I do not own Fire Emblem, but I own some of the characters of this fanfic.
Morning already? That felt short. Aaaaaand... I forgot my dream again. That stinks, usually my dreams are fu-
...
Where am I? This is not my room, and I know for certain that this isn't my bed. It's way to stiff to be mine.
Actually, this doesn't look like any room that I've ever been in. The structure of the house looks like it's made of wood, and this bed just looks like someone stuffed a bag with straw and dropped it on a wooden frame. It looks almost medieval-ish.
Perhaps this is a prank? But why? The only person who could really prank me like this would be my father, but not even he would bother to do this.
You know, maybe I will find out if I quit talking to myself and get out of this room.
It's either a prank, or someone remodeled my room... around me... while I was sleeping... No, that sounds too stupid to be true.
I now know for a fact this isn't my house, since mine doesn't have two floors.
Ah well, the faster I get down, the faster I can go home.
I take just a few steps, then-
"Ravel, come down for breakfast!"
What? Did he say what I think he just said? My name isn't Rave-
Wait a second, wait just a damn second.
Ravel is from that Fire Emblem fanfiction that I wrote. Sure, it was shabby, but why is my father calling me that?
Either I'm in Ylisse, or my father needs to stay away from my computer. I seriously hope that it's the latter.
Okay, I need to think for a second. HOLD ON!
I rush back upstairs and look into a mirror that is suspended on the wall.
Well, I still look like myself; red-ish brown hair, freckles, a bit pale, except that I'm older. No idea how much older, but I can tell that it's more than a couple of years. Well, this is going to be a pain.
Well, Ylisse it is. Why the hell did I have to be inserted into my own story?! I could have ended up in Southtown, for all I care! A bit unoriginal, sure, but at least I wouldn't be stuck in this mess!
"Ravel! Are you coming, or not?!" Strangely, he sounds identical to my father. Which is strange, if I'm inserted into Ylisse. Well, he's technically Ravel's father. Which obviously means that I'm either him or a sibling that I didn't know about. The latter is possible, since this already seems screwed up.
You know, maybe I'm still dreaming, perhaps I should slap myself.
It's worth a tr- OUCH! Okay, either this is the most realistic dream I've ever had, or this is real.
"Your food is getting cold!" 'Father' screams.
"I'm coming!" I scream back at him. He even acts like my father, only with more seriousness and less goofiness.
Ugh... So... Full...
That was only one plate of food. How the hell did that fill me up so fast? You know... maybe I should just go back upstairs and lay down.
I really need to rest for a-
"What do you think you're doing?" 'Father' asks. What? I'm fu- Wait, this isn't modern day, I can't just sit around and do whatever the hell I want. I hate you, reality.
So.. tiring.
I had to work out in a Blacksmith forge, which happens to be Ravel and his father's job. I regret giving Ravel a backstory, I should have just kept him as a dual-wielding warrior that did everything perfectly. But this? This is just exhausting.
This could be worse, perhaps I could start quoting things? I should just hope that this is over soon.
"You seem to have worked long enough. I'll give you a break, if you want." Well, THAT was generous, and out of character. What am I saying? I never designed a personality for this guy.
Hold on- There HAS to be a catch.
"But-"
Of course, that IS too good to be true.
"You will have to go to the market and buy some firewood for the furnace. I feel that you need to get out of the house a bit more, perhaps socialize with the townspeople." Translation: You have to stop working and do something boring. Eh, at least I will have something to look at. I mean, this can't be so bad- right?
Well, I shouldn't have said that. It turns out that it is in the middle of summer... DURING A DROUGHT. This wouldn't be so bad if not for the fact that I have to stand out in the sun with NO SHADE. Quit laughing at me, reality.
That's not even mentioning the fact that I am crushed between multiple crowds of people. I'm not even sure whether or not there IS a line anymore, but I can only hope.
"Hey, you!" What? Why are you looking at me like that?
"I've been asking a lot of people this, but why do you think Plegia wants the Fire Emblem?" What? It's like the universe is saying 'I'm sorry' and is letting me take advantage of my knowledge. I could either give him hardly any information, and leave him still wondering, or I could reveal every possible bit of information.
I'm not sure why, but I feel like going for the second choice. Eh, it's worth a try.
"Maybe the Grimleal are trying to revive Grima."
"G-Grima?!" Now he's scared. Job complete! "N-no! They wouldn't do that!" Of course the cult that worships a giant dead dragon totally wouldn't work to revive said dragon. I wonder why they would do that? ... My sarcasm... MY DAMN SARCASM! Well, he's gone now.
Finally, this line has shortened! I don't know why people are so willing to get firewood, especially since there is a drought. I mean, if you wanted some warmth, you could just sit out in this drought for who-knows-how-long! I mean, I understand with the furnace, but this?! Did I mention that I can't stand heat? If I were forced to sit out in the heat with other people until one of us died, then I would be the first. I hope the Plegian desert isn't too bad, especially since I'm probably going to end up there, eventually.
"Next!" Who was that? Wait, the shopkeeper? Finally, I can get out of here.
I don't actually see any firewood, so I guess that he has it hidden somewhere. Forget it! I need to stop thinking so that I can go into a slightly cooler room.
"I'd like to buy some firewood please." I announce.
"I'm terribly sorry sir, but we are all out of that."
...
Is he joking? He had better be joking.
"Please don't joke with me, I'd like to buy some."
"I'm serious. I'm all out! The person before me brought the rest!"
What? No. No! NO! NO!
"YOU CAN'T BE OUT OF WOOD! YOU HAVE A DAMN CART MADE OUT OF WOOD!"
"Well I can't sell you my cart!"
"Oh yeah? Well you can sell me a PIECE of your cart! I have been waiting here for hours! And I am not going to have some moron tell me that he's out! I will rip out your throat and feed it to a pack of rabid wolves, if you don't give me some RIGHT NOW!"
Everyone around me is backing away now, not that I mind. I can get some well-deserved air. But did I seriously scare them that much? That is just idiotic.
"Fine! Fine! Take some wood! I just don't want any trouble!" With that, he rips a couple of planks from the cart, and tosses them into my reach.
Well, I got it free? I still have some gold to spare, too. As long as I have some time, that is.
Actually, why was he selling wood on a wooden cart, anyways. That just seems slightly weird, to me.
I walked around Ylisstol before finally turning home. There is literally no way of knowing where I am. I can safely assume that this is Ylisstol, but there are literally no signs and not a single person has mentioned the city name. Considering this is Fire Emblem, you'd expect things to be more organized.
I walk a few more steps, watching some nearby people cower in fear. Was I seriously that scary? I'm pretty sure a baby would do that if it was under the kind of pressure that I had to put up with.
WAIT... Go back! Was that an Anna? Huh. I could buy something from here. Maybe she has a Master Seal. I am level ten, aren't I? Then again, I can't even be sure that they work the same way that they do in the game. Ah well.
The things here seem like the usual, to me. Swords, spears, concoctions, etc. There is also, a... Is that Grima's Truth? Well, not that I can tell, I just vaguely remember the symbol on that thing. It looked like wings, I think. There is also a-
I don't know what that thing is, but it's moving. Maybe I can ask Anna what it is.
I walk towards her and-
Oof.
"Waugh!" I bump into some random person that is in the tent.
Great, now I'm falling. CRAP! I've sent the whole tent down on me!
Ugh... So.. Heavy...
"Hey!" a feminine voice yells "No thug ruins my shop and gets away with it!"
Huh? Was that Anna? I hope I didn't upset- WHAAAAA!
Lightning just struck the tent! Oh I hope she doesn't have a Levin Sword!
GAH! Another! Oh damn, she DOES!
The tent is pushed aside, revealing a not-at-all-happy Anna.
"Hey you!" She's walking towards me, "You were the one that knocked down the tent! Weren't you?!"
"Um..." I need a second to do a dramatic gulp.
"Was it?" Oh man, she looks pissed.
I hate to lie, but I'm gonna have to pass the blame to someone else. Let's see, nobody else here except... Wha?! Owain? I guess he was the one I bumped into. Let's see... What color is his hair? Wait, it's white. I guess this universe is going with RobinxLissa. Not that I mind, that's one of my favorite pairings.
Sorry Owain. I know you were my son in my first Awakening playthrough, but...
"It was him!" I scream.
"Oh really now?" she turns in his direction, Levin sword sword pointed.
Owain looks nervous now, and... He's glaring at me. I am turning into Severa, seriously. Why am I acting so differently?
"What do you have to say for yourself?" the Anna says to him. So she's actually believing me? I guess this Anna isn't the brightest one.
"I- I don- Er.. Uh.." He's stutters a bit as the nervous look returns to his face. You'd expect him to be more confident than this. Then again, Anna has probably hundreds of sisters, so I think that I would be afraid too.
"I... Uhhhh... RUN AWAY SWORD HAND!"
HAHA.. Did he really just say that? That's my son... Or, was.. in one of my playthroughs... I don't know.. This is confusing anyways.
Wait, they're gone already? They are a lot faster than I expected. Alright, where did I drop my gold?
Oh son of a-
Did Anna steal my gold? Crap. My father won't be too happy about this.
I pick up the wooden planks and walk away.
Okay, so I rewrote this chapter due to some of the text issues that were present in the original. This is a lot better in that I added more of my personality and tried to make it more than a few events tied together. It's better than a bunch of periodical edits, though.
This idea was based on a typical self-insert (Gone2GroundEX's in particular), and an unfinished fanfiction based around most of the OCs that will be in this story.
