Prologue: Winds of the Past
((Author's note: For this chapter and here on out, I don't own Fire Emblem. Secondly, this prologue is only to inform you where in the game the characters are when this story takes place. It's dull, but it helps. The next chapter is much, much longer… just don't always expect them to be that long. Review the first chapter, not this lame (albeit necessary) prologue. x.x This story compiles three games together; Fuuin no Tsurugi, Rekka no Ken, and Seima no Kouseki. Enjoy, and review!))
The continent of Elibe is a majestic land, with the expanse of the continent littered with peaks that reached into the sky, plains that expanded farther than the eye could see, small kingdoms that dwarved the villages they ruled, and small islands, littered about the sea. The Lycian League is a but a portion of the land, but nonetheless was the home of several small kingdoms that shared a peace forged in grudgingly held promises, leaders fearful of foreign invasions, and, in Ostia and Pherae's case, honor and pride in their lands. Bern's wyvern riders seem to have been taking action, preparing for an impending war, all while Sacae and Ilia had vowed to defend their lands against the dragon riders that strayed so dangerously close to invading their borders, like leopards awaiting the perfect moment to strike at unsuspecting prey. And yet, in the end, both great lands were felled beneath the iron grip of the man known to all of Elibe as King Zephiel.
The month was currently that of the Archer, in the eighteenth year since Caelin's abdication of its lands to Ostia. The former to-be marquess of Caelin, the noble lady Lyndis, had passed away but ten years ago; a few years after her grandfather's untimely death. She and her husband, Rath, had lived in the vast plains of Sacae, raising their daughter Sue with loving care. Their little girl thrived in the nomadic atmosphere, much like her mother had before her, and quickly became accustomed to using the bow and eventually going on hunts with them once she reached the age of six. However, a tribal skirmish between the Djote tribe and the Kutolah left the former lady of Caelin incapacitated, as an arrow had struck her where her neck met her shoulders. The wound quickly bled out, and she died, suffering from her fatal arrow. Sue's father, Rath, had also fallen, but that was from Bern's wyvern riders and not from a traitorous tribe. Left alone and without parental guidance at the age of fourteen, she was left with her fellow tribesman, Sin, to protect her as she ventured across the land. Now sixteen years of age, she had already met the firey-haired lord of Pherae, as well as his friend, the mage and Lady of Ostia.
Roy, son of Marquess Eliwood of Pherae, was a young man at this point. At sixteen, he had already lost his mother… however, her death was far more peaceful than Lady Lyndis's. His mother, oddly enough, had died from old age… even though she appeared to be no older than perhaps thirty years old. Though Eliwood remembered what Nils had told his sister before he left through Dragon's Gate for the last time - that she would only live for perhaps fifteen years, given her incredible lack of strength and quintessence while in Elibe - he still had a very hard time with grasping his dragon wife's death. It was true that her weak quintessence had held out longer than even her brother had expected, but he still could not forget the weak smile that had taken the last of her strength before she had breathed her last. Roy did not truly understand why she had died so soon, or why her strength had degenerated so much over the past decade and a half. Rather, he made do with standing vigil by his father, who still ailed from a sickness unknown. Some guess that he carried the same sickness that had ailed and felled the late Lord Uther, while others claim it to be the same type of poison that had been administered to the former Marquess Caelin.
The young girl who had recently come to power in Ostia still mourned for her father, Lord Hector, who had been rescued by Roy… only to die in his arms. Lilina had not had a chance to move on, and used the grief and fury in her heart to swear vengeance on him… it was she, more than anyone else, who wished for Zephiel to fall by Lycian hands. Her mother had been away at the time, returning north to Ilia to donate more funds to their treasury. However, having seen the crimson-stained snow of the mountains and witnessing the carnage of the wyverns who had slain her people and fellow Pegasus Knights, she had abandoned all former shyness and returned to battle, Killer Lance raised. Dame Florina never returned, having taken almost an entire brigade of wyvern riders with her before falling into the snow, pierced through by a wyvern lord's lance. Her pegasus, however, had returned to Ostia, carrying the note Florina had attached to its neck before sending it off back to her home. It was only then that Castle Ostia learned of their lady's death, and heard of the thirty year old pegasus knight falling in combat while defending her country of birth.
A myrmidon who had lived in the eastern reaches of Sacae, however, still kept her parents. Both Bartre and Karla still lived, sparring one another at random intervals while keeping their daughter as honed-in on combat as they were. The young girl adopted the style of her mother, leaving her father to constantly mumble 'what if's' about what would have happened if she had decided to swing an axe. Becoming their equal at the age of fifteen, she still could never convince her uncle, who was once feared as the Sword Demon, to fight with her… for he, Karel, was now the Saint of Swords; and thus, he had sworn never to kill with his blade again, let alone lift his weapon against his kin.
One set of twins had been separated for a while, only to be reunited in Roy's army: Lugh and Rei, sons of the prestiged and infamous Angel of Death and his young wife, the magician Nino, had been left in the care of a bishop named Lucius during a young age. Lugh and Rei had been left alone since then, as their father had run off to lead those who were after his head away from his wife and twin sons… and, caring for nothing more than her husband's safety, their mother entrusted their sons to an old friend while she scoured the lands for the skilled and infamous assassin. They never returned, even though some say they have never reunited, either. They had stayed with Chad while they were still in the orphanage… it seemed that only Lucius recognized the boy and his sandy-blonde hair as the bastard child of the charismatic Ostian thief, who had never truly recovered from the death of his true love. His heart had been forever cleaved, with his child now being the only evidence of his existence.
Various accounts of children and their parents linked them together, but all remained the same… generations that had belonged to Hector's Horde, past and present, old and new, dead or alive, pledged their hearts to the Lycian League, and vowed to remain astride the late Marquess's ideals through the ages, and for all time.
The land of Magvel, home of the five stones of power, once took pride in their unity as a nation; five countries, nestled within one giant continent that still retained a network of peace and tranquility between them. Renais, Grado, Rausten, Frelia, Jehanna, and Carcino; lands lead in different forms of government, culture, and combat all managed to share one common goal- the protection of the Sacred Stones, which had lain dormant in this land for centuries. And yet, by one single successful spell led the continent into a perpetual cyclone of chaos, leaving many nations wondering what and why had sparked the sudden change of course and demeanor of the Grado Empire.
The formerly peaceful king had passed on, leaving the frail and soft-spoken Lyon to rule in his place. Unfortunately, the prince had neither the nerve nor the strength of mind to control such a vast system on his own, and thus began the conjuring of the spell that would change the face of Magvel forever… the spell that revived his king, his father, and allowed the Demon King that resided in the Sacred Stone of Grado. It was then that the hostile spirit that was the incarnation of the evil spirit began the harsh takeover of his body… the frail necromancer's form quickly became the host of the demon that had once terrorized the nations of Magvel, and sought to lay waste to the stones that kept his power in check.
It also seemed that more spell casting was going on behind the scenes than many others barely noticed, despite the plume of dark clouds that had spread over the skies of Grado…
Though the twins of Renais have discovered the culprits and have figured out the majority of the mystery that surrounds their childhood friend's recent actions, they have yet to keep the destruction of the stones from occurring. As such, two have been vanquished, while they seek to save the others. Ephraim has gone off in search of a hero that had plotted and executed the efficient murder of Jehanna's queen, while Eirika, Ephraim's twin sister, has gone off to destroy the wyvern knight that had inflicted such a grave scar on her knight, the loyal Silver Lance, Seth.
Even though they knew of the Demon King's scheme, they could do nothing to stop it until the safety of the remaining stones was confirmed. Thus, they barely even knew the whole of Lyon's newly acquired power… or the motives evil inside of him that continued to experiment with spells of the past, written in the same book that had the spell for his own resurrection.
Parting ways, neither of the twins have any idea of what fate has had in store for them… and the rest of the planet.