Fire Emblem 6.5
Prologue-The Virus
(Disclaimer: I do not own any of the mentioned characters, nor do I own any part of the Fire Emblem franchise. They and all other surrounding elements are all trademarks, excluding Aura, one of the protagonists.)
(Aura, a Swordmaster, is the story's main character. He is only half human (other part: Demon), but resides in an unknown part of the Dragon Realm. He has the extremely odd ability to open the link between the worlds of human and dragon. Locked away in the Dragon Realm because of being seen as a threat, he escapes mercilessly and kills a familiar face. He does this in search of interaction with even one human life, This is how the story begins...)
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...Drip..drip..drip. The sound, this very sound, can be heard by ears pressed against the walls of the Dragon's Gate. It's a sweet sound..so innocent sounding. The sound of blood. My favorite substance. These ancient gates wrought by unknown creators open at my wake. I can't help but lick my lips at the thought of another chance to kill. Yet I must not waste essential time. They chase me. The damned Dragons of the Scouring..vengeance they seek. The gates have finally opened. My eyes glitter at the green corridors. So massive this beautiful thing. I'm finally out of the hellhole of the Dragon's world. As astounded as I am, I have just enough sense to hear the roars behind me. The temperature for those few moments was unbearable. Streaks of red zoom past me as another light of red engulfs my sight. Pale..soft..strong..these same words describe my love. Yet I must not think of such things..they are now so petty. So..meaningless. At this time, I seal the gate, just barely after seeing one of the beasts running full speed. Full speed.. with the flame of its breath in hot pursuit. Blazing, tantalizing light. It was almost alluring, making me yearn to return to that world. Yet life anew was what the Humans would give me. I could not face death..no. My requiem shall be soon, yet I must dance some more to the music mortality shall feed me. The creature's right claw was excruciating severed as the gate closed. I could never see my home again. But one hope remained: the dripping started once more...the proclaimed "Son of Destiny" was alive..this child the Dragons call..
Nils
The swordsman stopped at the center of the lime tile. He had a colossal sack made of straw on his back, spanning merely ten feet. The bag wriggled when dropped. Someone was indeed inside of the suffocating sack. The figure came out of the Gate's cast shadows. So evil his intentions, and his face so beautiful, not suited for a killer. His skin like powder, his soft lips cherry red. Flowing black hair spanned to the mid back, a tuft covering the left eye. His visible eye was slanted in such a snarl, the green flames of the room seemed to arch back. His eye was a delicate hazel, and his figure was almost bone slim. A red robe covered the rest of his features, yet that did not matter.
A conspicuous bamboo sheath (nearly double the size of a katana) rested on his right hip Carefully with gentle hands he ripped open the sack laid next to him to reveal a body. The body was unmistakably that of the child, Nils, bloodied from head to toe by faint slashes. Yet so many existed, you could swear he was battered. the man, Aura, forcibly picked the child up by the neck with his right hand and placed his left hand on the bamboo sheath, removing a large, double-edged Wo Dao sword. He pointed the blade dead-aimed at the child's mouth and asked a question. His face oddly calmed, and his voice was soft like a warm breeze. "Child, I have borrowed you from your land in pursuit of Humans to live with. You say you can show me Humans...where can I find them?" Nils was persistent in resiting Aura's questions. It seemed he was attempting to answer sarcastically, yet was taunting his captor with deliberate stutters. He said, struggling, "you...agh..you're.. asking me the wrong..question." Aura did nothing, other than tighten his hold on the dragon boy, asking again:
"A dead dragon has no use to me. Where are the humans." This time, the boy was too weak to answer, so the red swordmaster angered. In a fury he threw Nils on the ground, placing the blade in his right hand, then towards Nils. He was now in a complete state of suffering. A specific wound in his side was very grave. He had not a lot of time left, dying on the cold marble floor. His final true words were: "I..have no..no information of such..by the time you find..ach..find the life you seek..you won't need me. I see...friends..friends on the outside..that will stop your..your twisted adventure!" The menacing creature did nothing but grin, revealing a pair of pearly white fangs, akin to those of a ravenous vampiric. He merely spat the last cold words the ice dragon would ever hear: "Thank you. Now you can die knowing you were ever good for anything." The boy's glazed eyes went into shock not from the fear of death, but by the piercing words he felt defined most of his own life. The large sword was transfixed into his mouth, then raised up so he dangled like rotisserie meat. In a few seconds, the child was dead.
The robed teen Aura, a soul no older than 15, slid his victim off the sword to leave his body to rot in the Dragon's Gate for the rest of eternity..a sad death for one so bright and young. "Perfect..I kidnap one of their kin, and this is what they offer. Quite frankly, I feel I'm doing the beasts a favor. Yet they told me something..he was not all Dragon. That..man..his father. In my cell, I heard the name..Nergal. That could have been my best friend. From rumors..we have so much in common. Shame.." Aura walked off slowly from the gate, glancing at the dragon claw, then at the boy Nils, almost sympathetically. Then suddenly that bloodthirsty look reappeared in his eyes as he paced his steps one by one..one by one...he was truly eager to see the outside: "Like a virus...the killing fever shall spread..so I shall make new friends...yes...I can hardly wait..."
In Elibe, relative peace continued. Eliwood and Ninian had recently enjoyed their wedding. Thanks to the tactician, Hilma, they planned to named their son, Roy. Things were good in spite of the tragedies to come. Believe it or not, many people wed over the course of the post-war years. Hector of Ostia eventually married a mercenary by the name of Farina, and Lyn had married Rath, the silent warrior of the Kutola. Many more loves spawned, almost too many to count. Yet one seemed to blossom more than the others. A little girl of fourteen years named Nino wed a once cold assassin she worked with during the war. The man went by the name of Jaffar, possibly around sixteen. Disregarding that minor setback, their happiness blossomed...until that one day. A few years after the two settled, a new story began.
The cheery girl Nino came into the couple's small hut with a metal bucket full of water. Two rags lay on the sides of the bucket, and she skipped merrily to see her husband. "Jaffar," the woman said with an obvious smile, "don't you think it's about time for the boys to get their baths?" Jaffar, once thought of as a man without emotion, became distressed as he craddled his two twins, hence named Ray and Lugh. "These children..you think they'd have run out of energy from this crying.." He was barely heard over the bawling of their twins. What was clear in the noise was the innocent giggling of the young mother. She sarcastically responded to his sentence with a remark of her own. "You think a man who could wield a sword could also control his own child. Just get them cleaned up and I'll take care of the rest." Rolling his eyes, Jaffar did as his wife asked and helped to bathe the children.
Yet the difficult task would be cleaning up the water the children splashed up. Again, Nino had more to say about Jaffar's parenting skills. "There. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" she stated while getting them dressed. "It must be something about you women that makes us so ineffective", he replied. "It's not that, silly!" she said clearly perked up once more. "I just think you need to enjoy life more, Jaffar. Taking care of these kids is easy once you get the hang of it. I can just imagine all the things we'll teach them, all the conversations we'll have. Don't you think?" "Let's just hope we get them to clean themselves up", he said, quickly grabbing a sponge to mop up the water. "I-":Before Nino had a chance to say more, an arrow soared right through the house. It was flamed with and quickly spreading, so Jaffar quickly doused it with the tub water. Nino, still stunned, turned to ask him: "W-What was th-that?" In a serious tone he replied, "it's them...duck for cover!" And so in that instant, it was clear who the attackers were. The Black Fang was back..and out for revenge..
End
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(if you've seen the two's A-support ending, you know how this turns out.)
(I made this in about a half hour, so sorry if you feel the depth isn't so strong. But it'll get better. R&R please.)