Author's Note: How long has it been since I even attempted this folks? *shrugs* Well, I got the drive back and decided to start this up from the beginning again. So, I welcome you all to FE: Infernal Awakening.
Darkness, an empty void of nothing. That's all I feel around me, but why is this the case? Well as far back as I can remember, four years ago I was just another person to the world. Your typical high school student who did nothing but study, hang with friends on occasion, and go home to do it all again the next day. To think though that, THAT would have happened and cause my whole life to change…
*flashback to four years ago*
"Well, that's playthrough six done now." I told myself, closing my 3DS and putting it aside to charge. I gently lied down on my bed, sighing a little as I looked at the ceiling. "Well, tomorrow is just going to be yet another weekend for me." I say to myself, closing my eyes to take a small nap.
My nap was interrupted quickly though as I felt a sudden shake around me, ending just as quick as it started. I opened my eyes, looking worried as I look around my small room. "The hell? Earthquakes don't happen here." I mutter, looking alert as a blinding purple flash suddenly erupted, forcing me to cover my eyes as the shaking started again, this time the shaking increased in strength, throwing me off my bed and onto the floor. Before I could get to my feet though, it felt as though the floor vanished underneath me and I was falling through a purple void, sparks of pink lightning erupting throughout. In the midst in my fear, I must have passed out as darkness suddenly encompassed me again.
When I awoke, my surroundings were… unfamiliar. Unlike most of those fics where people suddenly found themselves in the world of whatever game they were really into, I found myself in the exact opposite. I found myself on a cold metal floor, the sound of multiple people arguing hitting my eardrums. As I slowly pried myself off the ground with a pained groan, one of them turned to face me, my eyes going wide as I was scared what would happen next, unaware of what was going to be my new future.
*Back to the present*
For those whole four years, the people took me in and helped me adjust to what I could call my new home. They taught me the essentials, hunting and gathering, swordplay, and some basic magic. It's funny, despite that place being in the future, they really like some of the old medieval methods of combat. Turns out they were some sort of dimensional hunting force, seeking threats that shouldn't exist in other worlds and eliminating them.
Though the interferences caused major changes to each individual world, some good, some bed, but overall we deem it an unfortunate but necessary evil. This brings me to now, my first mission, and I decided to take it on solo, unfortunately one of them messed up when sending me here… to put it short I ended up twenty feet above the ground and I don't know if I survived the impact… or died.
My question was answered soon as a terrible scent assaulted my nose, causing the darkness to fade and causing my eyes to be suddenly assaulted by light. I quickly blocked it with my left hand, turning my head to let my eyes adjust, the horrid stench lessening very slightly after I turned my head.
When my eyes finally adjusted, I searched around the ground, wondering if the gear I brought with me was still nearby. I let out a relieved sigh as I spotted a sword with a gently carved wooden hilt, the blade itself a sharp iron. Its scabbard lied next to it, a deep blue with golden adornments alongside it. I picked up both items and sheathed the sword. "Okay, but where's the tome?" I muttered, searching around the field, looking in desperation before a flash of light blue hit the corner of my vision. I didn't hesitate and made a mad dash, picking up the object and smiling as I held it in my hands.
In my grasp lied something that I had to literally beg my teacher to make me, a light blue tome with mystic dark blue engravings on the corners of its hard cover. I opened the tome and began reading the writing along the first page aloud, a large grin on my face as I read it. "Oh frigid chill, strike!" Finishing the incantation, I extended my right arm, a cool sensation going over my palm. It left my palm a second later as a ball of ice shot out, flying a good distance before bursting into smaller pieces of ice that fell slowly to the ground.
"Yes, it still works!" I cheered, putting the tome away with a large smile still on my face. The ice tome, I begged my teacher to make it for me because I wanted to use my best element in this mission. Unfortunately, this is all that could be made, I'm going to have to rely on my own skills to produce any more Ice tomes, or anything stronger in the spell tree.
My smile quickly faded though, turning into a disgusted grimace as the stench that awoke me brought me out of my little high. It seemed much worse though, forcing me to cover my nose. Looking around for the source, my jaw went slack when I saw it. Not far in front of me lied a simple town, giant pillars of black smoke rising from it.
Before my brain could fully comprehend what was going on, my legs were already carrying me towards the town. "Well, I guess I'm going to see what's going on." I comment, the stench of smoke assaulting my nose even more. When I finally came to a stop I felt bile rising up in my stomach as my eyes witnessed the scene in front of me.
Red, red as far as my eyes could see. Covered by that red substance were bodies. Most of the bodies seemed to be that of townspeople, at least that's what I could tell from the clothing on some of the remains.
"HELP!" A feminine voice suddenly cried out, causing me to turn to my left where I quickly noticed the situation in front of me. One of the maidens of the village, likely somewhere in her twenties was being held by her neck. Holding her was a muscular man with greasy hair, red markings on his face and hair covering his body. In his free hand, he was grasping an axe of some kind in his hand. It seemed to be curved a little like a boomerang, likely for throwing. Beside him I could identify two people of similar builds with a more standardized axe in each of their possession with cow skulls on their heads like helmets. In front of them stood a man in a red poncho, large brown pants, and a red witch hat in hand.
"Okay, four on one, definitely not good for me." I muttered, looking around the area a little. I noticed a small bridge with two figures with swords in hand standing guard. Feeling unnerved at the odds against me growing, a scream of pain soon rang out, making me face more to the right where what should be the seventh likely aggressor should have been. Instead, he was gored on a beautiful lance of silver with a strong hilt to match. On the horse was a male in bulky light blue armor with it seeming to be more silver around the collar. His hair seemed to be similar to mine, a dark chocolate brown but unlike mine it's much neater. Thankfully, he looked like an ally instead of a threat.
Appearing from his side is a blue haired male, wearing some sort of deep blue garb on his upper body with gray slacks. A white cape adorned on him flowing faintly from whatever wind was blowing, a silver pauldron on one of his shoulders, though not on the other for some reason. Finally, there was a sword in its scabbard on his hip, I couldn't make out much else from my current location, but I was still able to watch as another axe wielder attempted to ambush him, only for his attack to miss and the bluenette took the opportunity to cut him across his chest, blood spraying onto the ground as his body fell limp.
I turned back to my left after witnessing the display and noticed that the men were distracted. It seemed that in their moment of distraction, the woman somehow escaped and gave me an opportunity to attack. Pulling out my ice tome, I read the incantation, pointing my arm at the closer axeman. When the ice ball fired, the man turned around, the cold sensation likely getting his attention. Before he could scream though, the magic hit his upper chest and neck, freezing them numb, rendering his vocal cords useless at the moment.
"Okay, you can do this, its kill or be killed." I tell myself, running towards him, drawing my blade now. When I was in reach, I quickly thrust the blade forward, feeling something splatter onto my arm and cheek. When I opened my eyes, they widened in shock, through his throat was my sword, buried in up to the hilt. His eyes glazed over, all life gone from them as his corpse slowly slid off the blade and collapsed onto the ground with a solid thud, gaining the attention of the other two axeman, and their mage. "Shit."
Knowing that I was now in deep shit, and still feeling some shock from killing that man, I entered a ready stance, hoping to keep them off of me at the very least until those people at the other side of the bridge get over here. The axeman with a cow skull helmet struck first, jumping forward with an extremely slow swing. Bringing my sword up, I blocked the blow, the power of it causing my arms to tense in pain. My gaze went to the mage, unsurprisingly casting something while I held off the axeman.
I took a step back and made a large horizontal swing, forcing the axeman to jump back a little. Glancing at the mage, it looked like he was ready to make his move. Feeling a sense of dread beginning to form, I almost failed to notice the axeman making another attack. I attempted to dodge, but I was only quick enough to make sure it wasn't fatal, the axe still ended up getting buried into my right shoulder, resulting in a scream of pain as I fell to my knees.
"Gah!" Another scream rang out only a moment after mine. It was thankfully enough of a distraction to cause the man who just attacked me to turn away. Looking just past him, I noticed the mage on the ground, his body twitching with foam coming out of his mouth. Yellow cracks of electricity forming every few seconds.
Using the small opportunity and my left hand, I tightened my grip on my sword and thrust forward, sending it through his back cleanly. Watching as he slowly crumbled to the ground, I let out a violent cough, the taste of copper in my mouth as I witnessed some of my own blood splatter onto the ground. I managed to bring my head up, everything looking like a blur, but one in particular seemed to be heading towards me. Unable to determine if it was ally or foe, I readied my sword, only to find that my grip has weakened, soon followed by my whole body collapsing onto the hard stone.
I would have closed my eyes at that moment, but a new searing pain forced my eyes wide open while I screamed in pain once more, thrashing about as my arm instinctively shot to my shoulder which was now axe free. "St.. m..in. …und s. mu.. it wi.. ..ly ma.. ..ings ..rse." I could faintly hear a voice, it was clearly female, but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I tried to ignore the pain, attempting to hear her this time as she said the same thing again. "Pl… stop mo…g around s. mu.. it will make thi… worse." Able to make out enough this time, I forced myself to stop, a new pain forming as I felt a new sensation. I could feel the torn muscle in my arm slowly knit back together, same for the veins and skin. After twenty seconds of this painful sensation, it stopped. I removed my hand and witnessed as the place that once held a deep gash, only had a red scar now.
"Thank you…" I said, using my good arm to slowly bring myself back up. I looked in the direction of my saviour and tried to hide my surprise. It was a short girl… shorter than me at least since I seem to be a whole head taller than her. Anyways, she seemed to be wearing some sort of dress that's over some sort of caging. The bottom half of it was frilly and white, around the midsection and straps that go around her shoulders seemed to be some sort of guard and some frilly yellow sleeves to finish her attire. Her hair was bright blonde and tied up in pigtails with some sort of white headdress just in front of them. Her eyes are bright blue and seemed to be full of relief.
"Good, you're okay." She said, it sounded like she was concerned that I wasn't going to make it. My guess is that this was her first time healing a wound this severe. She did pretty good though, the scar might take a little adjusting to looking at, but I'm still happy that it's not a gaping wound anymore.
I gave her a nod and smile, turning back towards direction of the last axeman, only to see him cut clean in two. Looking more at the situation, it seemed as though the blue haired male took him down, the male in bulky armor and someone in a large hooded cloak off to the side. The blue haired male soon turned towards me and sheathed his sword. "You fought bravely today, thank you." He said, walking towards me. It seems that at a closer look, my initial analysis of his appearance was pretty much on, except now I now noticed a mark of some kind on his unguarded shoulder.
"No need to thank me, I just happened to be here at the right time I guess." I said, chuckling a little as I picked up my sword and put it away. "What's your name by the way?" I asked, wanting to give a name to the face of the person in front of me. He looked ready to answer me, but the brunette male raised an objection quickly.
"I would advise against that, this man seems suspicious." He advises, a prim and proper air becoming extremely apparent from him. While I am upset that he seems so suspicious of me, I can't blame him. I'm an armed stranger who seen that I am capable of taking a life… though they are probably unaware that it was the first time this ever happened to me.
"At ease Frederick, he does not seem like the type to just raise his blade at anyone." The blue haired male countered. Okay, so that gives me one name, Frederick, brown hair and bulky armor. Speaking of which, it seems as though Frederick, as annoyed as he was decided to not raise an objection again. "I am Chrom, leader of the shepherds." He introduced himself.
'Chrom… where did I hear that name before?' I soon go deep into thought, thinking over everything until it finally came back. They said I had the most knowledge of this world, now I remember why they said that. This is Southtown, obviously in southern Ylisse, in the world of awakening. I wish I asked for more details earlier… this would have made identifying them as allies so much easier. Better late than never I suppose.
"The one who saved your life is my delicate little sister, Lissa." He continues on, snapping me out of my trance of deep thought. I didn't even need to look in her direction to tell that she puffed her cheeks up, probably from being called delicate in front of a stranger again. "Next to me is my wary advisor Frederick." Frederick showed a small sign of pride on his stoic expression. "Finally, the one who guided us through this battle, Robin." He pointed to the person in the cloak.
Robin, whose back was currently turned towards me turned around while pulling their hood down. White slacks, check, purple hooded cloak with lighter purple markings, check, brown belt with a purplish cloth, check, white shirt, check. I stopped after the shirt though when I looked from the chest upwards, realizing this was going to get much more awkward for me. Their, or rather I should say her hair was something of a platinum white, tied up like two pigtails that draped over her shoulders.
"So, what about yourself." Thankfully, Chrom asking me that managed to snap me out of my stupor. I turned towards Chrom and looked at him quizzically. "Your name." He requested, resulted in me thwacking my forehead upon realizing that I forgot to introduce myself.
"Sorry, my name is…" I stopped for a second, remembering something I was told before coming here. 'Don't use your real name.' A voice in my memory rang out. Keeping it in my mind, I continued with my introduction. "…Tyson, a traveller from a distant country." I said, wishing I could have thought of something better. It will do though, but I need to think up better names just in case I need to use a fake name again.
"Well then Tyson, this might not be the best time to ask, but would and Robin like to join the Shepherds?" Chrom offered, Robin accepted in a heartbeat but I chose to think it over for a moment. While I am familiar with the major events that can take place, I don't know squat about actual directions here, so joining them might be a good idea, at least for now. While I was deep in thought, I noticed Chrom extend his arm, awaiting my answer.
Now or never I guess. "Sure, you can count me in." I said confidently, taking his hand with my own and giving it a firm shake. Thus, the first step in my new life here has begun.
A/N: Whew, it has been a while. Anyways, it's nice to be back after years of not writing fics. It has been a while since I played awakening, but I still remember the plot no problem, the real issue is character personalities. I'm going to need the help of any reviewers if I mess up with anyone's personality, especially so for Robin since I never played the game using the female one (Stupid, yes… but I felt like trying something different). I wish you all a happy day and hope to see you next time.
Tyson's Current Class: Sword Mage
Level: 1Experience: 67
HP: 17
Str: 6
Mag: 8
Spd: 5
Skill: 5
Def: 4
Res: 7
Luck: 3
Skills: Cold Embrace (Sword Mage Level 1) – Allows the unit to use ice tomes.
Weapon Proficiency: Swords D, Tomes E
Inventory: Iron Sword, Ice Tome