Author Notes: Hello to the possibly the very few people reading this fanfic. I'd like to thank you for coming to read my very first fanfiction. And since it's a first, I hope you're not expecting the most amazing thing you've ever read. Warning, this will use already existing material, if it's not clear enough, but whatever. Fire Emblem is one of my absolute favorite series, I'm happy to be a fan, and I'm happy to share some fanfics of it. This first chapter here is short, but don't worry, I hope the following chapters will be long enough. Just remember, not everyone's work appeals to everyone's liking, I'm more or less doing this for my entertainment, so don't get mad at me if something doesn't sit right with you. With that all being said, enjoy your read, and tell me what you think. Thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own any Fire Emblem properties, nor do I intend to make any money off of this.
All Fire Emblem material, including characters and ideas, belong to Intelligent Systems.
Premonition: How Much Longer?
It was the ark of dawn, yet the battle would keep going and was growing more intense with each passing second, as if a gathering of storms kept rumbling through the night, not giving a care if it bothered anyone.
With a cry of pain and bravery, Marth's Divine Falchion, containing the power, the flames of seal and light, the sword struck against the Fell Dragon's tough hide. Such a grand swing and contact was heard throughout the temple, and left an eerie ring. A devastating hit like that could have brought down an army, however it had barely any effect on the Fell Dragon. Frozen in horror and shock, Marth was swatted away like a fly. One moment he was in front a dragon, the next he's launched 20 feet away.
Struggling to keep his balance and composure, Marth in barely heard voice whispered to himself, "How did….why didn't Falchion do anything to him, that should have done it, how did it come to this?... I'm weak… my friends… I'm so sorry". He repeated these words between sobs. One by one, his comrades… no, his family was being trampled upon.
Tiki had just witnessed what had happened to Marth. She desperately wanted to get over to where he was, but the Risen were in her way. This triggered her beyond belief. Gathering in as much air as possible, she started to glow, steam and smoke began to squeeze out of her dragon mouth, and then she unleashed the power of her Manakete form. Fire so cold it burned, shot out of her mouth, annihilating all the Risen in her way. It took a lot of energy out of her, but she still contained enough to fly over to back to human, Tiki supported Marth back up.
Opening his eyes, Marth saw the face that brought him so much joy. No words were required. Tiki by his side, and the two holding hands, Marth was on his knees, shoulders bobbing up and down.
Looking down at Falchion, part of the hilt chipped off. An average man in a state such as this, would have given up and flee, Marth was not an average man. Despite the flesh wounds and broken bones, Marth managed to pick himself back up, and with a little help from Tiki, he was back on his feet. Looking at Tiki, he knew he couldn't lose now, he slowly turned his head over at the Fell Dragon, his eyes filled with tears of rage.
The dragon seemed to notice, because he twisted his head away from the prey in front of him. With a booming and raspy voice, he spoke, "What are you staring at? Do you want to die first? The party has only begun, and I want to see you suffer mr. "Hero King". I want you to watch your allies be tortured. And I want you to hear their pathetic cries!"
After hearing these words said directly towards him, his hands began trembling and his heart picking up speed, he had enough. Marth snapped.
Enveloped in flames, Marth shouted at the top of his lungs, "It's not over till I say so! You won't lay a single finger on my family and friends, nor any other innocent being! Time has rolled enough for you, and it's time you were extinct! Now, everyone watch over me. Grima, fate has brought us here, so now… I must end you!" Holding up Falchion, it lighted up the whole room.
Running towards the Fell Dragon, at speeds nobody would have thought possible for a human. Marth activated his skill "Dancing Blade!", and took the most dangerous leap and swipe of his entire life. All that was heard was a intensifying roar.