Hello, Azurestoryteller here. Well, first, I want to address it here and now that this is not a single pairing story…(sigh)…I told myself that I wouldn't do this again but for the sake of how I want the story to go, I have to. Therefore, expect polygamy, though it's not going to go past two people since I've already decided on the pairing. Also, the Male Avatar is named Corrin, and the Female Avatar is named Kamui. Yes, the Male Avatar and Female Avatar are different people and are not connected at all, well not in the ways that most people would expect.
This story is AU and excessive liberties will be taken and things will be OOC. Also, I want to discourage any arguments in the comment section. I appreciate Reviews but I dislike having arguments and foul language used against others or myself. Oh, and for simplicity's sake, I'll be using the Western-release names instead of the original Japanese ones. Anyways, onto the story.
Freedom from Fate
Chapter 1: The Start of the Path
In a time that far preceded the era of Ylisse, there existed three kingdoms: Nohr, Hoshido, and Valla. Nohr, a kingdom of might and knightly chivalry. Hoshido, a kingdom of peace and learning. Valla, a kingdom of secrets that were lost to the rest of the outside world, and was vastly believed to be an extinct rumor.
Nohr and Hoshido had coexisted extremely peacefully but within recent years, the two kingdom's relationship has begun to deteriorate. In Valla, things were not so peaceful either. Their ruler, Anankos, one of the First Dragons, was once a benevolent and kind man, but as time wore on, he became mad and angry for reasons unknown.
Let us, now change our sights to the hero of this tale.
Corrin, the son of a humble farming family, was 21 years of age, with silver-grey hair and blue eyes. His ears were pointed, and he stood at a tall height of 5'8. Living the life of a countryman, he had spent his entire childhood working on the crops of his family's farm. (Imagine him with his default appearance but with blue eyes but taller and being more muscular.)
His father was named Kanan and his mother was named Myria. The three had lived in a secret area of the mysterious Deep Realms, where time was actually normal but far from the real plane of existence.
The farm that they lived on was secluded by massive forests, with a large house, and barn laying in the vicinity of massive fields of corn, radish, rice, wheat, corn, and fruit trees.
Their house was at least three stories tall and made of finely carved wood that was painted dark brown with a tiled roof. Windows were scattered at certain places of the house, with a balcony in Corrin's room. The structure had 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms and showers, 2 living rooms, 1 dining room, 1 kitchen, and a barn that wasn't too far from it.
"Corrin! Come help me with moving the crops!" Kanan called to his son.
Leaving the house that they lived in, Corrin walked out to the road and found his father waiting for him.
Kanan had brown hair, green eyes, a stern face, and a very muscular build. Corrin assumed that the life of a farmer had made his physique like that. It certainly did that to his own.
Laying by Kanan's feet, were several burlap sacks of cabbages, carrots, onions, corn, and radishes. Quickly enough, Corrin and Kanan finished in time for their shipments to head to the markets in the Deep Realms, where they would be sold. For years, they lived like this, farming and selling their products in a rinse and repeat process.
"Now then, since it's 8:00 am, we might as well do early training." Kanan then looked at his son.
Corrin wondered why his father had been so insistent about training him in swordplay and the use of other weapons. Since a young age, Kanan had made sure to teach his son in order to ensure that his child would be able to protect himself, in case enemies came knocking on his door, whoever they may be.
"Alright." He complied.
Grabbing practice blades and heading over to a patch of dry and clear land, the two began sparring. Kanan was proud of his son's progress. If he was able to judge correctly, Corrin would be a swordsman that could rival the top warriors of Nohr and Hoshido if he could get over his one problem. Corrin was too merciful.
Corrin charged forward and slashed downward toward his father. Kanan caught the blade and slipped his weapon from underneath Corrin's blade and tried to whack him in the side.
Backflipping over the blade, Corrin lunged forward, with the tip of his sword aimed at Kanan's thigh.
"Naïve. You must use more aggression in your attacks!" He chided before whirling around and elbowing his son in the back. The pain of the blow was strong, he felt like a sharp piece of stone had been sent thundering into his back.
"Ack!" He grunted as he skidded forward before re-posturing himself.
With a mighty spin, he nearly struck his father in the left bicep with his counterattack. With lightning-quick reflexes, he barely stopped the blade. With fluid motions, he snaked his blade away and side-stepped. Using a great deal of strength, he struck down on the side of Corrin's practice blade, knocking it out of his hands.
Deciding not to be helpless, Corrin jumped and kicked his father's arm, making him take several steps back. Grabbing his spinning sword in the air, Corrin dove down towards his Kanan. Raising his sword high, he used all of his might to smash down on Kanan's sword. With a loud crack, the fake sword broke in two.
With the match clearly settled, Corrin gave his father a respectful bow.
"Well done. You've finally managed to get a decisive win over me." Kanan smiled proudly at his son.
"It's only because of all the hard work and training that you put into raising me." Corrin returned the expression.
"I'm sure that you're now capable of protecting yourself from now on." Kanan made a somewhat sad look.
"Still, I don't see why people would come attack a farming family." Corrin mused.
Kanan knew that his son could be sharp, but at certain times, he was a bit too naïve for his own good.
"Alright, you two, that's enough." The voice of Myria, Corrin's mother, came towards.
Myria had silver hair, blue eyes, a graceful figure, and a serene atmosphere around her. She was gentle yet stern, and Corrin knew to fear her wrath.
"We can't have our only two farmers breaking their bones." She then walked over to a bench that had been set in the training area.
"Hurry and wash up. Breakfast is ready." She then gestured toward the house.
Corrin quickly bathed and cleaned himself up to clear the dirt and sweat off of himself. He could still feel some abrasions from the training, but they would fade quickly enough. He always wondered about how he could heal so much faster than others could. His parents wouldn't tell him why, either. It had gotten to the point that Corrin just dropped the subject entirely.
Walking downstairs, he saw the sight of his father and mother waiting at the dinner table for him. He looked at them with endearment as he realized how lucky he was to be able to have such a wonderful life. He worked hard, learned much, and was well-loved by his family. He couldn't ask for more. They also made sure to educate him well. His mother certainly spared no expense with his studies, almost being draconic yet gentle with her teachings.
"Corrin…" Myria looked at her son.
"Yes?" He looked up from his stew with a questioning look.
"We were wondering if you ever planned to leave this place." Kanan bluntly spoke.
Myria gave him a look of reprimanding for his lack of tact.
Corrin immediately became a bit troubled. Did his parents want him to leave? Did he do something wrong? He knew that at his age, most young folk would have left to venture outside the home of their parents, so it wasn't as if he didn't see something like this coming.
"It's not what you think, son." Kanan corrected himself.
"Huh?"
"We just wanted to talk to you now that you're a full-fledged adult."
"We think that perhaps it would do you some good to go to the real outside world to experience life in a free world." Myria added.
She felt guilty that Corrin had to be kept home to help with the annual harvest, and not only that, she felt bad that they restricted him here for fear of what the outside world could do to him.
"We want you to understand that you don't have to force yourself to stay here for our sake. Your mother and I will be fine. You shouldn't use up all of your youth here. You should be out there, learning and experience all that can be offered to you." Kanan explained gently.
Corrin couldn't lie about the fact that he had indeed wanted to see the outside world. There was just so much fascination that he had found there, that he was tempted to jump out of the Deep Realms and go off on an adventure. Still, he cared about his parents more.
Sitting in silence, he couldn't exactly formulate anything to reply with in his mind.
"You don't have to make an immediate decision, but just know that if you decide to go, your father and I will always be watching over you and that you have our full blessings." Myria put her hand on his shoulder.
As the day passed by, Corrin spent his time reading and thinking about what his parents said and why they had suddenly brought this whole matter up. Were they sick? Was something going to happen? Or was it just time for the bird to leave the nest?
He sighed and contemplated his reasons for wanting to leave and his reasons for staying on the farm. He admitted that there wasn't much to do on the farm after harvesting the crops, but he was just so at peace here. To sit in his room in the house among the forest and to look at the sky in peace, though he accepted that he couldn't do this forever.
Suddenly, as night fell and the family had finished dinner, Corrin heard loud noises come from downstairs and the sounds of rushed footsteps.
"Get Corrin! Go!" Kanan's distant voice rang up.
Corrin didn't know what was wrong, but he knew not to just sit still in a dumbstruck stupor.
Changing into a navy shirt, black pants, and a white jacket, he grabbed the silver sword that his father made for him and rushed downstairs. With each step, his heart became light and jumped with anxiety, as his fear of what he would see became closer to revelation.
"What's going on?" He asked with urgency.
He found his father and mother dressed for battle. Kanan was wearing silver armor and wielded a large claymore on his back. Myria had a red book with a small emblem of fire on it.
"Corrin…I'm sorry, honey, but it's time we told you something even though we don't have much time." Myria looked at him with teary eyes.
"What's wrong? Why are you two dressed like this?" Corrin didn't understand the chain of events that were happening now. He never took his parents to be warriors. All his life he just thought they were simple farmers who knew a lot of things.
"We haven't been entirely honest with you. You see…we aren't your parents. We're not your real parents. We took you in when you were an infant." Myria continued.
"What?" Corrin looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew his parents weren't ones to joke about such things, leaving no room for doubt.
"Several years ago, we used to live in the Kingdom of Valla. It was a secret place that nobody outside of its realm knew about. One day, the king of Valla, Anankos, had gone on a rampage and destroyed much of our beloved kingdom. He was once benevolent, but for reasons unknown, he went mad. On that day, we fled and came here, to the Deep Realms, taking you with us after we found you in the wilderness 20 years ago." Kanan explained further.
'You mean all this time, I was adopted from the wilderness after the King of Valla went crazy?' Corrin summarized in his head, trying desperately to digest this all at one time.
Suddenly, loud crashes and the sound of metal clanging started to ring into the air from the cold night. The ripping of trees from soil, and unearthly growls rumbled into the air. Kanan kept peering out the window and saw nothing but knew that something was coming. Myria looked as well, with a look of anxiety and regret.
"Your father and I, were once warriors of the Vallite Army, that's why we've been training you. In case something ever happened to us, you'd be able to defend yourself. Anyways, we're almost out of time, take this, and go as far as you can. There is a gateway out of the Deep Realms, about 15 minutes South of here. We're going to go there and leave this place." Myria explained.
"We need to go now." Kanan grabbed hold of his family's hands and sprinted out of the back door.
Corrin didn't have time to react as he was dragged away at remarkable speeds. As they fled, the sound of steel became louder and multiple growls could be heard.
"Corrin! Take this!" Myria then threw something to her adopted son.
"What's this?" He asked as he unraveled the clothed object.
Inside was a decorated sword that was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It had a white glistening body and a double-edged blade. Blue markings were etched on it and it gave off a powerful magical radiance. The handguard was diamond-shaped but it had elongated and thin points stretching to the sides and in the middle, was a triangle piece that hollow.
"That was found with you when we came across you. If I'm right, that weapon is of great importance. Do not ever lose it. Always keep that weapon with you no matter what." Kanan warned.
In the distance, a white portal of white and blue radiated with great intensity.
"There it is." Myria pointed at it, directing Corrin to their destination.
Kanan looked around and stopped in his tracks. He found a swarm of strange creatures rushing at them. They were all hulking monsters with dark grey bodies that had helmets obscuring their faces.
"What are those?" Corrin looked at them in shock.
"Faceless. Mindless monsters that obey only one master." Kanan replied as he readied the massive weapon on his back.
Suddenly, several arrows zipped at Corrin and Myria, but they were all swatted away by Kanan.
"There's too many to ignore. The both of you need to go. I'll do what I can to hold them off." He then charged forward.
One of the Faceless raised its arms and smashed it right into the ground where Kanan was. Sidestepping, he whirled around and severed the arm with one clean cut. Jumping up, he raised his sword high and impaled it in the head before viciously ripping it out. He then proceeded to make a sharp whirlwind that struck and cut apart every enemy near him.
Suddenly, an arrow struck Kanan from behind, but before it could hit him, a blast of fire magic burned it to ash.
"Corrin, go through the portal right now. Your father and I will handle this." Myria ordered with a very serious expression.
"No." Corrin shook his head.
"Don't argue with me, young man. You MUST go now!" She spoke with a more intense look now.
"I won't!" Corrin then drew his Silver Sword.
Myria gave him a look of desperation.
"I'm not leaving until all of us get through that portal." He then readied his sword and charged.
Coming within range of one of the Faceless, he jumped into the air and landed behind it, impaling it in the back of the neck as he jumped off of its back.
Just then, 5 faceless appeared from the darkness of the night.
"Hurragh!" Kanan moved his sword with great effort and a mighty roar as he cut one clean in half.
From behind them, a fireball of significant size collided with the body of one of the enemies, lighting them ablaze.
One of the Faceless closed in on Myria but Corrin jumped into its way. Blocking with his sword, he was surprised to see that he had stopped an attack from an enemy that was twice his height and strength.
Pressing his sword against its fist, he cut downwards, slashing deep into the Faceless's right hand. With a howl of pain, Corrin moved to sever its head from its shoulders, lopping it off with a loud thud coming from the sound of its head rolling.
Myria switched tomes and blasted several bolts of thunder at the enemy, shocking them and disintegrating some of them into dust.
For quite a lengthy time, it was clear that the three were dealing with a larger force than they had originally expected. The family was already out of energy an hour later after felling so many opponents.
"It's no use." Kanan panted.
Myria nodded in agreement as she knew where he was getting too. Even if they had cleared the most recent wave of enemies, more were coming. They couldn't risk them getting to Corrin, either, since they knew that he was the most likely cause of this attack, for they knew a secret that he didn't.
"Corrin, before anything else happens, your father and I want you to know that we love you. We've been so proud and happy to be your parents, even if we did not birth you. We just want you to understand that it isn't the blood that connects family, it's the bond. Don't forget that. Also, we'll also be with you and also, make sure you take good care of yourself." Myria spoke.
As she said every word, her voice shook more and more as she knew that their eternal farewell was imminent.
"Make sure you eat right. Always properly clean yourself. Don't forget to do your laundry every week. Be polite. And don't ever give up in life." She said as she hugged her adopted son one last time.
Kanan then stood next to her.
"Also, don't forget that you can't do everything alone. Keep going and don't ever lose sight of who you are. Believe in yourself and you'll pull through. We love you, son." Kanan said as a single tear fell from his eye.
They lamented that they would be unable to continue watching their son grow up but accepted the fact that they had done well in raising him up to be the man that was today.
"No…" Was all Corrin could say as he felt a powerful push slam into him, knocking him into the portal that would take him away from the Deep Realms.
The last thing he saw before his consciousness had faded to black, was the light of a powerful explosion, that he knew to be a suicidal magic spell.
As he traveled through the gateway, his unconscious body drifted through time and space before finally emerging through another gateway that dropped him off into a field of grass and blue sky.
Even though this is short, this is just an introduction to the story, if you're wondering. Kind of like the Prologue for the official game. Anyways, let me know what you think about the story and leave a review.