Summary: Thousand years after the first Exalt defeated Grima, the Fell Dragon once more endangers the World. A young tactician from another world is the only hope to defeat the Dragon and save the world. Fire Emblem: Awakening retold revolving around the young tactician Vivianne.

Author's Note: My Unit (The Avatar/Robin) is called Vivianne in this story.

Her appearance:

Build: 01

Face: 04

Hair: 03

Hair Color: 13

Voice: 03

It's also a slight crossover with Fire Emblem Fates. And of course the game does not belong to me. Enjoy reading!

Prologue

During a war raging in one of the Outrealms, with two countries being involved, a young girl was sitting in a small room which was only dimly lit by a candlestick on the table. The bookcases were missing a few books, most of them lying on the ground around the girl and a few of them on the table. The moon shone into the chamber through the only window in the room, though it was partly hidden by the clouds.

The girl frowned and turned around, placing the open book on the table and leaned forwards to grasp the candlestick and pulled it closer to be able to read the text properly.

She was no older than six, her light azure blue hair was tied up to a pony tail with a black lacy ribbon and bangs fell in her face. She wore a black lacy dress with a blue bow on the back and patent shoes. Her big brown eyes skimmed across the sentences of the book with great interest.

"Vivianne, are you in here?" The door opened with a squeak and a gentle-looking woman looked into the room, but the little girl – Vivianne – did not react as she was absorbed in her book. The woman's ruby eyes with unusual slit pupils glanced around the room until she found the girl and smiled, displaying fangs. She had the same hair color as Vivianne, only that her hair was longer and two streaks were braided from her ears to the back of her head and she had neat bangs. Just like her eyes, her ears were also unusual, as they were pointed. The woman was wearing the black armor of a noble, only that she was barefoot.

"Vivianne." She called out again but the girl still doesn't responded so she repeated the girl's name, only more stern. "Vivianne!"

"Kyah!" Vivianne winced in surprise, almost knocking the candlestick over, and turned around so her eyes met with the ones of the woman. "Oh, Mother. You almost made my heart stop beating!"

"That's because you were so absorbed in your book, you didn't even notice me." Vivianne's mother, Kaguya, answered and approached her. "You went into this room very early and yet you're still here. You're truly dedicated."

"Of course. I want to be a great tactician and help you." Vivianne smiled faintly when looking up to Kaguya who had a proud expression on her face and patted her daughter's head.

"Hehe, that's a great dream you have there, princess." She snickered. "Now that I know you're here, I have to search for your brother. He always runs off somewhere on his own. Do you know where he went?"

"Sieg? Well, he came in here a few hours ago, asking where Father is. Maybe you'll find him if you look for Father." Vivianne proposed, her eyes lingering on the books, and Kaguya sighed in return.

"I see... heh, I should have expected that. I'm going to search for your Father, but when I return here I do not wish to see you in front of the books. It's still some time until bedtime so go play with your friends."

"Yes, Mother." Vivianne pouted, an expression which made her look even more similar to her father, causing her mother to smile.

"There's no reason to sulk, Pouty. Just don't forget to go out for a bit, your brother does it as well, even though he learns as much as you." Kaguya's hand stayed on her daughter's face and she leaned in to kiss Vivianne's forehead. The young princess blushed in response and raised her hand, rubbing the spot with the back of her hand in embarrassment. Kaguya only giggled in response and stroked affectionately over Vivianne's cheek before leaving.

Vivianne hated it when her mother compared her to her older twin brother but tried not to show it. She looked back at her book and decided to read through it and go out to play with her friends, the children of her parent's siblings and the soldiers of the army.

Due to the war taking place, many people lost their lives on the battlefields and Vivianne knew she had to enjoy her time with her family as long as she could since no one knew when someone might die but she wanted to help them as soon as possible so she often stayed cooped up in dusty libraries and read books about tactics, another reason why she couldn't slack with her training.

Vivianne was about to turn her attention back to the books when she felt the atmosphere of the room suddenly changing and it grew incredibly dark so she jumped off the chair, gripping the tome she got from her great aunt as a birthday present, and looked around as she slowly backed towards the door. She knew that something was wrong and the feeling gave her goosebumps. With a faint trace of fear on her face she was about to reach for the doorknob when she bumped against something warm.

Vivianne twirled around abruptly and saw a foreign man standing in front of her, wearing unusual Sorcerer's robes. He had a dark skin and his eyes were piercing, his dark hair stuck straight from her head. The man had an intimidating aura surrounding him which caused Vivianne to tremble as she stumbled backwards but there were more men who appeared out of nowhere. She was about to scream but one of them cupped her mouth with his hand and muffled her scream, the others held her tightly so she couldn't escape.

"The Master was right." The man in the Sorcerer's robes said with a deep voice echoing through the chamber. "This one is perfect, the perfect vessel." He laughed. "Finally, after all this search."

Vivianne teared up as he approached her, moving like a spider.

"There's no need to cry, my dear. From this point on you're going to be the vessel for the great Fell Dragon, Grima."

He reached out to Vivianne who started to scream, not caring that she was silenced by the hand of a stranger, as darkness enveloped her.

As soon as the shadows were gone, the entire room was once again dimly lit by the candlestick, but this time without a young girl feverly reading books.