Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem in anyway shape or form. I just stole it from Intelligent Systems and Nintendo. I will return it when they accede to my ransom demand: $10,000,000. They can more that easily afford that.

Author's note: This fic is NOT anything remotely like a novelization of FE6. I never liked the idea of Zephiel being evil, and I've already destroyed parts of the FE6 cannon by creating my own stuff about Elibe in the last fic. This is a sequel to The Fourth Tale, specifically, the resolution of the Kaila side-story and the story of the next generation.

A/N 2: I would like to have a beta please. And I won't be posting future chapters until I have one, simply because I'd like to publish chapters with less mistakes after this one.

A Whole New Tale: Kaila's Revenge

By Enilas

Prologue: The Queen of Bern

The Council of Thirteen was assembled. Zephiel was dead, and he had left no direct heir in the Royal Family. Zephiel's death had been more than inconvenient in its timing. The people were showing signs of discontent, a long drought resulting in massive food shortages, and their discontent was made worse by demagogues and lesser nobles taking advantage of the rising chaos by fighting their rivals. Riots and banditry were on the rise, and the land stood poised on the brink of civil war, while Etruia looked on eagerly. Even the Lycian Canton of Araphen was looking to grab a slice of Bern in the coming conflict.

And to top it all off, Zephiel and the entire Royal Family had died two weeks ago in a massive fire that had consumed the Royal Palace. The nation had been completely leaderless for those two weeks while the Council could convene in the capital city. The situation had to be resolved. And Quickly.

All thirteen Great Houses were represented:House Tuleris (The replacement for House Synair after its mysterious and inexplicable destruction 19 years ago), House Veriol, House Turinos, House Drukil, House Quilaron, House Brushan, House Masniar, House Ruges, House Lirravorn, House Synallias, House Destiarac, House Khaniol, House Lukliav.

"I have my doubts that any of us are going to be able to agree on the selection of a new king any time soon." Seranov Lukliav said, rising from his chair. "For that matter, I think its time that we move past the monarchy entirely. I think we thirteen families should rule this nation in place of the King. We can sell it as a 'temporary regency' while we choose the next king, but we can simply never actually choose one."

"What you are proposing goes against all traditions of our nation." Kixrell Synallias replied smoothly. "We must always have a King. And I propose myself. House Synair was the closest in blood to Desmond and Zephiel. After their unfortunate destruction, my House is the closest in blood to House Synair. Therefore, I have the strongest blood ties."

"If we are going to discuss blood ties, Baron Synallias, which I would think hardly relevant, I am the second cousin of Alkeni Synair, who was the legal heir of House Synair. I think that makes me closest. But I find myself agreeing with Baron Lukliav." Mystia Tuleris said from her chair.

"I, like Duchess Tuleris agree with the House of Lukliav." The representative for House Masniar said. "I move that we put it too a vote. Shall we govern by Council or shall we continue to try and elect a king, but consistently fail, since, let us all face it, each and every one of us would like to have the Throne as our own, and we are therefore only going to vote for ourselves."

It was then that the door to the Council Chambers exploded inward in a pyrotechnic display, shards of the wood flying everywhere. As the smoke began to clear, two people came into the Thirteen's view. One was tall and wore a hooded cloak, his face shrouded by the hood, but a pair of golden eyes could be made out. In front of him was another, a woman who appeared to be in her mid-thirties. Her black hair was wild and unkempt; her long fingernails painted blood red, her face pale, her eyes bloodshot and filled with pure insanity.

"I am sorry for the interruption, but I have come to enlighten you, and inform you some incorrect assumptions you have."

Mystia recognized the cruel, mad voice immediately. "No...it can't be..." She whispered. But the woman heard her anyway.

"Yes, dear Mystia. I am Kaila Synair. And I am here to claim the throne that is rightfully mine." Her mouth, lips painted with black lipstick, thinned. "Any of you that challenge my right to the throne, speak now."

Kixrell stood. "House Synair died nineteen years ago, when Castle Synair was destroyed. You are clearly an impostor."

Kaila said nothing for a moment, then suddenly she made a strange sound. It began quietly, and it took the onlookers a few moments to realize she was laughing. She threw her head back and laughed madly for nearly a minute. "You want proof?" She asked softly. She vanished into a puff of mist, then suddenly the mist reformed in front of the Baron, and her hand was on his throat. "I'll give you proof!" She practically screamed. She threw the Synallias patriarch against the wall, then, as the terrified man tried to back away from her along the wall, the other twelve nobles looking on in a cross between shock, fear and morbid curiosity. They were so enthralled by the scene that they did not notice the twenty-four swordsmen that marched in single-file formation into the meeting room. Each and every one of them had golden eyes, and their countenances were similar, very nearly identical, in fact.

Kaila reached Kixrell and pressed her palm to the man's chest. She said nothing, simply holding him against the wall, but suddenly he began screaming in pain, agonized yells bouncing off of the old stone walls. A hole was being burnt in his chest. Kaila burnt straight to his heart, which, with little effort, Kaila ripped out. She held the still beating organ in the air.

"I am Kaila Synair, firstborn child of Kalaius Synair, and I claim the throne of Bern as mine!" She paused, the considered the heart in her hand. "And if any of you challenge my right to rule...your end will be as that of this fool."

Duchess Masniar spoke first in the dull, stunned silence that followed, even as they now noticed the twenty-four soldiers...they divided themselves, pairs gravitating towards each noble present.

"Long live Queen Kaila! All hail Queen Kaila!" The others soon joined her in a chant. Baron Synallias was unlamented, and everyone loved a winner. Everyone but Mystia, who did not join in the chanting. Kaila noticed this, but made no reply. Mystia would come around soon, or she would die. The woman had apparently grown a spine since the days she had known her. She had even gotten over her obsession with Alkeni, and was the mother of two children- and as a first in her family's history, the father was as distant as a third cousin.

Kaila began giving a speech about how she would be ruthless in the restoration of order. She even spoke of her new warriors, and how with them, she would even bring the rebellious lesser nobles to heel, and make even the most elite Etruian soldier run in fear. Even as she spoke, her mind gloated. I am the Queen of Bern...tremble Alkeni. Tremble, Lyndis of Caelin. Tremble Eliwood of Pherae and Hector of Ostia. Tremble Lycia. Tremble Etruia. The world will tremble...because I will own it, and I will bring about the death of all those who have wronged me!