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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.

My favorite FE game is without a doubt, Sacred Stones. There are many reasons for that, but this post isn't about discussing what makes FE8 superior to other FE games, this post is about discussing the glaring flaw that looms in the story of SS, which is its place in the Fire Emblem universe. Through out the series, we can see games connect back to older games, implying that they are relevant. As for SS, there is no indication of it relating to other games, other than the hint that they exist in the same universe(as seen in references in Awakening), there is nothing that really puts FE8 in context of the FE series. There is nothing inherently wrong with this, but since they went out of their way to reference it in Awakening(rather obvious reference as you can practically find Erika's swords scattered just about anywhere in the world), I am convinced that there should be a continuation of the story that ties it to the overall story of FE. As such, here is my take on how FE8's continuation should play out. The battle was hard fought, but victorious in the end, Prince Ephraim and his Princess Erika defeated the Demon King, Fomortiis. As an honor and tribute to their bravery and valor, house Rausten entrusted the final Sacred Stone to the care of Renais. Though it contained a portion of the power of Fomortiis, it was nothing more than sealed dark energy, devoid of will. As such, Rausten considered the Stone to be an omen of misfortune, unfit to be held in its holy lands. Soon after the war ended, the calamity that was foreseen by the late Prince Lyon struck Grado. A massive earthquake destroyed the land. With the royalty of Grado dead, and no ruler to lead them, the country fell into despair. Seeking to take responsibility, Ephraim, now the king of Renais, proposed that the remaining land of Grado be divided among Frelia, Renais, and Jehanna. Pontifex Mansel, the ruler of Rausten, was grateful to King Ephraim for not even raising the question to include Rausten in the distribution of the land. Not only was there an existing friction between Raustens and Gradonians, but Rausten was land locked from the lands of Grado and had no means of intentions of expanding their borders. King Hayden, reluctant to accept the heavy burden of rebuilding Grado, was persuaded by Princess Tana and Prince Innes to accept the moral obligation. Emperor Joshua of Jehanna, who was also newly appointed as the ruler of the White Dunes, questioned why the land should be divided at all. Gradonians were a cultured people with a history of resilience. Rather, he proposed that the country should be aided, yet kept intact to preserve their identity. Shocked by their peer’s calmness and foresight, King Ephraim struggled to make a decision. After consulting with his council and the other nations, the decision was made to split Grado into three provinces with an appointed governor. Friela took responsibility for the Western province that spanned from Borgo Ride down to the Bethroen Peninsula. Cormag, a hero of Grado was appointed governor of the Western province. The Central province spanned from Renval to Taizel. King Ephraim at first considered to appoint Dussel to the heart of Grado in the Eastern Province, but was persuaded by Dussel himself to be appointed to the Central Province where the majority of the damage wrought by the earthquake lay. To Dussel, it was ever important that he stood as a symbol of hope for the people. Dussel also advised King Ephraim to appoint the heart of Grado to High Sorcerer Knoll, Lyon’s right hand man. Knoll undertook this responsibility with great care and set out to rebuild Grado both physically and politically. Under the guidance of Knoll, Grado became a republic, and as time passed Grado began to recover 20 years afterwards, King Ephraim, Emperor Joshua, and the new King of Frelia, King Innes, concluded that the restoration effort was a success and Grado no longer needed the support of its fellow nations. Happiness flourished in Magvel, and the war was becoming a distant memory. This was soon to change, unbeknownst to King Ephraim, a secret cult had formed among the High Council of Priests in Renais. They sought to exploit the stone, hearing of rumors of seeing into the future. They conducted experiments in secret, until they came across something they had never seen before. A vision of a land, a great war was being fought between a scarlet haired prince and a great evil. Feared by the destruction, they approached King Ephraim and told him of their experiments. King Ephraim immediately contacted Emperor Joshua. Joshua’s son, Prince Jonah was known for his bright red hair, a signature of royalty in Jehanna. Jonah was his father’s son, when his Joshua approached him with the fortune seen by Ephraim’s priest’s. Jonah refused to bear the burden and disappeared. The matter was not disclosed to the public and scouts were sent around the continent to find the fated leader of their battle. King Ephraim reached out to his daughter Eliana, and his nephew Elias, who were good friends of Jonah, to reach out to him and be there for him, lest he turns to a dark path. Ephraim and Erika appointed Franz the Faithful, who tutored Eliana the lance and sword, and Lute the Prodigy who tutored Elias the arts of magic and staves to accompany them on their journey. And so, the story of our young heroes began, yet none would expect the future that laid in store for them. _____________________________________________________________________________ So that's my prologue! let me know what you guys think! If you guys like it I will work on it some more, if not then please give me your feedback. I would love to improve my writing. Thanks!