And here's another story for you, ready to go! I decided, why not, seeing as I could think of a few cool things with the Fire Emblem Heroes game and there hasn't been many fire emblem/Highschool DXD stories yet? Anyway, let's go!
Super hero time!
Kiriya: Here comes a lord of the sword, Elwyn of Aneron!
Elwyn: And the bakusou bike, Lazer, joins the race!
Kiriya: Still playing around with swords eh? Times have moved on.
Elwyn: Says the man that becomes a samurai.
K + E: Second gear! Fight for your right!
Within his grasp lay a white item, delicately decorated in shimmering gold. He had been fortunate enough to whisk it away from the grasps of the enemy, whose armies were soon to approach; a single defeated scout group was unlikely to be missed in a full scale attack. His own motley group would be unable to hold back such an invasion, for they were unprepared and badly armed in contrast to the heavily suited and experienced warriors that fought on the other side of the battlefield. With this lone tool though, they may still have a chance…
"My lord, have you managed to complete the journey you set off for?" Came a cultured voice from the side. Alice had remained at his side as a tactician since she had first joined his army 4 years ago, her molten lava hair a signal to all others to run when seen on war torn grounds.
"Come Alice, why must you still refer to me with such a title?" The lord asked, beckoning her to his side. "I reassure you once more, I am fine with you calling me Elwyn."
"My lord, it would be demeaning to yourself if I were to use your name in such a simple manner." The tactician smoothly replied, born from the repetition of the exact same conversation over many weeks. "Though I do come bearing bad news. The enemy are soon approaching, within the week if all spy information is correct."
"That… is not a reassuring thought." Elwyn commented, sitting upon the throne abandoned by his father. He would never understand that man, who had given him the blue spiky hair and ocean eyes that made the prince look 'absolutely adorable' according to his mother and Alice. Anarawd (an ironic name to be sure) had chosen to flee from the kingdom of Aneron after the first battle they had with the opposing nation of Tensei, being shamed after the measly group of men he had sent to fight against a battalion were easily slain. The man had left the kingdom in the hands of a toddler and mother, though the woman was glad that her husband had left, regardless of the baby's future.
"However, I do have what I had left in search of. With this, we may finally end this cursed war that has plagued our lands."
Proudly displaying the weapon he had stolen to his general and long-time friend, Elwyn stood with a hint of pride as Alice admired the detailed patterns that covered the weapon.
"What is this? It certainly doesn't match any artefact we have found thus far. Is it perhaps a new weapon?" She asked curiously. While the creation of new weapons was left to Brindlyn and his crew usually, it wasn't rare for the occasional spy to bring news of a potential new arm to use against the Tensei army, which one of the skilled infiltrators would go an pilfer while leaving no evidence behind, thus evening the terms the two kingdoms fought on.
"Why, it is in fact the same vessel whispered in legends. It holds the power to summon legendary heroes from worlds beyond our reach. Imagine the simplicity that would be beating the entire Tensei army with a legion of heroes that changed the world they come from!" Elwyn declared, waving the thing around. The strange sight was what Arron, a prodigious archer and another of Elwyn's close friends, first came across as he entered the main hall of Aneron castle. He was clad in simple leather armour over his forest green shirt and trousers, pink eyes glowing with knowledge behind glasses.
"Um… so what did I miss?" He greeted awkwardly, looking to Alice for any explanation but the purple clad girl was shaking with laughter, too busy to answer immediately.
"Why, it appears our lord has become entranced with the idea that the item he holds could summon legendary heroes from other worlds. I highly doubt that other worlds are even possible; surely there would be some form of evidence in order to prove such a strange concept's existence." Alice answered with further mirthful giggling, Elwyn having the decency to at least calm himself, brushing off his black cloths, tailored by the greatest of Aneron's clothing workers to suit a man of royalty and removing the cape tied around him, the blood red on the inside serving to instil further fear into his enemies.
"Actually, I do have the evidence you desire, for there was also a grimoire within their grasp, full of these heroes details and spells!" He exclaimed, pulling out a worn leather bound book, thick with information. With a practice flick, the book settled upon a page, the image of a white haired woman in dark robes brandishing a elwind tome printed with a tale speaking of her prowess upon the battlefield.
"While this really is a nice tale spun, does it have any truth within its words?" Arron questioned hesitantly. While of course, he didn't exactly believe in the idea of a multiverse being true, the desire to finally end the battles with Tensei weighed heavily upon his mind. Elwyn smiled at his trusted ally before holding up the gun and pushing the barrel towards him, a lone finger jumping restlessly on the trigger.
"Perhaps we should learn. By the light of my spirit, allow us the strength of the worlds beyond!" The lord remarked, then yelled, before the weapon roared, a single beam exiting and forming a swirling dance of lights next to Arron, sweat coating his forehead as he looked upon the hypnotising colours just right of him.
"What sorcery is this!?" Alice asked when suddenly, the gentle breeze that had pulled at the tassels of her violet dress tugged violently, drawing her into the light's embrace. Elwyn too was quick to follow, his grasp tightening around the two items in his care, while Arron was immediately swallowed, barely a breath left to fill the empty hallways as the three disappeared, the portal fading away alongside them.
The trio were violently deposited on hard earth, or at least it seemed like the earth. Touching the strange rock, it seemed far too smooth, too refined to be the typical stone they were used to.
"Well, that certainly was not part of the expected results." Elwyn deadpanned as his eyes scanned the new area they had arrived in. With strange buildings that towered in the skyline, magical wagons that drew themselves along, despite the people sitting within, and clothing unheard of in at least Aneron and Tensei, the new land bore no resemblance to the world they had come to love and fight in, which meant…
"There really is more than our world that exists!"
"My lord, you do not want to attract any attention!" Alice harshly whispered, her stare flitting back and forth between their rather out-of-place clothes and the passing people, few as they were. That paired with their weapons in hand, Alice never leaving her assortment of tomes behind, Arron living alongside his bow and Elwyn holding his rapier at his side as a sign of strength, to give a rather negative first impression. Hurriedly, they escaped into the deeper parts of the park they had found themselves in, the archer having to be dragged along in his dishevelled state. It would not do to remain in the light longer than they had to.
"So we need to find a way back home and properly use this artefact to help us win the war." Arron stated after he had recovered, pushing the glasses upon the bridge of his nose back up. "Aren't we able to just use the thing again to get back?"
"Do you honestly think we did not try such a thing before your awakening?" Elwyn deadpanned, said artefact lying at his side. With the same incantation came no effect, meaning they were practically abandoned in an unknown land with no way of getting back and being apparently of a different culture than the many people that dotted the town. Fortunately, they had appeared during the night, so they had been able to avoid the main amount of the populace.
"My lord, if this is just a fraction of those who reside here, who is to say that there is not perhaps hundreds to return with the dawn? What are we to do when we stand out so much?" Alice worried, the tactician raiding her brain for ideas. Never before had she been placed in such a situation after an incredible revelation like this. It wasn't that she didn't have experience under her belt; many successful encounters and wins from disadvantaged fights could agree to that.
"There is a high possibility, yes, but we might still be ab-
"Will you die for me?" the trio were drawn out of their conversation when a deceptively sweet voice uttered the request, a young girl speaking to another – perhaps a lover, though the desire for his death certainly spoke otherwise. The boy was left confused by her words, a reasonable reaction.
"E-excuse me? Could you repeat that Yuuma?" he asked, as if he truly had not heard her, the young girl giggling in response.
"I asked if you would die for me!" she repeated, jumping back to a fountain where she began to morph in front of their astounded eyes. Fabric tore as her body became more voluptuous, only leather left to hide her private areas. Gone was the innocent façade, replaced by maturity and a hideous sneer. From her back, black feather flew as wings grew, coloured darker than the night. In her hand, a pink shaft appeared, glowing ominously as the boy was frozen in fear.
Undisturbed by the sudden change, Elwyn brandished the golden rapier, a nod to his allies being all he needed as he dashed out of the trees, soon followed by Alice. With smooth movement, two silver arrows sliced the air, impacting the woman's hand as she readied her spear, the construct dissipating in a flash of light. She angrily turned to where the arrows came, Arron standing tall and firm with his silver bow in hand.
"Hey, Yuuma was it?" He greeted jovially, like he had not just shot her twice in the hand. "I don't like it when people pick on the helpless. My calculations state that there is a 75% chance of your defeat." A sudden unnatural smile tore onto his face, the glint of moonlight reflecting off of his glasses. "I've managed to win with 1%."
"My name is Raynare!" she retorted angrily. "And don't think that you can save him now. I shall simply kill both of you!" with a fierce cry, Raynare ripped the arrows out of her flesh, tossing them aside as another beam of light formed before her, which was quickly sent his way.
"Thunder!" the spell was followed by a brief burst of lightning, the focused electricity colliding with the pink light and nullifying it. Alice stood at the side, her robes waving wildly around her as she charged up her magic, the green tome floating of its own accord as wind gathered around her.
"Elwind!" she cried once more, a blade of wind charging towards the enemy, yet thanks to her wings, Raynare flew away, a feat that was unmatched by the riders the tactician had fought before.
'To be fair, they also have a much larger mass to move and have to relay their wishes to their steeds, so would likely be slower.' She reasoned, spinning away as two spears landed in the space she occupied. Returning fire with a plethora of different elements, the woman took the brunt of them, batting a few o the side, yet remained in the air.
"I am a fallen angel! Do you really think humans would best me?" Raynare taunted, lowering down to the ground effortlessly. It would prove to be her downfall however when with a flash of metal, blood rained down. Undisturbed by the crimson downpour staining his skin, Elwyn panted as the tips of Raynare's wings slowly fell cleanly off the rest, the fallen angel not noticing until moments later when the pain hit her.
"I'll be frank; didn't expect there to be more of you humans." Raynare admitted before, with speed betraying her pain, she sent another spear shooting, but rather than target any of the Aneron fighters, the weapon headed directly towards a frozen boy as he cowered behind the fountain.
Needless to say, he certainly wasn't likely to live with pure light piercing his heart.
Watching morbidly as the boy fell, a rage built up within the lord. Why had he not fled when the fighting commenced? He could certainly understand why he hadn't spoken up –for it was wise not to when it would alert the one who was looking for your death – but perhaps it would have been wise to at least tell him to leave the area. That meant it was his fault. He had caused the death of another through his actions, something he had sworn to his people that he would never do once he had become an established ruler. Fingers wrapped around the gun, Elwyn's mind momentarily returning to how he had read the pages of the grimoire, origins of warriors weaving vivid tales of grand battles and epic wars.
"In the name of Aneron… I shalln't forgive you for this sin!" the blue haired lord yelled, raising the white weapon high in the air.
"Warrior of two worlds, queen of conquest who earned her birth right, bring ruin on your foes! Fateful Princess Corrin!" roaring once more, the gun sent 5 different coloured orbs shooting in a circle, slowly coming together until they fused, the white light dazzling Raynare. She heard the dragon's cry before her vision returned, yet when the fierce pure white dragon attacked her, the fallen angel still cried in surprise and pain. The beast viciously chewed at the being within its mouth, appearing like a dog with its toy, before chucking it into the trees at the side, Raynare smashing through several of them. With a huff of satisfaction, the dragon curled up on itself, gradually shrinking before losing the beastly qualities and taking on an ethereal human form. Long white hair fell down to her shoulders while red eyes looked on disinterestedly. The summoned woman wore white armour that left the feet uncovered as well as the inner thigh while the rest was protected by white plates broken by only black cloth.
"So you are the one that has brought me here." Corrin mused, turning with a flourish of the blue cape placed upon her shoulders. "I'm not exactly used to this sort of place, but can certainly fight those who you desire me to."
"Ah, so this is one of your legendary heroes, hey?" Arron drawled as he walked up to the new arrival, completely ignoring the mess of feathers and flesh lying in the trees. "My name is Arron, there are those who have seen first-hand that I could shoot the stars out of the sky."
"Well they also say that I've a light speed mind, so they aren't exactly lying." Alice joked, popping up behind Corrin. "My name is Alice."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, star shooter, Light speed mind, wielder of warriors. I've heard of you from my friends in Askr." Corrin replied politely, hand gently resting upon a golden blade. "I hold the title of fateful princess, a name shared by a different version of me who is male, but we have more pressing matters at hand."
"Is that a sacred gear!?" the fallen angel exclaimed furiously, steadily standing. A light spear formed in her hand, but it quickly fell apart to her displeasure.
"You are weakened and surrounded; you shall be struck down in your place." Elwyn announced, holding his blade high before swinging down.
Rias Gremory was happy. It's true. She had found a potentially powerful sacred gear holder and formulated a near perfect plan to get him within her peerage, an act that would grant her more power in which to combat her unnecessary engagement. Even if the fallen angels chose to kill him, then they would only be granting her with a powerful piece, so she had let them roam freely for now.
Moving to Kuoh park, where her familiar had found them going, she was ready to bring the boy back to life and just as expected, the body of Issei Hyoudou was left on the ground, dull eyes and limp pose.
"Halt! State your purpose with this boy!" an authoritive voice ordered, causing the red head to turn blue eyes to the voice's origins. She had seen many an archetype, for devils liked to collect rather eccentric pieces for their strength, but to see a woman in robes, an archer, a man dressed as a royal and an armoured woman wielding a golden blade, it was rather well themed.
'Such a shame. I was hoping to reincarnate Issei before anyone could arrive.'
"Don't worry, I'm a close relative of this boy. I'm hoping to get his body back to the rest of the family." She responded, calmly. With a little bit of hypnotism magic, it wouldn't matter if she didn't look anything like Issei or wasn't responding like a grieving relative who had suddenly chanced upon a dead brother.
"Do you honestly expect us to believe that with your looks and attitude right now?" Alice deadpanned, her thunder tome resting in her arms. After having to face someoe who claimed themselves a fallen angel of all things, the tactician was not in the mood for any more disruptions. Rias slowly raised her lithe arms in the air.
"Don't worry, I'm unarmed." She placated. "Perhaps we should take this to a more appropriate place." With a gentle glance to each other, Elwyn stepped forward.
"Arron, please transport the body with us. He deserves a proper burial. We shall go with you, but know it is without complete trust." He informed the girl, who happily accepted the term before leading them away, Arron hefting the body on his shoulder.
"So, barely 10 minutes and Elwyn already has a dead boy on his conscious. I wonder how he'll respond."
There we go. What do you think? It was just a very bare bones concept at first, being 'what if the summoner was brought into another world?' But hopefully I can flesh it out a bit as the story goes on. Please tell me what you think.