Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem 7, or any of its predecessors and successors, and neither do I own any of the OCs. I do, however, claim the character Jakadi, and the unique weapons that he will wield.
Prologue: The Awakening
A mysterious, cloaked figure appeared out of nowhere at the base of Draco Mountain, a extinct volcano and the highest peak in Elibe. The figure strode straight to one of the highest crags, using a trail no human has used for a long, long time. Upon reaching a wall, a human hand slid from underneath the cloak, and, touching the wall, the figure murmured. Fingertips glowing, he pressed his hands to the wall, and it too glowed.
Suddenly, the wall parted, revealing a crevasse that only one person still alive has seen before.
'Awaken.'
The single word resounded through the crevice, though the cloaked figure never moved his mouth. The message was a thought from a powerful mind.
'How did you come to know of this place?'
The reply came, just as loud as the first statement, also coming from no mouth, but from an equally powerful being, though sleep had deprived him of his skills.
'It is time. The world is in mortal peril once more.'
'And what am I to do about it, soothsayer? I have been asleep a long time. I am no longer what I once was.'
'It does not matter, dragonkin. Soon, you will meet the one to whom you pledged your aid so long ago, and he will aid you to regain your power. First though, you must travel to him.'
'And how am I supposed to do that? This is new world, far different from the one I left behind while I slept.'
'You will find a group of travelers, touched by the evil you sworn to fight, and they ride to protect this world, just as you and your friends once did.'
And with no further word, the cloaked one vanished.
A rustle of wings, and another, different figure came out from the cave from which he had been sleeping. A flash of light, and the wings disappeared, replaced by a necklace with a strange stone on it. Altogether, Jakadi looked very human to the world. He looked once more at the rising sun, then turned to another crag, opening it as the cloaked one did, and extracted a cloak to cover the clothes he wore, those the identified him as a Blade Adept. Walking to the foot of Draco Mountain, he turned from the trail and went to a cave, hidden to all but those who knew it was there. Once in it, he turned in the darkness, with the air of one who knew the cave's layout by heart, and drew from the very heart of the cave, a sheathed sword. Upon drawing it, the cave was lighted by the sword's radiance, untarnished by the years it had been lying here.
'The Shyarn Kun. I have never thought I would have to use you again, but here we are.' Jakadi at last spoke aloud.
The blade shone bright, almost as if responding to its wielder.
Jakadi smiled, sheathed the sword once more, and walked out into the sunlight, into Elibe.
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A moments later, he remembered all the other relics he and his former allies had left behind, and set off to find them again. 'Perhaps our old weapons will aid these travelers I am to find…' he mused. Walking on, he detected slight sounds in a forest not far from where he was walking. Deciding to pay it no mind, he continued on.
'Hmm, the world has not changed much, I see.' He thought aloud, reminiscing about the place he had sworn to protect, all those years ago.
Jakadi.
Yes, my liege?
You, who knows more about the humans than most of us do, must leave our realm to defend them from a threat our seers have forseen.
My lord, what kind of threat?
Unfortunately, that is something the seers could not determine. All we know that we must aid these humans in a fight against this…force, or all of the universe will be in peril. You will travel to their realm, through this gate, and stop whatever threatens that world. This force must be stopped here, before it spreads.
I understand, milord. When will I leave?
As soon as possible. You have a few days to ready yourself and your weapons, and perhaps our seers can give you some more insight.
A few days will suffice my lord.
Then, go now, for we will not meet again, not until this threat is vanquished.
Jakadi started, realizing that he had stopped in the middle of the path. 'I've got to stop dwelling on the past. This will only complicate matters. Now, to go on my way.' He said aloud.
'Oh, I don't think you should be in such a hurry, traveler.' A voice came out from the trees. 'At least, not before you leave us with something. That cloak you're wearing would suit us alright.'
A man stepped out from the forest, followed by several others. They were bare-chested, and all carried heavy-looking axes.
Jakadi smiled to himself. Truly, the world had changed very little.
'I don't think so. And kindly step aside, as I do not wish to harm you.' He replied calmly.
'Oh, doesn't wish to harm us, eh? We'll see who'll be harmed!' one bandit retorted angrily, brandishing his axe. But the leader looked at the calm stranger his hood up, and began to worry. What if this guy could kill them all?
The, pride too, took hold of him and he roared, 'Well then, attack 'im, men, but don't harm that cloak!'
And the bandits charged.
Jakadi whirled, and in a single, fluid motion, his cloak flew open, and he drew the Shyarn Kun, slicing through the bandit who had led the charge. It seemed as though the bandits were moving in slow motion, as he darted here and there, killing as he went. An axe came whistling down on his head, and it hit the earth, and then its handle was sliced off, leaving the attacker vulnerable, and then a headless bandit lay in a heap beside his weapon. Eyes searched for the lightning-quick stranger, and the last thing it saw was a blade slashing through the air.
Within moments, more than half of the bandits lay dead on the forest ground. Jakadi appeared in front of the heap of bodies, and said, without emotion, 'I'm giving you one last chance. Let me pass, or more of you will lie dead.' The leader was about to say that they were leaving, then he realized that no one was beside him anymore. Once again, rage possessed him and he charged at the stranger, and suddenly, his target wasn't there.
'Hmmm. You never quit, do you?' a voice asked, directly behind him. He pivoted, the axe cutting the air, and there was the stranger, just out of reach. 'Fine. You want to die, then so be it.' The stranger said, dryly. The bandit leader readied his axe, then, just as the stranger was in range, his axe head fell to the ground.
A half-second later, another body was added to the pile.
And Jakadi walked on, in search of his destiny.