This is my own personal version of Fates: Revelation. I can continue if I get enough views and comments, so fav, follow, and review please.

Corrin was torn between two families; one by blood, the other by memory. This wasn't right, he couldn't choose between two families. He just stood there, frozen, in shock and contemplation, between Xander and Ryoma. Corrin was trying to think of some way to stop this family feud; but he was one man, and one man can't stop a war. Especially if said war was caused by him.

"Brother, after I kill this Hoshido scum, I'm taking you home to forget this day of blasphemy by the Hoshido." stated Xander. "Silence filthy Nohrian, I'll take my brother home so he can finally meet his mother and we can cleanse him of your disgraceful brainwashing." retorted Ryoma.

"If you don't hold your tongue I'll gladly remove for you Hoshidan!" yelled Xander, heading at full speed for Ryoma. "Then come take it, Nohrian!" Ryoma yelled back, his katana out, running for Xander.

Corrin was brought out of his thoughts, his two brothers running at each other. Corrin ran in between them, "Corrin, NO!" cried Azura, but she was too late. Xander and Ryoma didn't even stop, let alone slow down; they were to consumed ad blinded with anger and hatred towards the opposing family.

Corrin gasped out in shock and pain, a stream of tears coming out out both eyes. Two swords had pierced his stomach, going all the way through. As they came through him both blades glistened the crimson red of Corrin's blood. Both Xander and Ryoma were wide eyed in shock of what they did to their brother.

All warriors across the battlefield dropped their weapons and bowed their heads in shame. Both royal families that were there at the time fell to their knees sobbing. Mikoto was standing on the balcony of her palace speaking with her servants, she cut herself off as she looked to the blue sky, a single tear coming out of one of her eyes. King Garon sat on his throne, his head resting on his fist in boredom; Garon then raised his head from his fist in surprise, he then stood on his feet looking out in front of him; when asked if he were okay he didn't respond, he just looked out into the abyss as if it were an eternity.

Both Ryoma and Xander pulled their swords out of Corrin. Corrin fell back, but instead of hitting the ground he was cushioned by the laps of his two older brothers. "Corrin why, why would you do something like that?" Xander asked holding Corrin close to himself and Ryoma.

"I never would have been able to chose between my two families, this was the only way I could have stopped you. But atleast I'll be able to die in peace, knowing I was able to not only stop but bring our families together through this war." stated Corrin as he looked up into both of his brothers' eyes. He placed both of his hands on their cheeks as they cried streams of tears.

"Corrin don't say something like that, it would be too hard to live in a new age of peace without you." cried Ryoma. "Don't let your anger or regret cloud you. Work together and bring about a new age… I'll always be watching you, both of you." Corrin said, tears in his eyes, smiling.

A man had ran up and snatched Corrin from the two, He held Corrin bridal style. Aside from the mask that hid his face his only notable feature was hus black tail, Wolfskin no doubt. Ryoma and Xander rose to their feet both drawing their swords, "Give him back to us!" They yelled, both with tears in their eyes.

The masked Wolfskin grabbed Azura as well and fled the battlefield. Hoshidan and Nohrian troops merged into one group as they stood in front of the two royal families who were side by side. "From now on Hoshidans and Nohrians will work together." started Ryoma. "You shall scour this land and find our brother, Prince Corrin. Now GO!" finished Xander.