Heh, so, as I kinda announced in another fic, here is my very own retelling of Fire Emblem: Awakening. And you might want to know that I'm not quite sure which pairings I'll use in this fic.

So...Your wishes might influence this story more than you might expect! Though, there's something I'd like you to know:

It's more likely that I'll use pairings which aren't SO popular. But this also depends on how much I like the pairing. XP

Disclaimer: I own neither Fire Emblem nor any of it's characters! Yet, I do own the two OC-tacticians and their OC-mother.

Edit:I also don't own the cover image! http:\\häsüyäwn._deviäntärt.cöm\ärt\Fire-Emblem-Äwäkening-Büttöns-ÜPDÄTED-369147919

Change: Ä-A; ä-a; Ö-O; ö-o; Ü-U; ü-u; /-\

Delete the spare spot before deviantart.

Prologue Part 1:

She sighed, looking outside the window. She knew that she wouldn't stay in the palace much longer. The whole act had been planned carefully, for about one year. If she succeeded, she would have to find a place where they could stay. If not…she would be thrown into prison and eventually executed.

That would be the night of nights. The night they would use to escape. She looked down at her sleeping daughter. 'I won't let these wicked people corrupt you and your brother any further…I won't let them sacrifice you to that monster.' She looked at the sky, determined, that she won't let her plan fail.

She then went to sleep, knowing that she would need it soon.

…Later…

When the warm light of the evening sun woke her up, she quickly took her daughter and went to the library, the place where the Grimleal were teaching her son about their "god", Grima. Or rather, tried to do so. She had told the boy that their teachings were nonsense. Told him, not to believe them. Yet, he should memorize what they said, and she told him thousands of times not to tell anyone.

She entered the library, aiming straight for the group of priests talking to her son. The woman quickly interrupted them. "You've taught him enough for today." The priests spun around, glaring daggers at her.

"We decide when he had learned enough, woman!" one of them said coldly. She was not impressed.

"But I still AM his mother," she exclaimed calmly. "And if my son doesn't get enough fresh air and movement, he'll get ill. And if that happens, you'll lose more time then when you just stop his lessons, leaving him some free time before he has to go to sleep." The priests gaped at her.

Suddenly, a young voice said, "But mama, I'm tired!"

"See?! That's exactly what I meant! You're too focused on teaching him! The amount of time he spends indoors will affect his health and he won't be able to do his part properly!" That convinced the Grimleal.

"Very well. Today's lesson is over."

The mother took her sons hand and headed outside. She then stopped and said, "Oh, and I'll be showing them the table. Tell the hierophant that we will return late." The priests nodded. They knew they couldn't complain. Most of all, because she was a trained tactician. She always found a way to get her will.

…At the capital's outskirts…

"Mama, what is this table you were speaking of?" the boy asked, adjusting his glasses.

The woman coldly looked into the distance. "…We're not going there, Mykhail. We're leaving." He gave her a confused look. "These people think that they can do with you and your sister whatever they want. I'm sick of it. I will not allow them to manipulate my children to follow their sadistic religion any further." She then took out a travelling bag filled with all necessities for travelling a long distance. The small group took off, heading for the nearest border to their neighboring country, Ylisse. It was Plegia's worst enemy, as Naga, the dragon worshipped in said country, was Grima's worst enemy.

…Later in the night…

It was cold. Nearly as cold as in Regna Ferox. The air was filled with pure silence as the two figures travelled through Plegia's merciless deserts.

Even though the two of them were used to the rough climate that was ruling the deserts of Plegia; the unbearable heat throughout the day, the gnawing coldness haunting the night; and were wrapped up in lots of cloth, still felt the bitter cold even in their bones. The fact that the two of them were walking for five hours nonstop wasn't really helping. The mother was even walking since sundown, alas since ten hours. Yet, they couldn't stop, as they had to reach the border of Ylisse. Hopefully, the exalt would let them in if they told him their story and, if necessary, gave him information that he could use against Plegia.

As the sun rose, the heat slowly returned. The temperature was rather comfortable, compared to the time around noon or the night.

"Mama, where are we going?" Mykhail asked his mother. She looked at him apologetically.

"I'm sorry, dear. I don't know our final destination yet. For now, we'll be going to Ylisse." The boy's eyes widened.

"B-but will they let us in? Plegia and Ylisse always were enemies..." She gave him a warm, yet sad smile.

"We don't belong to Plegia anymore. We're travelers now. Abandoning our country and our religion, we'll surely get executed if they catch us. I'm a traitor, who kidnapped the vessel and tries to stop "fate" from happening. Why should the exalt send such a trustworthy informant to her sure death?" The boy nodded.

Finally, a village appeared behind a dune, not too far away from them.

…inside the village, in the early afternoon…

"So, you would pay me AND work as an escort for free, just so I would take you with me when I'm going to – eh there – and give you some of my food stock?" asked the red-haired merchant unbelievingly. Just how desperate did these people need to get out of this damned country?

As if she had heard the merchant's thoughts, the woman answered, "Don't worry." She then whispered, "Though we might have some problems with the government, I can assure you that our travel wouldn't endanger you." When she saw the merchant's skeptical expression, she added, "We have information for the exalt. Just imagine the reward you'd get for helping royalty…"

"Deal!" exclaimed the merchant happily, thinking of the money awaiting her. "Are you ready to leave? 'Cause I sure am!"

"Very well. Let's leave, then."

…Weeks later, in Ylisse, after the meeting with the exalt…

"So, where are you heading now, Anna?" asked the mother. The merchant looked up from counting her reward. She had got about 100.000 gold for helping the plegian family.

"Hmm… I don't know yet. Perhaps to Regna Ferox or the valmese continent…" answered Anna, thinking about her possibilities. "Why, would you like to come along?"

"The woman nodded. "I think the money we got from his highness should last for some time…" The merchant shook her head.

"I just earned more gold at once than I would ever earn in a year of work. If I take you along as guard, it will only be profitable. You're a much better fighter than I am."

"Thanks, Auntie Anna!" replied Mykhail happily. The green dressed merchant ruffled his extremely curly and rather messy brown hair.

"You're welcome, kid."

…about two months later…

The merchants at port Ferox curiously eyed the strange trio that just boarded the ship to the valmese continent alongside the famous merchant Anna.

The oldest of them was a woman, wearing an odd, black coat with purple markings on it, and it did hide her clothes underneath it.

Always next to her was a boy, apparently her son, never letting go of her hand. He also wore black and purple clothing, but his looked rather common. On his head sat a purple cap with dark brown locks underneath it. His hair was just like his mothers. Also, he wore a pair of glasses.

The last of them was a baby getting carried by the woman. It was wrapped up tight in blankets in order to protect it from the cold. All that could be noticed was that it had the same brown locks as the other two – and an odd marking was on the babies' right hand.

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So...Tell me what you think about it and which pairings you'd like to see! And as a reward for you, dear readers, here is a cake!

And by the way, this other fic... It's called "Behind pixels: Paralogues" and is directly linked to this story (I also used a part of it's prologue/introduction in this prologue) And as it's title says, it focuses on the Paralogues of the game.

Constructive criticism is welcomed, but please no flaming!