visiting. Had the young tactician Mark not stumbled upon her lone hut on the Sacaean plains, she’d never have left, at least, never have travelled beyond the market town of Bulgar. Yet now here she was, a woman on a quest to find her long removed grandfather, the Marquess of Caelin. That was the reason she’d come here, accompanied by the tactician and two cavaliers of Caelin. She’d arrived, found the shrine threatened by a vagrant mercenary going by the name of Glass, a mercenary who sought the blade locked within. She’d defeated him, and now she was to lay her eyes on the sacred Mani Katti itself.
The priest came to a halt, a wizened but kindly face turned towards the altar. He raised a hand, muttered a prayer, and the shimmering haze covering the blade melted away.
“Now, my lady,” he spoke, “a token of my gratitude. I shall allow you to lay hands upon the Mani Katti. Touch the blade’s pattern, and pray for a safe journey.”
Lyn uttered words of thanks, and stepped past the priest. Eyes closing in prayer, she reached forward and touched the sword.
“Hmm?”
A flash of light drew the attention of Mark, still lingering back by the entrance way. He looked over, noticed the sword glowing, and gave a faint satisfied huff. No one noticed.
“Ah…” the priest muttered, “the power of the spirits. They have looked into your soul, and they call out to you. You are the blade’s rightful owner.”
Lyn spluttered, tried to refuse. But the priest was having none of it. “It is the sword’s wish, and the wish of the spirits who inhabit it. If you require more proof, then grasp it in your hand, and raise it. Only the true wielder could do so.”
Almost in a daze, the young woman reached out and wrapped her hand round the hilt. And in that moment, something changed within her. Almost unnoticed, the tactician turned and ghosted from the room.
“I never dared to hope that I might be the one to meet the Mani Katti’s chosen wielder,” the priest murmured, tears forming in his eyes. “The sacred blade, a weapon said to grant true strength, wielded true at last.”
Lyn held her new sword out at arm’s length, turning it this way and that, admiring the blade’s workmanship, its balance. “Funny,” she commented, “I almost feel stronger already…”
Behind her, the priest looked at her, and a smirk formed under the concealment of his beard.