Adriannu255: Well, my first attempt at a Fire Emblem fic. I know there are fics that talk about Soren being raised by his father, but what if he was raised by his mother? Would he have turned out differently, happier in a way? This is what I think would've happened.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or any of its characters, locations, etc.
WARNING! THIS FIC CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR FE 9 AND 10! IF YOU DON'T WANT ANYTHING RUINED FOR YOU DON'T READ THIS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
A Prince's Journey
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Year 645, Spring; Capital of Daein, Nevassa...
Soren sat in his bedroom in a mansion in the nobles' district in the Daein capital, Nevassa. He was a young man with long, dark green hair, ruby red eyes, and a strange red mark on his forehead, which signified his cursed heritage. He had lived here for the past nineteen years of his life, along with his mother, Goldoa's Princess Almedha. Almedha was a very loving mother, yet she was also headstrong and stubborn, characteristics she passed on to the young prince. Soren, though he didn't show it often, loved his mother dearly.
His relationship with his father, King Ashnard, was nothing like this. Although the king was gracious enough to provide the two of them with a place to live, it had only been because Soren was discovered to have a naturally tactical mind and an affinity in the arcane arts. Soren had never even seen his father face-to-face, and neither had made any effort to contact the other. But, given everything Ashnard had done to Almedha's family, Soren was perfectly fine with this.
Soren was in his room studying a Tornado tome, a gift from Almedha, when he heard hurried footsteps coming up towards his room. He turned as the door opened to reveal his mother looking almost terrified. Soren immediately ran over to her. "What is wrong, Mother?"
"Soren," Almedha spoke softly, "one of the Imperial Guard has arrived…with a message from your father…"
"Ashnard?" Soren's eyes narrowed in anger at the mere mention of the man he hated more than any other. Almedha nodded. Soren walked past her and down the stairs to meet the guard, with Almedha following.
"Prince Soren," the guard nodded in respect to the young prince. "King Ashnard requests a meeting with you immediately. If you will follow me."
The guard turned to leave, but Soren stopped him. "And if I refuse?" he asked in anger.
The guard turned back around, glaring. "Allow me to rephrase that, prince. King Ashnard demands that you come meet with him in the throne room immediately."
Almedha spoke up, calmly. "I would like to accompany my son."
"I'm afraid I cannot allow that, Lady Almedha. The king requested the presence of the prince, and only the prince."
Almedha was about to protest, when Soren held up a hand to silence her. "I will be alright by myself, Mother," he said gently. He then turned and left with the guard.
When they reached the keep, the guard led him to the strategy room. That was the first time Soren saw his father, Ashnard. The Four Riders, Bryce, Tauroneo, Petrine, and Lanvega were present as well, along with the tactician, Ena, who had helped Almedha in raising Soren.
The guard stepped forward and knelt down. "I have brought Prince Soren as requested, my lord."
"Very well. Leave us," Ashnard dismissed the guard, and turned his attention to the young man in front of him. "I have heard from Ena that you have been studying the art of strategy for years now, Soren. Is that true?"
Soren glared at the Mad King and answered, "Yes, it is…my lord."
Ashnard smirked maliciously. "Perfect! You are to devise a strategy that will allow me to conquer Crimea with little difficulty."
Soren's eyes widened in surprise. Of all the things he expected to hear, this was not one of them. Sure it was known around the whole continent that Crimea and Daein were enemies, but there hadn't been a full-scale war in decades.
"Well?" Ashnard's harsh voice brought Soren back from his thoughts and Soren gave a single nod of acknowledgement.
"Would you like me to devise this strategy right here and now, my lord," Soren asked as his quick mind began formulating the strategy the king wanted.
Ashnard's smirk became even more insane, as he laughed. "Heeheehee! Already have a plan, do we?"
Soren nodded, and motioned toward the map of Crimea lying on a table on the right side of the room. Ena, Ashnard, and the Four Riders gathered around the map and listened to the strategist intently.
Adriannu255: Yeah I know it was short. I promise to make the next one longer…if I get enough reviews! Please review! They make me happy! Oh and if there is a certain pairing you want to see, as long as it's not crack or slash (like Ike/Soren), let me know and I'll put it in here, if it gets enough votes.
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