Hello everyone in the Fire Emblem Community! I just hope that, as this is my first fanfiction, I wish for everyone to be brutally honest with me about my work! A person can only get better, after all...

I honestly have no idea what OOC means, as I am relatively new to the RP community. However, this will be a self insert, so...

Enjoy the story!

For that matter, some background...

Firer is a 28 year old, with black hair, a heavy green-black coat, and, his last world visited being Tellius, his Celica's Gale was blessed by the Goddess Yune(per the story line). Therefore, he abuses the tome to no end. Furthermore, Storm was actually Nagi's replacement Falchion(yes, I know that the replacement Falchion and normal Falchion are not supposed to exist in the same timeline) before it became his personal blade throughout his journey, eventually taking a different, more blade-like form than the original Falchion; more akin to the look of the Barrier Sword overall.

I shall now stop my endless rambling...

Edit: Added the Avatar's Discovery to Chp. 1

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Future

It had been ten years since Firer had left Akaniea. Ten years since he had left the comforts of home and led a mercenary's life. He fingered his only weapons nervously; his only remnants of his old life; his sword, Storm, with a gem in the hilt, and his own blessed version of Celica's Gale. It had gained the ability to fire all four blasts of wind at once, something that had saved his life more times than he could count. As he stepped through the Outrealm gate, he smiled as he expected the smell of grass and flowers unique to his homeworld of Akaniea...

However, as he stepped through, he was greeted with a desolate wasteland, fourteen people in front of him, fighting for their lives. He growled as he took out his blade and sliced through the two monsters of black effortlessly; they were masses of decaying flesh and broken armor, yet that didn't stop them from possessing the power of a grown man. As he joined the people fighting, it took him only one glance to realize that they were still children...children that had been forced to mature far too quickly in this war against these revived warriors. As he fought alongside a boy with a dark, purple coat, the boy shouted,"Fall back! I'll hold them off!"

Another person, dressed as Marth, shouted, "Are you insane? You'll die here!"

"Better me than the rest of you."

Firer put his hand on his shoulder, and as the kid turned to look at him, recognition flitted through his eyes, but then quickly disappeared.

"I'll hold them off," said Firer. "I wish you children a brighter future. I'll catch up to you guys after you leave." The boy looked as if he was in protest, then stopped, turned, and dashed for the portal.

As the children began to evacuate, Firer backed up slowly, using his only tome, "Gale," as he nicknamed it, to hold the black mass off. The amount of incantations chanted per second made him feel lightheaded. As the last child escaped, he turned and ran to the Gate.

But just before he stepped in, he fell in, an arrow sticking out of his back. The last thing he remembered was falling, face first, onto a grassy field.

The woman lay on the ground as two people looked at each other in confusion.

"Chrom, we have to do something!"

"What do you propose we do?"

"I..I don't know!"

She slowly opened her eyes...

"I see you're awake now."

"Hey there!"

"There are better places to take a nap on the ground, you know. Give me your hand."

As she stood up, she instinctively knew his name. "Thank you, Chrom."

As confusion reigned over how she knew his name, yet did not remember anything else due to her apparently having amnesia, a man fell out of the sky, an arrow sprouting out of his back, onto the ground. Needless to say, things became even more confusing. The girl, one of whom the unknown person had been talking to, scrambled to his side immediately. As Frederick "the Wary" pulled the arrow from his back at the same time Lissa had started healing the unconscious person, she made a discovery.

"Chrom, this man has the Brand of the Exalt on his hand!"

Short chapter much? This served as more of an intro to the character of Firer, as we all know what the Avatar, Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick say to each other. Also, having Firer mess up the plotline(a tiny bit with his Brand) is sort of funny. I got a horrible sense of humor.

Did I mention I am horrible at making names?

*runs away before poor unnamed Avatar turns his blade on him*