AN: Well hello there fellow fanfic readers and writers…for those of you who don't know, I am relatively new to this website and have been furiously trying to sort out my stories so that I can post the ones that I want to share with everyone! (Yay! Sharing makes the world go round!) *ahem*
Moving on. I have read most posts of this very wonderful and interesting story where Hiraga Saito is whisked away from his normal teenage life in Japan only to end up as a familiar to a rather funny and petite young beautiful gal mage. And by that I meant, mean, bratty and utterly snobbish...in a cute way. "Tsundere everyone" *crowd applauds*
Most of the stories I've read consist of various reverse summons, actual or different versions of Saito being summoned, female and male OCs who are either evil, neutral or good, whether they accept their familiar fates or outright deny it to the point of killing everyone and everything. Some stories even have the summoned character kill off a main or support character.
I have also read xovers and regular fanfics of FoZ/ZnT, where summoned or transported characters instigate revolutions for equality. While this is admirable and probably better I for one think that that can be further enhanced but I am not sure if I am the first one to consider this or not. If I am then hopefully you enjoy it and if not then feel free to either tell me about it and hopefully we can come to an agreement on what not to write about.
Most locations start off in Albion, some in Tristain and I think a few others in Gallia, Romalia and Germania but I haven't read ALL of the fics so I may be wrong about this. Then again this is my own blend into this. Please for those of you who are of German ethnicity, I ask that you bear with me and if you want you can PM a German to English vocabulary to help me in this.
Note: I am not German, but I love the language and the culture, even the history…ooohhh and the Panzers! If I have or may have caused offense, I apologize in advance and hope you find it in your hearts to forgive me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of ZnT/FoZ. OCs, and AU event belong to me and anyone else who may have pitched in to help me develop this story….for further reference please see Constitution of Mars. Any references to other medias or some such is purely coincidental and utterly ridiculous...I mean if I name my OC Jason Bourne and another guy happens to do the same then that is just pure coincidence, nothing more or less.
Prologue
A Brief Intro
Rudolf Franz Maximilian von Hess. That was his name. He was a Hessian. A ruthless mercenary soldier of unmatched skill, and power by both his own peers within the Hess and by many outside of it, he had fought in three wars over the course of his young life and now he was at the brink, a fourth war had sprung up and he was near death. His body ached and was paralyzed. He had lost his left eye and had worn a patch, even with the magically bionic eye that enhanced his sight he still wore that patch. After all, it was a gift from his best friend, a friend he had lost to the Ruska.
He growled in agony and unrestrained anger at the mere thought of the Ruska. They who had dared attack his beloved Fatherland. The strongest nation in Europa-nay!-the world, the jewel of all civilized life and the power that policed and kept the world from succumbing to a war, an irony he was sure, but now a smoking wasteland of death and destruction as far as the eye could see. He had always known the Ruskan Confederacy was jealous of the Fatherland's might and power. But never imagined they would actually go to war against it.
Such thoughts were prevalent in his mind but even that could not stop the pain from gushing forth and assaulting his nerves. He screamed in pain and anguish at having failed! He had failed! The Fatherland was near death and he had FAILED! A hand grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down to the muddy ground, his once clean Black uniform was now a mismatched patchwork of dirt, grime, mud and blood…a lot of blood. He yelped and panted heavily biting down the agonizing pain and growled at the person who had shoved him back to the ground.
"Take it easy!" the person told him, he sounded irritated but there was an underlying tone of exhaustion. Rudolf saw the uniform and was relieved to see the Red Cross armband on the man's right arm. "Damn. You took a nasty hit from those Ruskan Sorcerer rifles. It's a clean through and through though so I can easily fix it. Just have to seal this up first."
Rudolf winced in pain but bit down on it to prevent himself from screaming out again. His head dug into the mud which matted his once pristine and wavy blonde hair. Dirt and mud latched onto his clothes, his wound and his face masking his fair complexion…but his eyes, his eyes burned bright blue in pain and rage.
"Aarrggghhh! Fuck!" Rudolf couldn't hold onto his resolve and let loose the curse. He cried out loud enough for him to have woken the 'Sleeping Dragon in the Mountain', a legend that dwells within the Fire Mountains of the Swiz Alps.
"Damn it man! Stop squirming or I'll never finish healing this wound you got!" The field medic yelled down at his rowdy patient. Rudolf just growled in pain as his savior injected morphine and then applied bandages to his midsection where Rudolf could see a large hole about 5 centimeters in diameter just below where his liver would be. "There! Now just hold still…. this may sting a little."
Sting a little was the understatement of the day in Rudolf's opinion. The damned medic lied…well technically he didn't but that didn't matter since the pain was more horribly accurate in attacking his entire body. He tried to break free from the medic's hold, to get away…far away from the pain as possible but he could not move. 'The bastard used a paralysis spell!' Rudolf clenched his teeth suffering the pain that slammed against his very being, slowly crushing him underneath its weight.
"Okay there its done." The medic declared with a smug look on his face as he took in his handiwork, "Not bad if I do say so myself. Saved your life and all but now I have to go and treat the others."
Rudolf gasped for breath, panting exhaustively and rolling to his left side to alleviate the still lingering pain on his right. He turned and saw another soldier lying just a few meters from him, the man had a glazed over look in his eyes. He knew instantly the man was no longer alive. His soul had gone to a better place…to Valhalla where he will meet with his brothers in arms and continue the fight against Ragnarok. Rudolf wondered if that was what awaited him upon his death. To see the glorious halls and hear the tales of great warriors of the olden days, when the Fatherland had ruled most of Europa thanks to the efforts of the Valhallan warriors.
He winced every now and then when pain shot throughout his right side and he shifted slightly to avoid anymore of that. But he was relieved. He had lost consciousness on the battlefield when he had been shot in the abdomen, now however, he had time to contemplate his failure. His failure to fight against the Ruska and to save the Fatherland from destruction, how naïve was he to think he could take on their armies alone? He had charged ahead of the main group and now…what? A shot up belly to show for it!
Ah! But he was not alone, here with him were others who had similar mindsets. All of whom are as naïve as he was. If only….no! He was a Hessian…his father was a Hessian! His grandfather was a Hessian! His great-grandfather was a Hessian! Hell! His entire family had all been Hessian! He can trace this heritage to the earliest days of the Hess! Around a thousand years ago.
Groaning he forced himself to sit upright grunting and cursing as he sat up and looked around him. Everywhere was a body dead, dying or gravely wounded. If only he hadn't been so stupid he could have used his magic to the fullest extent of his ability to do so. There it was again, his magic, his nagging magic which was the pride and joy of his entire house! Where others are gifted with either one or more of the base elements, he was gifted with all of them and one unique magic that has only been seen in Europa four times! Explosion Magic!
The power and ability to cause an object, whether or not its inanimate or animate, to spontaneously explode. How such an ability works is beyond even the understanding of the Magi Council and the Board of Magic Reviews (which is the science dedicated to learning more about magic and secrets via scientific means and methods). Rudolf's parents had been overjoyed when the Magi Census (Mage officials who register babies born with magic and identify the type or types of magic they are born with) informed them that their son was a High Archon Mage (HAM-those born with the ability to control base element magic, various other elemental magics, as well as his unique explosion magic), the unofficial term for HAMs varies from Destroyers, Destructors, Hammers, Killzones and so forth.
Atleast that's what everyone told him. So far he was having a hard time believing any of those praises that were showered on him. Sure he can cause a great amount of damage as evidenced during the First War with Ruska. Then during the Second War, he had proved instrumental alongside many of his HAM brothers in bringing down the mighty war machines of the combined military might of Ruska and Pole. The preemptive strike had crippled the Augsburg Wall, a line of bunkers and trenches that stretched across the border between the Fatherland, Pole and Ruska.
His actions saved a lot of lives and within a few weeks the Second War ended. It was more of a skirmish but Rudolf and his friends didn't much care what it was called. As long as they defended the Fatherland from its enemies they were content. Then the Third War began…barely a month had passed and the Ruska and its Pole ally had once again attacked but this time they did so in greater numbers, not even Rudolf with his unique magic stood a chance against literal millions of men pouring into the Fatherland like a flood. And a flood they were, instantly sweeping away what defenses were left in the Eastern Front.
Rudolf recalled those hated memories, of his comrades falling one by one, his fellow HAMs were slaughtered down to a man, leaving him the only HAM left in all of the Fatherland for the simple reason of him being incapacitated and quickly evacuated from the front. He cried tears of sorrow for the lives of his brethren that were lost, for the innocents that the Ruskan and the Poles burnt, for the cities and villages that were laid to waste by the advancing hordes of the Ruskan and Pole war machine. Tanks, planes, mages, soldiers and heavy fucking artillery! These things combined made him question his very sanity to the point where he had an emotional breakdown once he learned of the fates of his brothers in arms.
"Valhalla be damned!" Rudolf shouted in defiance to the sky as he forced himself to stand on wobbly feet. He shook so bad he was about to fall but through sheer will and determination but mostly anger…unfiltered anger, he managed to lessen the shaking and he stood up tall and proud with his dirty and bloodied uniform. His Black overcoat, the standard issue coat all HAM personnel are given upon completion of training, lay near his cot.
"Major!" somebody yelled at Rudolf who was slowly and painfully limping away from his cot whilst putting on his trench coat. His right side was inflamed with a pain he had only felt during his hellish training within the ranks of Shutzstaffel, the personal army of the Kaiser, the highest most elite force of the Fatherland's military.
"Do not follow or try and stop me! Leutnant!" Rudolf barked at the fast approaching soldier. From the looks of him the man was clearly not a Shutzstaffel elite, from the drab grey overcoat and overall dirty grey uniform, the man was a Lieutenant in the Wermacht. A regular soldier.
"I can't do that, Herr Major." The Leutnant firmly told his superior whilst blocking his way. "You are hurt…badly and if you were to go out there, we will have lost our most powerful soldier!"
Rudolf looked at him questioningly with a brow raised. He wondered what the man meant by that. Sure he was the strongest when it came to utilizing the powerful destruction potential of all of his known magic elements including his unique ability but even then he was just one man, one man who had failed his Fatherland. He hung his head low when he thought of his failure…battered and wounded, he had failed to stop the Ruska and Pole hordes from flooding through his beloved homeland. But he would make them pay, anger flowed through him once more and his eyes changed colors to a deadly glowing red. His hair literally burst into flames and his body began giving off heat at an alarming rate, he was engulfed in flames and the Leutnant barely managed to avoid getting singed to cinders.
"Hear me brave soldiers! Sons and daughters of the Fatherland!" Rudolf yelled at the top of his voice, his lungs hastily compensating for the lack of air. His declaration had garnered the attention of the men and women within the hospice, the moaning and crying of pain and hopelessness stopped and silence reigned undeterred before the young Major continued. Conviction and the sheer aura of inspiration emanating from his being in the form of fire raging around him, caused the dying to stop their moaning and crying and looked to him, to see him and to hear him.
"Have you no dignity?! Have no pride?! Have you not the will to stand anymore?! Or are you all giving up now that the enemy has reached the very gates of Berlin?! I implore you to stand…to stand with me! For the Fatherland is teetering on the brink of total annihilation at the hands of the Ruska! Would you give them the satisfaction of killing everyone here?! For them to stomp on our pride and joy?! To let them skewer and murder our people for no other reason than jealousy?! TELL ME! TELL ME NOW! WHAT WILL YOU DO TO ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS! WHAT WILL YOU DO NOW THAT OUR ENEMY IS AT OUR GATES?! WILL YOU STAND WITH ME! TO SEE OUR FATHERLAND RISE FROM THIS OUR GRAVEST HOUR! TELL ME! TELL ME SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF THE FATHERLAND! TELL ME NOW!"
The men and women, the dead and the dying, the wounded and those that cared for them listened to this man, this Harbinger of Destruction begging them to stand firm, to stand strong and to stand with him in defiance of their hated enemies. To deny them the satisfaction of defeating the Fatherland, to see them survive through this hell, and slowly, one by one the shouts began, at first small and insignificant but then in a rising crescendo it began to take form, to take form into an almost feverish scream, yells, shouts and cries. The soldiers of the Fatherland would not fall this day, they will not falter in the face of overwhelming odds, they will not see their great homeland, the protector of Europa and deterrent in the world, fall under their watch.
Slowly the Leutnant who had tried to stop the raging inferno that was Rudolf, began to sing the national song of the Fatherland. When that started the rest of the men and women joined in and the song reached even those that had stood a little to far from the hospice. The song itself was no big deal but the lyrics, the very words they sung, was far more than simple words, they were imbued with power. An ancient and very powerful incantation known by all those born with the Fatherland in their blood, not in the sense that they learn of it in schools or by reading about it, but in the sense that it is the very essence of the Fatherland. It is not the national anthem that is sung on special occasions, many outside of the Fatherland confuse the two but to those who are born into the Fatherland they know it much more differently.
A few blocks away, through the ruins and shattered roads of the once mighty city of Berlin, the pride and joy of the Fatherland, within the hallowed halls of the Imperial palace, inside the throne room where an elderly looking monarch sat upon his throne. He lifted his tired head and revealed eyes that had seen better days, black rings around his bloodshot eyes shimmered and glinted as the sunlight broke through the tinted windows and shined on his face.
"It has begun…"
That simple whisper was heard within the minds of all that defended the Fatherland's last city, the jewel that shines as the beacon of hope throughout all of Europa, now nothing more than a huge smoldering ruin and corpse. Rudolf was still surrounded by the raging heat and flames. His eyes lit up when he heard the voice of the Kaiser, his mentor and friend, the one who had trained him on how to use his unique gift. His voice rose higher as he sung the last verse.
When the last words of the song were uttered, the bodies of the dying healed completely, their wounds closed by themselves and a new feeling rushed into and spread throughout their bodies, their eyes lit up a crimson red and their bodies were soon like that of the Major, engulfed in a fiery cloak of flames, everywhere within the former jeweled city the citizens and the soldiers rose on their feet with renewed vigor and determined to rush at the enemy and send them back or die trying.
Ruskan and Pole Lines
"My god what have we done?" A middle-aged man wearing the green-grey uniform of the Ruskan military, with the sleeves and collar adorned with the insignias of a Colonel. He had witnessed the sky turning red and the skeleton that used to be Berlin was suddenly bursting into flames. It was burning with the flames of hell itself as the heat became unbearable.
"What is going on?" Another officer, a Pole, asked the Colonel who's faced had paled and was shaking in his boots. "Why are you acting like that? Get a grip old man!"
Now normally when the younger officer would call him such names he would have quipped right back but this time he was silent and still very much distraught. For he knew, oh yes he knew, that the legends-nay!-myths were actually real. For thousands of years the world and especially the Ruska had questioned why the Fatherland was so special out of all the various nations, the answer they had gotten was that in the Ancient Era, a Great Dragon had settled in a land where the Fatherland is now situated. There the Dragon had taken a human woman as his bride, this angered the people who tried to kill such a powerful beast, their magic was not strong enough to kill it but the Dragon restrained itself as a promise to his beloved human wife.
The legends go on to describe the birth of twin hybrid sons that gave the Dragon joy but then tragedy struck. His beloved was killed by the same people who had tried to kill him but instead of seeking vengeance he had instead fled with both his sons, who were still infants to a faraway land in the north, the frozen tundra and mountains of the north. It was from there that the twins returned with a mighty horde of warriors. These warriors were known to those they slaughtered as the Berserkers and a lot of the people who live in the Fatherland can trace their origins to one or two of their Berserker ancestors. The legend ends with the twins exacting their revenge on the people who had killed their mother. In hindsight, the entirety of the male population whether they be old or young were brutally killed and the women were forced to integrate with the Berserkers.
Atleast that is what the legend says anyways. But the last thing the legends state was that every person born in the Fatherland carries the blood of the Great Dragon, and their nation was thus named after the Dragon whose name had long been lost into the oblivion that is history. All sons and daughters of the Fatherland know the name of their homeland but had never shared it with outsiders, and all of them view the Great Dragon as their Father and thus…the name of their country. A powerful nation of technology and magic, whose power caused pause for those that would seek to dominate others, whereas the Fatherland sought only to pacify the world to prevent wars, such as the one the Ruskan and the Poles now wage against them.
"It is true after all." An even older and tired voice spoke from behind both officers and they turned around and saluted the man, who wore the telltale signs of a general. "At ease gentlemen."
"Sir, you thinking what I'm thinking?" the Colonel inquired hoping silently he was wrong. But the damned heat was still rising and it looked like the city will continue to burn in the hellfire flames.
"Yes and I believe we should being artillery barrage. We mustn't let them out of the city lest we fall under their infernal rage."
"Sirs, I doubt they would try. After their last charge their numbers have dwindled down significantly." The younger officer spoke with the usual tone of pride and arrogance but what can the older men do., it was deeply ingrained within their minds at such a young age.
"Enough. Colonel, order your men to begin barra—"
"Sirs!" A young corporal interrupted the General's orders as he burst into the command tent. "They're attacking! En masse and—they're all burning!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Corporal!" The Pole Captain snapped at the lad who seemed to be in a panic…scratch that, he's already panicking.
"Berserkers!" The Corporal whimpered as he said that word. The nightmares have come true, the burning Berserkers of Fatherland legends have become reality and they are really pissed!
"Gentlemen," The Ruskan General cleared his throat and reoriented his weapon belt around his hips. "It has been a pleasure working with you."
"Same here, sir." The Colonel gave a curt nod and a crisp salute.
The Pole Captain could only watch the two Ruskan officers in utter disgust, he did not understand why the two of them and even the Corporal would give up this easily in the face of these 'Berserkers'. But then when went outside to see for himself why the Ruskans would suddenly fear an enemy they have come so close to annihilating.
What he saw outside was his answer. For on the front of their lines, their enemy came charging in great numbers, how they had managed to gather reinforcements he had no idea, but one thing was for sure. These were not the same foes he had faced earlier in the week, these were literal angry enemies that will no doubt tear him apart and for the first time since the war began, he felt raw primal fear.
"We're all going to die!" A random Pole soldier yelled as Berserkers reached their lines and began burning and killing the combined Ruskan/Pole army. That same random soldier found himself burnt down to the bone as his skin literally melted off.
The Pole Captain pulled his sidearm and shot at one of the Berserkers, the enemy soldier turned around when the bullets ripped through his body only for the Captain to notice the wounds closing, he had heard of healing magic doing a similar thing but to his knowledge it was not supposed to be like this. The Berserker turned his full attention towards the Pole who backed away and frantically reloaded his pistol and fired off round after round but to no avail.
As the Berserker grinned, revealing white teeth bared in a snarl, the Pole Captain saw clearly that this young man, no-this monster! ranked as a Major. He kept reloading and firing but the wounds this beast sustained were rapidly healing and finally his weapon clicked. The roars of the berserkers' inferno and the screams of the dying Ruskan and Poles filled the Captain's ears and he dreaded his fate.
"DIE!" Was the Berserker Major's horrifying demand as the Captain cried in painful agony and horror as he felt his inner organs melt and burned from the inside out. When all was said and done, the Major stood over the charred corpse of the Pole Captain with a satisfied smirk and evil glint in his eyes watching his brethren slaughter their enemies to the last man.
"NO SURVIVORS!" Major Rudolf shouted fervently and with hatred dripping from those words. The others all yelled and snarled in gleeful agreement. For five hours the Ruskan and Pole armies that surrounded the jewel of the Fatherland, Berlin, were systemically killed one by one, each was burned alive and torn apart by the vengeful strengths of the reawakened Berserkers.
With Major Rudolf, after the slaughter…
As he sat there on the rocks with his eyes to the sky, Rudolf breathed in and out as calmly as he could in a vain attempt to settle his nerves. His left bionic eye twitched in annoyance as he readjusted the eye patch. He saw the death and horrifying destruction they had wreaked upon the Ruskan and Poles. He admired this…carnage. Yes that was the word. He liked it, he didn't know why and he didn't care, for if this is the result of awakening the sleeping berserker within him then he will gladly fight the enemies of the Fatherland…. and utterly destroy them.
Such is his view on life now after years of constant war. This Fourth War that had brought the Fatherland to the brink, which had weakened it to such a state where its people were being slaughtered down to the child. He will not rest until he has killed every last Ruskan and Pole for their crimes. He is justified in his vengeance and nothing and no one will stop him from achieving that goal. For he is—
Rudolf was torn from his inner thoughts as he lost consciousness and saw only the dark. His body collapsed to the ground and no one noticed. Not even those standing so close to him, gave him any second glance as if he did not exist. His vision then brightened but blurry for the moment.
He looked around him as his vision cleared, the shroud removed from his eyes, and what he saw took his breath away. In front of him was a massive creature of scales and hardened bone. It looked as if the hide could a full barrage from a Howitzer array and be left unscathed. But as he looked further upwards his glance met the eyes, deep glowing red eyes like rubies under the influence of a bright light, stared back at him with purpose. There were wisdom of untold magnitude and power behind those bright red eyes and it was eyeing the major, scrutinizing him as if trying to find any faults. The creature blinked once and then spoke.
"My son. How long have I waited for you to return to me." The creature…no the Dragon spoke to the major as if he knew him on a more personal level. And called him his son? Rudolf was unsure of what to make of this but he knew the Father from the descriptions left to them by the Twin Dragons. The Berserkers' leaders and ancestors. He was just overwhelmed that the Father would call to him, but why?
He found that he could not speak and the Dragon saw this and gave a low chuckle, it sounded more like rolling thunder.
"Son you need not speak. Here your thoughts are your words and I have been hearing quite a lot of it…mostly that you are uncertain." The Dragon, the Father spoke once but this time Rudolf saw that its mouth…or snout was not moving. So he simply concentrated on a specific thought and asked where he was.
"That is a difficult question to answer. However, know and be comforted that you are safe, here with me. But I did not bring you here for that." The Father started and watched Rudolf's expression turn into a serious one and the young man stood at attention. "A military man through and through. Hehehe. You are indeed the reincarnation of my son, Ardor. He was passionate about his prowess in combat and military affairs. Whereas Demure, your brother, was much more reclusive and shy. But nonetheless you strove to protect him from all harm…though the news of your mother's demise was a catalyst even I had not prepared for."
Rudolf was confused. Did the Father not tell his sons of their mother's fates? Did he leave them in the dark and not told them? How then did they learn of their mother's death and of those responsible?
"It was mine own fault that they learned, I had begun to lament and rant during one of my more moodier and turbulent times. They heard everything…including my promise to their mother. From there they subjugated the Berserkers by displaying their power and combat prowess and took the names Blaze for you, Ardor, and Burn for Demure. I just gave them my blessing and off they went on their path of vengeance.
"I had not intended for them to do what they did and the lives they took burned through my soul. For their sins I took upon myself. For every life they took I slowly died, withering away as my scales decayed. Until the very last life my soul and my immortality was spent. I am but a shadow of my former self. A husk. But I did so knowing the future of their efforts. A new life would spring from their conquest, from their loins did come forth the defenders of the world, the guardians of peace and order throughout the lands.
"Fear not for the future of the Fatherland….of Ynamreg."
Rudolf fell to his knees to the ground and bowed his head in reverent respect and worship at the mention of the sacred name of the Fatherland. This seemed to amuse the Dragon as it/he let out another rolling thunder from deep within, again it was a chuckle but how it was considered as such was beyond the young Major.
"Rise, my son. You may have died from overexerting yourself in defense of the nation that bears my name but I have need of your services elsewhere." The Great Dragon, now revealing his name, a name that is worshiped and held sacred, known only to those born in the Fatherland, explained to the young major. "I have sent your brother ahead of you, he will meet you there. However, the timing might be a little off."
Before Rudolf could ask what Ynamreg meant by that, he was assaulted by a bright light that wrapped itself around him and then felt it tug at him, pulling him towards a general direction, where he did not know.
Halkeginia-100 years before events of FoZ/ZnT.
Germania, somewhere in the capital.
A bright light filled the sky and all eyes turned upwards to see what was going on. Curiosity got the better of them and they were suddenly blinded by the light. As they tried to regain their sight, the people failed to notice the man who lay unmoving in the middle of the road. Not until their sight returned did they see him, he looked like he'd been through hell, his black overcoat and black clothes, a uniform of some sort, maybe military, was bloodied and splattered with mud and dirt.
No one wanted to move towards him so he lay there until his fingers twitched and suddenly the man was moving. He groaned and uttered curses, surprisingly in Germanian, so the crowd that had gathered approached the man cautiously. He got on all fours and coughed out blood and then collapsed again but when he hit the ground his body burst into flames that singed off a few of the bystander's eyebrows.
"The hell?!" One man yelped as he leapt back from the burning body. They all watched in astonishment as the man seemed to be untouched by the roaring inferno. And just as quickly as it had come, the fire died and faded away.
"Someone get the guards!" A young woman's voice rang out. "There's a noble here who needs help!"
Within the young man's mind an echoing voice lingered… "My son. There will be turbulent times ahead. You must unite these people under your rule…do that which your ancestors did thousands of years before you and establish the might of the Fatherland in this world!"
Okay folks, that's it for this intro. So yeah for those who may be wondering or already know what the references mean, the Fatherland is heavily influenced by the Germans of our world, but only in certain aspects. This means that although I have named the elite military force as the Shutzstaffel, they are in NO WAY related to the REAL DEAL and the crimes they committed rather, this is an alternate version of that organization that bears the NAME ONLY. The purpose they serve is to safeguard the life of the King and his family, therefore they are actually the Royal Guard.
Yes I am basing Ynamreg on the German Reich of WW1 but with a lot of major differences in that this version of it and the Earth they inhabit is in the midst of the WW2 equivalent of war, are the 'good guys'. Of course that bit about the Hessian mercs is true and they are ruthless, check out the American Revolution, that's where they shined the most in my opinion, a fucked up attempt at dissuading independence, it was for them anyway.
Now I'm sure you got some questions. If not any at all. But to clarify on a few things, I am skipping this part entirely and the events that follows Major Rudolf's arrival will be mentioned every now and then a 100 years after during which time his great grandson, the Crown Prince of Germania is my main character. Okay so the Germania during the events of FoZ/ZnT is AU and probably more powerful with the implementations of the technologies that Rudolf no doubt would impart to his new subjects.
All in all this story will be among my main stories, I'm writing simply because I want to and I have always loved FoZ/ZnT and have had this idea floating in my head for a while now. The only reason I didn't write this sooner was because I was not aware that there was such a thing as a fanfiction website where all my fanfic dreams would come true…in writing anyways.
So please review and give me feedback and suggestions as to help develop this story further. Criticism where its due but please No Flames.
Good luck and hope you all have a nice day, night, morning, afternoon, lunch, breakfast…..dinner and uh, uh, uh….I'm missing something. Oh well! O!