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  1. Author's Note: Hi guys, I've finally finished the first part of my first fanfiction (well among, several ideas I originally had between FE7 and FE6). Though I'm not a prolific writer, I hope the read is still enjoyable. I've recently decided to join ff.net as well, so this story will be posted there. However, I've decided to have my story posted here first. Moving onto the content, this story takes place post-FE7, though the preclude does contain a large portion of how FE7 has ended. While future chapters will contain more original content, this is a warning to those who have not yet played the game and wish not to spoiled to turn back. For those who stayed behind, have fun! Link to feedback thread Edit: I figured out how to add buttons, yay! But the original link to the story's feedback thread is still there above the button. Prelude – The End of the Beginning The Dragon’s Gate, the Isle of Valor Bouncing off of the ancient temple walls, the sound of steel clashing and the cries of war animals rippled throughout the desolate battlefield. Sword onto sword, spear onto spear, Nergal’s remaining morphs had fought desperately to their end despite their master’s demise. Amidst this chaos, the young lord of Pherae named Eliwood made his way up the stairs as the last remaining fire dragon musters up its remaining defense. Not willing to give in without a fight, the red dragon let a deafening screech that could heard throughout the chamber. While the deafening sound had briefly stalled Eliwood, skillfully evades with the assistance of his mount, heavy blows from the creature’s sharp talons. Bringing it head back for a large attack, the dragon huffed letting out a giant wall of fire towards the young lord that was rushing up the stairs. As his eyes widened, Eliwood let out a loud scream as his hold onto the legendary weapon Durandal tightens. “Ahhh!” Having gained momentum enough momentum his horse leapt high into the air for one critical blow. With a clean cut, dealt the dragon a fatal wound as it shrieked in pain. Wailing rampantly before its own death, the dragon knocked over a massive stone pillar that had been supporting the Dragon’s Gate. From the uncontrollable swarm of dust and debris, it quickly engulfed the young Lycian lord. Hector, Lyn, and Nils, who had just made their way towards the Dragon’s Gate fighting together were shocked when they witnessed Eliwood’s mount came crashing before their eyes. With the person in question nowhere in sight, shock quickly turned into horror. Both shouting out their friend’s name, they hurried towards the piles of debris atop of the stairs near the still active gate. Just as the last morph which Hector and Lyn had fought was preventing them from proceeding any further, the Ostian lord roared. “You will NOT get in my way!!” Enraged by the morph’s actions, Hector took a powerful swing at the enemy with Armads, which broke the morph’s durable guard. Taking advantage of the opening Hector had made, Nils blew his flute to strengthen his companions with the blessing of Thor’s Ire. Lyn stepping forward with the Sol Katti quickly approached the morph. With the morph still disorientated from the strike Hector had dealt, Lyn dealt multiple slashes of her own, striking the morph’s vitals with pin-point precision. But even as the minion fell to the floor, everyone, without any other thoughts, they continued up the stairs to the pile of rubble that sat by the Dragon’s Gate. Upon reaching the debris, both lordlings and Nils breathed heavily as their body attempts to recover both from their fight against the morphs and their long trek from below. Exhausted, Nils was the first to slump down, dropping his flute in the process. Stricken with denial, Nils was at a loss of words, uttering, “i-it…can’t be…Lord Eliwood, he…” Though not as severe as Nils, Lyn too was struck with fear. “Gr…” Clutching his fists, Hector placed Armads beside the mound of rocks that stood nearly twice his size. Having disarmed, he began grabbing the rubble with his hands. “Come on buddy, don’t you dare die on me! Don’t you dare forgotten our oath!” He muttered as the Ostian Lord began to claw through the pile of rocks. Not in the mood to use pretty words to comfort his companions, instead he did what he had always done. “Snap out of it, both of you! Lyn, I never knew you as someone so weak!” Flaring up from his insult, Lyn bite her lip, “Hector, you take that back!” Without looking at Hector, Lyn began to remove rocks with her own two hands repeating, “I won’t lose.” With a grin in his face, Hector was pleased that his rouse had managed to get her confidence back. Even Nils who was beginning to tear up was helping out with the smaller debris. Though it was not like Hector himself remained completely detached from his own emotions, but he had to keep a strong demeanor for everyone’s sake. But without any response from the pile itself, Hector was deeply afraid of the what might have happened to his best friend. It was then, when the bard noticed the rubble in front of him began to move. “L-Lord Hector! Lyn! Over here!” The boy responded, catching the attention of both lordlings. Stepping back from the debris, a large stone stab began to tilt towards the side, revealing a red-hair lordling underneath. With the protection of his Divine Weapon being lodged deep into the stairs, it managed to stop the heavier debris from falling onto Eliwood. Hector and Lyn’s actions allowed Eliwood to worm himself out of the rubble. Falling over as the stone stab finally gave in to his strength. As regained his composure he coughed, accidently breathing in some of the dust that were floating around. “Lord Eliwood!” Nils cried out in relieve. “I’m here…!” Eliwood replied, trying to clear his throat from all the dust. “I’m…right here-!!” Just as he answered Nils, Hector began to roughing up Eliwood’s hair. “You little rascal…” Hector quietly growled. “Don’t you ever pull something like that again.” Eliwood let out a light-hearted laugh. “Alright, alright.” Though Hector, Lyn, and Nils haven’t noticed, the battlefield began to quiet as their band of friends and allies had finally defeated the last of the morph below the flight of stairs. Seeing that Nils and their lords were alright, they began to celebrate their final victory against Nergal and his plot to open the Dragon’s Gate. Eliwood, having been rescued, noticed Lyn, who had been silent the entire time, stood quietly behind Hector and Nils. Although it was supposed to be a joyous moment, Eliwood could see the Sacaen’s troubled face, though he couldn’t tell what was going through her mind. “Lyndis?” Eliwood called out. Turning around both Hector and Nils could see Lyn with one of her arms wrapped around her stomach. “Lyn?” Nils asked, “what’s wrong?” Lyn shook her head. Following up with her response, Hector asked, “Aren’t you glad that Eliwood’s okay?” Lyn shook her head again, though this time she finally spoke. “I am overjoyed. I really am.” Baffled with her response, Hector came over to his friend. “…you don’t look overjoyed.” “I-it’s…it’ just…,” Lyn replied, stuttering for the first time, “it’s just that I froze up when I thought Eliwood has…” Gripping her arm, she continued. “If it weren’t for you…Eliwood, what would have happened to-…?” Feeling a firm grip on her shoulder, Lyn looked up seeing Hector shaking his head with a smirk. “H-Hector?” “What? That’s it?” Hector laughed. “You helped out in the end right? You’re not that weak, right?” Lyn could see that the blue-haired lordling was trying to cheer her up from her slight misstep. Lightly tugging the female lordling towards Eliwood, Hector urged Lyn to see their friend. “Go on,” he replied with a light-hearted smiled. Lyn were surprised to finally see the softer side to him. “Hector, wait. I…” Before Lyn could compliment him for what he was doing for her, Hector gave Lyn a light-hearted pat on the shoulder, causing her to stumbled. Though it was originally well-intended, it turned out more of a shove than a push, causing Lyn glare at Hector at what he had just done. “I take that back. You’re just a big brute.” Bothered that his kindness was met with criticism, Hector retorted with frustration. “Hey, I was just trying to help! Right Nils?!” With Nils backing out from their fighting, Eliwood laughed wholeheartedly seeing that his friends were back to their usual shenanigans. Bramimond, who had just teleported back into the chambers with the unconscious Ninian after the dragon had fallen, silently witnessed to the scene from the background heard footsteps approaching behind him. Turning around, the dark mage could see Athos and the celebration that was taking place in the stairs below. With cheers, hugs, and kisses, everyone was relieved that everything was finally over. Despite their initial disagreements in helping humanity, Athos was grateful that his old friend for everything he has done. Without his assistance in unsealing the sacred weapons from their resting places, Athos feared Nergal would have triumphed, and humanity would be lost. “Bramimond, friend. I couldn’t thank you enough you for you help.” Mirroring both Athos’ voice Bramimond was calm in his reply, reaffirming their their long held friendship. “I want nothing more than to help a friend in need.” Athos seeing the blue-haired woman resting in Bramimond’s arms, he asked given out hints of concern, “how is she?” Looking down the person in his arms, Bramimond replied, “…though I cannot speak of her mind, I can assure you that her body and soul has returned to their original state.” “And you?” Hearing Athos’ response, he nodded. “I am fine, old friend. Though I have expended most of my magical reserves, they’ll replenish with time.” Relieved, Athos warmly placed his hand on Bramimond’s shoulder. Turning around to see Nils and the three lordlings, Athos remarked with grief. “This really takes me back, Bramimond. That night before the battle at the Temple of Dragons-.” Finally noticing the waning strength of his old friend, Bramimond interjected. “…Athos, you…” Shaking his head, Athos answered his friend. “…With Nergal gone, their future is bright…please Bramimond. Look after them for me.” Not far from Eliwood and his friends, Athos left Bramimond and Ninian behind to approach them. “Well done, brave successor to Roland. It’s finally over.” While his remained speech held firm and assuring, Bramimond could tell Athos was barely holding onto himself. “Finally, everything is…” Right before he finished his statement, he collapsed onto the floor. “Lord Athos!? Eliwood responded in shock. Surprised by his collapse, Hector was the first arrived by the old sage’s side. Gently lifting the elderly man from the hard floor, he commented, “Hey Greybeard, this isn’t funny. We had just won! What’s the meaning of this?!” With that remark Athos gave out a laugh before turning his attention for the young boy that was holding on to his arm. Athos had always treated Nils like the grandchildren he never had. For Nils to see his benefactor must have been heart-wrenching. “Please…please don’t go…” He plead. “Nils!” Hector rebuked, causing Nils to flinch. In seeing this, Lyn were quick to the young boy’s side, placing her gently hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Nils, it’s alright, everything will be okay.” Trying to comfort the grieving boy, she looked at Nils in the eye before turning and reprimanding the Ostian lordling for his insensitivity. “Hector!” In realizing his rash action, Hector gritted his teeth. “Tsk…” With a weak, but soft smile, Athos himself placed his hand over Nil’s hand to comfort him. “Although the time we spent was short, I was pleased to have both met you and your sister. It was thanks to you that I was able to finally see my wish come true. That dragons and human could exist outside of Arcadia…” “…Lord Athos…” Nils whimpered. With a centuries-old mastery of dark magic, Bramimond had long lost his own personality. Though it was likely to be the influence of those that was around him, Bramimond was uncharacteristically concerned over his last remaining friend. Seeing Athos’s collapse only confirms his concerns over his health. “Athos…” To not know whether or not his concerns for Athos were genuine or not, it must have been cruel to Bramimond, especially since it was in fact the last, Bramimond would ever seen his friend. On the other hand, Athos was just relieved to have a dear friend by his side before his dying breath. “…I’m sorry Bramimond…ha...looks like I’ve exhausted my strength. I…I’ll die before you, friend.” “…” He bent over to Eliwood to gently handed Ninian to the red-haired lordling. “Ninian!” Eliwood replied. Standing back up, Bramimond silently nodded, giving Athos’ his response. “I may well follow you soon, old friend. For now…I will sleep again.” Athos sighed. He knew from the start that it would difficult to convince Bramimond to take a more proactive role as a guardian to Elibe in his place. But that’s just who Bramimond was as a person. Shifting his attention to the three teenage lordlings, he continued. “Eliwood…Hector… Lyn…I’ve lived a long, long time. But now…I’m done. Do not grieve. Soon, I will be with long-absent friends…I have no regrets.” As Bramimond continues to quietly watch over them, Elwood cried out with Ninian still in his hands. “Lord Athos!!” Catching his breath, the old sage continues, “now…my friends...my family…let me give you a parting gift…as I lay dying…I see many things…I see the future…” From this Bramimond could see the change in Athos’ demeanor, distress by what he had just seen. “Oh…why? Why…is this not now…? Neither Bramimond nor I…will be…here…to help a land…in need…” Though scared of what the future has in store for them, Lyn couldn’t help but to ask. “What…do you see?” Lyn questioned the dying sage. “An evil star…rises in Bern…All of Elibe will once again awash in blood…but do not fear. Once again, Lycia brings hope. Children of fire…everything…” With that, Athos, one of the eight legendary heroes of the Scourging has passed on. As Athos mutter his final word, everyone near Athos fell silent as Nils began to weep. Lyn, who was trying to fight back her own tears, softly caressed his trembling shoulders. Breaking the silence, Eliwood silently remarked, “Lord Athos…even at the end…he thought of us…” “Greybeard…” Hector miserably muttered. Shaking her head, Lyn replied, “look, both of you…Lord Athos…It’s almost as though he’s smiling. Isn’t that right, Nils?” Sniffling, Nils softly nodded, “yes.” While Eliwood and his friends were trying hard comforting each other in their time of loss of a great mentor, Bramimond on the other hand was silently distraught. With the passing of Athos, Bramimond became the last remaining of hero on the continent. Again, Bramimond tried to attribute this to the people he was hearing around him, but the dark mage was taken aback by what Athos said before his death. “Bern…” He silently muttered to himself. With his final promise to Athos has fulfilled, he decided to leave before the feeling of grief could overwhelm him. As the rest of Eliwood’s party began to walk up to see what has just happened on the stair above, Bramimond quietly himself slips away from the Dragon’s Gate without uttering another word. The Shrine of Seals, Bern “…” Having teleported out of Valor, Bramimond could see a familiar building standing in the distance. Having expended most of his magic restoring a lost soul, the man had resorted to talismans and magic circles for traveling great distances. Standing on top of one of those magic circles, he took out from under his robe with a worn-out red tome. Opening it up to the first page, his other hand gently touched the equally worned-out words that were written on it. To my prec s fr end and riv Br mond, In celeb ion to your m tery over elder ma , a gift you ld sur ly like. Our f t mai c tome tog er. At os Handling book with great care, he slowly closing the book, bringing it back under his robes. Step away, Bramimond silently made his way towards the building. Lying unconsciously in front of the massive structure, a woman(?) who’s torso had been lazily bandaged up could be seen resting by stairs.
  2. With the introduction of Vanguard Ike as an legendary hero, the floodgates are open for others to have the same treatment. For me, I would consider some being a legendary hero if they have a massive influence over the plots of their game or have a high authority in game. Some of the ideas for future candidates I had are, Hero King Marth: by the end of Mystery, he had become the leader of the United Kingdom of Archanea, quite a feat. Knight Lord Seliph: He had avenged his father death, stopped the Grannvale empire, and put an end of the Loptyr Cult. Athos: He is one of the Eight Legends in Elibe, and has the stats to back it up Dheginsea: King of Goldoa, and one of Ashera's Three Heroes. Sephiran/Lehran: Bird Jesus that caused majority of events in Tellius. Light Priestess Micaiah: Where she is empowed by Yune The main trio of the Blazing Blade Great Lord Chrom Hero/Conqueror Alm Master Lord Roy
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