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  1. Bridging the Sky

    Hinoka survived the war and wrestles with guilt as much as her duties as Hoshido’s Queen. Every day is a battle despite the supposed ‘peace’ and when the chance to strike at Nohr’s heart arises, she gives into temptation. Will the cycle of suffering continue, or can it be broken? Bridging The Sky ✦ a Hinoka/Marx fanfic Game: Fire Emblem Fates (post-Conquest) Rating: Teen+ Character(s): Hinoka, Sakura, Marx (most cast mentioned) Tag(s): survivor’s guilt, PTSD, hurt/comfort, politics, seduction, enemies to lovers, bittersweet ending, worldbuilding, and whump chapter 1 ✦ “Swallowing Sundown” chapter 2 ✦ "Stars Burning Underwater" chapter 3 ✦ "Dreaming Mortals and Gods Alike" chapter 4 ✦ "Woman of a Thousand Summers Yep, I started another multi-chapter fic. I'm trying to keep it on the shorter end, but there's some canon plotholes I'm itching to fill.
  2. The Fanfiction.Net Authors' Thread!

    Basically a thread where we fanfiction.net authors can discuss stuff. Share our own stories, writing experiences, interactions with other authors, all that. Let me start by listing down some of my favorite authors: COOKIECHEESEMAN is a nice, friendly guy and an excellent writer. He's funny and is kinda chill. If you review one of his stories, he's bound to send you a PM. He also pioneered the Roy x Idoun ship in his almost-finished romantic epic, A Glimmer of Hope. alexa005 is from my country, and although her grammar can be bad sometimes, she makes up for it by making her stories very funny. Case in point, this excerpt from a chapter in which Alm sneaks into Berkut's room in the middle of the night and places lice on his head: I hope you enjoyed that. Now, onto the next author! Keep in mind that the next two don't have/do anything FE-related. domgk115 has an excellent Percy Jackson fanfic series going strong to this day. I've managed to chat with him, and while he seems pretty polite, he tends to take a while when responding to messages/reviews. I guess the poor guy's just too busy with so much work to do. He inspired me while I was writing my main fanfic. ChangelingRin was my first friend on the site, and he/she (won't reveal their own gender) has a hilarious Zelda fic while also having a more serious Doctor Strange fic on the side. They take a while to respond to messages, but overall pretty chill for an American. GravityEmblem goes onto this site too under a different name. His writing style is pretty neat. That's all for now, so let me summon the other fanfiction.net authors on this site! Feel free to post anything related to fanfiction.net on this thread! (As a semi-rule, only fanfiction.net authors are allowed to post on this thread. How can I impose that?)
  3. I need OC ideas

    Okay so I'm currently writing a fanfic about Lucina's original future. Now because it's kind of a prequal I can't have any of the future kids dying really save for maybe morgan so I need OCs and I'm having trouble coming up with ideas so yeah. If anyone could give some OC ideas would much appreciated.
  4. Okay so I’m writing a fanfic on the future kids and their life in the future and how they ended up traveling through time. I’m having trouble coming up with pairings for this fic. I mean I’m already using ChromxSumia because canon but I cannot decide on who I want male robin to be with. For obvious reasons whoever ends up being robin’s kid and Morgan’s sibling is very important to this story. Like I can’t decide between RobinxCordelia, RobinxLissa, or RobinxOlivia. I’m probably thinking too much in to this cause it’s just a fanfic but eh. Like I love all those pairings but I can only use one. As for other pairings feel free to make any suggestions you wish.
  5. So, I'm working on a flagship fanfic of mine, running since November 2017. I decided it would be nice to add quotes relating to the chapter titles in some chapters, but I want to use an excerpt from "Lost In Thoughts All Alone" for Chapter IV. (Well, it's technically the 6th chapter, but I number the chapters as if it was an FE game. There was a Prologue and something before the prologue.) I wrote it sandwiched between two line-things and it looked like this, complete with italics: "...within my ancient heart dwells madness and pride. Can no one hear my cry?" -Azura, Lost In Thoughts All Alone, Fire Emblem Fates: Revelation Now, I really like how the story is turning out, and I really want to quote another excerpt of the song in the penultimate chapter of the second story arc (While the second story arc is still just beginning, I plan to have the penultimate chapter be titled "Night Breaks Through") due to the thematic significance of certain termss in the context of the fic. So, is it okay to do this sort of thing, despite FF.net's rules of "NO LYRICS"? (Also, to any fanfiction.net users on this site, please don't report the story if I violated the rules by doing so. I will take down the segment if it does.)
  6. FE High

    Hey all, I've been working on this fan fiction for a while, and by for a while I mean that I started it a long time ago and then life got busy so I stopped and because I stopped, I lost motivation. So now we're here. Hope to get back into writing and hoping some of you beautiful people can poke me hard enough to make me keep writing. Basically the premise of the story is an alternate universe take on the world (but moreso the characters) of Awakening. I feel like the absurd elements of Awakening's cast would fit really well into a cheesy high school dromedy. So that's what I did (read: tried to do) I've gotten a couple chapters and a half done and would love some feedback. I also post it on Fanfiction.net when it goes up so if you prefer to follow it there, that works as well. Side note: Yes, I know Virion is out of character. He'll get better but his being a tool is a tool for me to form his clique. FE High Chapter 1.docx
  7. So it goes like this: We post a link to a fanfic we like, along with its categories, rating and genre/s, and main pairing (if applicable). Let me start: Fanfic: A Glimmer of Hope Category: Fire Emblem (Binding Blade) Rating: T Genre: Romance Main Pairing:Roy/Idoun Crossovers are fine. Explicit sexual content and yadda yadda yadda are not. Only content from fanfiction.net and archiveofourown.org are allowed.
  8. Prologue - Village of Hope, Maori Polynia The sound of bells chiming echo throughout a small village, as a young man, age 15, woke up to the first gleaming light of the morning sun. He laid on his oak wood bed, still covered up with a sewed blanket. “Another day, and another eight hours of work. Things have never seemed to change for me… But, what was that dream?” He pondered, removing the blanket covering his body. After brushing his smooth, medium black hair that gracefully swayed down to his shoulders, He dressed himself in khaki colored pants, a navy blue-colored short sleeved tunic in which resembled a turtleneck, brown gloves and boots as he picked up a wooden basket and a sickle that had a named carved onto the handle. That name was Aleister. The young man put the sickle inside the basket as he exited his home and went out to the fields of grains, vegetables and other plants. Making his way to the field, he was encountered by a blonde haired, brown eyed, coat wearing man. “You’re up early, Aleister.” The coated figure greeted to the young man, who hadn’t showed emotions. “I can say the same for you… Robin.” Aleister replied within a stern, although calm voice. “I get up early so I can make sure that the fields are attended to, so that the other farmers have an easier job during the day.” Robin conceded to him, turning away. “Now… I am cognizant that you would help me with today’s tending to the crops. As if you had much of a choice.” He continued. Aleister sighed and nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, yes, I know. I am aware that our village leaders gave you a bit of authority, but you shouldn’t go and flaunt it to others. Just because they are gods, it doesn’t make you one of the higher ups of the village. I swear, you are-” Aleister had showed a bit of aggravation before calming down, rolling his eyes and getting his sickle out of the basket. “Nevermind, I’ll help. Just don’t force me around.” The two would begin working, and as a few hours had passed, more and more farmers had come out of their houses to work in the fields. Robin, sweating from all the work they had to do, walked to a shady spot, where Aleister had been sitting. “It has been hotter than the last few weeks. It never gets to this kind of weather!” Robin pointed out, seeing the sunlight and heat exhaust and brutalize the farmers who had been working in the fields. The 15 year old, who was beat red from working in the sun for hours on end, had just recognized it as well. “Yeah… I’ve noticed some of the crops have been starting to wilt from it too.” Aleister gave feedback to Robin’s comment, wiping his hand with a small handkerchief that he kept inside of his neck sleeve. The two had sat there for a few moments, alone and quiet, until a girl with pink hair with two ponytails and red eyes had come to them, sitting down. “Is the heat giving you a beat down as well, young Mae?” Robin questioned her. Mae, on the verge of having a heat stroke, nodded yes to his concern towards her. “I… I need some water or at least a breeze of cold air…!” She panted, sweat rolling down her face. “I do believe there is some we can get from inside my house. I do tend to keep iceboxes of water when in extremely warm temperatures like what we’re experiencing now.” The teen rose to his feet and went to the place he called home, bringing out cases of water, handing bottles, jars and cups of them to people who had experienced an extreme thirst during the hot weather. He returned to his seat as he gave some water to Mae and Robin. “I think we should keep in doors tomorrow.” The teen suggested. “Yes, but who will be there to make sure all the crops don’t shrivel and die? We have to keep working. Besides, the heat’s bound to go away.” Robin told them.
  9. (I would like to remind everyone that this is still a Work In Progress, and that I am finishing up this story on a Google Docs. So stay tuned and I hope you like the story) Premonition - Clash of Unities CLASH! CLANG! BANG! The sound of metals crashing and colliding against each other echo throughout the dimly lit room, as a group of people are fighting off these strange creatures made of pure darkness. There seemed to be hundreds of them coming at once, challenging the group of heroes that would dare come into their lair and destroy their creator. The numbers of whatever these dark creatures were was nearly insurmountable, but one by one, they had began falling like dominoes lined up to one another. After these numbers had dropped in rapid motion, their leader had dared to show himself from the other side of the room. He wore a strange cloak and dark clothing, a hood covering his head, and looked to the group“I wouldn’t have expected nothing less from the likes of you.” The figure spoke, approaching the group of 18 warriors. The strength all had showed in the room was just as insurmountable as the number of the shady creatures he summoned to fight them. “This world shall perish, alongside the rest of you. Everything begins with nothing, and it ends with nothing. This world will return to the deep darkness from whence it came!” The figure had wielded a dark sword and tome in hand as he prepared to attack, alongside the other figures who stood against the summoner. And as they were about to charge... DING! DING! (Prologue here:)
  10. Hello! I was teasing this already, and it's here now! Because I love the support system in fire emblem heroes so much, I decided to make supports and other fanfiction for this game. Today, I would like to begin with a support between Kiran and my husbando, Gordin. Enjoy! Feel free to suggest stuff as well! Your feedback is welcome in this topic: Kiran and Gordin - C Support Gordin: Hyaah! Hah! Kiran: I see you are training today, Gordin. Very good job! Gordin: He he, you think? Kiran: Well, yes. We need everyone to be ready for combat at all times. You never know it with these Emblians around... Gordin: Yeah... But! Why don't you fight? With your Breidawhattes? Kiran: It's called Breidablik, Gordin. I... don't really know how to use it. But it's supposed to be a bow. Commander Anna told me this. Gordin: A bow? Hey, why don't you train with me sometime then? Maybe we could somehow make it work like a weapon? That would be pretty cool, wouldn't it? Kiran: Well yes, it would, but I don't kno-- Gordin: It's settled then! Let's try training a bit tomorrow! I'm beat! *Gordin Leaves* Kiran: Well now. He left? How am I possibly using this as a weapon? I only use this to summon more allies... Kiran and Gordin - B Support Gordin: Come on Kiran! Let's try it again! Kiran: Again? We already tried it 10 times! Gordin: Well, with enough training, surely it must work somehow right? It's the same while using the bow. Kiran: It is? But a bow is made to be a weapon, this isn;t... Gordin: Well, my teacher, Jeorge, taught me that you can do everything with enough training. Jeorge is an amazing bowman. So I am sure this will work! Kiran: ......I see. I think we should try again then. Who knows, maybe it will really work, won't it? Gordin: Haha, this reminds me of the training sessions I had with my brother when I was little. Kiran: You have a brother? Gordin: Yes, he uses a bow, just like me. He is also a pretty great shot with a bow. Kiran: I see. I sure would like to meet him sometime. Kiran and Gordin - A Support Gordin: Hey, Kiran? Kiran: Yes? Want to train again today? Gordin: I don't think it'll do much good, actually... Kiran: What's this? Gordin: When we talked last time... about my little brother... and how you'd like to meet him sometime... got me thinking. What is the true purpose of the Breidablik? Kiran: Gordin... Gordin: I realized not everything has the same purpose. I am sure Jeorge would say the same thing. The purpose of the Breidablik.. and you, is to get us new allies that will help us in this war. I also realized how dangerous it could be in the wrong hands... Kiran: Gordin... I'm glad you realize that. You are not as child-like as you look. You are an adult. Gordin: He he. I promise you Kiran, I shall protect you and your precious bow! Kiran and Gordin - S Support Kiran: Good day Gordin! How are you today? Gordin: I-I'm g-good as ever! Kiran: There is no way i'm believing you if you stutter like that. What's wrong? Gordin: W-well.... Here! A gift for you! Kiran: Flowers? Gordin... What are you.... Gordin: Kiran..... I love you. There I said it! Kiran: Gordin... Wow. That came out of nowhere, didn't it? Gordin: I see.... Sorry to bother you... Kiran: Wait! Gordin, there is something I want to let you know. I.... like you as well. Gordin: R-really? Kiran: Honestly, for quite a while. I really liked our training sessions, just to be together with you, Gordin. Gordin: T-t-then, you want to get... you know, together? Kiran: Yes, Gordin. Let's stay with eachother, and protect eachother! Gordin: I won't let them harm you! Gordin: I will protect you no matter what, and we will stay together. I... love you very much...
  11. My First Fire Emblem Fanfiction/Story

    Hey everyone! I've been working on this for a few days now. This is my first Fire Emblem Fanfiction, or whatever you want to label it as. So, my story is about what happens after Fire Emblem Echoes, specifically the character endings. I felt like Luthier's ending left a little too much to the imagination, but hey, imagination is awesome. So when I saw Luthier's ending, I immediately wanted to write something about it that explains what actually happens to him. WARNING: This will obviously include spoilers about Fire Emblem Echoes. Read at your own risk. I always appreciate feedback, but please don't point out every little tiny mistake or argue about things that you might not think makes sense. Please understand that I'm not perfect and I'll make mistakes, and that this is my story, and I can write whatever I want in it. I'll eventually leave a link due to the lack of space here, but for now, you can find the first 3 Chapters of my first Fire Emblem Fanfiction here (Title Pending)
  12. So a little over a month ago, I started a series called Fire Emblem Heroes: Warriors From Across The Realm. Basically, it's about Fire Emblem Heroes and it stars all of the characters I have so far. I would appreciate any constructive feedback. Thank you for your time. Here's the link to the story collection:
  13. Hello all I have decided to post a fan-fiction called The Shadow Tactician: To Challenge Fate and would welcome constructive feedback where possible please. (Obviously I have finally come up with a title ) References for Chapter 1: References for Chapter 2: References for Chapter 3: References for Chapter 4:
  14. Fates Fan Works

    Would've posted this in Jokes & Memes about Fates, but that topic may be considered old now and we could use another Fan Works topic. So, feel free to post and share your fan art, fan fiction, or other fan works relating to Fates here. This includes jokes and memes like in the previous topic. * * * * * As for me, I wanted to share some custom support conversations and scenes made by a certain individual on Youtube. For the most part, Fate's story has been criticized ever since the JPN release. Some fans have decided to make their own fanfics or versions of Fate's storyline while others expand upon the Fate's universe. This particular creator uses Fates assets and edits together a video that mimics dialogue conversations. So, we can have custom supports, custom scenes, and even custom epilogues. The channel did become inactive for a while, but it seems the creator is back to a schedule of sorts releasing a new video every two weeks or so. I highly recommend checking it out if you enjoy the characters of Fates and wanted a better more story than what we got initially.
  15. Fire Emblem Truly Awake

    I figured I'd share the Fire Emblem Fanfic that I've been working on, Fire Emblem Truly Awake. It's a self insert story that I've been working on for a couple of years now, and just posted chapter 27 earlier today. Feel free to give me criticism, though I'd prefer constrictive criticism. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10055108/1/Fire-Emblem-Truly-Awake
  16. Thyme was enjoying one of the few, rare, peaceful moments of her life that she had now a days. Being the Warrior of Light she was often being whisked away to get involved in some major conflict. Be it helping to resolve the war between the Elezen and dragons, aiding a girl who claimed to be from a world called 'Vana'diel', expunging demons and vampires from haunted houses, ensuring the moogle mail was properly delivered, or whatever else, her life had become a huge bustle of late. Which was why now, sitting beside a small pond she had made herself in the back of her home in the Lavender Beds with her chocobo companion, Floofy Birdy, at her side was a very relaxing moment. She had met Floofy several years ago now and he had become the closest thing she had to a reliable companion in battle. Sure, she had allies, friends, but they had only recently started assisting her directly when the going got tough. So as she reached up to pet Floofy's feathers and stroke his beak she gave a happy sigh as her feet dabbled in the pond. "You know Floofy, when was the last time we really got some time off?" she asked him before stroking his beak. "I mean, really some time off? A few weeks ago it was telling stories to orphans and that should have been our time off." "Wark!" She smiled a bit as he quickly brought his beak up to peck her through her red hair in an affectionate manner. "Hey! Not too hard, remember? I'm only half your size!" she said with a giggle before getting up and heading back to her home, her soak in the pond lacking something... important. Her home was a 'modest' one in that it was just a basic home layout without excess size, but she had gone to town in regards to filling it up. Just inside the door was a nice and heavy table with lace tablecloths and beautiful silverware and portraits lining the wall, all of which had been made by her or gifts. A counter behind which a stove rested? Handmade. A series of wind-chimes and emblems from the various armies? Gifts for her deeds. As she walked down the hall she caught a glimpse of two portraits, one of a white-haired Elezen woman dressed in blue, Ysayle. She stopped for a moment looking at it. The woman was a heroine, like herself, though considered a heretic. Chosen by the mother crystal Hydaelyn to hold her echo Ysayle had become capable of transforming into the powerful primal of ice, Shiva. They had first met as enemies with Thyme seeking to root out heretics worshiping dragons and slay primals and Ysayle leading a group of heretics and being able to become one; but things had changed. In her heart Ysayle had wished for peace between dragons and all races and that had been the source of her power ultimately, at least in Thyme's eyes, and thusly, once the war finally reached a point where peace could be achieved, both women had quickly put aside their differences and had even become companions; one of the few Thyme felt truly trust-worthy. The second was a young hyur girl, much like herself, except with brown hair instead of red, freckles, and the look of a small farm girl dressed in the linen robes of a novice healer. Quickly Thyme moved her hand away from the portrait as she moved on deeper into the home. Passing by she moved on deeper into the home until she reached a small oven. Changing her clothes and attire into that of a chef's she slowly started to work, making herself a bowl of ice cream. Once done she started to head back out to the pond when a knock on the door came. "Who is it?" she asked as she put the bowel down and headed towards the door. No response. Then another knock. "If you're here about the Triple Triad tournament I told you I withdrew due to lack of time." she said as she reached the door. She grabbed the latch and pulled it open just in time to feel something hard, long, and cold slide into her stomach as the door opened. --- Thyme was enjoying one of the few, rare, peaceful moments of her life that she had now a days. Being the Warrior of Light she was often being whisked away to get involved in some major conflict. Be it helping to resolve the war between the Elezen and dragons, aiding a girl who claimed to be from a world called 'Vana'diel', expunging demons and vampires from haunted houses, ensuring the moogle mail was properly delivered, or whatever else, her life had become a huge bustle of late. Which was why now, sitting beside a small pond she had made herself in the back of her home in the Lavender Beds with her chocobo companion, Floofy Birdy, at her side was a very relaxing moment. She had met Floofy several years ago now and he had become the closest thing she had to a reliable companion in battle. Sure, she had allies, friends, but they had only recently started assisting her directly when the going got tough. So as she reached up to pet Floofy's feathers and stroke his beak she gave a happy sigh as her feet dabbled in the pond. "You know Floofy, when was the last time we really got some time off?" she asked him before stroking his beak. "I mean, really some time off? A few weeks ago it was telling stories to orphans and that should have been our time off." "Wark!" She smiled a bit as he quickly brought his beak up to peck her through her red hair in an affectionate manner. "Hey! Not too hard, remember? I'm only half your size!" she said with a giggle before getting up and heading back to her home, her soak in the pond lacking something... important. Her home was a 'modest' one in that it was just a basic home layout without excess size, but she had gone to town in regards to filling it up. Just inside the door was a nice and heavy table with lace tablecloths and beautiful silverware and portraits lining the wall, all of which had been made by her or gifts. A counter behind which a stove rested? Handmade. A series of wind-chimes and emblems from the various armies? Gifts for her deeds. As she walked down the hall she caught a glimpse of two portraits, one of a white-haired Elezen woman dressed in blue, Ysayle. She stopped for a moment looking at it. The woman was a heroine, like herself, though considered a heretic. Chosen by the mother crystal Hydaelyn to hold her echo Ysayle had become... ... Something was wrong. She had just had these thoughts. Quickly she darted forwards to the kitchen noting that it was empty, exactly as it should be. Floofy was outside, just as he should be, and everything seemed normal, but something was wrong. She could feel it ever so faintly. There had been no knock, there wouldn't be for several more minutes, there SHOULDN'T be one, but she wasn't going to risk it. If she was wrong, no harm no foul. If she was right... Carefully she approached the door before reached forwards to touch the knob, almost as if it were covered in slime, before she quickly flung it open! Standing just outside was a young hyur girl, dressed in the linens of a novice conjurer, with long brown hair and freckles on her face. "You're early." remarked the girl as she looked up at her with a broad, huge, unnatural smile on her face. "All the better though. Hello Warrior of Light. Now is the time to DIE!" cried out the girl as magical water formed up around her hands before blasting it forwards sending Thyme flying back down her hallway, knocking aside a multitude of things. Quickly Thyme sprung up to her feet as she jumped away, getting some distance, before she started to focus on the primal ether. "Edda? What the hell are you doing here? I saw you fall off the edge into the... Damnit! Why are the bards always right?" she cursed as fire formed up around her hands. Edda raised up a staff as huge pieces of earth came to her side and shot down the hall, once, twice, thrice, as Thyme answered in kind with blasts of flame, once, twice, and thrice! Wind shot down the way, launched from Edda, but Thyme knew it well to be no natural wind but the slicing blades of an Aero spell. Green wind burst forth surrounding her as her arms came up to protect herself, feeling the lacerating cuts all over her body; but she wasn't some frail being. "Cure!" she called out as she felt the regenerative energy flow through her body, knitting together the cuts as the restorative energy of the land answered her call. Quickly she held out her arms to her side. "OL BOLAPE A NOCO DE HYDAELYN" Fire and ice in kind formed up around her hands, coursing over them as flames started to lick up her arms and ice freeze over her wrists. "EN DOOAIN BOLAPE PAGE OD VICTORY" Sparks of thunder joined the twins of flame and frost, darting too and fro over her body as golden circles formed around her wrists and above her head. "Yesss... Come Servant of Hydaelyn! Show me what you have! Let it be wondrous!" called out Edda as she spread her own arms wide and the smile growing beyond what any mortal could attain. "OLAPIRETA PI BOLAPE TURBS MAY PI SHINE THROUGH OL!" Thyme's eyes shot wide open as she raised both her hands up high into the air. "ASTRAL FIRE!" she cried out at the top of her lungs as a mighty plume of flame, as if reaped from the stars themselves, bellowed down the hallway towards Edda! --- Thyme gasped for air. She could feel the knife in her belly and see the blood on the ground, her blood, slowly pooling. "Come now Warrior of Light, are you so frail as to be defeated in one blow?" came a female voice. Thyme didn't need to look up to know who it was. "Edda. No... Whatever the hell you are... GET AWAY FROM ME!" she cried out as she reached into a small satchel at her side, searching for a small gem into which her power as a black mage was stored, yet her fingers could not find it. No matter. She grabbed the next best thing. "Class change: Summoner!" she cried out as the smock and chef's knife seemed to melt into liquid light as the gem in her fingers glowed a brilliant white light. It hovered before her as light suddenly burst forth from Thyme's own body and seemed to lace up around her, forming into the garb and weapon of a summoner. "A summoner now?" asked Edda. "You wish to dash this girls dreams?" --- "Hey! Miss!" Thyme looked over towards the entrance to the local inn, still nursing a bad wound or two from clearing the dungeon. A young girl dressed in the linens of a novice conjurer came rushing forwards, waving her hands. Thyme remembered her as the healer of the unlucky group she had seen right outside of the dungeon. Things... had not gone well. She had been lacking in skill, their party having to fall back on potions, and their warrior... Thyme had not seen the full scene but the group had been short one member and this girl had been hunched over, carrying something the same size as a human head, and had been bawling her eyes out when Thyme had arrived. "Hey! I... I've heard of what you did back there in the dungeon. How... How... you managed to beat those things. I just wanted to let you know, I messed up big time in there. It cost me something dear to me that I can never reclaim. But after hearing what you did, I've decided. I'm going back to the basics, working and training harder to become a better conjurer. Who knows? If I get good enough I can heal you one day!" "Ummm... Okay? What's your name girl?" "Edda." --- "I don't care what you think fiend! I know full-well what you are!" hissed Thyme as she cast a cure spell on herself before reaching out with her mind. The primal forces of the world were dangerous. Even to those, like Ysalye, who knew their touch it was far too easy to be swept up in their flow, but it was possible to tap into their power in only small amounts. She knew which power she needed. She knew its name. Garuda. The mistress of wind. She called upon it, forming it up into a small being beside her, an effigy. "What am I then?" said Edda as she raised her hand up. "Voidsent. A monster that inhabits the bodies of others, twisting and warping them to its whim. Your kind tried to take my master. You shall now feel my wrath! Garuda, get some contagion's on her. Time for some poison!" commanded Thyme as she focused on conjuring up the sickening, destructive, miasma's to sap away at the voidsent's strength. "Fire!" called out Edda as a blast of flame shot forth from her staff, slamming hard into Thyme's body. "What the hell?" cried out Thyme as the flames struck her, but she quickly patted them off. She had felt fire plenty of times before, but the sudden follow-up of both ice and thunder impacting her sent her flying back into a wall. Conjurer's couldn't tap into that kind of magic! "Now you're really ****ing me off!" cried out Thyme as she jumped upright, her mind reaching well past the 'normal' safe limits as she watched her effigy attack Edda, only for the latter to laugh it off. Thyme wanted more power. She wanted this thing to be DEAD! She tapped into that might that had sundered the land itself. She felt the primal energy flowing through her, might beyond what was safe, as she raised her hands up to point to Edda. "Flare!" --- Thyme collapsed on the ground, clad in nothing but her undergarb, as Edda stood at the opposite end of the hallway, two gems in her hand. Thyme remembered having just cast Astral Fire, but also having just cast Mega-Flare, and she could even see the tiny effigy of Garuda hovering off on the side, casting furiously away but to seemingly no effect. "How did you... That's not possible." "Black Mage, Summoner, which shall you offer to me next? Scholar? Paladin? Monk? Wail on this body all you want all that you'll do to me..." Edda's face suddenly changed and shifted, becoming pale, almost deathly, and far more human in appearence before letting out a painful wail. A wail Thyme knew well as being set on fire and blasted with the primal forces. Then, suddenly, she hushed up. "Is hurt her more." Okay. Time to think. This thing had taken two gems from her. It seemed that calling upon power was what it desired, but that wasn't the problem. She could call on force all she wanted and could even bring down the most powerful thing possible, but then things would instantly change. It was almost certainly an illusion, one meant to keep her off balance, but what was going on? Soul Gems couldn't just be taken. Only certain people could even touch them and they were often attuned to one person. Yet why hadn't this thing killed her when it had the chance back at the start? In between the illusions? A cheap shot, yes, but it would get the whole satchel. Unless... Wait. Garuda was still here and attacking Edda? That wasn't possible. It should have vanished the moment she lost the gem. Thyme knew exactly what she needed. Her hand darted into her pouch to grab a smooth white gem in the shape of an egg as she transformed again. She didn't say anything, there was no need to do something so extravagant as that, as the soft white robes with a triangle red trim and a smooth white staff with a marbled head formed up. Light flowed into the staff as she calmly raised it overhead, sending it flying upwards. "Holy." --- Brilliant light flared forwards as Edda stumbled backwards, a twisted and warped, demonic, form coming forth from her backside, stumbling backwards, clutching its eyes in pain, as the pure light wounded it. Both had been illusions. She wasn't sure when, she suspected when she had first opened the door, but the voidsent had tried to manipulate her mind. "You foul girl! I'll strip the flesh from your bone!" hissed out the voidsent as it raised its hands up, sending fire and ice her way. Thyme stood still, not trying to dodge, as she raised the staff up and life flowed through her body, pulsating through her, renewing her. "You're just a white mage! A WHITE MAGE! Pitiful! Weak! I hold both of your most powerful gems now! You can't stand against me!" it screamed out before trying to call up upon the power of the primals in the form of shadowy flame. The ground turned a sickly black underfoot. Like lightning Thyme sprinted away as she made a small circle with her staff and earth formed up around her before shooting forwards to impact into the voidsent. "I am the White Mage. I don't use this gem much because it's not my style but..." The voidsent shot a spear of ice towards Thyme. Quickly Thyme focused on her body, hardening it, petrifying pieces of it, turning them to stone before she grabbed the spear out of midair and flung it aside, sending it clattering to the ground. A move like that was draining, but the voidsent didn't need to know that. "My spells are mostly healing. My power is mostly in tune with nature. Yet, in this form, I have stood up to Nidhogg himself. And won. With nothing more than pebbles, hot air, and my own tears as weapons. No flames, no primal power, just healing. And won. There will be only one outcome." Thyme quickly spun around as light pulsated from her staff, keeping it low to the ground, as a powerful wave of energy shot forth causing the ground to burst into flowering life while scourging the unclean from this world. --- Thyme rushed down to the final area of the deepcroft. The wedding invite had been as bad as she had feared. A wedding between a girl and a dead man, with only three invites sent out? Two to Edda's former companions and the third to herself, and in such a foul and twisted place? The outcome was blatant. She knew what lay ahead, but she didn't come in her Black Mage form or her Summoner form or any other. Instead... "Edda. Please. Stop this." said Thyme. She hadn't seen the girl since that day so long ago, but the girl was clearly different. Warped. She suspected that she had not studied to become a conjurer and, instead, been seized by the void. So she had come as a White Mage, the pinnacle of the conjurer, hoping to break through to her. The girl turned to her, her body clearly moving in an unnatural manner. "What you're dealing with, bringing back the dead, it can't be done. Not really. Whatever it offered you, look! You're husband isn't some natural being but a giant! His head is almost as big as you are! It doesn't care about you. It just wants to use you to accomplish its ends in this world! Please, Edda, listen..." --- "Please, Edda, listen." said Thyme, extending her hand towards the girl and voidsent. "Hear my voice, I am Thyme. I am the Warrior of Light. The woman who inspired you to keep going." "Thyme?" said Edda quickly before, suddenly, a massive blast of flame, came forth from her hands. Edda rose up, her hands spread wide, as it tried to focus. "OL BOLAPE A NOCO DE HYDAELYN! KYAAAAAAA!!!" it screeched outas the fire and ice tried for form up only to suddenly shatter and be burst apart. "You are no servant of Hydaelyn. Her will is not yours." said Thyme as she calmly walked forwards towards the screaming girl. "Those words... they weren't words of magic?" hissed the voidsent. "No matter! Garuda! Heed my call and come to me!" it cried out as it raised its hands up high... and nothing happened at all. "She will not come. It was I who bested her and not you. Not that it matters. The primal forces of this world are beyond those whom come from the void." said Thyme as she placed her hand on Edda's shoulder. A long, sharp, cold pain filled Thyme's belly as Edda pulled the knife and stabbed it into Thyme's gut, but it did not seem to matter as healing energy filled the air, knitting together the wound and healing her faster than it could call form damage. "If only you had paid attention to Edda and her abilities as a conjurer, you would have know that, facing a White Mage at the pinnacle of her power... You were ****ed." The forces of nature flowed through her body as spell after spell came forth from Thyme in rapid succession. The winds headed her call and tore into the voidsent as the earth pummeled it and the waters of the world sought to drown it out. Holy light pulsated forwards again and, no matter how many times it tried to cast a spell to hurt Thyme, a quick heal was all she needed. A few moments later Edda slumped down as the voidsent dispursed. Thyme could finally feel the girl in her non-possessed form, and knew the truth. There was no pulse. "I... I'm so sorry." said Edda, her body surviving only off the ambient healing magic. "I tried to become better and it promised me it would do that. If I just let it help, I could become strong, like you. I'm so sorry Thyme. I... didn't even know... what I was doing. I was such a fool." Thyme said nothing. She didn't know what to say. She wasn't some sage of wisdom or reassurance. "If... Maybe... we're not all... capable of... being heroes." muttered out Edda as the life started to flicker from her eyes. "I bet you... didn't... even... remember me." With that the ambient healing magic was spent and Edda's body slumped to the ground, lifeless. "I did."
  17. In a World of Their Own

    AUTHOR’S NOTES Hello everyone! It has been a while since this has had a proper update. I know that this rewrite of the first chapter is probably not what you were after, however I realized that in order to carry on I had to change how this was going a little. As well as with a little distance from writing I came back to realize I had some glaring mistakes that I needed to change before I got started any further. I apologize for that. This new base should however fix some of the errors I found. Also, a shout-out to my beta TheFreelancerSeal for pre-reading my works and leaving constructive criticism as without this I couldn’t grow and produce better writing for you to read so thanks! Without further ado onwards! Gunter had no idea what would happen with this new position he had been placed into but the last thing he’d ever expect was what was to come. He met Iago at the entrance of the northernmost fortress in Nohr. The foyer of the fortress as smaller then what was typical for its size. The room was lit by a single lantern by the door. The knight used the lantern’s flame to light his own. As he inspected his new surroundings it became more and more clear that the fortress had come to be neglected, as there was a layer of dust that carpeted the furniture and dirt hid in the corners. “We were happy to know we could count on you to run this cess-pit for us” the advisor explained “You have nothing to keep you from doing your duty” the sorcerer explained. The expression on his face was sinister. He knew he had struck a chord with the older man by reminding him all too soon of the village’s demise. Taking a breath, he calmed himself before responding with a curt nod, he didn’t trust himself with more than that. The tour continued onward to the kitchen. It was to, was small, not fit for any more than three people to work comfortably. An empty room was connected to the kitchen via a short hall. It struck the knight as odd; everything about the place was odd as if an error was made in the initial blueprints. The pair worked their way up a set of stairs and down a hallway. “This will be your office.” The mage’s voice snapped Gunter to attention. He peeked inside the office room. This was the only room as of yet that properly suited its’ purpose. There was a row of two chairs along the wall that the door was on. They were the audience to the desk that dominated everything around it, as if in command. Behind the desk stood a wall shelf filled with old books that likely contained documents. Off to the side sat a wood burning stove to provide heat in the depth of the winters Nohr was known for. “I know you will probably see your room next however, what I have in store for you next is why you are here” Iago gloated. He truly was intolerable, the way he almost bragged. What was so important that the king had moved him to such an isolated area? The duo came to the turret of the building and began to climb up the spiral stair case. Curiosity ate at the knight the closer they came to their destination. Finally the goal was in sight, the highest room of the tower. The magician stopped before the door to open it. It was unlike the other doors that they had passed by. The iron door was heavy, a small slit allowed for one to see in. A wave of anxiety rolled over the paladin. The door opened and produced a squeal from disuse. From what he caught from his peripherals it was a warning to the inhabitant, whoever it was should stay out of sight. “Come out, little rat!” the mage yelled. A small form trembled beneath an old bed frame. The sorcerer strode over to the bundle and ripped the blanket from the top of the bundle. The small figure was revealed to be a tiny girl with a mass of matted hair. Iago grinned maliciously down at the little girl and delivered a swift kick to her stomach. She wailed and writhed in pain. The paladin’s eyes widened in horror, this was a small child. “I told you, come when you are called, wretch!” bellowed the advisor in fury. Gunter was appalled by the lack of regard that sadist had, while this was nothing new for him this was certainly an all time low. The general placed himself between the child and the monster in attempt to prevent any more harm to come to her. “Please explain this new position I’ll be taking.” The older man inquired. “There is little to explain, you babysit this wretch and ensure she kept in this fortress at all time no excuses, no exceptions. Do I make myself clear?!”The demon sneered. The retainer shook his head, although there was still much he didn’t fully understand. All would make itself clear in time, it had to. He couldn’t stand seeing a child like that, his parental instincts screamed to protect this girl. If anyone knew the how the king dealt with deviants it was him. A nod seemed to be enough to make the mage head for the door. “Ah yes,” the mage turned to face the servant “here in case the reject forgets her place” Iago handed Gunter a whip. The knight could only nod and swallow down the ever-growing hate that grew. The final stop was the sleep quarters as promised. As master of the house, the attendant was given the largest room in the fort. The bed within its walls was the most comfort he’d be given the entire month. Sleep failed to find him that night as his mind mulled over the day’s events. The girl, who was she? Why was she treated the same as a prisoner? It was clear the questions wouldn’t be answered. The next day the king’s dog left for Krakenberg, which was a relief for the paladin. Not only was he gone from his side but he had no more chances to harm the little girl. He was all that she had now. Gunter vowed to protect this child and to love her as if she was his own. Nohrian life was harsh under King Garon’s rule but if she must be isolated, then maybe this would be a chance to change.
  18. A (very) late Christmas present!

    Hello everyone! So you might remember the Christmas fanfics I posted a while back. I wanted to post this one with them, but unfortunately could not due to it being part of a contest. Thankfully, the judging is over, which means I can now post this fanfic here! It's a Christmas fanfiction, but I hope you all enjoy! Also, this fan fiction marks the end of the Christmas fan fictions (until next time, that is)! https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12315639/1/Parade
  19. As Fate Decrees - A Fire Emblem Fates

    https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12034499/1/As-Fate-Decrees Summary: Anankos was defeated a century ago. Hoshido, Nohr, Valla, and the rest of the continent enjoyed a long lasting peace under the reigns of their hero kings and queens. As fate decrees, however, peace is destined to be undone. Now their descendants must struggle not only to maintain order against an ever increasingly chaotic world, but to survive. - Artorias Growing up in Valla, one grew accustomed to the cold. The country was a combination of Hoshido and Nohr's northern lands, gifted to King Corrin a century ago by the hero kings Ryoma and Xander. The Hoshidan half was bountiful and fertile, and the vast majority of Valla's harvests were grown on it. The Nohrian half was rich in ores and minerals, and as such many Vallites made a living through either farming or mining. Summer and Autumn had good harvests, more often than not but the winters were always bitter and harsh. Even inside the relative warmth of Valla's "Hall of Kings and Queens", Artorias could feel winter's bite. Fitting for such a grim day. The young man was kneeling before the largest statue in the stoney hall, built in it's center and ever so carefully maintained. It was a statue built in the likeness of the first king of Valla. The new Valla, at least. His golden eyes were set not on the features of the statue, but on the name engraved upon it's base. "King Corrin-Kamui Arianites I..." Artorias read aloud, his voice heavy and somber. "I wonder what you would make of this. During your good years you were considered an excellent ruler. During your best years, a hero." Even behind the stone doors that sealed the Hall, Artorias could not shut out the fevered cries of his people. "But then there were your later years. I suppose even the greatest of heroes cannot remain as such, whether through their own will or cruel circumstance." Artorias had never been able to relate to his great-grandfather. Many tales were told to him, but from what Artorias could gather he was a very different man from Corrin. He would likely be a very different King, as well. Gazing at the statue's features then, Artorias noted that he only scarce resembled the First King. Queen Azura Arianites' blood ran stronger through him, by his grandfather King Shigure-Socrates Arianites. Artorias stood tall, as he did, and was built strong yet agile as well. He bore the same aqua blue hair as his grandfather and great-grandmother, and shared his fair complexion with many Vallites. The Northern country had many sun-less days and long winters, after all. "Brother..." Yes, many traits of Azura's blood indeed. However he did not have the red eyes of Corrin or Kana. He was not born a dragon first, for only Corrin himself and Kana were born as such, and thus his dragonstone unleashed significantly less power compared to them. The gift the two shared came with a deadly curse, however, and they had bore to their end. "Brother. It's time." He could not even awaken the sacred sword of their house through his will, like his great aunt Kana-Korrinus could. Yet, as Artorias rose to his feet and turned his gaze on his twin sister, their golden eyes meeting each other in the dimly lit hall...he knew he must wield it all the same. The Yato lay flat along Astraia's palms, safe within it's golden sheath. Artorias took the blade with a nod and strode towards the doors of the Hall, leaving his musings on the First King behind him. The sound of his and Astraia's boots echoed throughout the stoney hall. "Brother, must it really be you that does this? Sir Drusus volunteered the moment of the sentencing. This is not-" "I must do this, sister." Artorias interrupted her, his voice blunt. "It is my duty as Valla's King." Just before he reached the stone doors he felt Astraia's hand clasp his left shoulder. Once again their golden eyes met, but this time the empathy and fear in his twin's gaze rang true for him. They, too, were very different people, but they were siblings all the same. Astraia had the kindness and empathy their ancestors were so well known for. "Astraia." Artorias' voice was softer now, as he gently moved Astraia's hand. "It is the duty of a Vallite Royal. I'd...not have it fall to you." Perhaps, in a way, Artorias had these traits as well. "You need not bear this burden alone!" Astraia tried to put anger in her voice, but she could find none. There was only sorrow and pain in it, pain that Artorias felt as well. All he could do was try to reassure his sister. "It's just...it's not right that this be your first act as King. This should not be a mark for what your reign will entail." "I know, and I do not." He stroked her arm gently before turning to the doors one last time. "But it does matter whether it is right or not. It is simply my duty, and I must carry it out." For one such as Artorias, this was a far more emotional display than normal. He could not afford to have such emotion make itself present outside of the Hall. He did not do this out of emotion, but of duty. They were right at the doors now, and the voices were louder than ever. The emotionally charged cries of their people. They called for blood. They called for peace. They called for revolution, and they called for order. Artorias would not be able to give them either. "The prisoner is in position, your majesty." The moment Artorias opened the stone doors he was met with the dutiful Edelfelt siblings. Edric was Astraia's caretaker, and Eris was his own. The silver-haired Edric had been the first to speak, and he fell right in line with Astraia as the two walked the stone path towards the city square. "Sir Drusus remains on stand-by. If you ever choose to change your mind, simply-" "Give the word. I know, Edric. Astraia informed me, and I must thank sir Drusus for his kind offer." Artorias needed to focus now, even if those closest to him wished otherwise. Ashen haired Eris was not so quick to speak as her older brother, as she often was, but she gave her liege a look similar to the one Astraia had, back in the Hall. The quarter was amongst the people now. Lined up against the houses and buildings that were so prevalent in the city of Valla. Not all of them could fit into the city square, but all the same they wanted to witness the events that were about to unfold. This was the first execution held in Valla since the earliest days of the First King. Artorias supposed he could not blame them for their eagerness. It was also...a heavily controversial event. Artorias was genuinely surprised, and relieved, that the common-folk had not stormed the wooden platform set up in the square. It was guarded by Sir Drusus and his men, armoured and armed for any possible threats. No doubt he had other soldiers set up throughout the city, scouting to make sure nothing would make this day bloodier than it was already bound to be. Artorias appreciated it, more than he could ever show. The King ascended up the steps of the platform, his sister and retainers behind him, with the mumblings and cries of his people soaking into the back of his mind. They were not what was important right now. All he needed to do was perform this duty, and get to work on restoring Valla's peace. Once atop the platform Artorias set his golden eyes on the prisoner. He was forced onto his knees, feet and hands bound tight, and he did not even look up to his King. Instead he rested his neck on the block of wood provided. He already accepted his fate, it seemed. Sir Drusus, of course, stood just behind the prisoner, halberd in hand. He was clad in the silver and black Valla's finest near always wore. The golden Vallite star was painted onto his breastplate, that all who faced such a warrior knew which country he hailed from. With his short, soft lilac hair, but hardened face, Sir Drusus was the very picture of a fine general. Artorias gave the older man a meaningful look, and with but a word he raised his halberd and banged it's base against the wooden platform. Once, twice, and on the third bang the common-folk quieted. "High Priest Thasus Quent." Artorias' voice carried throughout the square as he spoke. "You have been charged with Treason, Sacrilege, Murder, and Queenslaying." He paused, letting the last and greatest crime hang in the air to compose himself. "You have been found guilty of these crimes by the Court of Valla. Crimes punishable by death." Artorias unsheathed the golden Yato from it's sheath, the blade gleaming beneath the Vallite sun. In his hand rested the sword of a hero. The "Crux of Fate". The "Seal of Flames". It was said that it was only to be wielded by the greatest hero of a given era. Artorias could not help but note that he did not feel much a hero, especially with that blade in hand. "Do you have any last words?" "We are a godless nation!" Thasus cried out. "Heathens and damned, the lot of us! Valla had true king. A true god! And your ancestor slayed him!" Artorias said nothing. He would not interrupt the man's last words, regardless of how much he wished to. Again, though, his sister Astraia was not the same person as he. "You speak of the Silent Dragon? He was no King, and scarce a god. He was mad man! A dragon perhaps, great and powerful indeed, but degenerated beyond all hope." Astraia spoke with fire in her voice. "A pitiable soul, one that needed to be put to rest. Our ancestors are no god-slayers. Our people are not heathens. We live only because they chose to act." "God-slayers we are! Descendants of god-slayers and worshipers of god-slayers, and damned we shall remain! For it is a crime far, far worse than Queenslaying!" Thasus retorted, looking not to Astraia but to the crowd before him. Artorias felt his eye twitch at the statement. The rage that swelled in his chest at the condemned's words was such he needed to bite his lip to keep his silence. "Without the Silent Dragon who do we worship? To whom to we look to in prayer? We have no Dusk Dragon of Nohr. We have no Dawn Dragon of Hoshido. No god cares for Valla! No god cares for us!" He raised his head off the block, and even such a subtle movement was enough to have Sir Drusus ready his halberd. Artorias raised his hand, however, giving the knight the command to stand down. Thasus would have his last words. And then he would die. "I implore you, my good people. With no gods to care for us we are at the mercy of our mortal rulers. Each and every one of us is on a platform. A block! With royal blade hanging above our heads. How long before you find yourself speaking your final words? How long before you find yourselves in my position?" Thasus laid his head back along the block, and he closed his dark eyes. "What I have done, I did for the Silent Dragon. For our True King and our God." He took a calming breath, and he sighed. "What I have done, I did for Valla." What were the words of his grandfather, Shigure-Socrates? "From my experience, it is the maddest of men that oft give the greatest of speeches". Artorias believed his words then, and he believed them now. Gripping the Yato's hilt with both hands, King Artorias-Akihiko Arianites I took his position alongside the condemned. Artorias raised the Yato above his head and, with but a moment's hesitation, he let out a single whisper. "This is for Mother." The Yato cut clean, and the traitor's head rolled.
  20. Early Days- an FE:PoR fic

    Quick Author's notes: Timeline of the fic starts pre-canon and up through the start of the game itself. Focus is mostly on Rhys, Oscar, and then Titania, Mist, Boyd, and Rolf. The relationship focus is more 'found family' (or in the case of the brothers, family-family) than 'shippy. Just a look at how characters go from joining the band as young, raw recruits, to how it becomes their home and family. Because it starts a little ways before the events of the game, there are some OCs thrown in at the beginning, who are not really important as more than background. Feedback is welcome here. Chapter One: First Day ---/-/--- It's a simple enough job, just escorting a small caravan from one town to the next, along a rather notorious stretch of road. The mere presence of armed mercenaries might be enough to put off any bandits. The more established members of the group had certainly prepared them with enough stories of what such routine jobs were like. Oscar has something of an advantage. It might be his first time riding out with the Greil Mercenaries, but he had the training of a Crimean knight behind him, that was sort of experience. Rhys isn't sure if he should feel envious or not-- well, he's certain he shouldn't feel envious, but he isn't sure if he does anyway. He has experience, with healing, but never on the battlefield. He patched people up after training accidents, or if Alberich had been over-taxed and anyone returned from a job bearing injuries. Sometimes he suspects the old bishop sometimes left one or two small ones on purpose, just so that he could improve his skills. Alberich is looking to retire, though-- he and Irakliy both, an armor knight that had been with the company since some time in Gallia, which is all Rhys really knows about him. He's never even seen Irakliy out of his armor, though he's sure someone must have done, they all live and eat and work together. Irakliy already has a trusty replacement in the form of Gatrie, but he'd gone on several missions just to see it would work out, and though he won't be on this one, Alberich will. It's some comfort. Rhys won't have to carry the well-being of his friends alone. And if he's hurt himself, he'll have someone to turn to. Should any of their employers and charges be injured in a sudden attack, Alberich could stay behind and see to them while Rhys charged out just behind the mercenaries. He can think of a lot of situations in which it would be useful to have the older man along, and not only because he doesn't know how ready he is to handle the duties of a healer solo. When they set out, Titania rides to the front right of the caravan, with Alberich and another fighter behind her, and Rhys follows behind Oscar at the left, breathing a little easier knowing that they have a more seasoned warrior protecting him from any attacks from the rear. It had been Titania's suggestion that he and Oscar stick together at the start of it-- if there was to be trouble, she'd said, Oscar may have some experience under his belt from before his time with the mercenaries, but he was still likely to be thrown in harm's way, and to receive a blow or two. If he made certain he would always be able to ride back as far as Rhys could reach, he would be able to be healed. And if they got themselves surrounded and Rhys was in danger, it would be easy enough for Oscar to pull him up onto his horse and carry him to safety. The words 'easy enough' don't fill Rhys with a sense of confidence, exactly, but Titania's tone had. She'd been calm, confident, almost breezy about things that sounded difficult and dangerous to him. And Oscar certainly hadn't seemed rattled by the suggestion. Rhys had interrupted then, once, to ask if they oughtn't be paired differently, newcomer to experienced mercenary, but she'd told him that if there was trouble, she was going to be riding out into the thick of it ahead of Oscar, and if she found herself in danger, Alberich would be able to reach her with a Physic staff, without having to put himself in the line of fire. 'Besides,' she had added, 'you and Oscar will get along nicely, I'm sure you'll be great friends'. He'd stammered, and blushed, and apologized-- to Titania, for questioning her judgment when he still had so much to learn, and to Oscar, for any accidental slight. By the time they were ready to go, however, even if Rhys had not forgotten his own embarrassment, Titania and Oscar both seemed to have. He thinks back to it a few times, as they walk alongside the caravan, resolving each time to put it out of his mind. He won't be green forever, after all. Now he knows that even if he can't see them from his inexperienced perspective, Titania has reasons for the decisions she makes, and the commander wouldn't put her in charge of a small unit of her own if he didn't trust her to bring them all home safely. And Oscar... Oscar is good-natured and friendly and not the type to hold a grudge, especially not over an imagined insult. The horses plod along slowly, to allow everyone on foot to keep pace. The sound of hooves is steady and grounding, and the smell of sun-warmed grass growing along the sides of the road is sweet like summer afternoons... There's little chatter-- there had been some, when they'd first started out, and it had died away naturally, to leave the sound of the turning wheels, the horses' hooves against hard-packed earth, the whoop and whistle of birdsong in the trees... Slowly but surely, Rhys feels his nerves ebb away. The trees they pass, single or in little clusters, are not what he had once imagined-- twisty trunks and widespread branches and bright, cheery leaves, leaves the color of Oscar's hair, really. Not the thick, dark woods he'd first pictured, with bandits lurking behind each one. Here and there, scattered wildflowers dot the verge. It's true they pass no farms, no friendly settlements or posted guards of any official capacity to keep the road safe, but it hardly feels like it deserves its reputation. The caravan comes to a halt, on Titania's orders, before they can reach a blind corner, where rocky outcroppings and thick trees obscure the bridge ahead, and they wait for her to ride ahead and scout things, and that's when the nerves make their return. It still isn't as bad as imagining what might be, before even setting out. Rhys feels in control of his fears, trusting Titania's leadership, and the skill of all his companions. He feels ready to take on the duties of a healer on the battlefield, if that's what it comes to-- to face the clash of weapons and the tang of copper in the air should enough blood spill. To be responsible for his friends' lives, as they will be for his. She orders Alberich to stay back with the caravan, when she returns-- if it is a trap, he's capable of going on the offense as well as healing, and even from over the trees and boulders, they'll see his light magic as sure as any beacon, they'd be able to ride back to his side. But, she tells them, she doubts the bandits are clever enough to spring a trap on two levels like that-- they're just hoping to catch a whole caravan unawares turning the corner, to spring out at the bridge where maneuvering will be difficult. It's unlikely they plan to draw the caravan's guard forward only to come out of hiding at the rear. The best hiding places are all ahead, or too far behind to be of any good. They move forward slowly, in a tight group up until they reach the bridge itself, the riders keeping their horses to the same slow pace as the caravan had gone. It makes it easy for Rhys to stay close behind Oscar, shielded from trouble that way. The clamor is worse than he could have anticipated-- when the bandits do leap out of hiding on hearing Titania's horse clatter across the wooden bridge, they shout at the top of their lungs, one even knocks weapons together to add to the noise, and once the fighting really starts, there's no escape from the ringing of lances hitting armor, of sword against sword, of Titania's axe cleaving straight through the wood handle of an enemy javelin only to hit against a vambrance on the next swing-- or the quieter, but more sickening sound, of weapons sinking into flesh and scraping bone. There are shouts, on both sides, but Rhys can't focus to make them out. He can only focus on Oscar, and on anyone else who falls back to his side, either to shield him from an enemy or to be healed. He feels like there ought to be a sense of guilt or shame, at using Oscar like a human shield. Oscar has two younger brothers he's responsible for, after all, isn't it a bit heartless? But Alberich had strongly recommended the practice of staying behind someone at all times, he'd even mentioned using Irakliy as a human shield, used those exact words, and Rhys knows Alberich had been anything but dismissive of Irakliy's worth. If anything, he thinks, the old bishop saw the man as a brother. The years they spent together with the Greil Mercenaries overshadowed the separate lives they had led before joining. The battles fought side by side forged a bond. It's a bond Rhys still can't fathom, when all his work so far had been back at base. But feeling it for himself is a big part of the draw of graduating to a real member of the band. Knowing firsthand what it is to put your lives in someone's hands like this is immense, perhaps as immense as the first lure of a life in the clergy had been. It was a brotherhood on par with what he might have found at a monastery, even before taking to the field of battle himself. Now... Now, provided they all make it back in one piece, it might be something greater. It isn't as big as faith itself, it doesn't overshadow that calling... no, but it is not overshadowed by it, either. It's complemented. Raised up. After all, his duties are the same, in the broadest sense. He may be just a novice, but whether he is a mercenary or not, his lot is to heal the wounded, to offer spiritual counsel, to do his best to understand what is needed from him as a servant of Ashera. It's exhilarating and overwhelming, and he feels like he might faint at times, even being kept back from the front lines. With the narrow bridge, and the surprisingly large number of bandits, it's difficult for anyone to break forward-- it seems almost as if when one foe falls, another takes his place, though Rhys tells himself that can't be, that he must be exaggerating it all to himself, his dizzied senses and inexperience blowing the fight out of proportion. It's Titania out in the front, seemingly in no need of him, and Oscar holding the line at their end of the bridge, should any bandits slip past her. They do have one fighter moving between the two when he can, and an archer standing to the side of the bridge, armed with a longbow should any bandits try fording the narrowest point rather than taking the bridge. Rhys is completely unprepared, when Oscar does pull him up onto the back of his horse, but he holds on as tight as he can, as an arrow whizzes past them, a bandit making it far enough forward to attack him despite his largely protected position. Luckily, it's a move that leaves him open to Oscar in mere moments, and no one needs Rhys' skills too immediately until it's all over. It feels so sudden, after how long it had all seemed to stretch on when it was happening, and Rhys wonders if that's normal, or if he only needs to get used to the tide of battle. It's a shock, to have things feel so quiet and still again, and it's only the fact that his arms have gone rigid where they're locked around Oscar that keeps him from swooning right off the horse when he finally takes in the bodies of the bandits. The sniper suggests pushing the one off of the bridge and into the creek, perhaps kicking the rest after him even if their bodies lie further from the bank, but Titania wrinkles her nose at the suggestion. "We'll cover them. Even bandits deserve that much. Oscar, take Rhys back to the caravan. I'll call you forward in a moment, but let them know the danger's passed." She orders, and Rhys feels so detached from things that it's almost a surprise when he feels the horse move. Oscar passes her message to the caravan, before carefully prying Rhys' arms off and helping him down from the horse, following after. "You're looking a little green around the gills. Are you all right?" He asks, his smile kind-- if a bit cheery for someone fresh from a battle. Rhys decides to find it reassuring. "I-- I will be, thank you. It was my first time out there... and I've never seen-- I'll do better." "I'm sure you will." Oscar nods. "We both will." "Did you see much action, with the knights?" "Much? No. No, not much. But it was good training. Enough to prepare me for this. Well-- during my time, things were just so peaceful anyway. Little border skirmishes here and there, or bandits like these, that would be the worst of it, really. But-- never another real army, of course, so... About like this, at the worst. I'm sorry I almost let you get hit-- I didn't see him until he was so close. I'd thought there was no one who could get to you." "But you did see him in time. You really have nothing to apologize for." "It's the one thing the knights didn't prepare me for-- I never had to guard a priest before. I learned to go back to back with another knight, back before they put me on a horse, and how to guard a partner's weak side while he guarded yours, and... lots of things, but-- Like I said, we'll both do better." "Yes. Yes, of course we will." Rhys agrees. Oscar mounts his horse again, before Titania beckons them all forward, and the caravan resumes its slow, steady pace, crossing the bridge in peace. The bodies had been moved to the side of the road, covered with branches in lieu of a proper burial. Rhys supposes it's the best that could really be done, but he still feels a little sick, just seeing their feet all lined up. A part of him wishes he could have saved them, even though they were the enemy. They hadn't been evil men, necessarily, only desperate ones... Perhaps it would be easier to think of them as evil, and to say it couldn't be helped, but if they'd just surrendered before it was too late, he might have healed them. Desperate and stubborn, then. But not all jobs will be that way, nor all bandits. And even if there was nothing he could do for his enemies, he'd healed his friends, and looking around at them, at Titania and at Oscar, and even at Alberich, with whom he'd never shared the battlefield, Rhys could begin to understand that special bond.
  21. Welcome to Fates Fanfiction Central Previously much of the story discussion and fanfiction writing conversations were being held in Yari's Fixing Fates Story Issues (Spoilers) thread. Unfortunately it has grown too bloated for individual author's ideas to be easily seen by curious viewers (or for disorganized writers like myself who forget where they wrote down all their ideas). So I've created a new thread where everyone's ideas can be discussed and included in an easy to access OP. Feel free to message me if you'd like your ideas to be included in the OP. Each writer will have their own spoiler section for their ideas. As the thread titles suggests, the posts and ideas discussed here will concern MAJOR SPOILERS so venture in at your own risk. Now, without further ado, I offer you a survey. You can always add more information if the questions don't cover all the ideas you'd like recorded. FE Fates Fan Fiction Survey 1. What routes are you working on? Is it an amalgamation of all three? Is it an alternate universe style retelling? 2. What notable changes would you make to the plot? Are problematic elements (the curse, the magic throne, the crystal ball, operation tears, Nohr and Hoshido being too black and white, everything Aqua does) going to be addressed? Are there any themes to be communicated over each route? What is the overall direction and "point" of each route? 3. What notable changes would you make to the characters? What is Kamui all about (background, personality, abilities)? What is Aqua all about (personality, role in the plot)? What are the Hoshidan and Nohrian siblings all about (personalities, roles in the plot)? What is Garon, Mikoto, Lilith or any other important character all about? What is Hydra all about (role in the plot)? What changes will be made to minor characters 4. What notable changes would you make to the setting? What ideas do you have for world building? What kind of history does this continent have? What is the balance of natural and supernaturual elements? Are the Faceless and invisible enemies in your story? 5. Do any characters die? 6. Do you introduce any new characters? 7. Are any characters going to be cut? If your ideas are posted elsewhere on the internet, you may also include links to those sources. Different authors and their ideas. [spoiler=NekoKnight] FE Fates Fan Fiction Survey 1. What routes are you working on? Is it an amalgamation of all three? Is it an alternate universe style retelling? Working on Nohr but will consider doing Hoshido as well. There will be no 3rd route. 2. What notable changes would you make to the plot? Are problematic elements (the curse, the magic throne, the crystal ball, operation tears, Nohr and Hoshido being too black and white, everything Aqua does) going to be addressed? All of these plot elements have been discarded and work is being done to make Nohr/Hoshido less black and white. Are there any themes to be communicated over each route? As each route is defined by the choice Kamui makes, there will be a different theme, based on the faction you choose. Nohr is about duty over justice. Hoshido is about doing the moral thing over what you want to do. What is the overall direction and "point" of each route? Nohr will transition into the invasion more quickly, the conquest of Hoshido completed earlier and the latter 1/3 of the story being devoted to the rebellion against Garon. I haven't given Hoshido has much thought, but I imagine it would be a combination of defending themselves from the invasion, solving internal issues and defeating Garon. 3. What notable changes would you make to the characters? What is Kamui all about (background, personality, abilities)? -Kamui is idealistic but not as naive (he was only locked up for the first 6 years after his abduction). Is passionate about defending the weak and prefers non-lethal solutions to problems. In spite of a Nohrian upbringing, he believes in the inherit goodness of people. Kamui was kidnapped and ransomed to force a trade agreement with Hoshido but they refused. Kamui's dragon powers are a result of recieving certain genes. What is Aqua all about (personality, role in the plot)? -Aqua is the daughter of the Water Tribe chieftain in western Nohr (that giant lake area). She is never taken to Hoshido and replaces Rinka and Suzukaze as the prisoners you fight in the second chapter, after Marx puts down her tribe's rebellion. She has a friendly, if not occasionally snarky, personality. Her magical singing is a special skill taught in her clan. What are the Hoshidan and Nohrian siblings all about (personalities, roles in the plot)? -Ryoma is a stubborn upholder of traditions and doesn't believe in the social mobility common in Nohr. He holds a grudge against Nohr for killing his father and taking Kamui. He's aloof in person but passionate in battle. -Hinoka is a more experienced battle commander and warrior, something she dedicated herself to since Kamui's kidnapping. She is bold and reckless, but a paragon of Hoshidan warrior culture, alongside Ryoma. -Similar to the canon characterization, Takumi suffers from serious middle-child syndrome and works the hardest to prove himself. He hates Kamui most of all for consuming his older sibling's attention and for betraying Hoshido. -Sakura is mature for her age but is concerned about her ability to contribute to the family. She is serene and determined, the most like her mother out of the five siblings. -Marx is strictly concerned with chivalry and upholding one's duties. Though he is dedicated to justice and protecting the common people, he's stubbornly loyal to Garon. He is the 3rd eldest and last surviving child (his two older brothers died in the last Hoshido/Nohr conflict) of the king and queen. -Camilla has PTSD from her participation in the Waifu Wars but hides it behind a motherly facade. She has attachment anxiety and clings onto Kamui with the belief that his status as a foreigner will make him safe from Nohr's deadly court politics. She's both a talented warrior and political strategist making her one of Garon's favorite children. -Leon is a prodigal mage and able battle commander. He is an only child and had the happiest childhood amongst his siblings. His ruthlessness is inline with Nohrian values but often puts him at ends with the more idealistic Kamui. -Elise is also an only child and was born at the end of the Waifu Wars. She's neglected by her mother (who is busy enjoying an extravagant lifestyle as one of Garon's mistresses.) She often feels lonely and unneeded but tries to maintain a cheerful personality to support her siblings who she feels have worse problems than she does. What is Garon, Mikoto, Lilith or any other important character all about? -Garon is a strict and brutal leader who isn't shy about using underhanded tactics to further the interests of his kingdom. He has a hatred of Hoshidans, and while he isn't unnecessarily cruel to Kamui, he is emotionally distant to them. His existence is to show what Marx would become if not for Kamui's influence. There is no Gooron. -Mikoto has the same personality and role as her canon portrayal. -Lilith has been cut. What is Hydra all about (role in the plot)? -Hydra has been cut. What changes will be made to minor characters? [spoiler=Characters] [spoiler=Shared] Joker: Kamui's snarky but reliable butler. He's the youngest child of a minor noble family so he didn't have many opportunities to advance until he came into Kamui's household. He apprenticed under Gunter who taught him how to be a proper vassal. Silas: Kamui's childhood friend and a yet to be ordained knight under the service of Lord Ackerman (new character). He has the best rapport with Kamui and is thought by many to have feelings for them, although Kamui hasn't noticed. Aqua: The daughter of the water tribe's chieftain in Nohr. After her tribe's failed rebellion, she is kept as a political hostage and left in Kamui's household. She has mystical singing powers and a calm and caring personality that makes her fast friends with Sakura and Elise. Mozume: A farm girl orphaned after her village (which resides in eastern Nohr, an area with a notable population of Hoshidans) was razed by bandits. She's quite shy because of her accent but has a surprisingly bold personality if you get to know her. Ashura: An ex-ninja from the now non-existent Kouga country, he has lived a rough life of banditry and mercenary work since. He's cynical and slow to trust but has incredible insight to the underworld of Hoshido and Nohr. Suzukaze: A ninja of Hoshido but doesn't serve a particular lord. He is the twin brother of Saizo and caretaker for Midoriko. His polite and approachable demeanor makes him popular in the army. He is not fond of violence and prefers to use his talents for collecting information. He'll side with Kamui in Nohr when Kamui announces their plans to defeat Garon. Midoriko: A war orphan from the last Hoshido/Nohr war. She makes and sells medicine to make ends meet but she was looked after by both Suzukaze and Saizo. Her cute mannerisms and hardworking nature made her something of an idol in the army. She is recruited by Suzukaze after he pledges himself to Kamui and the defeat of Garon. Crimson: A Wyvern Knight and the daughter of the late king of Chevalier. She is determined to restore her country's honor after a certain incident. She's a skilled and powerful warrior but has a passion for decorating things. She will ally with Ryoma in Hoshido to make up for the wrongdoings of her father. She will ally with Kamui in Nohr after they help liberate Chevalier from a Nohrian assault. Shigure: Another member of the Water Tribe. Well meaning but brash, he tried to impress Aqua with his leadership abilities and convinced her father to rebel against Nohr. When his plan backfired, he deeply regretted his foolhardiness and pledged to rescue Aqua, independent of his village. By the time he meets the party he has almost given up hope and is planning a dangerous attack on the capital. [spoiler=Nohr] Gunter: A seasoned knight who acted as the master of arms for Garon's children. He is stern but kind, acting as a surrogate father to Kamui. He meets his unfortunate end at the Infinite Chasm after a routine scouting mission goes awry. Elfie: A noble-born knight and guardian of Princess Elise. She is extremely devoted to training and Elise's protection that many find her unsociable. Her single-minded determination and overwhelming strength has earned her a number of fans, however. She has the appetite of a bear but always burns off any weight she gains. Harold: A low-born man with a deep passion for justice. Before he came into the service of Princess Elise, he wandered around Nohr protecting the weak from harm, asking for little in return. He has remarkably bad luck and is never far from danger, but somehow he has always survived his encounters. He's the unknowing father of Lutz. Ophelia: A mercenary mage and former lover to Soleil. An eccentric girl obsessed with fancy names and spellcraft, she stands in contrast to her more grounded partner, Zero. She believes she was chosen for a grand purpose in life but is still searching for what that may be. She's hired by Leon to assist Kamui in the subjugation of the Ice Tribe. Zero: An orphan who grew up in the slums of Nohr's capital, he made a living as a thief, street ear and child prostitute. He has little conception of personal space and his lewd comments often put people on edge. He has a sadism streak and has been known to deliberately cripple targets, rather than outright kill them. Currently he is a mercenary hired by Prince Leon and works alongside Ophelia. Flora: A maid in service to Kamui's household and unknown to them, the daughter of the Ice Tribe's chieftain. She has a playful personality but occasionally has bouts of depression. While affectionate towards Kamui and Joker, she places her own family first and takes part in her family's rebellion. She dreams of eventually starting a family one day and returning to her village. Flannel: The chieftain of the werewolves at Garou Peak and the fiance of Velour. He seeks Kamui's aid when dark magic starts making his people go feral. While the Garou are generally reclusive, he has a fondness for making trips to the city and is a snappy dresser. He loves picking up knickknacks, a passion shared by his fiance. Luna: The daughter of a noble family and a vassal to Princess Camilla. Her mother was an extremely talented fighter herself leading to Luna acquiring an inferiority complex. She's highly competitive and is often irked by Belka's indifferent attitude to her challenges. Luna has a passion for shopping and works hard to pay for her hobby. Belka: An emotionally distant, former child assassin now serving as a vassal to Princess Camilla. She kills freely and barely reacts to the death of comrades, which has led some to describe her as as cold blooded as the wyvern she rides. She is seemingly incapable of feeling affection but is secretly lonely and laments not knowing how to communicate with others. [spoiler=Character Ages] Joker: 20 Silas: 16 Aqua: 17 Mozume: 15 Ashura: 35 Suzukaze: 18 Midoriko: 12 Crimson: 23 Shigure: 20 Gunter: 62 Elfie: 20 Harold: 29 Ophelia: 16 Zero: 21 Flora: 19 Flannel: 25 Luna: 18 Belka: 17 Nyx: 125 (although she stopped aging at 13) Charlotte: 20 Benoit: 27 Lazwald: 21 Pieri: 20 Seigbert: 20 Velour: 23 Lutz: 14 Soeleil: 17 Ignis: 28 4. What notable changes would you make to the setting? What ideas do you have for world building? What kind of history does this continent have? What is the balance of natural and supernatural elements? -The main plot is mostly a political struggle (no world ending dragons) although the fantasy tropes prevalent in Fire Emblem are still there. There are lingering influences of the dragons from the past (the physical state of the continent, the royal's dragon blood, and dragon spirits that occasionally possess people. Are the Faceless and invisible enemies in your story? -Faceless are removed and replaced with bandit attacks, or possessed enemies. There are no invisible enemies. 5. Do any characters die? Many characters do (particularly recruitable characters from the opposite route). Some allied characters may die as well. 6. Do you introduce any new characters? A few Nohrian characters are introduced. Lord Fulmore, the Warden of the South. Lord Ackerman, the Warden of the East. Chieftain Aquarion, Aqua's father. Also mentioned is Crimson's father, the king of Chevalier. If I write Hoshido, they are also get an assortment of lords. 7. Are any characters going to be cut? Cut Characters: Odin, Eponine, Foleo, Sophie, Kanna, Deere, Tsukuyomi, Mitama, Grey, Felicia and Izana (no longer recruit-able) [spoiler=Alazen] [spoiler=Some Key Differences] Kamui's Parentage: Kamui is not Hydra's birth child. He is the 2nd child of Mikoto and Sumeragi. -Warrant: The reveal that Kamui isn't Sumeragi's birth child is blatantly an excuse to let Kamui marry from both sets of siblings. 2nd Gen: There is no 2nd Gen. Nor is there a Secluded Realm. -Warrant: Fates' 2nd Gen manages to be even less significant than Awakening's. It's embarrassingly obvious that Fates' 2nd Gen was shoehorned due to the presence of a 2nd Gen in Awakening. The Secluded Realm serves as an excuse for the children to all be of fighting age without including a timeskip or time travel. Awakening Returnees: ​None beyond cameos that are treated as such. -Warrant: The Invisible Kingdom has failed to address the presence of the Awakening characters in a way that doesn't drag down the setting. Character Consolidation: Ryoma and Hinoka have been merged into one elder Hoshidan sibling, Elise and Sakura into one possible younger Nohr sibling. Felicia and Flora are one servant from the Ice Tribe. -Warrant: Of all their problems, the royal sisters suffer from a lack of significance for how close they supposedly are to Kamui. In particular, Hinoka's crowning moments include seeing through a disguise and Kamui pretending to slay her. Flora is noticeably more significant with a certainly more rounded characterization than Felicia. Examples of Cross-path Changes -Aqua has been removed from Fates entirely. Elements linked to her such as the prophecy have been removed or reworked. -No returning Awakening characters beyond cameos that aren't acknowledged as actually there. -There is no 2nd Gen. There is no Secluded Realm. Any 2nd Gen characters that can be salvaged will be recruitable conventionally. Examples of Hoshido Changes -The heavenly children are Firstborn Daughter Hinoka, Kamui, and Takumi. Ryoma and Hinoka have been merged into the eldest heavenly child. Sakura has been cut out to trim down on siblings. -One opposing leader in Hoshido is a daimyo whose territory was forced to surrender to Sumeragi. He or she has both the resentment and resources to oppose Sumeragi's children. -Rinka's ethnicity has a history of conflict with other Easterners. Examples of Nohr Changes -One of the Nohr sisters is axed. -Fake Garon is gone. An alternative is for Hydra's faction to make contact with Garon and send assistance. The Maids and Joker -Flora and Felicia are now one character. Her backstory is that she's the daughter of the ruler of a land conquered by Nohr. She was taken as a hostage to Nohr, putting her in the position to meet Kamui and be in his inner circle. She's an ally if Kamui stays with Nohr, an enemy if she leaves it. -Joker is the son of a Nohrian noble who had the clout to have him study in the castle. He meets Kamui and the two hit it off. A dependable schemer, he follows Kamui in all routes. Suzukaze and Saizou -The shinobi brothers are the sons of a Fuuma jizamurai. Fuuma was invaded and conquered by Sumeragi's army with the brothers' father killed in the war. The two brothers were taken to Hoshido as hostages. -Suzukaze knows what happened to his homeland and father, planting the seeds for leaving Hoshido 1. What routes are you working on? Is it an amalgamation of all three? Is it an alternate universe style retelling? At least 2 Paths (Hoshido, The New Order). 2. What notable changes would you make to the plot? Are problematic elements (the curse, the magic throne, the crystal ball, operation tears, Nohr and Hoshido being too black and white, everything Aqua does) going to be addressed?No curse, magic throne is out, got rid of the crystal, don't even think about Operation Tears, Nohr might be ''evil'' but Hoshido surely isn't ''good'', Aqua has been axed entirely. Are there any themes to be communicated over each route?A. How far will you go for your dream? To get what you're owed? B. How should the world be ruled? What is the overall direction and "point" of each route?Hoshido-Kamui leaves Nohr to claim his birthright. He works within Hoshido to get the trust of his peers, fighting both inner and outer threats. Nohr-Kamui works for validation from Marx and Garon. He's not out for Hoshidan blood, so he'd be down with the power blocs coming to an agreement. Touma-Kamui ends up in Touma after an accident near the chasm. Kamui has to spend some time in Touma, being informed by Lilith of Hydra, Touma, their rising army, and what they stand for. After indoctrination and being told about his origins, Kamui agrees to fight for Hydra against all who oppose them. 3. What notable changes would you make to the characters? What is Kamui all about (background, personality, abilities)?Kamui is the 2nd child of Mikoto and Sumeragi. Born with the bloodlines of two dragon lines, Kamui has features marking his divine lineage. Sumeragi could tell his son was set for greatness, and so doted on him when he could. Taking Kamui with him on a trip to Chevalier, Sumeragi is slain in an ambush. Seeing the small child brought before him, Garon immediately had him taken. Ending up in the capital, it was arranged for Kamui to live within Garon's household but not as if he was one of Garon's actual children. Kamui would be kept within reach of Garon and his children, yet at a distance. She would be at least occasionally given access to tutors and trainers that even a wealthy Nohrian would want, yet be told to sit a separate table from Garon and his children. Rumors spread that Kamui was a bastard child of Garon, which worked for the Nohr King since a predecessor of his married a Eastern spouse. Kamui internalizes Nohr ideals and conduct. Nohr is a society with a focus on status, bloodlines, inheritance, what have you. He also grows a respect and perhaps jealousy for Marx. He looks for validation from Garon yet resents him. He hits it off with Joker and Flora, gets along with Leon and Nohr Sister well enough, and has actually made a name for himself among the castle's staff for going around and actually aiding in their tasks (and nicely, admittedly after some practice). You can trust him to get his hands dirty and look after his troops. Having bloodlines of two dragons has its perks. He was born with a more potent form of Dragon's Vein that unfortunately also is a heavy drain on her once it reaches a certain point, along with the greater athletic skill seen in other royals. The Touma route has able to Kamui transform into a dragon using a dragonstone embedded sword forged in Touma after some time being indoctrinated and magiced on. What is Aqua all about (personality, role in the plot)?Aqua has been cut. Elements of her have been given to to other characters like Flora. What is Garon, Mikoto, Lilith or any other important character all about?Garon is out to bring glory to his house. Lilith is Hydra's agent who intervenes around the world. Mikoto is the current heavenly sovereign of Hoshido who has worked to strengthen or secure Hoshido. What is Hydra all about (role in the plot)?Hydra is the ruler of Touma who commands a rising force. Having become a gestalt of souls, Hydra directs his troops around the world to sow discord until he can forge a new nation. 4. What notable changes would you make to the setting? What ideas do you have for world building? The succession to Sumeragi's conquests is now iffy thanks to having 3 dragon blooded children. Traditionally, the succession process would have whichever child shows they were marked as heavenly take the throne unless the none of the children show such, in which case the solutions have shifted. Hinoka is the firstborn child with Mikoto's blood pact inheritance, Takumi has Sumeragi's and Kamui has both. You should keep in mind that Hoshido isn't really a country in modern way. Sumeragi conquered around the East and married into the heavenly family, one could say that Takumi would be the heir to the conquered territories instead of Hinoka. And with his blood, maybe Kamui could press a claim to all of it. What kind of history does this continent have?One of blood, skulduggery, scheming. What is the balance of natural and supernaturual elements?Hydra's empire is a growing threat, but there is no Fake Garon. Are the Faceless and invisible enemies in your story?Hydra links to the dead, pulling their souls or whatever to the gestalt. He can direct bodies and has a sort of wide vision. However, while his empire grows the tide gets bigger and bigger. Unless something is done, Hydra will be swept away. He's looking for a vessel to merge with to form a new dragon god. 6. Do you introduce any new characters? At least a few figures to flesh out the world. 7. Are any characters going to be cut? Aqua, Sakura, at least one Nohr sister, and Shenmei are examples. [spoiler=warchiefwilliams] 1. What routes are you working on? Is it an amalgamation of all three? Is it an alternate universe style retelling? · Depending on how much time I am able to find to write with my schedule, I will work on the Invisible Kingdom route but with heavy alterations to many of the plots more… “questionable” elements and characters. Later, if I feel up to it, and I am not lynched for the idea, I might try an alternate universe IK route with a new faction. 2. What notable changes would you make to the plot? · I want to make the plot more about the characters themselves and how they drive events forward through their actions as opposed to poorly implemented concepts dictating the characters actions, even if they must act OOC. I will also be reworking questionable plot decisions like: · Are problematic elements (the curse, the magic throne, the crystal ball, operation tears, Nohr and Hoshido being too black and white, everything Aqua does) going to be addressed? Where to begin? I will obviously be trying to flesh out the world, Nohr and Hoshido far more than was in the game, which will (hopefully) make each one seem less “black and white”. As for most of the magical plot contrivances holes elements, the curse will be removed, as I personally feel that if someone were to run around saying that there an invasion from a realm hidden from reality was imminent, then they would be locked up in the nearest insane asylum or praised as some new cult leader. There doesn’t need to be a death cruse here. Because Garon will just be possessed and not a familiar, the Throne itself is little more than a glorified throne in a big castle meant to show the power of the King of Hoshido.· Are there any themes to be communicated over each route? Pretty much the themes that were originally stressed in the advertising for this game. Because I am pushing the “decision” chapter back a ways (I thought chapter 6 was too early for that and, after seeing it, I feel vindicated in that belief) this will give time for Kamui to be exposed to both ideologies and make a better choice rather than simply picking one family over the other.· What is the overall direction and "point" of each route? In my view, the point of the IK route is to combine the strengths of both nations and cultures together to fight an external entity that threatens to destroy everything that both sides hold dear. It should be a story of coming together, overcoming differences and saving the world. It should also stress that there is no such thing as a fairy tale ending and that victory comes with a cost (a “beating around the bush” way for saying that characters WILL die).3. What notable changes would you make to the characters? · A lot of the characters will be either more fleshed out or have tweaks made to their background and personality to help make them less of walking tropes and more, well, well-developed. Some, mainly child characters, will be outright cut, due to character saturation and to them not being very interesting (in my view). · What is Kamui all about (background, personality, abilities)? Kamui remains the child of Mikoto and Anankos. As such he retains many of his abilities that are found in the game, i.e his dragon form. This detail, however, will not be simply glossed over by the story and will play a significant role during both the initial invasion of Hoshido, splitting off from both nations and during the revelations about the world. Kamui was kidnapped when he was only three years old, and other than some hazy images that he only glimpses in nightmares, believes that he is a child of Garon and one of the many dead concubines, similar to his Nohrian siblings. Due to coddling by his adopted family, retainers and (when he returns to Hoshido) his actual family, Kamui is a narcissist at the start of the story, believing that he is the perfect sibling. His extreme naivety will help cement this belief. As the story develops, Kamui’s narcissistic streak will break as he discovers the true cost of his beliefs and will slowly become a more jaded, cynical individual, especially as his decisions gets people close to him killed. I am placing Kamui’s age at a young 19.· What is Aqua all about (personality, role in the plot)? Aqua remains the child of Shenmei and the former King of Touma (who I have yet to make a name for). Unlike Kamui, Aqua remembers what happened in both the Sundering of Touma, an event that lead to her banishment to the real world and the deaths of her parents, as well as her own kidnapping from Castle Krakenburg and the deaths caused by that. In addition, her status as an outsider of the Hoshidoan caste system makes her, at least in the eyes of the public, little better than a criminal. Any attempt that she makes to try to explain the threat that Anankos poses to the real world are typically laughed off as the ravings of a mad princess and even the two people who show her some affection, Sakura and Hinoka, do not believe her. These factors combined make her an incredibly isolated and jaded individual, as well as an alcoholic, needing a fair amount of sake (while in Hoshido) and wine (while in Nohr) to get through the day. It is only after Kamui returns to Hoshido that she begins to see some hope for the future. Aqua is only a few months older than Kamui, though she is still 19 years old.· What are the Hoshidan and Nohrian siblings all about (personalities, roles in the plot)? I copied some of this from my post in the Headcanons thread. Camilla dotes on all her younger siblings as a way to attempt to cope with her role during the Concubine Wars. She especially dotes on Kamui due to his status as an outsider to the cutthroat nature of Nohrian politics and sees him as someone who won't ever try to stab her in the back. She does have a bit of a drinking problem, needing at least one bottle of wine to get through the day. Her role in the plot is to both be a mother figure to the younger members of her family, but also to be the one who monitors the political situation in both Nohr and Hoshido, as her specialty, besides splitting skulls with her axe, is political intrigue. Camilla is 23 years old. Marx is painfully aware that the Concubine Wars were effectively triggered by his mother, Queen Ekatrina and harbors a deep sense of survivor’s guilt, knowing that the vast majority of his extended family died because of his mother's actions. He doesn't show it though, bottling up his emotions and revealing almost nothing about how he really feels, even to his own family. Marx places a high value on loyalty to his country and especially loyalty to his father. However, as Garon begins to make decisions that endanger Nohr, Marx will begin to find himself questioning his loyalties. Unlike his younger sister, Marx chose to specialize in martial training, both as a warrior and as a strategist, relying on Camilla to help him navigate the political minefield that is Nohrian society and foreign policy. Marx is 24 years old. Leon is the most stable mentally of his siblings, if only because he knows constructive ways to deal with his emotions as opposed to lashing out during training (Marx) or drinking (Camilla). Leon prides himself in effectively merging his two older siblings’ specialties of military and political strategy, though his physical abilities are nowhere near as refined. Leon sees himself as the most pragmatic voice in the family, and is adaptable enough to know when to change his priorities to reflect the situation at hand. As such, he often finds himself advising all of his siblings (especially Kamui) on what is the probable best course of action. Leon is 18 years old. Elise sometimes wishes her family wasn't so defensive of her, but she is aware that she is the linchpin holding the Plantagenets (Nohrian royal surname) together, so she keeps up the facade of being a happy, innocent child. Deep down, she is aware of her family's past and wishes that she could comfort her siblings more than by just being the happy little sister. As previously stated, Elise feels like her role is to be a pinnacle of stability in a turbulent world. She is 16 years old. Ryoma is a strong believer in Hoshidoan superiority, but has a change of heart during the war, especially after during the abortive Chevalier Campaign and sees just how the rest of the world operates, realizing that several of Hoshido's societal and military traditions could condemn his kingdom to the ashes of history unless they change. Ryoma spends a lot of his time meditating on the samurai code and training to be as good of a king, if not a better one, than his father. Ryoma is 24 years old. Hinoka spends the vast majority of her time in training, both martial and statecraft, to the point where she only really has a close relationship with Ryoma. As such, her relationship with her younger siblings is not as strong as it seems. Hinoka, thanks to her early training under ImagawaYuugiri, has developed a rather brash and direct approach to most events, which has led to several near foreign affairs disasters. Hinoka is 20 years old. Takumi suffers from an extreme case of middle-child syndrome. In addition, the vast majority of importnat events in his life, including his birth, were overshadowed by Nohrian aggression that demanded his family's attention, leaving him with a negative view of Nohr and its people. Takmui has been struggling for the past few years to find something to excel at that his older siblings do not, though he has yet to find one. These feelings of inadequacy are only enhanced after Kamui’s return to Hoshido, which helps to drive him to Anankos’s control (at least at first). He continues to rely on old trinkets from when he was a child to calm himself though his retainers do what they can to help. He is 19 years old. Sakura wants to believe that everyone in the world is good and kind. A view that her family and retainers encourage to help keep her innocence alive for as long as possible, though the assassination of Midkoto breaks that mold. Sakura, however, quickly adapted to the new reality. She doesn’t like causing suffering, but her training in the healing arts means that the sight of blood and bodies does not scare her. Sakura is one of the few individuals in Hoshido who was not immediately suspicious of Aqua and instead tried to form some kind of relationship with her. Sakura is 17 years old. · What is Garon, Mikoto, Lilith or any other important characters all about? Here we go, I will refine more of these ideas laterGaron never becomes Gooron. Rather than be killed by IK forces and replaced, Anankos instead possesses him. This change manifests in his desire to severely weaken Hoshido or destroy, one of the major powers on the continent that could threaten his return. In order to maintain his cover, Anankos tries to imitate Garon’s prior behaviors and habits, though as time goes on, he loses patience and begins to force Garon to act more and more out of character (implied by supports between the Nohrian siblings who state that the current Garon isn’t the same one they knew as father. By the time it is discovered that Garon is under the control of Anankos, it is too late to save him, though he is able to die as himself as opposed to being Anankos’s slave. Garon is 55 at the start of the story Mikoto is not Shenmei’s sister, rather she was her close confidant and friend who was also part of the Anankos cult (one of the many Dark Dragon cults in Nohr that worship the Dark Dragons as the liberators of mankind). This was before the two of them fled to the Invisible Kingdom after the then Tactician Ektrina usurped Shenmei’s position as Queen of Nohr. After the Sundering, Mikoto fled from the Invisible Kingdom and was found by King Sumeragi, who took her in and eventually married her. After Sumeragi’s assassination, using magic she learned in the Invisible Kingdom, erects a barrier to dull aggression towards her home, though this does have the side effect of suppressing all dissent within Hoshido towards the government, stifling any opposition to her and the royal family. She still dies as a result of the assassination attempt in the Fire Plaza and is turned into one of Anankos’s agents. Mikoto is 34 at the start of the story. Lilith is a dragonkin (manakete) from the Invisible Kingdom originally. She is the child of two Astral Dragons within that hidden realm. Lillith fled from the Invisible Kingdom during the Sundering and, in an attempt to stave off degradation, chose to spend most of her time in her dragon form. Near-feral and injured after a few years, she encountered a young Kamui, Cyrus and Sophie (see other characters) who healed her wounds. Newly restored, she followed Kamui back to the Northern Citadel and was able to work there as a stable hand. When Kamui fell into the Invisible Chasm, she saved him and continued to accompany him on his travels (there is no My Castle here). She will later die trying to protect Kamui. Lilith appears to 17 though she is around 1457 years old. Iago is the son of a major noble family within Nohr’s capitol of Karakenburg. Despite being quite devious and snakelike, his talents as a strategist and his ability to find solutions to even the impossible. Like finding out that it was Queen Ektrina who struck the final blow of Concubine Wars by blowing up the tower containing the remaining concubines and their families, who were negociating an end to the war with Queen Ikona of Hoshido moderating (she died in the blast, which triggered the 4th Hoshido-Nohr War). Iago is loyal to his master to a fault, and has no problem throwing others under the bus if it means that his master is pleased with him. Ganz is a reformed mass murderer from the Underground District in Krakenburg. Originally, a soldier in Nohr’s Imperial Army, he earned a reputation as a ruthless man, driven to obtain victory at any cost. It was after he massacred almost everyone in an auxiliary unit that angered him was Ganz finally discharged and thrown in prison. Possessed Garon, wanting to sow as much chaos as possible, chose to free Ganz and place him in a commanding position within the Imperial Army, which Ganz took to with gusto, as he was now in a position to do as he pleased with the endorsement of the king. Ganz harbors a deep resentment towards all non-Nohrians, and believes that the entire world should belong to Nohr and he will kill anyone who thinks otherwise. · What is Hydra all about (role in the plot)? I will be calling him by his Japanese name, Anankos. Anankos is one of the few remaining Dark Astral Dragons left after the Great War in the far past, which split the continent. For the longest time, the Astral Dragons ruled the world under their hierarchy, governing the world in what they saw as the perfect order. Anankos is effectively their version of Satan, an individual who thought things should be run differently (ideally under him) and rebelled against the order, corrupting the original creation magic used to create the world into dark magic. At the war’s end, the few remaining dragons, including Anankos, fled to the Invisible Realm, leaving humanity, which had been the thralls of the dragons, free. Many cults in Nohr worship Anankos as the savior of mankind, while Hoshido’s religion despises him as the one who disrupted the order of the Astral Dragons. In reality, Anankos sought power for himself over the Astral Dragons and control of all creation. His lasting mark ensured the eventual extinction of the dragonkin, as the corruption of magic into dark magic triggered the degradation of the minds of all dragons who it touched. The minds of dragons could be preserved through the use of dragon stones, but only if they limited their time as dragons. Anankos’s degredation was even more severe as he was the original creator of dark magic. His attempts to stop it only delayed the inevitable. Eventually he had a relationship with one of his worshipers (Mikoto) in order to form a new vessel for himself. After Mikoto found out, she fled from the Invisible Kingdom as Anankos conquered it from the few remaining Astral Dragons. Upon securing his victory, and growing desperate, Anankos was able to trick three warriors from another realm to enter the world of fates (the Awakening trio) on the condition that he would restore their world, which he did. Though, they were unable to fully interpret his orders, causing them to be lead astray and conniving Anankos that humans could no longer be trusted with free will. Anankos still seeks to control all of creation, and will do whatever it takes. His interest in Kamui stems from the fact that he is the escaped vessel, thus being required to reverse Anankos’s degredation. · What changes will be made to minor characters Minor characters, like the named bosses, will have more of a role in their respective battles. There will likely be a few temporary OCs meant to fill roles required by the plot, such as army commanders and peasants.4. What notable changes would you make to the setting? · What ideas do you have for world building? I will post an in-depth outline of the countries of Fates within the next little bit, expect to see a description of each country, how its society operates, and how it fits in with the greater Nohr-Hoshido-IK conflict.· What kind of history does this continent have? This continent (which I will be calling Ivron, a name I got from a continent name generator) has had a long history of conflict. Whether it is the Great War of legend, the Wars of Nohrian Expansion, the Unification of Hoshido, or the multiple Nohrian-Hoshido wars, conflict is simply the way of the land. The creation of the Infinite Chasm during the Great War led to the cultural drift between the lands in the west and the east. The land to the far west is uninhabitable due to the same conflict.· What is the balance of natural and supernaturual elements? While supernatural elements (the Astral Dragons, Dark and Creation Magic, the creation of the garou and fox spirits) played a huge role in shaping the world, by this point in time, their overall role is no longer as prominent as it was. The secret arts of Creation Magic have long been both lost and out of reach of mankind and mankind can only harness the tiniest fraction of Dark Magic’s potential without being corrupted by it. The supernatural elements are there, but they do not play a major role in the story, at least in the beginning. Religion plays a large role in shaping Hoshido’s society, while Nohr’s religion played a large role in the past, worship of the Dark Dragons is less common now. The Shapeshifters (Garou and Fox Spirits) have longer lives than humans. The life expectancy for everyone isHuman: up to 90 years with proper care Garou: up to 180 years Fox Spirits: up to 250 years Manaketes/Dragonkin: functionally immortal. Can still die to natural causes · Are the Faceless and invisible enemies in your story? Yes, though with a few changes to how they function. Faceless are the result of decades of research by Dark Mages trying to create thralls to serve them. While physically potent, Faceless have little intelligence beyond survival instincts and whatever sense of purpose their creator gives them. While this makes them ideal tools of war, they are little more than that, tools. In addition, they cannot be directly controlled, and it was not uncommon for faceless to turn on their creators and their allies due to simple bloodlust. Invisible Kingdom forces are comprised of both the human forms of Astral and Dark Dragons (dragons who sided with Anankos) that serve Anankos in addition to a mixture of human forces who reside in the Invisible Kingdom. These humans are the descendants of those who chose to continue to serve the Astral Dragons rather than choose independence. 4. Do any characters die? · Yes. As I continue to create the plot, I will decide who will die. If you have a few ideas after reading all of this, please feel free to make recommendations. This is the list as it is now: · Mikoto will be killed during the assassination attempt in the Fire Plaza, just like she does in game. She will later be reconstituted as one of Anankos’s agents along with Sumeragi and a few others, similar to the Deadlords. · Garon will die two thirds of the way in after the cast becomes aware that he is possessed. He will be able to die free of Anankos’s influence though, so he won’t come back. · Ganz will be killed by Kamui after Kamui, who has begun uniting the two forces, finds him executing a group of Hoshido prisoners, including Hinoka and her retainers, though Kamui will be able to save them. · Some of the retainers will fall at some point, though I do not know when yet. · I am debating killing off some of the royals if it helps to serve the plot. 5. Do you introduce any new characters? · Other than temporary characters meant to flesh out the militaries of both Nohr and Hoshido, as well as commoners of the land, I will not be making new characters. This game already has a large cast, no need to add more fuel to the fire. 6. Are any characters going to be cut? · Most of the 2nd generation characters will be cut. This is due to their shoe-horned nature. The few that I believe are redeemable as tweaked characters are listed here: · Sophie: Cyrus’s younger sister who, along with her brother, were friends with Kamui. She, at the start, harbors an Oboro sized crush on Kamui. Both Sophie and Cyrus join Kamui early on, before he even gets to the Invisible Chasm for the first time. Sophie is 16 years old. · Eponnie: A young thief who was adopted by Zero after she attempted to rob a caravan that Prince Leon was a part of. Seeing her potential, Zero was able to stop Leon from killing her and, upon finding out that she was an orphan trying to survive on the outskirts of Krakenburg, adopted the young girl. She acts as Zero’s apprentice and as his informer on the events occupying Nohr’s lower classes in Krakenburg. Eponnie is 18 years old. · Ophelia: A young dark mage, her skills at magic attracted the attention of Odin, who was seeking to pass along the secrets of the “spell hand”. Her urge to learn about the secrets of dark magic caused her to take Odin’s teachings a bit too seriously, and she believes that she is “the chosen one”. Ophelia is 17 years old. · Lutz: Arthur’s son. After his mother’s passing during the 4th Nohr-Hoshido War (the one prior to the game) Lutz chose to take up the axe so that no other child would bear witness to their parent’s death. It was during this time that he met Michel, and trained him. Lutz and his father share a relationship similar to what Garcia and Ross from the Sacred Stones shared. Lutz is 15 years old. · Deere: Joker’s younger brother. Determined to follow his brother’s example, Deere began training to be a butler. His brother, while he does not approve of this, still tries to tutor him, though Joker’s love is tough love. Deere is 20 years old. · Matoi is a young noble of the Samurai Caste who, due to her talents, was trained personally by both Imagawa Yuugiri and Yamoto Hinoka in the art of aerial warfare. She seeks to be (what she sees) the best Pegasus Warrior. Despite her seemingly perfect nature, she is very modest and humble and nurses a few insecurities, especially regarding her appearance. Matoi is 19 years old. · Both Kinu and Velour left their villages seeking adventure and fortune despite the warnings of their Chiefs, Nishiki and Flannel respectively. They encountered each other near the Infinite Chasm, and have been traveling together for two years, exploring the world and finding treasures. Both Kinu and Velour are 20 years old, still very young for their respective species. · Kisargari and Shinonome are two of the few remaining members of the Yamoto Branch Family, which was mostly wiped out during the Chevalier Incident, where Sumeragi met his end. The role of the Branch Family is to be the last line of defense for the Royal Family and their retainers, and this is a role that both Kisargari and Shinonome take very seriously. Kisargari is 17 years old while Shinonome is 22 years old. · Midoriko: a young traveling member of Hoshido’s merchant class. She was orphaned during the 4th Nohr-Hoshido War and raised by the Hattori ninja clan, though particularly by Hattori Saizou and Hattori Kaze. She left home early on, having both aged quickly and extensively studied economics, and is determined to be the wealthiest merchant in the world. She sees the Secret Shop chain, run by Anna, as a major challenge to her goals. Midoriko is 14 years old. 7. For fun, here are the character ages as well as their last names · Marx Plantagenet: 24 years old · Camilla: 23 years old · Leon: 18 years old · Elise: 15 years old · Ryoma Yamoto: 24 years old · Hinoka: 20 years old · Takmui: 19 years old · Sakura: 16 years old · Kamui: 19 years old · Aqua: 19 years old · Felecia Arendelle: 19 years old · Flora Arendelle: 19 years old · Joker Girard: 21 years old · Cyrus Bedivere: 18 years old · Sophie Bedivere: 16 years old · Hattori Kaze: 26 years old · Gunther Guesculin: 55 years old · Tsu-Sho Mozume: 16 years old · Kouga Asyura: 41 years old · Izumo Izana: 35 years old · Hattori Saizou: 28 years old · Chiyome Kagerou: 24 years old · Asama: 40 years old · Chosokabe Setsuna: 20 years old · Fujiwara Hinata: 18 years old · Goto Oboro: 18 years old · Tiari Hana: 17 years old · Ashikaga Tsubaki: 19 years old · Inaba Fuuga: 40 years old · Inaba Tsukuyomi: 13 years old · Nishiki: 95 years old · Moagami Orochi: 26 years old · Rinkah: 17 years old · Mori Yurikama: 39 years old · Imagawa Yuugiri: 38 years old · Crimson Pyrmont: 18 years old · Lazwald/Inigo Montoya: 22 years old · Pieri Ravenkroft: 18 years old · Arthur Pendragon: 27 years old · Effie Tarth: 17 years old · Zero: 24 years old · Odin/Owain Lowell: 21 years old · Nyx Tartarus: 255 years old (I like to think that her curse outright stops her aging, making her very old) · Luna/Severa Lear: 22 years old · Belka: 18 years old · Benoit Nielson: 23 years old · Charlotte Goldberg: 18 years old · Flannel Bigby: 80 years old · Yamoto Midkoto: 34 years old · Garon Plantagenet: 55 years old · Iago: 35 years old · Ganz: 28 years old · Lilith: 17 years old (human appearance) · Deere Girad: 20 years old · Kinu: 20 years old · Velour: 20 years old · Ophelia Hathaway: 17 years old · Hattori Midoriko: 14 years old · Yamoto Kisagari: 18 years old · Yamoto Shinonome: 22 years old · Shimazu Matoi: 19 years old · Eponnie: 18 years old · Lutz Pendragon: 15 years old [spoiler=Azz] FE Fates Fan Fiction Survey 1. What routes are you working on? Is it an amalgamation of all three? Is it an alternate universe style retelling? The route I am working on is a combination of all 3. Pretty much the focus is at first, ending the war, reforming Nohr and then Touma stuff. Basically a 3rd path but better (I hope) 2. What notable changes would you make to the plot? Well, everything is pretty much being re-written story wise. It starts kind of like Revelations with more Hoshido characters joining at first, then slowly characters from Nohr join and the remainder from Hoshido join. 3. What notable changes would you make to the characters? Well for main characters, they have pretty much the same personality bases but have been expanded upon to not be so Kamui-centric. Character roles have been changed, people have set relationships, the four Touma bosses (Shenmei, Sumeragi, Mikoto and Garon), have all been re-written. Kamui and Aqua had massive over hauls as well as Hydra. The FEA trio have been re-written to not be FEA characters. All the kids have been re-written to have roles in the story. 4. What notable changes would you make to the setting? The setting for the most part is the same with a few exceptions. I still have to finalize things. 5. Do any characters die? Yes, characters do die. 6. Do you introduce any new characters? Pretty much all the capturable bosses, specifically Draj and Nacht, have been given some form of role outside of time chamber shenanigans. 7. Are any characters going to be cut? Not really unless you count the FEA trio being completely re-written. [spoiler=Damosel] If you're interested in reading my FE14 AU series A Marriage Of States. I also have an update and feedback thread on this site for the series. 1. What routes are you working on? NONE, I'm going Alternate Universe! Is it an amalgamation of all three? Pretty much everything EXCEPT Touma stuff. Is it an alternate universe style retelling? YES! Biggest differences- no ambush, no Kamui. 2. What notable changes would you make to the plot? I've made a bunch of changes because there's no Touma characters. So it's all Nohr/Hoshido drama, with arranged marriages for an alliance thrown in. Mainly- it's looking at the trouble you can have outside the battlefield. Are problematic elements (the curse, the magic throne, the crystal ball, operation tears, Nohr and Hoshido being too black and white, everything Aqua does) going to be addressed? Likely won't be any magic items from Touma showing up (so Hoshido's throne is just a fancy throne). I'm definitely trying to grey up both Hoshido and Nohr without making them unrecognisable- LOTS of worldbuilding. Are there any themes to be communicated over each route? Since I'm not stick to a route N/A What is the overall direction and "point" of each route? Character driven world exploration with a side of plot. 3. What notable changes would you make to the characters? Sumeragi isn't dead, neither is Ektrina. Garon is not a goo-monster and actually brokered a peace treaty. Because there's no Kamui I've shuffled a lot of characters whose backstory was associated with him. Gunter, Joker, and Cyrus all work for Marx instead (and have known him for years). I've also changed Flora and Felicia's circumstance in Nohr, they're no longer servants but "fostered" and Krackenstein castle (hostages essentially). The FE13 expies have been replaced with Nyx serving Leo, Charolette serving Camilla, and Gunter+Joker+Cyrus serving Marx. What is Kamui all about (background, personality, abilities)? Absenteeism. What is Aqua all about (personality, role in the plot)? Not-appearing-in-this-fic What are the Hoshidan and Nohrian siblings all about (personalities, roles in the plot)? Pretty similar to their game selves. Ryouma meditative and serious, Marx reserved and stubborn, Camilla doting and ruthless, Hinoka caring and bold, Takumi insightful and hotheaded, Leo clever and ooportunistic, Sakura shy and nuturing, Elise cheerful and excitable. Main difference is that Nohr and Hoshido have been at peace for twelve years and the oldest daughters/sons got hitched- so different reactions in line with different circmstances. What is Garon, Mikoto, Lilith or any other important character all about? Garons about being an ACTUAL father and king, though he still has his terrible person moments. Same can be said for Sumeragi. No Touma characters. Iago's a pain in the neck but not a psyco, Ganz is a criminal not given a military position. What is Hydra all about (role in the plot)? Nope. Nooooooooooooooooope. What changes will be made to minor characters? Well I've already given Lala (the songstress from Muse) as speaking bit. And the Boldts mentioned in the Saizou/Belka supports will fairly present. Daniela, Draj, Senou and other faced units will all be getting a heavy injection of personality when they make their appearances (and it WON'T be in hyperbolic time chambers) 4. What notable changes would you make to the setting? No monsters, no Hydra, no Touma, no Kamui. Impacts a bunch of stuff. What ideas do you have for world building? A lot. I was the first to suggest Hoshido have an inflexiable cast system that cause them issues. Wrote up a historical blurb on why drak mages in Nohr would dress like strippers. More stuff than I care to sum-up. What kind of history does this continent have? A tirbulent one. Once it was ruled by a single empire, but a terrible earthquake ripped it's capital assunder and two large kingdoms eventually rose from it's ashes. To the west, one founded by a warlord and those loyal to her subjegated the surrounding territories until they were able to work together for a sustainable society. To the east, a priest was raised up to commune with the gods for all of the land and eventually founded the line of kings. (and plenty more but, this is a brief sum-up) In more recent history Garon emancipated Chevalier from being a tributary and there worked out an alliance with Sumeragi. What is the balance of natural and supernaturual elements? Well there's still plenty of magic and worship of the gods. Closer to Jugdral than Ylisse though- as in most of the drama is started by people. Are the Faceless and invisible enemies in your story? Nuh-uh. 5. Do any characters die? Yes. It'd be a spoiler to say who. 6. Do you introduce any new characters? Kinda. I've give all the Nohr sib's mothers faces and names, as well as doing so for mentioned families like the Boldts. Mostly it's fleshing in NPCs rather than wholesale OCs. 7. Are any characters going to be cut? All of Touma, and FE13 expies. See second post for more authors (Party Moth, Ebony, wvype, Taka-kun, Loki Laufeyson, Sunwoo). See third post for more authors (Mox, Phillius). See fourth post for more authors (Nintendoentersoft, Metal Flash, Skywolfe, Yari, dtmahanen101, MCProductions, RedRob, Dangerus, Sire, SaiSymbolic, Abvora). See fifth post for more authors (Blade_of_Light, NightStar) *New* Support Conversations (NekoKnight, Pretty_Handsome, [email protected], wvype, Thane).
  22. Okay before I post the link I need all of you to know straight off the bat; I am a terrible writer. Okay, now that you know that; Here is my novelization of Fire Emblem 7/Rekka no Ken/Fire Emblem in North America. I have the first nine chapters already posted, I am trying to deviate from the rigidity of the game while absolutely keeping to the core plot as well as taking a more medieval-realist approach to the FE world, something that I'm currently failing at. Anyway, have a look... Please? And judge me, seriously. I need it. (I have a beta starting for yet unreleased chapter ten so quality should go up!)
  23. Good day everyone. With the last thread closed down all of the main characters have their names set in stone. Moving on to the more important matters, I'm ready to get the two stories started. As I have discussed in private with a few others (Taka-kun, Luankachu, and Emperor Hardin) the two storiesthat I plan on writing are forms of adaptations of Fates proper, but to make sure that there is absolutely no confusion as to what I mean when I say two stories, this is what I mean: the first story that I will start working on is an adaptation of both Birthright's and Conquest's plots combined, and the second story that I will start working on (either simultaneously alongside the first story or after the first story is finished) is an adaptation of the Invisible Demon Kingdom's plot. DLC episodes will be considered much later given that almost none of it has been released yet (aside of the third path of course). And just like with Reawakening there will be some changes here and there to the original stories as to not make them strictly novelizations. To even start writing of course, I need a thorough understanding of Fates's original plot (as well as supports) so that I can make changes or make the unchanged original parts of the story easier to understand. As such, I will need someone who is good with understanding Japanese and can translate Fates fairly well. I myself will look for anything of Fates that's subbed and make comparisons between each sub. This will make the releases of each chapter somewhat long. Since I'll be working on the first story first (natch), I'll inform you of one crucial detail that applies to both stories but has a little more relevance in the first one: there are two Avatars. The male twin Avatar is named Yamato Kamui who was primarily raised in Byakuya (a.k.a. Hoshido by Nohrians) , and the female twin Avatar is named Corrin Plantagenet who was primarily raised in Nohr (a.k.a. An'ya by people from Byakuya). They will both be based on their appearances in official artwork and have their own personalities that act as contrasts to each other. Since I know how the Prologue/Chapter 0 goes, it shouldn't be very difficult to write it.
  24. Summary: What if Robin/Avatar had woken up in a different timeline? What if he had woken up in the dire future of despair that the children came from? Could destiny be changed once again or would he fail this time? -Feel free to review by PMing me :) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Prologue: Premonition ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "This is it! Our final battle," he told her determined. "You seem anxious. I've never seen you like this," She responded to him surprised. It was true. They had been through a lot together, and in that time he never expressed any sign of nervousness. He was always calm, smooth, collective, and ready for battle. This time he looked different, as if something was troubling him. "It's because everything has led up to this moment. Everything we've done, all our hard work, and our struggles. They are what got us right here, right now," Robin said with a serious tone. "I can't afford any more losses. Much like I can't stand losing you." She smiled. "We've faced so many things together, so I think you should know by now that I can watch my back. Right?" "Yes, I know. It's just that, I would never forgive myself if something happened to you tonight." He looked straight in her beautiful eyes. In those two pools he saw his own reflection, and the best out of himself. "Neither would I, if anything happened to you. Do you remember the plan?" She asked him seriously. "Of course. I created it after all." "Right, and this is like the Valley. Risen had us surrounded, we were outnumbered and alone." She pointed to what she could see in front of them. It was getting dark, and there was no sun to light the way while Risen covered the land that expanded before them. They couldn't even see the grass beneath the zombie horde, only the dark gray sky and the burned trees were visible. "No, the Valley differs from now." "How's that? I see no difference," she asked him curious. "Ehmm… because of this." He pressed towards her, and she couldn't help but feel the adrenaline of her heart when he put his lips on hers. She felt so protected and joyful, because she had someone right by her side. Someone she knew that had stolen her heart and would do anything for her to smile. Her blood flowed rapidly in her cheeks, making them as red as ever. He put his hands around her waist and she put hers around his neck, pulling him closer. "We should focus on our mission, we're about to start the battle. Did you forget that?" She told him in a slightly bossy tone while pushing him away, but she was unable to hide her excitement and her rosy cheeks. "I did." He replied with a broad smile, like she hadn't yelled at him. "Although, when this is over, I have prepared a small surprise for you." She nodded and asked, "Really? Then, shall we go ahead so I can see it later?" "Yes. Tell the others to guide our forces towards the enemy. We must focus on entering the castle. It's your job to tell us how to get in, and with our new weaponry, we have a chance of winning." "I know. Tonight, we will write a new future for Ylisse." "Together." He told her confidently and held her hand. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------And so the battle began. The zombie fighters rushed at them with a vicious aura. They couldn't listen or feel. They could only see their enemy in front of their eyes. That was their mission, to kill with no remorse of their actions. That was why the fell dragon was so powerful. Although he had great power himself, his army was the one that terrorised the countless cities it found in its path. Did that mean they were better than humans? Of course not. Although their enhanced battle abilities and skills were something to notice, they lacked human's skills like improvising, insight and the two most important ones, compassion and supportiveness for each other. Those skills, unheard to Risen, made the remains of humanity gather and forge a team with one goal in mind, the fall of the fell dragon, once and for all. In this battle, that dream was about to become real after all those years of pain and slaughter. It was the time for the sun to rise, and for the long period of peace to begin. The man, followed by his beloved one, found a path that guided them and their selected forces inside Ylisstol's castle. The building was the key for them to open the door to a bright new world. At least, that was what they thought as he looked around the room. They had just gotten in, but he told them to stay alert for anything. "What is it? You looked troubled," she asked him worried. "I don't know. This is way too easy. It was never that easy," Robin responded concerned. Right then, they heard a huge noise from outside. The man quickly turned around to see what was going on. Unfortunately, in that moment their forces were surrounded by Risen. He couldn't understand what was going on, but before he could even think, he was knocked out from behind. The last thing he remembered before closing his eyes was his beloved one and the feeling of extreme disappointment. He had failed her, something he swore never to do. He awoke disoriented and confused when he slowly opened his eyes. He tried looking around to get his bearings and unconsciously moved his hand only to find that it was tied tight to a metallic chair. With a quick look around the room, he saw nothing but a dim light from a candle nearby. At once, he tried to think of ways to get out of this condition. Alas, the metallic chair was bolted to the ground so he couldn't break it. His hands and legs were also tied with a plastic-like cord making it impossible to move. Not to mention that he seemed very weak. Unable to find an idea to escape, he waited there looking towards the candle's light, and smelling its wax scent. All he could do now was worry about his friends and his love, about their failure, and about the person who betrayed them. Suddenly, he heard noises of footsteps. Then, the sound of a door cringing open. Before he knew it, a man appeared before him, holding another candle and a knife. "Thank goodness! Hurry! Cut the ropes and let's save our men! Hope isn't lost yet!" The man in front of him laughed sarcastically. "Your plan failed tactician. We've been holding you here for a while now. The battle was lost before it started, and there is nothing you can do anymore." "What?… We? It was YOU! You hit me from behind! You… Traitor! How could you? We trusted you! I trusted you!" He tried to move in a fury but he couldn't. "I am definitely going to enjoy this. You are alive because I ordered them not to kill you. You know, for old times' sake, but I came here with a deal. You will tell us where you are keeping it. You kept that secret for yourself and-" "Don't speak her name!" He cried furiously as his face reddened in anger. Robin moved his body with rage to escape, only to be stopped a third time by his ties. "Haha! I won't. I was so close, but so far away. You lied about its place. It wasn't where I thought it was. Tell me where the real one is and I will grant you a place right next to lord Grima." "I prefer to die before I help you! Snake!" He spat at his face using the only way to attack he could think of. However, the man wiped it away from his eye and continued like nothing had happened. "Don't worry I am not in hurry. I have all the time I need. I finally defeated you! Could I ask for more?" "Arrrgggghhh!" It was a female scream. One he recognised immediately. "NO! What are you doing to her? You crazy psychopath! Tell me, damn it!" "You will tell me where you hid it! Or she will die. I will slaughter her in front of you, but if you comply then I will let you keep her head! Haha!" The man laughed evilly. "Now, tell me where you hid it!" Robin was lost in thought. He had no other choice but to comply. "Tell me Sir Robin. How did everything begin? Tell me everything you know or she will suffer." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Fire Emblem: The Man That Never Was Prologue-Premonition ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A/N (Author's Note): Hello everybody :) This story was created to become something completely new, based on the characters we all love (from Awakening) and maybe answer in some interesting questions, like "Can Robin change the fate of a doomed world?, Can love be found in such place?" Well... I believe there is only one way to find out :P This prologue is a bit shorter on purpose to smoothly proceed into the main story. Please don't mind any grammatical errors. No copyright intended. Until next time! Please have yourselves a darn good one :D ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ J.D. King
  25. The Lady of Grace

    As I played through Awakening I thought that Emmeryn was the ideal pairing for the male Avatar...yet, I saw no fics for this pair! Thus, I have taken it upon myself to write one. Little scenes that chronicle their relationship through and after the game. Unfortunately I have precious little writing skill, so I do not believe I did it justice. While the story is logically complete, I feel as if there is more to be written about Robin and Emmeryn. Thus I plan to add additional chapters about their future - some from their perspective, some from other characters. This starts with the tragedy, but ends on a rather fluffy note. I challenge any readers who are interested in the pairing to write their own versions of the Avatar/Emmeryn story :-) As the Shepherds ran from the Plegian army, Robin quickly escaped to the front of the line. Just in time, too, as the first tears began to fall. Despair was not a feeling that Robin was familiar with. He had led the Shepherds through numerous battles over the past year and his tactical brilliance had always carried the day. Until now. Everything had gone so smoothly, up to the end. He was confidant that they would spirit the Exalt away from the invading army and back to the safety of Ragna Ferox. Then that witch had summoned those archers! He had never seen magic quite like that. Sure, some summoning magic existed - he even had the Shepherds use it to pull Maribelle and Ricken out of a particularly delicate situation some time ago. But the scale and speed that the Plegian tactician displayed should have been impossible. Robin's rescuing force of pegasus knights fell almost immediately, and Emmeryn sacrificed herself soon after. Sacrificed herself to save them, when it should have been the other way around. He failed. He should have suspected something! The Plegians had introduced much that seemed impossible, such as the dead rising to fight again. Dark magic was still not such a well-understood subject, which made it difficult to reason about on the battlefield. He should have had some fliers underneath the cliff as a contingency, he certainly had one or two to spare. He should have...should have... Robin couldn't stop the river of tears running down his face now. He had failed. His inspiration, the light of his brief life was dead. Chrom's sister was dead. The thought of Chrom gave him pause. While Robin and all the Shepherds faced grief, he knew that Chrom's would be the worst. They were family. Emmeryn was Chrom's sister and, practically, his mother. He had not held it together so well either: Robin had needed Basilio to pull Chrom away from scene. Robin knew it was a cruel thought but until Chrom could pull it together the prince would be useless as a leader and probably get himself killed should have to fight. With a monumental effort, Robin put a tight grip on his emotions. Dabbing at his face with a handkerchief, he glanced at a small pocket mirror. Acceptable. His eyes were still red, but he didn't look upset. While his mind remained a pit of grief and despair, his face betrayed nothing. If the Shepherds were going to make it out of this alive, they were going to need a leader they could believe in. As Chrom was clearly not up for the task right now, it was going to have to be Robin. He didn't think he was up for the task. Truth be told, he was shocked that the Shepherds continued to follow his orders at all after such a crushing failure. It probably hadn't quite registered with them yet, he figured. Well, as long as they would remain wiith him for one more day, then they could cast him to the wolves. He wasn't fit to lead a herd of goats, but it was necessary. It's what Emmeryn would have wanted. He took another glance at the mirror. His eyes were no longer red. He looked nothing like they had just run from a resounding defeat. Good. Three days later, the Shepherds had safely made it across the border to Ragna Ferox. The sun was setting and Robin sat in his tent, candles burning, preparing for the Shepherds' return and the final battle against the Mad King. His revenge, he supposed, though not his absolution. The wind rustled his papers as the flap opened. It was Chrom. Robin stood and the two men looked at each other for a moment, but it was Chrom that spoke first. He clearly had something on his mind to seek Robin out at this hour. "I just wanted to thank you again, for helping me through this." Chrom said. "We've been over this, Chrom. I share the blame for Emmeryn's death. Getting us out was me doing my job; there is nothing to thank." "No, that's not what I meant. When we were escaping...I was useless. You took it upon yourself to lead the Shepherds when I couldn't. Thank you for that." "Oh, right, that...that was nothing." Robin lied. "Don't worry about it." "It wasn't!" Chrom said. "I don't understand how...it was like you had a heart of iron." Robin winced. "Gods, this is coming out all wrong! I mean, what you did there, you took control...I couldn't. A leader can't falter like I did. How did you do it?" Robin sighed and rubbed his forehead. This wasn't a conversation he was looking forward to having, but he couldn't not help his best friend. "Emmeryn's death was...difficult for me too. She wasn't my sister, or even my Exalt I suppose, but she inspired me, in a way." Robin saw that Chrom was about to ask what he meant and quickly moved on before the man could get a word in edgewise. He was certainly not ready to talk about that right now. "Anyway, I wasn't doing much better than you were. I felt like a failure and I thought that the Shepherds were going to abandon me at any moment. I knew that even though I screwed up, I still had a responsibility to get everyone out safely. If everyone stopped listening to me then, we'd have never made it out alive. I couldn't give them a chance to question me, and that meant the iron facade. I was sure it wouldn't work very long, maybe a day at most before they started questioning why they were following me, but a day was all I needed. It was very hard, but I clamped down on my emotions and just...led. It's what Emmeryn would have wanted." "I suppose it was..." Chrom said wistfully. Then he processed the rest of Robin's words, and a surprised look came over his face. "You honestly thought we would abandon you?" "I had just suffered the largest failure of my career! Well, a short career I suppose, at least what I can remember...and anyway," Robin sighed, "I was suffering my own grief. The Shepherds are my friends! You're my best friend! I know, rationally, friends don't abandon each other, that the Shepherds still believed in me. But I was suffering too, even though I didn't show it. It was hard to think clearly." There was more to it, of course, but Robin wasn't about to get into how he felt about Chrom's sister with Chrom. Not now, anyway. Chrom made an unexpected move then. Walking over to where Robin stood and crushed the tactician in a bear hug. "We won't abandon each other," Chrom said, before letting go. "I know I can count on you for anything, and you can count on me for the same. While I've known Frederick for my whole life, somehow...you've become my staunchest ally, and my best friend. Thank you, Robin, for being there when we needed you." Robin smiled. "You're welcome, Chrom," he said sincerely. "And I'll always be here for you. There is one thing, though." "What's that?" "Don't take my advice on leadership. I did what was necessary to get us through, because that's how I work. But we follow you because of your passion. Never lose that passion." Chrom clapped him on the back. "Understood. Thanks, Robin." "You have to help me!" Chrom yelled as he burst through Robin's door. The tactician took one look at the frantic prince and burst out laughing. "Calm her down! Hey, it's not funny!" Chrom shouted before remembering that he was trying to hide and gingerly closed the door. "Aha...aha...ha..." Robin struggled to contain his laughter. "Just a...just a mom-...ahahaha." Chrom glared at him. "Come on! She can't be reasoned with! I don't know what to do!" "Ahahaha...oh Gods." Robin wiped his eyes, which were tearing up, and regained control of himself. "Sumia's eight months pregnant, Chrom. This is perfectly normal." "She attacked me with a frying pan! She shouted 'Chrom, I'm going to kill you for what you did to me!' That's not normal!" "Hormones, Chrom. She's eight months pregnant! She's going to have mood swings. I'm sure in another few minutes she'll be running in here, in tears wondering how you ever put up with her." "You think so?" Chrom asked. "Sure. Then, tonight, she'll...strangle you while you're sleeping!" "Gah! Not helping, Robin!" "Oh, calm down Chrom. Every couple goes through this when they're having children. Only this time, I get to have some fun at your expense." "Yeah. Fun." Chrom plopped into a chair by Robin's desk and ran his hand through his hair. He looked weary. "You look like you're having fun. Economic reports?" "The war's quick ending didn't hurt Ylisse's prosperity so much, but with the right controls and investments I think we could move into a real golden age. Anna's talk inspired me. Country economic plans aren't so different from battles, when you stop to think about it." "You truly are a genius, Robin. And thank you for looking after my kingdom. I don't know what I'd do without you...say! Anna, huh?" Chrom poked Robin in the ribs. "Everyone's been getting hitched after the war. When are we going to have to get to have some fun at your expense?" Robin groaned internally. This was still not a conversation he was ready to have. "Not Anna, no. We're more friends. Or rivals. Well, it's complicated. But not in that way." "Not Anna? Hmm...you never really showed an interest in anyone else. Say, you're not...you don't like, er, the other team, do you?" "What gave you that impression?" Robin laughed. "No, I'm straight as an arrow, you might say." "Well, I'm stumped then! Give me a clue here." "Alright, well..." Robin began. He was absolutely, most certainly, not ready for this. Chrom may have recovered after Emmeryn's death, but appearances aside, Robin had not. He still felt like he was back there in front of the cliff. Some nights he dreamed about it. He decided to start from the beginning, to give himself more time to think about his words. "For a while, I tried not to think about romance. When you found me in that field, I had no memories of my past life. I still don't, really. When I rediscovered attraction, I had to stop and think - what of my past life? Did I love anyone? Did I have a girlfriend, back wherever I was in my past life? A family? Was I married? I just didn't know." Chrom let out a breath. "I hadn't thought of it that way before. I guess I'm guilty, in a way. I've never even thought about your life before the Shepherds. Did you ever try to find out, somehow?" "I'm assuming now that I don't. I think my name is well enough known thanks to the war that someone would have come forward if that was true, if they were still alive. Big hero of the war, and all that. But there has been nothing. It doesn't matter anymore - I think of myself as a Shepherd, now. Whatever I was before, was someone else's life. I think I've made a fine life here, among you all." "That you have!" Chrom said. "But you're stalling now...you said 'rediscovered'. That means you do fancy someone! Well, out with it!" "Huh. So I did." Robin admitted. He had carelessly let that slip a little too soon. "I...I'm really not ready to talk about this yet. It's too raw for me." Chrom backed off instantly. "Did something happen? During the war? I'm sorry, Robin. I shouldn't have pried." Still, his mind raced a bit. They hadn't lost any Shepherds, thanks to Robin's immense skill. Did he have his eyes on someone who was already committed? Robin was nothing if not perceptive, and he guessed the way his friend's thoughts headed. "It's not what you think. While I'm not ready to talk about it, I think...I think I can show you." Retrieving a key from his pocket, Robin unlocked a drawer at the bottom of his desk and pulled it open. He felt his eyes tear up again as he reached inside. He gently retrieved a box the size of a tome and placed it in Chrom's hands. Chrom stared at it. It was filled with papers. "Hiding this has brought me no comfort, but it is too painful to discuss." Robin said, standing up. "I'm going to go get some air. You can find me in the market, when you're done. If you still want to." With that, Robin left. Robin's last remark puzzled Chrom. If he still wanted to? What could he possibly mean by that? He glanced down at the box again. Whatever it was, it had Robin right upset. Chrom sat down on his friend's chair and looked at the papers. "Don't want to rip anything," he said to himself. He knew well his reputation for breaking things, and he certainly didn't want to accidentally destroy something that meant so much to his friend. So, very gently, he removed one of the pieces of paper and began to read. He was surprised by the name at the top. Emmeryn. It was in Robin's handwriting, too. It was a letter. There was nothing particularly telling about the letter. It must have been sent very early after Chrom had brought Robin back to the capital. It talked of Robin's concerns having no memories, worrying that he was some sort of enemy plant. He wrote about his concern of having no memories save those of war. Chrom felt himself give a minor chuckle; these were the exact concerns that Frederick had had himself! Chrom felt his heart grow heavy again as he read through their correspondence. The letters painted a vivid picture of how his sister and his best friend had grown close, bonding over the pressure of their respective stations. Emmeryn was lonely, had never known true happiness in her life, always served her people first and found the pressures of rule sometimes impossible to bear. Robin knew nothing save war, quite literally, and believed himself to be little more than an instrument of death. Emmeryn disagreed. In Robin, Emmeryn had found one who truly understood the stresses of rule. In Emmeryn, Robin had found that his life could hold meaning outside of war. Chrom had seen the results of the correspondence from the outside, he realized: Robin had slowly changed his opinion over the course of the Plegian campaign. Eventually at the end, he even agreed to stay on after the war as the new hierarch of Ylisse. Chrom's fingers brushed the bottom of the box, and he abruptly realized he held the last letter in his hand. It was from Robin to Emmeryn, before her kidnapping. He had asked her to marry him. He never received a response: soon, Emmeryn was kidnapped and sacrificed herself for the rest of them. Chrom sat back, stunned. It broke his heart to learn the depth of Robin's relationship with his sister. Not because he disapproved, far from it. What greater, more stalwart man could there be than Robin? Rather, it made him realize just how her death must have affected him. They had all been wounded, and Chrom felt some small measure of closure with Gangrel's death, but Robin had never moved on. Would never be able to move on. This last letter left him trapped in time. Chrom wondered if his friend had ever forgiven himself, or would be able to do so. How terribly it must have hurt for Robin, Chrom realized, to attend his wedding! A wedding that in any rightful world would have been Robin's own. Chrom gently returned the pile of letters to the box and placed it back in the drawer that Robin had opened. He needed to go find his friend, to tell him that he understood and that he was there for him. No, he thought, revising that first bit. His brother. Robin had always felt that way to him, over the last year. Had things turned out just a little differently, it would have been that way for real. He needed to find his brother and keep him from becoming lost to the world, like Chrom had almost been. His brother had saved him, now it was his time to do the same. Despite Chrom's best efforts, he had not been entirely able to prevent his friend and brother from slipping away into sadness. He had been fine, up until the war with Valm began. Now as each day passed Robin seemed to grow more distant. Was this what their first war would have been like, Chrom wondered, had Emmeryn not been there to temper Robin? The man had been no less successful in his battles this time around, but Chrom was worried. That had changed on one fateful day when the Shepherds were exploring some ruins, looking for a treasure blessed by Naga herself. Robin had come upon the enigmatic Morgan. It seemed impossible to Robin. His love had been taken away from him before he became a father. He supposed that, objectively, he might eventually fall in love again, but what gave Robin the first light of hope he felt in a long time was when Lucina did not recognize the girl. Morgan was not one of the children who had travelled back in time from the future. Lucina even confirmed that Robin had never married in her future. Morgan certainly recognized him, though! She was absolutely convinced that Robin was her father. It didn't take him or the others much convincing either: the enigmatic girl took after him almost completely, and her quirky nature soon won over the Shepherds. Robin knew he was being entirely irrational, but he took it as a sign that perhaps not all hope was lost for Emmeryn. While Morgan had disappointingly no memory of her mother, she had the same shining gold hair that Emmeryn had; a fact that seemed to escape the notice of everyone save Robin. It was with this sudden light in Robin's heart, then, that the Shepherds came across a village nestled by a mountain. Scarcely had the they made their appearance when a village Elder ran out to them. Chrom, Robin, and Frederick stepped ahead to greet him. "I can't believe you've come to our aid! Oh, gods be good! Thank you, sir!" The Elder said, out of breath. "We heard rumors of girls being snatched by the Grimleal for use in sacrificial rites." Frederick said. "Is this true?" "All true, I fear... Our own village has lost three already. Please, you must see that no more are allowed to suffer this cruel fate!" The Elder said. "The Grimleal have stolen their last victim. I swear it." Chrom said. "Do you know where the zealots gather?" Robin asked, already thinking of the next battle. The Elder thought for a moment. "One of the girls escaped and made her way here. Perhaps she can tell you more. She's a gentle sort, but a bit... Um... Well, why don't you come see her?" Chrom and Robin exchanged glances, wondering what the man meant by that. Frederick signaled the rest of the shepherds to follow, and they began to move into the village. "Ah, here she is." The Elder said. The three men stood in stunned silence. Lissa, who had been following behind them, moved up to join them. "Hey, why'd you guys stop? Oh my gosh! EMMERYN!" After the difficult Valmese campaign, the battle against the Grimleal that plagued the village had proven extremely easy. It was a joyous reunion, but at the same time a difficult one. Emmeryn's mind had been fractured by all that she had been through, and her memories had fled. Some moments she seemed her old self, while others she was almost catatonic. Chrom, Robin, and Lissa sat around the campfire, thinking about what it meant. Robin's sadness had been shattered. Emmeryn's appearance had reawakened his old self and he once more seemed happy and alive. Robin had taken it upon himself to take care of Emmeryn, calmly brushing aside any offered assistance in the past week. Sure, she was...different...but he didn't care. He was just happy to have her back at all. On the one hand, Chrom was happy for his brother. But on the other, he was worried. Emmeryn was no longer the same sister that had raised Lissa and himself, and not the same woman that Robin had fallen in love with. "You're wrong." Robin stated calmly as Chrom voiced those concerns. Lissa's mouth gaped open. She hadn't known about Robin and her sister; only Chrom was privy to that information. "Her memories may be gone and her mind in pieces, but she is the same person. Her nature, her grace, the way she cares and the way she loves everyone. That's what's important, and that she still has. Last week we thought her dead, and now she stands before us. Whether her mind is troubled or not, we have received nothing short of a true miracle. I've always been lucky in battle, but this...I've been granted the greatest boon to ever befall a man. I'll help her recover for as long as it takes. Until the end of my days, if necessary." Chrom smiled. "You're right. I should have never doubted you, or your intentions." Robin was right. Chrom knew that, at Emmeryn's core, she was the same sister that he and Lissa had grown up with. "And remember what I told you from before. There's not a man in the world I'd trust more with my sister than you, Robin. Here, wait a second..." Chrom dug through his pockets and pulled out a small box, which he pressed into Robin's hands. "Look familiar? I couldn't let this get lost." Robin did recognize it. "After the war..." he repeated to himself. "Yes, after the war." His musings were interrupted by a sudden weight tackling him and bowling him over. "Why didn't you tell us?!" Lissa shouted, no longer able to hold it in. Robin wasn't sure if it was from glee or fury. Probably both. "I didn't know you were in love with my sister! After all that wheedling and teasing about your love life, why did you never say anything?" "You aren't mad?" Robin asked, slowly bringing himself to his feet. "What? Of course not!" Lissa exclaimed. "This is wonderful!" "Well, it difficult for me, Lissa." Robin said. "I was afraid all I had left was a memory. Now the future seems brighter. Still..." Robin felt somber for a moment, and slipped the box into his pocket. "There is much to be done yet. We will celebrate later. After the war." "R...Robin?" Emmeryn's timid voice asked. Her mind pushed back against the fog that seemed to constantly seep in. Yes. This was Robin. And there was something she needed to know from him. "Your grace?" Robin looked up from his table filled with maps. He was so lost in concentration, planning the Shepherds' next move, that he hadn't heard her enter. He stood immediately. "Is everything alright? Do you need something? Can I help you with something?" "Robin...why?" Why was this man being so kind to her? There was something she couldn't remember, that she couldn't speak to him. She remembered things, now. Bits and pieces of a past life. Someone else's life. She had a brother and a sister. She was a ruler. The Exalt! That's what they called her, she remembered. Yes, that was it. The fog receded ever so slightly. But this man...what was he to her? Why was he always so kind to her? So many words to say, but to her frustration only a few could come out. "Why...so kind...to me? Robin?" "Your grace..." Robin began. How to answer? he wondered. How to explain that she was his light, his life, his everything, and that she had returned meaning to him with her presence? "I was once like you are now. No memories. No purpose. I only knew one thing, that of war. But you showed me then what life beyond war could mean. That there was a future, that that future was what I was fighting for and why I was here. You were, simply, everything to me. To have you back now means the world still has meaning, that there's still a future worth fighting for. That...oh, dear." Robin interrupted himself, concerned. Emmeryn had a strange look on her face. "I've said too much. I've just confused you, haven't I? I'm sorry, your grace. I shouldn't be so selfish." "No..." Emmeryn whispered. "You are...I am..." The fog blazed in her mind with the light of the sun. The blazing light was hope. That's who this man was. He was hope itself. The fog did not recede, but she knew that he would burn it all away with time. As she began to speak she felt the fog slip back, slowly but steadily. "You are...hope...to everyone. To me. I wander...through thick mists. Spirits call my name, but I cannot see them! I cannot find them. I am afraid. A brother, a sister...I can make out the images. Hazy. I cannot find them! You call my name, and I find you. You guide me through the fog. Your presence pushes it away. Stay with me! I am...better now, than I was. But not whole. Not yet. So...stay. You are my hope, my promise that I will be whole. I know that I will be. With you. You make me whole. You make me whole..." she repeated. Robin pulled Emmeryn into an embrace. He could not stop the tears from falling from his eyes. Was it sadness, from all that Emmeryn had suffered and continued to suffer? Or was it joy, from her confession to him and learning what he meant to her, and still meant to her? Perhaps both. "Your grace...my love...I will be with you always. Until the end of my days, and beyond." Reality had a sad way of interfering with the life's plans, Robin thought somberly. They stood on Grima's back and Robin had just defeated his doppleganger. Chrom bore heavy wounds from the battle but was being healed by Emmeryn herself, who had improved enough to remember who her brother and sister were. She reacted well to Robin's care, and got better and better with each passing day. "He is exposed! Finished it!" Lucina shouted from the background. Chrom, his wounds healed, stood up to do exactly that. I'm sorry, Emmeryn. Robin thought as he opened a wind tome with one hand and fingered the box in his pocket with the other. I know I made a promise to you and the others, but it is your example that I follow now. With that he began his spell. "Robin? What are you doing?!" Chrom shouted as the wind washed over him, blowing him and Emmeryn back into the rest of the Shepherds. "I'm sorry!" Robin replied. "But I will never let Grima be a threat to another soul again!" With that, Robin he drew the fell dragon's magic into himself and formed it into a crackling black spike. "For once, I'm glad you and I are the same, Grima. Now I can give my life to protect those I care for." "No! Robin!" Chrom shouted and ran forward, but it was too late. Robin drove the spike deep into Grima, who screamed as it pierced his spirit. The assembled Shepherds shuddered as they felt in their very souls. The scream seemed to awaken something deep within Emmeryn. "No!" she wailed, falling to her knees. "I remember it now, but moments too late! Why, Robin? Why?" "Because of my love for you." Emmeryn looked up and saw that Robin had wandered over to her and the rest of the Shepherds. He took her hand and pulled her up to him, into an embrace. "It pains me to no end to leave you, my love." Robin whispered sadly. "But I do it for the world. This creature shall never threaten another generation with the horrors we have seen." Emmeryn stood silently, weeping and holding on to Robin with all her strength. Robin held her tightly as wisps of mist slowly rose from his body. He seemed to almost be evaporating away. "Take care of her, Chrom." He said. "The world is in your hands now." "Don't say that, Robin!" Chrom said. "We'll find you again! Remember what Naga said! There is still hope." "Yes..." Robin said. He did not believe it so much, but he did not want to break their spirits as he left. "Keep me in your hearts, my friends. Your love for me and our bonds will bring me back if nothing else can." "You must come back, father!" Morgan said. "You haven't even had me yet!" "That is true." Robin smiled, hope once again creeping into his heart. Maybe he could believe, just a little. "Emmeryn, my love, I am sorry. I was truly blessed to hold your heart in life." As he said his final words, Robin's body dispersed entirely, leaving nothing but the rising mist which quickly dispersed into the wind. "I know..." Emmeryn whispered to the air. "I would not begrudge you your sacrifice." It was minutes later, after Naga had transported them off the fell dragon who had suffered the same fate, that Emmeryn sat on the green grass with her knees pulled to her chest, weeping. What was one woman's love compared to the fate of the world? she thought. But regardless of the truth, it still felt wrong. "Why have the gods made me remember, only to have what truly matters ripped away from me?" She whispered. "I know that he has done nothing more than I once have, but why now? Am I so cursed?" "No, sister!" Chrom exclaimed, pulling her towards him. "He will come back. I am sure of it." "Yeah!" Lissa agreed, joining Chrom on the other side of Emmeryn. "His love for you is stronger than any force in the world! It's the stuff of legends! He found you, despite everything! Now we'll find him!" "Your grace." Frederick said, kneeling in front of her. "I believe the same. Robin is too strong to simply disappear. It falls to us to look after the realm until he returns." The other Shepherds all spoke in turn, agreeing with Frederick in their own way. What started as a tiny ray of hope within the group soon became a blazing fire. "Alright." Emmeryn whispered, a ghost of a smile appearing on her face. She was not sure if it was true or not, but she had to believe them. She didn't think she could go on living again without Robin. Not after he had returned to her, only to be ripped away again so soon. "Then let us not rest until we find him again." "Chrom, we have to do SOMETHING." A familiar voice echoed through Robin's head. "What do you propose we do?" This was all so familiar... "I... I dunno..." Robin opened his eyes and rubbed them. Two hazy figures moved into his field of view. "I see you're awake now." One of them, masculine, said. "Hey there!" The female voice called. "There're better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know." Wait a second...he remembered that voice. "Chrom!" Robin exclaimed. The man smiled and reached his hand down, which Robin eagerly grasped in his own and pulled himself to his feet. He noted with pleasure that his own hand no longer bore the brand of the fell dragon. "You remember us!" Lissa exclaimed eaglerly. "Of course! How could I forget my friends? Wait...is Emmeryn here? How long have I been out for? Is she okay?" Robin fired off, talking a mile a minute and becoming increasingly incoherent. "It's only been two days!" Chrom answered. "She's here!" Lissa butted in. "She's the one who made us come here! She didn't believe you'd leave. None of us did! She had us come to where we first found you." "Though she may be a bit cross with you." Chrom chimed in. "Well, cross in her own way." he hastily added. "She knows why you did it, but despair has hung heavy in her heart the past two days." Robin felt a weight in his pocket and tapped his hand over it. Amazingly, he found the small box with the ring, just where he left it. "Thank you. It was indeed our bonds and her love that brought me back. I don't know how, but...well, here I am. I vow to never leave again." The day could not have been more perfect. The wind breezed lazily through the trees of the orchard and the sun stood proudly high in the sky. A perfect day for a wedding. Immense numbers of Ylissean citizens had come to witness the ceremony between their beloved Exalt, miraculously returned from the dead, and the great hero of Ylisse. Despite his normal confidence and poise, Robin could not help feeling a bit nervous. "What's the matter?" Chrom asked, clapping Robin on the back. He stood in as Robin's best man. There could be no other choice, as far as Robin was concerned. "This is a joyous day." "They're all counting on me." Robin said, sweeping his hand to indicate the masses that had come out for the occasion. "Our war has ended, but after today a battle begins anew. We have to rebuild the world and bring peace and prosperity to all our people. It's a serious charge." "You sound just like Emmeryn!" Chrom said. "But listen. After today, you live for you. You have done enough for all of us for a lifetime. Several lifetimes. And," he said, holding his finger up to silence Robin's objection, "I have full faith in you to do just what you said. We all do. I've seen it myself over the past two years. My sister knows it. That's why she fell for you in the first place. You know, it's funny. I always considered you to be my brother, but now you will be for real!" "Thanks, Chrom." Robin smiled, and then turned to look down the other end of the orchard. The bride's procession had begun, and any hint of nervousness about the future that Robin felt immediately fled when he saw Emmeryn. While every bride surely looked a beauty on her wedding day, Robin knew that Emmeryn outshone them all. The white dress, her shining golden hair, the grace with which she moved...she looked scintillating. Ethereal. Some of the nearby Shepherds briefly shaded their eyes with their hands as if they stared into the sun before nonchalantly coughing as if nothing happened. So, it seemed, he wasn't the only one who thought so. As the ceremony moved forward, Robin became more and more certain of himself and his future. This is what he had fought for, suffered for, and even died for. As he placed the ring that he had purchased so long ago on Emmeryn's finger, he knew that the future would be radiant. Just like her. "I once hoped I wouldn't survive the war." Robin heard himself saying. "Then you returned, and it was like the light came back to my life. I was prepared to throw myself away to ensure a peaceful future, but it seems that fate has plans with me yet. I feel as though I'm living a dream. From this moment forward, I vow to never leave you again." Robin leaned down to kiss her for the first time as husband and wife and the orchard erupted in a chorus of cheers and claps. The future was bright indeed.