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  1. I've just decided to connect with the FE fandom, and since I'm migrating from the Undertale trash heap, I have an interest in AU's (or, alternate universes). I've seen a few mentions of them here and there, but are they popular? I've been thinking of reskinning an old idea of mine onto Fates. Are there any AU's you would like to share? (Who knows, maybe I'll do some fanart, but keep in mind I'm a normie and I only played Fates and Awakening thus far) Also, what other sites are good for connecting with the fandom?
  2. Hey there you guys! Hope you all are having a great day today! So, for a while, I really haven't had the courage to do this…..Or patience. But I'm gonna at least try. So yeah! I'm here to announce the new Dark Revelations story, with a chapter by chapter format. And complete with new twists and a hopefully fleshed out story, I'm hoping that this will entertain you as much as more edg-... *Ahem* Exciting chapters. For those of you who don't know, this is the fic related to the post I made on FE Fanfic Central a while back. Anyways, hope you enjoy! And let me know what you thought of it. I'll be posting the other chapters fairly soon. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Northern Fortress Location: 5 days walk from Castle Krakenburg 2 day ride to Castle Krakenburg In place since King Xander the III (out of the 10 that have existed in history). Since its inception, the large fortress has been used to house people who could not pay out to debtors in time. Many who are sent here are often stated to not come out for years at a time due to the vicious cycle of debt. However, after the prosperous actions of King Marx prior to the Regalia War, it was made a meeting ground for all Nohrian assemblies if the throne room were to be assailed. It would also house those who have been ousted by the Nohrian court or those placed in contempt. Many of the previous Kings of Nohr placed unworthy or unfit brothers in these halls, deeming them against the crown or a moral liability. It now houses Princess Corrin, who is often a heavily debated subject of whether she deserves the right to hold as much sovereignty as Princess Camilla, due to her being older than Lady Elise and claimed by King Garon. Though due to the common people of the region and the royal family, the nobles and senators were forced to welcome her into their nation. She currently resides here until she can better improve her health and her contributions to the Nohrian army. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Well….you seem to be keeping yourself busy, now aren't you Corrin…?" "Yeah! I've been out playing with Hinoka and Wil all day! We even went over to go play in the garden fields! You should have been there Big Brother!" "I honestly wish I could. Father seems to be getting a bit more rigorous with his training, and even Master Asami is cranking down on me." Ryoma had said with a sigh as he rubbed the back of his head. "Aww….Can't you ask them to let you play once and awhile? Besides, it gets boring when you aren't playing with us…" Corrin said with a slight pout, crossing her arms as her cheeks had puffed out. In response, the prince had simply chuckled before placing a hand on her head and rustled her hair. "I'm afraid that my Father wouldn't let me do so so easily. After all, I'm the apparent "heir" to the crown. As such, there's no reason for me to keep "playing" like a child." Ryoma said with a sad sigh as Corrin frowned up at him. "Well that's no fair! You should be able to play as long as you want!" She spouted out, Ryoma only chuckling as he stood back up to his full height. "Trust me….I honestly wish that I could relax along with you guys….But things are...starting to become dangerous around here. They want me to make sure I can wield Father's blade in 3 years time. And because of that, my time is becoming a bit more strained than I thought it would." Ryoma said as Corrin looked down to the ground and pouted once more. "So does that mean you can't spend with us anymore?" She asked as Ryoma had only bent down to her level once more before putting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey...I'm not saying that now. I'll always make sure to make time with all of you. It's just going to be a bit less often. That's all." Ryoma said, trying to console the young girl the best he could. "...Alright...If you say so Big Brother… But you've got to promise!" She said as Ryoma had raised an eyebrow. "I promise Corr-" He began to say before Corrin nodded her head no. "I mean it Ryoma. I want you to pinkie swear me, alright? That way you can't break it." Corrin said, only causing Ryoma to give her a sideways glance. "Corrin, even that sounds a little-" He began to say before he was interrupted once more. Corrin had simply given him the biggest puppy dog eyes that she could, which had eventually had its effect on the prince. Soon enough, he had raised his pinkie finger to wrap it around Corrin, albeit while rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Ugh...Alright. I promise to never break this pinkie swear, for as long as I live." He said as Corrin had cheered happily before she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. At this, Ryoma couldn't help but wrap his arms back and smile down at her. "And I meant what I said. Even though things might get busy, I'll always be there for you three. I swear it." It had been a calm and cold day at the Northern Fortress. The soft array of bleak and dark colors had only added to the icy yet dulled attitude that came with the place. Snow had covered the rooftops of the massive fortress, capping the top of the ramparts with a fresh layer of snow. Snowflakes had fallen from said rooftops and from the sky, painting the landscape in a dazzling white. Inside the fortress had been a young woman that had been tightly wrapped within her cover. Her body had been cocooned in the thin sheet, most likely trying to conserve what warmth she had received. Beside her and at her bedside had been her two most loyal servants, Jakob and Flora. Both had been adorned with their typical work outfits. Two people, and two of the few people she could call her allies and friends. "Milady…." "Mmmm...Come on you two...Give me five more minutes…" She muttered as she burrowed herself deeper into her covers. At this, both Flora and Jakob had sighed as they exchanged a brief look of annoyance before Jakob nodded his head towards her. Flora acknowledged his nod with one of her own as she raised her hand towards Corrin. "Well….you do know how we wake up slugabeds in the Ice Tribe, now don't you Milady?" Flora teased as Corrin had simply burrowed even deeper in her cover. "Do your worst!" She sleepily called, her voice being a bit muffled by the cover. "Well….She certainly did ask for it." Flora said as she raised her hand near Corrin's shoulder before closing her eyes. In not time flat, her hand had begun to propel a cold mist that began to hit Corrin's unfortunately exposed head. And in seconds, the young dragoness had sprung awake, her eyes wide with her body shivering a bit. "Alright, alright! I'm up you two." She called out as Jakob and Flora had both stifled a giggle to avoid displeasing her further. "Sorry milady. You left me with little option at that point. Besides, you wouldn't want to miss your meeting with your siblings today, now would you?" Flora asked as Corrin's eyes widened in shock. "Oh gods! That's TODAY!? Oh man, I completely forgot! I have to get ready!" She exclaimed as she sprung out of bed and began to make her way to the closest to pull out her signature outfit and armor. "No need to find your way to the closet milady. Your outfit is already been cleaned and shined for your meeting with your siblings. We've also managed to set up your meal for this morning as well before you meet up with Gunter." Jakob said with a smile and a bow as Corrin had smiled up at him. "Thanks you two! You guys are the best!" Corrin said as she hugged the both of them tightly, her infectious smile even causing Flora to crack one. Jakob, however, was in awe as he placed a hand on his chest. "Thank you milady! Your words do give me the strength to go on! I barely deserve the affection!" He said with a flair of over-exaggeration as he bowed once more. Flora, however, had simply sighed and rolled her eyes at Jakob's words before smiling and handing Corrin a towel. "And here's the towel for the bath. We don't exactly have the luxury of warm water today milady. Sorry milady…" She apologised as Corrin waved her hand nonchalantly. "It's fine you two. After all, you can't just make it appear for me instantly. I really appreciate both of you helping me out." Corrin said with a smile as she began to grab the outfit that Jakob had set out for her. It was a beautiful array of silver plated armor that had been mainly focused on the protection of her torso and pelvis. Alongside it had been a pair of gauntlets that came up to her elbows, as well as plated leggings that extended down to her feet. It was a wonder for whichever blacksmith had crafted this armor, but she was nonetheless lucky to have something at least half as extravagant as what Leo or Camilla wore. She the began to make her way towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her while she prepared to strip herself and enter the bath. Flora had simply watched the young dragoness close the door to the shower before she slumped down to the bed in a bit of exhaustion. "My...She certainly seems spirited today, now doesn't she?" She giggled to herself as before she dustedoff her skirt and turned to Jakob. "How could she not? Being kept within this fortress is enough to make the notion of leaving it seem like a grand occasion. Besides, we both know how much she yearns to be with her siblings. They are the light in her life after all." Jakob said as he began to make his way down towards the main foyer. "I suppose so…" Flora said as she looked out the window for a brief moment, her mind and sight wandering to the distant snowflakes that fell outside. "Well, I'm off to help the stable girl welcome our esteemed guests. I'm guessing I can trust you to gather Gunter from his training so that he can escort Corrin to them...right?" Jakob asked as he placed a finger on his chin. "Oh! Yes! Forgive me Jakob. I was just….thinking to myself for a momen-" Flora said as she stood back up to her full height and rubbed her arm sheepishly. "It's quite alright. No need to explain any further though. Now...shall we?" He asked as he moved towards the stairs that led to the lower level. "Of course." Flora said as she began to descend down the stairs with Jakob following close behind. As the two had walked, Flora had kept her gaze down at the floor, her thoughts once again consuming her. Jakob had taken note of this as he let out a long sigh. "Gods Flora. If you want to state it already, then state it. What's been bothering you as of late to where it makes you look so dejected?" Jakob demanded as Flora had sighed as well. "It's….concerning my home tribe. I'm concerned about returning to them after this year. After all, my purpose for being here could spell some...complications. Even though I've done it every year since my arrival, I fear it won't be as simple as before." Flora said as Jakob had raised an eyebrow. "Ah yes. The Ice Tribe has gotten a bit more passionate in their distaste of Nohr, haven't they? Indeed, a bold action to be sure. And being that you serve Nohrian nobility while being the chieftain's daughter no less…." Jakob said as he stroked his chin and closed his eyes while he spoke. "It sickens me to this day that I've just become a prize to taunt the Ice Tribe with. Now it feels like my own people have somewhat ostracized me. It was my father that was the one to reach out to me and sit down with me during my annual return last year." Flora muttered as she clenched her fists. "And just for that reason alone they abandon you? I wish I could act surprised, but it still seems like a bit much." Jakob scoffed as Flora had simply clenched her fists. "Well, it certainly does go a bit deeper than that. But I can tell you're already starting to grow vexed because my mouth keeps running...right?" Flora said as Jakob had only given her a satisfactory smile. "My Flora, you really are starting to understand me!" Jakob said before he looked up to the see that their pathway had divulged. "Well, I'm off to Lilith. Oh, be a dear and mess with that pack of dust and bones now will you? He still has yet to get off from that snide remark of his." Jakob said as Flora had simply rolled her eyes again. Corrin had been laying in the bath, looking up at the ceiling of the bathroom. The cool water had been rather comfortable, despite what Flora had said earlier. It provided Corrin a brief moment to think about what would come to pass. Even if Xander's training had been incredibly hard on her and a full day of it would probably make her muscles scream….It was still time that she could spend with her family. Even though Leo and her got on each other's nerves at every moment, she still felt that she could learn a lot by reading alongside him. They even seemed to share the same interest in romantic comedies, but he didn't like to make that similarity very common….funnily enough at least. Or even a rousing game of chess could be entertaining for her...Granted if Leo made a wrong move on purpose once and awhile. And whenever she got to help Elise with playing any sort of game with her, it was a delight. It was pure insanity for any grow man or woman to still end up feeling angry or hateful after talking 5 minutes with the young Nohrian princess. Their visits had been the highlight of her life in all honesty, and she loved every moment of their stays. Even with all the tiny caveats within them. Eventually, Corrin had gotten out of the bath, grabbing a rag to dry off the water that had still clung to her body. After a few moments, Corrin reached for her undergarments, bra, and the undershirt and pants. Funnily enough, all four of them had been colored a dark black. After placing those on various parts of her body, she grabbed her gauntlets, metal leggings, and body armor. While it had been a bit of a tight squeeze compared to to the last time she had worn it, it still fit well enough with her figure. "Ugh...I definitely need to let Jakob know that this should be resized. I guess I could put an order in if I have the time later on I guess." She said as she finally put on the rest of her accesories, all finishing up with her signature cape that came down to her upper back. She then stood up to her full height, admiring herself in the mirror as her eyes scanned over her image for anything that looked out of place. "Alright….That was the easy part of today though. Too bad that all of this prep is going to be ruined by the time I'm done training with Xander though." She said to herself with a sigh before she took a moment to look at the mirror once more. Yet...as she stared at it...there was this faint image in her head that appeared. "We'll always be together...Right?" At that, Corrin couldn't tell why, but a small tear had run down her face. She slowly raised her hand to wipe it away, completely surprised by the sudden appearance of it. "Huh? Did I just….cry now?" She asked herself before she held her head. "Who was that person I was talking to in that dream…? Ryoma?" These visions had been coming more and more for her. With each passing day, they would come in sporadic bursts during her dreams. At times, she could feel little to no connection to them whatsoever. Yet there would be times, like just then, that she would begin to feel this longing sense of remorse or sadness. After a few moments though, she quickly shook her head and began to put the rest of her attire on. Soon enough, she was out of the door and heading down to the mess hall to go ahead and greet Gunter and Flora. After a bit, she had finally made her way down two flights of stairs to see both Flora and Gunter standing at the entrance to the Fortress, as they both were talking with one another over something. "Ah, so you're due back in a few days, are you not? Shame on you Flora, leaving all the work on that boy and I." Gunter chuckled as Flora had crossed her arms. "Are you stating that I have to handle everything around here? Now I know you're hoping that Jakob is within earshot." She replied back with a coy smile as Gunter had simply smirked. "It is amusing to go at each other like so. A verbal debate with him can entertain me for an hour rather than waiting on a command from the nobility. " "That's right….They shifted you to under Lord Xander's command last year, didn't they? As his guide of sorts rather than trainer, no?" Flora askedas Gunter had nodded his head in conformation. "I would hardly say that I'm needed for the position. I'm a capable fighter and leader, but he far outshines I in the knowledge of combat and discipline. In my own words, he shall make a fine King when the time comes for him to ascend…..Certainly better than his Father no doubt." Gunter said as Flora had crossed her arms. "We'll just have to see if he actually acknowledges his people….I highly doubt that he can be anything more superior than his Father." Flora said in a dismissive manner. "That is the question, yes. But I believe for what little time they had, he's been raised well enough by Katarina. I believe he has the opportunity to swing either way…" He mused to himself before he turned around to see Corrin approaching where they stood. "Gunter!" Corrin said with a happy smile as she ran up to the old man, wrapping her arms around him as a daughter would to her Father. "My, my….It's been a few weeks since I've seen you. How have things been holding up for you my lady?" Gunter asked as the two parted, with Corrin standing beside Flora. "It's the same old-same old over here. But that's not what's most important though. I want to hear about what happened with you though!" Corrin said, her eyes practically stars at that moment. Gunter and Flora had both chuckled at this, as Flora had took a step backwards towards where the stable girl was waiting. "I suppose I should leave you tow to our own devices. Your siblings should be arriving fairly soon." She said as Gunter had nodded his head to show thanks. "Well...if you wanted a good tale, then I suppose you came to the right place. You might want to listen a bit closer though." He said as he hefted his Steel Lance off of his back and on the floor before he began. "Our company had made it to the outer reaches of the Nohrian landscape, as we were tasked with uncovering a few strange phenomenon occuring with the sightings of strange beasts that resembled the Daemons from yonder lore. We heard the stories of a not only a river...but a sea of fire and molten lava that separated their domain from ours." "The Daemons…? I've read about them in the Nohrian textbooks Leo sends to me! Aren't they some kind of evil race that turned on humanity a long time ago?" Corrin asked as Gunter had nodded his head in confirmation. "Many in Nohr would agree with your sentiments My Lady. That being said, the subject of our kinsmen, those being the Daemons and the Dragonborn are controversial subjects. More so here than in any other nation due to Nohr's inherent distrust of the entities." Gunter explained before he cleared his throat. "But regardless….onto my tale. The company had stumbled upon an area that had overlooked this supposed "sea of fire". Yet, before we could investigate, we were intercepted by a loud voice that spoke with a presence that was twice as commanding as King Garon." Gunter before as Corrin's mouth went wide in awe. "Wait, who was it who commanded you all to leave?" Corrin asked as Gunter simply smiled down at her. "Well...I suppose we'll have to save that for later My Lady." Gunter said with a small smile as he looked to see that the door to the mess hall was opening once more. "It seems that they arrived. We'll have to delay that ravishing and possibly exaggerated tale for later." Flora said as she placed her hands behind her back in a formal manner as Corrin's eyes had lit up once more. The huge doors that had been encrusted with multiple tattered forms of tapestry had slowly swung open, their impact with the walls behind it resounding throughout the entire room. And soon enough, the sound of hooves could be heard before chattering to a stop, a few familiar neighs being heard. "They're here!" Corrin said with a bright smile as Gunter had simply chuckled while placing his hands behind his back in his typical stoic pose. In a matter of a minute, the four royals had all appeared in their signature outfits. The first two had been a tall young man that looked to be in his late twenties, as shown by his stern demeanor and expression, as well as the expression on his face. At his side had been the ethereal blade Siegfried, a weapon that had been feared throughout the Nohrian empire as the blade that cut down many a fool. To his side had been a woman adorned with brilliant and revealing dark black armor with a similar color scheme to the young man. Whilst the man had seemed quite exasperated on his entry, the woman seemed to be quite content with it all. Even chuckling could be seen. A bit behind the two had been her other two younger siblings, the both of them bickering with one another over some trivial matter. "I swear sister, you have more pestering questions than kids half your age! I've already given you a novel depicting how the process of the weather works." The young man that had spoken out first had been clad in a dark armor similar to Xander, albeit with less enthusiasm and change in color. He also had adorned a cowl around the nape of his neck, with his blonde hair being cut in a bowlish shape. His expression had noticeably showed irritation, a look that Corrin had known all too well. "Well at least I ask them! Besides, you're supposed to be the brainiac of the family Big Brother!" The young girl had said back at him, a cute pout causing her cheeks to puff up in frustration. "I'm always eager to help you Elise….But even I have my limits if you manage to ask me a question every 5 minutes. I'm your Big Brother. Not an encyclopedia." He said with a sigh as he Elise had only crossed her arms. Corrin had only chuckled at the antics of the two as they all had walked in, a smile forming on her face as she stood beside Gunter and Flora. "Things never change, now do they?" "Please you two...Let's not try and do this here. Not to say we have to make impressions, but try to uphold a little dignity." "But Big Broth-!" "But Xande-!" "I swear you two. For all the bickering you both get into, you make me feel like we're a band of performers." Xander said with a sigh before showing a wistful smile. He had then only looked up at Camilla, with the young woman expressing an expression of pity back towards the High Prince. Eventually though, they had taken notice of Corrin, Flora, and Gunter, as Elise had rushed over to embrace her older sister. "Big Sister!" She called out, causing Corrin to open her arms, ready to receive her hug. Soon enough, the young princess had wrapped her arms in a rather violent hug, practically spinning Corrin in circles from her momentum alone. Eventually, Elise had stopped spinning and had simply settled with wrapping her arms around Corrin with a bright smile on her face. "H-Hey Elise! It's good to see you!" Corrin said, albeit with a little difficulty due to the fact that her head was still spinning. Despite the fact that she had tried to physically and mentally prepared herself for "Snug-A-Hug" Attack, there was practically no way for any person of her size not to be caught off guard by it. "And she's still the same sweet Elise." Corrin thought to herself as a smile had formed on her face too as she finally regained her balance. "I missed you soooo much! We have so much to do and catch up on! I even figured out this really fun game that we can do together! Plus then we can take out to eat and then-" Elise said, practically jumping with excitement before Camilla had placed a hand on her shoulder. "Perhaps you should give your older sister a chance to process it all…?" She suggested before Elise looked back up at Corrin and realized that she might have overwhelmed her. "Oh...right….I'm sorry. It's just been a long time since we could visit her here." She said sheepishly as Corrin had rubbed the back of her head. "It's fine Camilla. Really. I was just caught off guard for a moment. But from what I heard, it sounds like today is gonna be a blast!" Corrin said with a bright smile of her own, which could only be matched with Elise's growing one. At that, Leo had finally walked over and chuckled to himself before he dusted off his outfit. "It's shocking how similar you two are. Especially with that goofy grin of yours." Leo teased with a small smirk as Corrin and Elise had both pouted. "What's wrong with being happy sometimes Mr. Doom and Gloom?" Corrin asked as Leo had simply looked up at her. "A difference in irritation is certainly present. That can be proven without any evidence whatsoever." Leo replied back before chuckling at Corrin's adorable perturbed expression. He then placed his hand atop her head and ruffled it, causing Corrin to blush a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "I missed you too Big Sister. And that expression most of all." Leo teased before he went off to join Xander and Gunter, whom were conversing. Camilla had then turned to Flora, placing a hand on her hip. "I see that you've been caring for our adorable little sister quite well in her absence. I can thank you for that, and for your continued service in the future." She said with a docile smile on her face, as Flora had managed to smile at her as well. "Why thank you Milady. Your pr-" She began to say before Camilla cut her off completely. "Don't get used to it though." She said, her demeanor instantly turning sour, and eerie and unsettling shadow being cast over her eyes. Not to mention that her eyes had shown with this sense of concealed anger and insanity. Flora had only nodded in response, practically sweating bullets in response as she gulped audibly. "Excellent~...Now, shall we make our way to the dinner table? I'm a bit famished from the journey, and I suppose we should let the others have their time together. I just know she's dying to catch up with her brother and sister." Camilla chuckled as she began to saunter over to the kitchen, Flora reluctantly following close behind with a look of both surprise and dismay. "So Sir Gunter. I heard of your recent findings in the Aisle of Fire. I would say that they are fairly concerning. Almost as concerning as how dreary our situation on the people seems." Xander said with a slight sigh. Gunter had looked towards Xander as he chuckled, though the latter part of his sentence had turned his expression grim. "My Lord, you honor me too much with a title as that. Sir was what I would be addressed by my combatants and allies. You are my superior now as the High Prince. But on that matter My Lord, I take it that the meeting with your father and his retainers didn't go well, presumably that is." He said as Xander had given a solemn nod. "Our resources are dwindling Gunter. The people are content to starve, and soon the nobles will follow. That is, to say the people will simply lie down and wait for death to come at their door. In a year's time, we could face the spark of rebellion if conditions cannot continue." Xander said as he clenched his fist before walking over to the window, beckoning Gunter over with him. Eventually, the two had looked out the large window, with the looming presence of the Krakenburg Mountains ever present. And in those mountains was the distant Castle Krakenburg and the city surrounding it. Even from a distance, it seemed dreary and bleak, the plains surrounding it making it even more so. "And our situation cannot improve at this rate. Our mages can manipulate the land, but only with what is actually present. We will run out of semi-fertile ground eventually. Crykensia, Cheve, and Izumo can afford to only send supplies in limited quantities. I suppose that would be the reason why you and your elder siblings were called in." Gunter said as Xander had placed a finger to his chin. "To my Father, there is only one option to keep our nation and people alive… We have to go to war against the nation of Hoshido….But we're going to need the manpower and strategic positions to do so. And there are few ways to gain these….than the eventual takeover of Cheve. So too, has Father declared." Xander said as Gunter had let out a sigh of his own. "I had thought that Cheve was going to be assimilated soon...But why such a rush? Has something come up with Chancellor Eindenburg?" He asked as Xander had cleared his throat. "A revolution, I fear. And led by-" He began before he turned to see Corrin, Leo, and Elise approaching them. "So that's where you two are! We were wondering why you had disappeared so suddenly." Corrin said as she looked up at Xander. To her, it had actually been a bit surreal standing next to him. His last visit, she had apparently been 2 inches shorter due to some freak growth spurt she had. Now she even stood on equal footing with Camilla...without her heeled boots on that is. "My! It seems our little princess has grown over since our last visit. One day, you might even surpass me in height." He said with a small smile, his expression brightening upon the sight of his family. "I know right? And I LOVE her new outfit! Who made you it?" Elise asked, her eyes turning to sparkles as she zoomed about Corrin, touching various parts of her armor with a look of fascination. "Well, I have to give credit to-" She began to say before she could hear a voice from the main door. "Ah! Forgive me my Lords and Ladies for the wait. Your dinner awaits you in the room over to your left. The stable girl will watch over your precious steeds." Jakob had said, a tray in his hand and that courteous smile plastered on his face. "You can tell us later I suppose. Shall we make our way over to the dinner table? I suppose that's where your servant and Camilla have run off to." Leo said as the group had nodded in response, following Jakob towards where the food had been stationed. Eventually, all five royals and the three servants had finally made their way towards the main table. The hall itself was just as massive as the greeting hall, but boasted a large table with tapestry ordaining the windows and drapes. Not only that, but the insignia on the bottom had given it a more regal feel as well, not discounting its actual meaning of course. The table had been packed with several food items, all donated by the royal family to be able to cook a successful meal for them. While they may have been meek and meager to some of the nobility, Jakob and Flora knew how to properly make any dish as exquisite as a royally prepared one. As such, the entire group had been thoroughly surprised to see these basic dishes come to life in such a way. "Might I say...You're two retainers are excellent cooks. I wouldn't have thought that they could make dishes like these this delectable!" Leo said as he raised his soup spoon to his mouth and took another sip. "And these biscuits are simply to die for. I wish I could cook anything this delicious." Camilla agreed before she grabbed another one to add on to her plate. "I concur. Thank you both for making such a wonderful meal. You have the Nohrian crown's thanks." Xander said with a smile of his own and a quick bow of his head. At this, the two butlers had completely different reactions. Jakob had accepted the praise with a smile, bowing his head in respect as well, all the while Flora had looked towards the ground in a mixture of uncomfort and surprise of her own. "Thank you all. Your words far exceed the amount of effort we put in. We are just glad that we could provide a meal to your standards." Jakob had said, speaking up for the both of them as Flora quickly nodded in agreement. "Are you kidding me? This meal is the best I've ever had in a long time! It's incredible!" Elise said out before finishing her last muffin. "Oh? And the bruschetta I cooked for you last night wasn't worth merit then?" Leo asked as Elise's eyes had went to the floor. "Well...uh...It wasn't bad! It was great even! It just wasn't that….memorable?" Elise stammered as she desperately looked over to Camilla and Xander for a bit of assistance. "It certainly wasn't that bad actually. It just lacked a little panash in all honesty." Xander said, hoping to make it seem less average than normal. "It was a bit bland, that I do remember darling. Sorry to say, but it was." Camilla said as she took another sip of her tea, which had only caused Leo to sink in his seat further. Xander and Elise had simply shot daggers at Camilla, to which the aloof second eldest sibling had shrugged her shoulders. "What? I was merely telling him the facts. No reason to sugar code everything I say." Camilla said as she placed down her tea cup. "Well so much for cooking for you all. I suppose you can enjoy the chef's cooking more than mine back at the castle." Leo said as he crossed his arms and finished the rest of the soup with a sour expression on his face. Of course, Corrin had leaned over a bit and placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled up at him. "You know….Leo….For what it's worth… I don't think your cooking is all that bad. Just….not so good." Corrin said with a small smirk of triumph, which had only caused Leo to scowl at her. "Oh, I see a petty streak here. What ever did I do to offend you Big Sister?" Leo asked as Corrin had rustled the top of his head. "Nothing too major Leo." Corrin said with a shrug as she grabbed her plate, preparing to put it where the other royals had stashed their plates and dirty china. At that, Xander had finally stood up along with Gunter, as both exchanged a nod before Xander had smiled. "While this has been a wonderful dinner...I believe we should move onto the next event. After all, I'm eager to see this growth that Gunter has praised you for. I would hope it's more than growth." Xander said as Corrin had pumped her fist in the air. "Fine then Big Brother! I'm going to come at you with everything I've got!" She announced with a proud and goofish smile, something that both Leo, Jakob, and Flora had sighed about. Camilla then gently walked over to the three as she bent down to whisper something into Flora's and Jakob's ears. "Very well milady...Staves on standby are going to be necessary in Lord Xander's training exercise.." Flora said with a nervous laugh, recalling the last practice session and how poorly it had ended for her liege. She had come back with bruises all over her arm and completely exhausted to boot. Xander might have been holding back with his Bronze Sword, but there was no amount of depowering that could close the gap between the two in skill. "Well….Let's hope for the best at least…." —_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ So yeah….that was Chapter One you guys. I honestly had a lot of fun writing this, and i have a lot of plans for this series. New events, villains, twists, and yes….even ships. As you can see, Twisted Truths will hopefully make the canon characters besides Corrin and Azura relevant. Some small things to mention though about this, as you've probably seen from this beginning. Felicia isn't gonna be in the story.....Yeah. Sorry about that Felicia fans... This story is actually going to start from the beginning rather than after chapter 6. Character relationships/personalities are going to be a tad different. Ex: Corrin and Leo get on each other's nerves, Camilla is a bit more...sassy is the way to put it, Flora is a bit more sarcastic. Hopefully, these aren't too drastic. Gunter in general and the lore behind him. So...yeah. Gunter is going to be much more respected in the Nohrian army, which will come into place later. Anyways, thanks for the read everybody. Chapter 2 is on the way….probably in 2 or 3 week's time. Expect a lot of Corrin's pain and Leo disappearing to fix his cowl-
  3. Welcome to another multi-chapter Pokémon story! This story is a bit different for reasons that will be explained inside of the link, but it should still be enjoyable! The first eight chapters have already been posted to fan fiction.net. In order to avoid clogging the page with links, everything is one link here. However, future updates to the story will have the normal one link per chapter. Here's the story's summary: "If she participated in that study, maybe she would finally be free… Free from not knowing her parents… Free from the bullying… Free from her mother's legacy…" AU https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12656845/1/Holly-Rising
  4. Post your questions, comments, concerns, cries for help, here! story thread OC name origins! Gamma, Clip, Keagan, Alexa: Name generators on Springhole.net, mostly the cyberpunk one. Raymond/Ray: Just how it's described in the story itself, along with a nod to gamma rays. Joan: Joan of Arc! I figured it was a good name for a female warrior type, considering her namesake literally was a female warrior. Russo, Stephen, Lulu, Cal, Clayton, Garth(not an OC but anyway): Random choices off the top of my head. Scipio/Scip/Skippy(don't call his 16 year old self that last one, he hates it): I wanted a kind of Roman sounding name for him for some mysterious reason. It works. Vincent: Vincent Van Gogh. He's the son of two artist types who I can also see being hipster parents who'd give their kid a kind of hipster name. Reyn's mother is named Sienna(meaning a red/orange color) and Gamma's mother is Candela, also name generatored, no connection to Pokemon Go.
  5. wheelsonfire

    Diary

    Welcome to Diary, another multi chapter fic that is part of the Traveler series. Its summary is as follows: "It's not a type of story usually write, but I have the urge to put this one to cause sometimes my writing is not so simple. It has spawned characters, worlds, even entire series with thousands of words… Like a series called Traveler. Traveler, yes, that's the reason why I'm doing this." Sixth part of the Traveler series, AU, Companion fic to Usurping and Holly Rising. Link here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12824908/1/Diary
  6. Feedback thread These are AU drabbles, written before I finished the game (I still haven't). The game has dropped some bombshells on me and now some stuff in here doesn't fit canon. That being: Try not to spoil anything you think I wouldn't know in your feedback. Constructive criticism is okay. But I'd highly prefer if you don't say "this is bad, that's bad, kthxbai", tell me what's good about it too, or if something made you lol or reminded you of something, etc. Mainly Reyn, but other playables do appear and have roles, along with necessary OCs. I'm in the process of adding one more drabble, but for now, enjoy these. PM me for the smut in Wild Hearts. Eclipse told me to handle it that way. Without the smut, it's PG 13/T rated. These are posted in the order they take place instead of the order I wrote them for your convenience. We start with: Wild Hearts, kind of a romance story. Part three is a meme from Deviant Art known as the pregnancy meme, where I filled out the prompts. Grand Theft Auto, Colony 9! Everything's here, folks, from ornery teenagers to hookers to, well, grand theft auto. Don't worry, the hooker part is tasteful, nobody orders her services. To be continued...
  7. So while I was writing my trashy love story for Fire Emblem, I decided to take a break and clean my closet. As I was cleaning all the dust, I noticed a bag of cards behind my clothes. It turns out it was my Chaotic Trading Cards, a game that I collected but never played because I didn't understand the rules. (Until now). For those of you who don't know what Chaotic is, it was a game created by 4kids as a way to compete with something like Yu-Gi-Oh by having cards and a cartoon which I also remember fondly. The premise of the show was a bunch of kids transport their souls? (4kids didn't explain it too well) To a location called Chaotic and compete in a bunch of virtual reality domes that transformed them into the monsters on their cards and battled it out on virtual maps that were also on the cards. While the show was cheesy and a bit stupid at times, the concept of turning into a character and fighting your friends for fun stuck with me. I talked about it with my brother, and he encouraged me to write it out. FIRE EMBLEM ONLINE Plot: In the year 20xx, Intelligent Systems with the help of Paragon Interactive created a new Fire Emblem game for the VR helmet. (I'll think of a better name). Unlike its turn-based strategy counterpart, this was a MOBA where players can turn into their favorite FE characters and battle out in maps from different FE games. It skyrocketed to the point where it has become a sport, and Paragon created a stadium where their championship would take place. Meet Travis, a high schooler and Fire Emblem fan who wishes to compete in the tournament. Join him as he gathers a team of 4 to fight in a battle for fame. Problem with writing this: My only exposure of Fire Emblem was Fates, and I only played a bit of Echoes but haven't finished it(which I will once I organize my game list). I have never played any of the older games, so this makes it hard to make a team of 4 if they are just going to be characters from the modern titles. I know the answer is to play the old ones, but my biggest question is should I cater to the fan base? (Ex: Gundam Build Fighters catered to theirs with all the Gundam from other series). Or is that a bad idea and I should just write it how I like it to be?
  8. Hi there everyone! I’ve been doing a lot of thinking on a little project I’m making. I thought that for the most part, my rp for FE Fates: A Dark Path went well. So, I thought, hey? Why not make it into a fanfic? So, I decided to pool all of my ideas on to this post, and ask you guys whether they sound like good ideas to you all. I'm a fairly experienced fanfic writer in general, but I've really only done small-scale projects that go on for 15 or so chapters with 3000 words each. But never before have I truly delved into world-building, and I figured that now would be the time to do so. I do enjoy me some Fire Emblem. Credit goes to NekoKnight for the original format of this questionnaire. Anyways 1. What routes are you working on? Is it an amalgamation of all three? Is it an alternate universe style retelling? It is an AU of the Revelations plot. It will go through a total of 2 to 3 arcs. 2. What notable changes would you make to the plot? Essentially, there will be major changes to the villains mostly, and who sides with who. The most obvious one is that Azura is going to be a major antagonist this time around, and directly serving Anankos. There is also going to be a brief period of peace, with the majority of battles ending after a massacre in Crykensia. From then on, the story would establish its own canon, with multiple things ending up differently and with certain characters taking a much darker route. 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? The issues of the Vallite curse are going to be reworked this time around. In this fic, I’m going to have it that King Cadros, in a desperate attempt to seal Anankos, had gathered his most powerful mages to cast a seal upon Anankos. Until the end of time would Anankos be sealed in Valla, as would the kingdom be sealed as well. The only people that could enter were Vallites themselves, and thus, only the royal family could unlock the bonds on Anankos. Not only must they have royal blood, but they also must obtain a large amount of quintessence, the cultivation of every being. You see, when a person dies, their quintessence is released back into the world. (Like in Fe7) Anankos, (like Nergal in some ways), requires more quintessence to receive his full power and break the chains that restrict him to Valla, and with someone one of royal blood helping him to do so. Iago’s personality is going to be shifted just a tad bit to make him seem more humane. He will be a radical advocate for the people, rationalizing that the only way to keep them alive is to invade the surrounding neutral countries. Thus, the people will begin to emphasize with him. In this fic, he desires to be king himself, and despises the Nohrian children who seem to be in the way of the throne. This will come at a head during Arc2, and during Xander’s succession to Garon, who is more focused on reestablishing stable political connections with the surrounding nations, and thus would gain support from them in due time. The throne is well, being thrown out. I think its purpose is rather stupid in all honesty. -Nohr and Hoshido are going to be more balanced out, with Nohr having legitimate reasons for doing what they did, and adding a few more corrupted Hoshidans and highlighting their selfish and racist tendencies. Are there any themes to be communicated over each route? If there were to be an overarching theme in the story, it would be the struggle of doing the “right” thing, even if the right thing may seem demonic by nature. Another theme I plan to tackle is whether emotions are necessary to humans, and whether they cause more harm or good. Whether we would accomplish more if we shed what made us “human”. What is the overall direction and "point" of each route? There are going to be a total of 2 arcs, with a possible third arc. Arc 1 is going to be about drawing the war to a close and bringing peace between the nations, who have sworn that they fight for their own version of justice. Corrin would venture across Nohr and Hoshido trying to quell the rage of both nations. The second arc is going to mainly focus on both kingdom's efforts to stop the new, emerging threat of Anankos, while dealing with the radical changes of leadership in the countries, as well the coups staged in both struggling nations. 3. What notable changes would you make to the characters? What is Kamui all about (background, personality, abilities)? Kamui is going to start out as a relatively naive character. Extremely upbeat and positive, brimming with energy, and has a bit of sass to her as well. In fact, she really won’t have any fantastic abilities in combat to start with either. She’ll be a mediocre leader as well. So in general, she starts out like the regular Kamui in a lot of ways. However, as time passes throughout the story, she will generally begin to mature and grow into her role as leader of the effort for peace. She’ll become a bit more modest and focused on her efforts, though she’ll still manage to keep that bit of sass and childlike vibrancy in her personality. Things are pretty similar to the games at this point. Until she ages to 11, she closely bonds with her Hoshidan family and becomes a part of the royal family, but she is kidnapped by Garon and taken to Nohr. There, Garon orders Iago to remove her memories of Hoshido, which is a long and painful process for Corrin. For 10 days did she spend in that dark dungeon, her mind feeling splintered afterward. She forgot the procedure though, and what had happened to her father on that day she was captured as well. She was naught but a shell of herself afterward, her eyes glassy, and her body unmoving. Out of concern and pity, the Nohrian family had started to care for her and spend time with her. Eventually, Kamui grew out of her tortured mind state as she began to bond with them, forming an especially close relationship with Leo, Elise, and her butler Jakob. From there, things would progress normally through the plot, until she reached the age of 17. As time had passed in her time throughout Nohr, Kamui had been having strange dreams about her time in Hoshido. However, no one would give her an answer for why she was having such dreams. Not her brothers and sisters, nor her butler would give her a straight answer. This egged her on even further, and soon she began to remember. Remember her time at Hoshido, remember her father's death, and remember the torture Garon and Iago put her through. She becomes angry at those who had kept such secrets from her, and demanded answers from her siblings, now stating that they had betrayed her trust. She even had the audacity to challenge Garon, stating that what he had done was wrong and immoral. For that, he had lashed out at her, slapping her face hard as he reminded him of her place to him. This had been the final straw for Kamui. She had eventually given in to her curiosity, and ventured to Hoshido. And that is where our journey begins. What is Aqua all about (personality, role in the plot)? Now, I would suppose it would be time to bring up the major difference in the room. That being Azura. Though I would be remiss if I started discussing her, without describing a new OC that would be very important to her backstory. Dylan was but a simple boy in a local village near Krakenburg. King Garon’s harsh rule and desperate attempts to have everyone conform to his new will had gone poorly, and the people revolted. Thus, he ordered a squadron of his knights to raid the village and kill all of the men, leaving the women and children to be taken to his castle. Garon, however, only brought them in as test subjects, now realizing that a war with Hoshido was imminent. He wanted to assure his victory in the war...He wanted to breed a powerful weapon he could use. And the blood that was gifted to him from the “Great Dragon” was sure to make his weapon. He then placed the people in his dungeons, and tasked Iago with experimenting on them with the dragon’s blood. Some, had horrible results. They died, screaming in utter agony. All but one boy survived the experiments. A young boy named Dylan. He himself had finally become what Iago and Garon desired, the first manufactured dragon. Though, his form was different. His body had become warped in several places, and his mind had refused to progress past that of his younger years. His transformations would grant him a large sum of strength, and yet they would deteriorate his mind until he regressed into a savage beast. He was erased from Nohrian records, and promptly moved out of Nohr, abandoned and alone. He had eventually made his way to Hoshido, where he was able to live his days in a relative exile, though he still bore the Hoshidans rumors about him day after day. He would be ignored and mistreated by the Hoshidans, who would see him as a strange boy with even stranger powers. And this is how he came across someone that would change his life forever. And thus, he finds a blue haired girl, crying to herself on the side of a ditch, with multiple injuries and a few scattered stones around her. This girl is Azura. Azura in this fic, would have been separated from her mother, who died during the defense of Valla after suddenly leaving Nohr to protect her birthplace. Thus, Azura is left in the only nation that would accept her, which is the kingdom of Nohr. Though, Azura begins to realize that the people had always hated her mother. The countless concubines that Garon had all held contempt and hatred for Arete, who had been the second queen after Katarina. Essentially in this story, Azura would have been never treated well by the Nohrians or Hoshidans, their citizens treating her like she was a bane on the world itself. Her Nohrian siblings had ignored her, due to the general hatred Arete people had, due to her marrying Garon but returning to Valla soon afterward. Thus, they labeled her a demon spawn, and the concubines of this era saw her as a threat to the throne. So, they told their sons and daughters, like Leo, Camilla, and Xander to ignore her completely and not socialize with her under any circumstances. For 9 years, Azura lived a life of pain and sadness. This is only accentuated when Corrin is brought into Nohr. Those small months before Azura was taken away to Hoshido, she sees the Nohrian siblings open up to Corrin, but not to her. They once again ignore her, and there were no search parties made for her when she disappeared into Hoshido. And her time in Hoshido was no different. Only at the age of 11, she is subjected to such torture. While her Hoshido siblings certainly were less cruel in that regard, the people were not. They labeled her as Nohrian Scum, calling her terrible things like... "Nohrian slut...Wench...." The insults were endless. They never stopped coming, and in Azura's mind, her siblings never stopped the citizens either. They would always make an excuse of some kind. Azura had finally had enough one day. When a soldier kicked her to the ground, she retaliated. There were reports of numerous stab wounds on the man, even past his death. The kind warm stares she received from Hinoka and Ryoma abruptly ended as they heard of what she did, and they had banished her to a remote shrine near a lake, and away from the people. Abandoned and forgotten, she is forced to live a life of despair. Thus, dark feelings start to take root in her heart. She slowly begins to curse and hate those that have abandoned her, and she begins to despise the very world itself. Though she does find one kind soul, one person that might change that. His name was Dylan. He felt Azura's pain and knew what she was going through, to an extent. He merely just wanted to make her feel better, so he hung out with her every day to make sure she wasn't lonely. Thus, they developed a close relationship, though that relationship started to crack after a few years. Dylan was a pacifist and never believed in vengeance and such. He and Azuar would argue about these subjects often. Though as time went on, the fights turned from small to big, and often ended with Azura leaving the shrine screaming at Dylan, saying that he was "siding with them", or that he was "weak". Eventually, after a huge argument, Azura comes across the spring near her shrine. She is now 17 years old. She is despairing over the fact that Dylan doesn't see her point of view. She sees a ripple in the water, getting into it for a moment. She recalls a song she used to hear her mother sing, and a gate to Valla opens up. She walks through it and manages to be contacted by Anankos. Anankos then proclaims himself as Azura's true father and manipulates her into joining him. He plays her like a violin, using her dark feelings and already growing insanity against her. Thus, she begins to serve him and only him, out of her "love" for her father. Azura then is given a choice by Anankos. He knows of a way for Dylan to see her way, and for him to not be eliminated. Azura readily agrees, and she heads over to Dylan. She then tells him that... "We'll be together soon, I promise. You don't need to worry about anything else darling...." "It might be scary now...But soon it will all be over, and we can come back together again..." A lance then goes through his heart as he crumples to the floor, and soon is reanimated as one of Anankos's soldiers. What are the Hoshidan and Nohrian siblings all about (personalities, roles in the plot)? Ryoma Ryoma would play out a similar way to most of the Royals, being the main leader of the Hoshidan forces. While he himself is not outright racist towards Nohrians, he still contains a deep hatred for them. He often will blame them, as many Hoshidans do, for the calamity that befalls them and the world. He does label them as Nohrian beasts or dogs, stating that all they know is war and violence. However, he is not completely resistant to change, and is willing to put aside his hatred for the greater good. However, Ryoma’s importance will greatly differ in Arc 2, where he will have to deal with an uprising of the citizens of Hoshido for his hastiness in agreeing to peace with the Nohrians rather than engaging in the war and finishing them off. Though in all honesty, there will be little difference between his canon version and this version though. Xander Xander will play a similar role to Ryoma, and holds a deep-seated hatred for the Hoshidans greed and vanity. Thus, he has no qualms about the tasks that Garon had him perform, for a while at least. Though Xander does have his limits, and he will resist some of the orders his Father will give if they disregard basic human rights. (Just like our favorite blonde Karl Marx in his OG game.) Like Ryoma, he does not wish to see more bloodshed. And after the events of the massacre of Crykensia, he agrees with Ryoma to still hostilities. This is a brief period of happiness for Nohr, and they slowly start to receive trades from the nations again. But the toll the war took on the people was too great. The nation’s already dwindling food supply is weakening, and the people are starving just as bad as they were before. This is only amplified in Arc 2, when king Garon is assassinated, and King Xander rises to the throne, only to be challenged to the throne by Iago. Camilla In this fic, while the character might be the same, I am planning to put a bit more emphasis on the female royal units. Camilla, will of course, still be obsessive about keeping stability and order within her family, taking the role of the overbearing mother. Obviously, like many good FE theorists say, Camilla obviously does this to make up for the fact that her mother had only used her as a pawn to get closer to King Garon. However, when Kamui begins to act out more, asking question after question about her life in Hoshido, Camilla tries to shut down her questions. She wants to keep that stability going, as it is the only thing keeping HER stability going. Things only escalate when Kamui starts to hound her father, and eventually gets put down by it. And eventually, when Kamui escapes to Hoshido, Camilla begins to lose her grip on her sanity. Her own guilt crashes in on herself, drowning her in depression. She blames herself for why Kamui had turned against them, choosing to side with nobody. Leo Leo himself will have an interesting relationship with Kamui. The two would often disagree a lot on how one would wish to rule a kingdom. Leo prefers a ruling system that gets results and is stable, and Kamui prefers one were the people are happy. Often, though Leo is the younger of the two, he often teases and makes snide remarks about Kamui’s relatively naive nature and childish antics. Kamui gets upset at this, but she typically lets it go after a few seconds. Though they bicker at times, Leo and Corrin hold the strongest bond with one another, just as they both do with Elise. I suppose you could say that they as younger siblings are closer than with Camilla and Xander. Takumi Takumi would play a role similarly to his old one, with him completely being driven by his hatred. He would, of course, be heavily skeptical of Corrin’s arriving, and often has arguments about his elder sibling’s reliance on peace tactics. This comes to a head on the Plains of Hoshido, where the two sides meet. Corrin manages to negotiate between the two to lower their weapons, and Ryoma and Xander agree. And just as things are going to end favorably, Takumi let’s loose an arrow at Elise, claiming that she was just a Nohrian snake, this all being against Ryoma’s orders. This cancels any compassion Nohr had for Hoshido, as it now reignites the battle they had begun long ago. After the initial fight, Ryoma and Hinoka are angered by his tactics. Takumi is hereby banished from the royal throne, and thus he feels betrayed by his family. He feels that HE is more Hoshidan than any of his brother’s or sisters. He thinks that they should be fighting Bohr his way. This only accelerates during Arc 2, during Ryoma’s ascension to the king of Hoshido. Ryoma agreed with Xander and Corrin to cease hostilities. However, not only was Takumi angered by this...but so were the people. They wanted revenge for the murder of their king and queen, and yet the king would agree to a draw that would have them SHARING resources with the ENEMY!? Takumi too desired this. He had eventually started to gain support, delivering speeches in direct opposition to his elder brother and sister. He slowly became the favored king of Hoshido, rather than Ryoma. And so this would start a new revolution within Hoshido. What is Garon, Mikoto, Lilith or any other important character all about? Garon will largely play the same role as the canon game, however, he is the one true Garon still. And though he still comes off as cold to his children, he is sympathetic to all of his children aside from Corrin, of whom he perceives as unworthy of his family name. He has ties to Anankos, though he tries to sever those ties at the end of Arc 1. This backfires though and leads to his own demise at the hands of Iago and Azura. When he is assassinated in Arc 2, he thus passes all the hatred tied to his name onto Xander, something the crown prince struggles to amend. What is Hydra all about (role in the plot)? Anankos is still the major boss and puppet master of the events. His goal is to release the binds that have been placed on him, and the only way to do that is with quintessence, and a Vallite royal, which he already has in the form of Azura. That is why he subtly influences others to further the war efforts and make it continue, rather than stop. What changes will be made to minor characters I plan on bringing more significance to the Hoshidan characters like Hana, perhaps having all people in Hoshido under a certain class have the same master. Like perhaps Ryoma and Hana trained under the same man or woman? 4. What notable changes would you make to the setting? What ideas do you have for world building? I intend to have more emphasis on the middle kingdoms, such as Izumo, Mokushu, Cykrensia, and Nestra. They will play into the politics of the countries heavily, with some allying with a nation, and some banding together to fight both. What kind of history does this continent have? The history and lore of the game will also largely be the same. I am also naming the world of Fates Dividire, which means “to force apart, cleave, or distribute”. What is the balance of natural and supernatural elements? The world of fates will rely heavily on magical elements, though I hope to bring out the gritty and hell like life that one would suffer on the battlefield. As such, the initial war will last for nearly 3 years until the massacre of Crykensia would stop it. Are the Faceless and invisible enemies in your story? The Faceless are being edited out of the story, but invisible enemies are going to continue throughout it as parts of Anankos forces. 5. Do any characters die? Actually yes, a lot frankly. While in the first Arc, character death will be at a minimum, aside from possibly one person, the second Arc is a whole different story. All in all, it will take a much darker tone, and as such, the ending will have multiple...and possibly all the main units dying. Only a few may end up surviving against Anankos. Some examples will be of course Mikoto, Juliana, Dylan, some of the retainers, and possibly some of the royal units. 6. Do you introduce any new characters? Yes. There are going to be a total of 4 new characters. 3 are Hoshidan characters, and 1 is a new villain. Kaguya- Samurai A close confidant and trusted friend to Ryoma. Both have trained under Asami, along with Hana as well during their younger years. She is loyal to a fault, stubborn, and dedicated but easily flustered. She is also fierce rivals with Hana, whom she has held a grudge with for many years. Asami- Swordmaster A quiet and strict master of the sword. Hailing from the destroyed village of Kohga, Asami is a feared and renowned swordfighter, only matching in skill with Sumeragi. she had been asked to teach his son and his people her ways, and she reluctantly agreed. She has currently taught 3 students, and finds Kaguya to be the most adept with the skill. She secretly hopes for the day to confront Kotaro and end his life, satisfying her revenge for what he did to her people. Mahiru- Pegasus Knight An easy-going, mischievous, and loud-mouthed Pegasus Knight. Mahiru often doesn't hesitate to speak her mind, and will often do so at any point she wishes. She has developed a close relationship with Takumi as not only his retainer, but as one of his few close friends. Dylan- ??? A young man of unknown origin. He seems to hold some close connection to Azura, and seems unfazed by her wicked plans as he stands by her. His intentions are unclear, and he seems to hold some power within him. As if he was human, but not human.... 7. Are any characters going to be cut? Yes. For the purposes of cutting extra, unneeded characters, I am planning on cutting Setsuna, Hinata, Oboro, Peri, Kagero, Felicia, Arthur, Lilith, Hans, and other characters. Pretty much in all, I hope that this story will take the actual world, war, and story of these character to a more life-like and gritty degree. Characters will not only have to overcome their own demons, but their inner demons as well. Regret, anguish, control, savagery, and, most of all….tolerance. And yeah, that was pretty much what I was thinking about this. Please comment down below on any suggestions or thoughts you had about these ideas. What you liked, disliked, all of it. I'm eager to get a discussion going. :)
  9. Hello, and I'm here to give you all a late Christmas/Early New Year present! These two fan fictions were created for Secret Santa in two different places, but I was unable to post them here until now due to time constraints. However, those constraints are no longer present, so here they are now! Like some of my other fan fiction, these two stories are not related to Fire Emblem (they’re Pokémon). However, I hope you can still enjoy a little of the holiday spirit, in preparation for a happy new year! :) The links to the two fan fictions are below: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12287239/1/A-Christmas-Puppy https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12283927/1/Promises-to-Keep
  10. So as the title suggests, this post is for a pair of Pokémon stories. I like Fire Emblem, but I'm also a huge Pokémon fan, so I'll probably be posting a lot of Pokémon stories here too. But the stories are short one shots, so they are posted together despite being very different. The first, His Dream, is an AU of the Pokémon Anime. To say more would be spoilers, but I will say that the story focuses on Ash and Pikachu, and contains major spoilers for the Black and White arc. This story was also written about four years ago, and since then a sequel has been requested. However, as of this writing, no sequel has been made. The link to this fan fiction is here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8132530/1/His-Dream The second one is a much more recent fan fiction about Halloween. It was submitted for a contest on the Fanfiction.net forum Writers Anonymous. The goal was to write about anything related to Halloween, in 1000 to 4000 words (not including author's notes). The result was this fan fiction. It takes place in the world of the Generation VI games (X and Y). It doesn't mention some locations in those games, but nothing that should be spoilers. Its link is here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12193834/1/The-Special-Day Enjoy!
  11. WARNING: This story will have Conquest spoilers, especially as it goes on. You have been warned. Meet Fate and Jurgen. Nohr has a corrupt king. This is not new knowledge. Nohrians have been suffering under Garon's rule, and relations between Nohr and Hoshido have been strained to say the least since the death of the Hoshidan king, Sumeragi. Naturally, this caused dissent within the Nohrian populace. People starved, men and women were drafted into the army to fight without a cause. Dissent breeds rebellion, and before long there were numerous groups of people aiming to end Garon's rule and breathe life back into the dying land of Nohr. Growing up under such harsh conditions, it's no surprise that Jurgen joined one of these groups as soon as he was old enough to wield a sword and properly fight, timid and cowardly as he was. Nohr's warmongering had cost him his father, and his heirloom golden blade is a constant reminder as to just what he's fighting for. While he has proven perhaps too cowardly for the front lines, Jurgen has a good heart and strong morals. Perhaps now is his chance to prove himself, as the rebellion is stirring and soon it will be time to act. Fate, or so she has called herself since she left her homeland of Hoshido, is a warrior, through and through. Her family often used to joke that she was born with a naginata in hand, and was rarely seen without one. This warrior's spirit saw her join the service of the Hoshidan army, but the peace maintained by Queen Mikoto meant that Fate rarely saw true battle. Upon hearing of a growing rebellion in Nohr, Fate decided to leave for Hoshido's sister country and help prevent war in her own homeland by striking at its source. Unfortunately for Fate, her disguise as a Nohrian was perhaps too good and now she finds herself in the sticky situation of dealing with having to take Garon's orders while rebelling at the same time. Fate and Jurgen have become close friends, often fighting together and helping each other out when it comes to defying King Garon. With the Nohrian princes and princesses themselves practically begging them two save their country and father, there is no way that the pair could turn down such a request. Perhaps it was unwise to act without the support of the revolution behind them, but sometimes things just have to be done.
  12. 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.
  13. WARNING: This thing has Revelation spoilers all over it. ALL OVER IT. Meet Eve. Don't let appearances fool you. Behind those adorable pigtails and puppydog eyes lies a stone cold killer. Xander isn't listening to her because he's smart. He is not fooled by her diminutive stature and honeyed words laced with lies. Eve is a devious little princess of Valla, and is here on a mission. A mission to lure both the Nohrian and Hoshidan royal families to their doom when they meet her lord and liege Anankos in Valla. She has succeeded on rescuing Azura, a fellow conspirator, from the clutches of the Hoshidans, as well as fending of both the Hoshidan and Nohrian forces to secure an escape route and now has to flee to Valla for a time to lay out her proper plans. For the time being she is going to keep Jakob alive. After all, she needs someone to heal Azura's wounds. Because Eve is invincible. Or so she thinks. Clad in heavy armour, she hopes to be an impenetrable and slowly moving wall of death to her foes. Just hope she doesn't run into any Diviners. Best of luck with that, Eve.
  14. A/N Well, I felt that maybe this story might get bit of attention here, I hope I'm following all the guidelines for posting things on both this site and this forum. If I'm not then I will gladly both take this down and make my self scarce on this forum. Anyway, here's the first chapter. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prelude The battle was going to be crucial, it was going to decide everything. All the battles, all the time, all the struggles and hardships that had built him up to this point were going into this effort now. A loud crash echoed throughout the chamber as he saw his friend match the tyrant they were fighting blow for blow, but it was not enough. Power and ferocity radiated from this man, this king of destruction and horror. Yet how much of him was still man? How much was not simple bestial hunger and rage, how else could anyone put into action such wretched plans, and commit atrocities by the thousands? It didn’t matter now, it wasn’t the time for introspection or reflection, it was the time to fight! With a cry a bolt of lightning was launched at the madman while his blade was locked with another. The blast found its mark, but the foe of all good and honest people in the land only laughed as the Thoron spell almost bounced off his armor. With a smile that could chill bone, the monster threw off the blade of his opponent and send him tumbling to the ground. The demon who’d brought them to this point attacked the only other person currently standing in the room. Fire and death roared out from his left hand, and the magical defenses that stood against the blows could only shudder against this assault. The owner of said protection spells was then soon blasted across the room and found the wall crashing into his back. Without a big change in circumstances, the two heroes who stood against this warmonger and his plans would be nothing more than dust before his might. “Posturing fools!” The tyrant said as he approached where the Heir of Heroes lay on the ground. “Have you learned nothing?” With an armored foot he kicked the blue haired leader of men across the room and laughed maniacally as he brought his weapons ready seal his victory. “There are be none before me! There shall be none after me!” He stood before his fallen foe, ready to deal the killing blow and end all hope for the future, “Die now for defying the House of a Hundred Demons, for I am the Devil King of the Sixth Heaven! O-” “You talk too much!” The black hearted individual turned his head around just in time to see a powerful Thoron spell crash into him. Unlike the last time though, this bolt struck with hard fury knocked back the Devil King. Rather than act surprised or angered however, the one hailed as the Devil King could only smile in satisfaction as a lone man walked towards doom and destiny. Eyes of a weathered but kindhearted sort gazed into eyes full of malice and darkness. While there was dark power in one set, there was hope and courage in the other, but in both was one thing that was plain to see. Determination and a will of iron that would see both to whatever end they had chosen. This was clear to the two combatants, and they knew that this would be their last and final encounter one way or another. “I suppose I might have been wrong about you! Perhaps there yet exists one in this world who is worthy of my name! It matters not, you cannot stop what is destiny, what is fate!” “No! I will stop you, stop you here and now forever!” The clash of power began with lightning and fire struggling against each other, a fight more of willpower than of raw strength. The words of power read off the ancient and powerful tome sparked energy and might of another age long gone, while the power that stood against it was a miracle of metallurgy and sorcery both, a combination of the best of modern science and the worst of ancient magics. Sparks and flames spewed forth from the center of their duel, and any close by would surely feel the massive surge of power radiating throughout the room. It was with a whisper and not a yell the battle was decided, with the small utterance of the final word of power the strength of the Thoron spell became that of a storm, vengeful and righteous in fury. Even as the Devil King tried to fire his way through the magical might arrayed against him his power failed. He was engulfed in storm and electricity and cried out in pain once his body was enveloped in the tempest. It was at this point the Scion of Legends saw his chance. With the blade of heroes he ran the monster through with all the might left in his bones. Even the power of the House of a Hundred Demons could not stand against such force, with a earth shattering roar the Devil King fell to his knees and began to fade from this world. With the battle seemingly over with, the two heroes of the hour stood exhausted but jubilant in their own way. What only one of them saw was that the Demon King was not quite done with his fight. “YOU INSOLENT WRETCHES!” He cried as he let off one last blast towards the two heroes. With a great shove the tactician of the Shepherds of Ylisse pushed his commanding officer out of the way of the final dying strike of their enemy. The attack narrowly missed them both, but the force of the explosion knocked them to the ground. The smoke cleared from the tactician's eyes and one of the first things in his field of vision was his friend’s hand. Grasping it quickly, the master of magic, blades, and tactics got up to his feet and smiled a with a sigh of relief. “I think, it’s over now.” The Exalt of Ylisse surmised as red devilish energy dissipated from the now empty armor. “We only carried the day thanks to your work.” Even as Chrom said those words the vision and mind of the man hailed as the High Deliverer of the land became clouded and dark. A sharp and menacing laugh was heard in his head, and it wasn’t long before a voice became to worm its way into a brain normally full of strategies and battle plans. ‘How little you understand of destiny and power, young child.’ It said as control began to vanish, even as he could still feel his hands and feet. ‘How arrogant you were to think you could stand against my might. Watch now as all your work is undone!’ The tactician heard a grunt of pain and saw a flash of light. He wanted to scream, but no words came out of his mouth. The sight he was treated to was his closest friend skewered by a bolt of lightning, and even before his eyes turned down to his hands he knew who fired that mortal wounding blow. He wanted to cry, scream, anything, do something rather than be a prisoner in his own body. Yet there was nothing, the tactician’s eyes could only turn towards Chrom’s face, still full of kindness and trust despite losing life as every moment passed. “Please... It’s not your fault. Leave this place and live... Your hear me? That’s an order! Live, live..” That last thing heard before his conscious mind ended was damnable laughter of a man who’d caused the land to be torn asunder, and then the world melted into blackness. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Edit: Any feedback would be much appreciated, I think the etiquette here is to start a feedback topic for that purpose, I think you're also supposed to put back and forth links on both topics so I'll try and do that as well. Edit 2: feedback topic: http://serenesforest.net/forums/index.php?showtopic=54619
  15. So what if things were different in [insert franchise here]? What if Ash Ketchum won his first league? What if Ninian did not die? What if Ashnard was obsessed with unicorns? Here, we attempt to answer those questions! One person poses a what if question about a franchise, and the next poster says how things would be different if the question was true and poses their own! I'll get us started with: What if Micaiah used swords?
  16. Eh... I feel very awkward doing this... but I really need some high-level feedback that is from some actual FE fans and not just poor Remi whom I have to beg to review. Ah, well, I might as well explain. I find it a bit really strange to post multi-chapter fics on a forum, so I think we're all better off with Links (provided later). Like most of my FE fics, By Another focuses on Elibe's canon I'm not even wholly sure why I focus on Elibe so much. The plot centers on what might have happened if Nergal raised Roy. And Nergal's barely in it right now! He's more important later, though. The plot bunny spiraled out of control since it was origionally a family fic not a romance, haha. Either way, Roy/Lilina is the main pairing, with Wolt/Sue and later Raigh/Sophia as well. Currantly, past-canon pairs in-fic are: Eliwood/Ninian (necessary for it to work), Hector/Lyn (not really necessary but hey whatever, she's the one who Hector will fall for first if he just stood next to Florina and Lyn for 5-ever), Rebecca/Lowen (Just for an excuse to include him), and... Nils/Nino. No, I'm not kidding. Nils/Nino. Shoot me if you will. I don't care who Nino winds up with but this was too perfect for plot. Ah, well. Here is the link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9691359/1/By-Another The first 9 chapters, the prologue, and a couple Gaidens are done. You can use the thread for questioning me about plot, giving criticism, or whtever else comes to mind. Also, remember my usual tendencies. In my mind, tragedy=win. This won't end terribly, but it won't be 100% happy fun time either. I mean, even some of The Story of Roy and (Insert Girl Here)'s crackyness chapters end with an apocalypse. ...That's it, really. I'll post when new chapters are up.
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