Another Day, Another Enemy
*Note* I do not own Fire Emblem, but I DO own all original characters in it.
Chapter 1
"The return of Dragons to this world was not completely halted, but merely hindered. Unbeknownst to the men and women who fought to defeat Nergal and his creations, perhaps even to Nergal himself, a second gate existed, on an island where no man had ever set foot nor indeed seen, a gate to which no key was needed to open. Even the dragons were unknowing of this gate, and that protected our world. It is said to have been built by the hands of neither mortals nor dragons.
"Two hundred years ago, the mortal Nergal, a powerful sorcerer, searched for the means to which he could have the power of the Dragons, the elder race, at his command. His power was such that he could create hordes of "Morphs", creatures neither human nor otherwise, from his own life force. These morphs served as his own army, and powerful they were. They slew thousands of men, alongside the countries that Nergal was able to manipulate. Peace balanced on the edge of a pin, with the countries of Bern, Darin, Ostia, and many others feeling renewed animosity. And in his determination and power, dragons were on the verge of being summoned back to this world by Nergals cold hands. All looked bleak, but the son of the Lord of Pherae, Eliwood, was able to push back this tide of darkness before it could consume them.
"Lord Eliwood, combined with his comrades Lady Lyn, a noble plainswoman of Lycia and master swordsman, and Lord Hector, brother to the Lord of Ostia, a mighty and unrivalled axe fighter, were able to defeat Nergal. They traveled the continent for months, recruiting powerful soldiers and slowly pushing Nergals forces back. Eventually, they came to the final battle of Dragons Gate and, joined by the Archsage Athos, a legendary figure, defeated Nergal.
"But this was not to be the end of their trials. With Nergals' last breath, he completed the lethal ritual and from Dragon's Gate, the Children of Flame appeared. Three mighty red dragons, powerful even for their race, appeared from the swirling miasma. One of Eliwoods companions, a name lost to history, had an extraordinary power, and sent two of the fiery beasts back from whence they came. Drained of power, this person slipped out of consciousness. Eliwood, Hector and Lyn drew their weapons, and after a mighty battle, brought the monster down.
"This was all two hundred years ago. Those who witnessed the event are long since dead, and the only things left of them are the statues which were built after they died."
"Hah, big deal, I could have killed those scum dragons myself." I laughed.
"Be patient, young master Erian." Replied my mentor Alisanor "You are but a youth, stubbornness and limitless energy are your only true strengths, and even those are in question."
"But a youth my ass!" I spoke. I was twenty one summers old, yet these people treated me like a kid, unknowing and foolish. Maybe I was, but I wasn't about to let THOSE vultures hear it from me. "I'm half your age, but I can already defeat you in swordsmanship!"
"Yes, indeed." Retorted Alisanor. "Yet you are rash and reckless, if you were in a war, you would be the death of your men and yourself."
"Don't give me that bullshit about war." I snorted. I may have been an heir to the throne, but I didn't give a rats ass about wars or diplomacy or anything like that. I was planning on giving up my throne and going to live where I didn't have to make choices. I only cared for one person: Myself. Selfish, but in this day and age, you have to look out for number one.
I ran my fingers along the hilt of my blade. The cold metal was a strange comfort to me, as my fingertips glazed the end of the hilt, feeling the golden jewel embedded at the end. One bonus to being a prince was I got to wield Durandal, the "Legendary Dragon Slayer." Oops, did I say 'bonus'? I meant complete pain in the ass. The thing was blunt as a rusty kitchen knife, and about as useful. A year ago, I led an expedition to rescue a bunch of pheasants from a group of bandits, and the damned sword nearly got me killed when it couldn't even bludgeon my foe to death! Luckily, I brought my *other* sword, something a little more useful than a blunt longsword. I unsheathed it and butchered the bastard before he could divorce my head from my body. MY sword was much stronger. Hah. To think this weapon killed dragons? Maybe two hundred years ago, but now it's just a rusty blade.
"Get lost, old man." I snapped as Alisanor glared at me evilly. "I'm going to go train."
A hah! What do you think? Eh? Eh? What an asshole, huh? Well looking forwards to writing more of this book. See you 'round! -Mattius2k04
*Note* I do not own Fire Emblem, but I DO own all original characters in it.
Chapter 1
"The return of Dragons to this world was not completely halted, but merely hindered. Unbeknownst to the men and women who fought to defeat Nergal and his creations, perhaps even to Nergal himself, a second gate existed, on an island where no man had ever set foot nor indeed seen, a gate to which no key was needed to open. Even the dragons were unknowing of this gate, and that protected our world. It is said to have been built by the hands of neither mortals nor dragons.
"Two hundred years ago, the mortal Nergal, a powerful sorcerer, searched for the means to which he could have the power of the Dragons, the elder race, at his command. His power was such that he could create hordes of "Morphs", creatures neither human nor otherwise, from his own life force. These morphs served as his own army, and powerful they were. They slew thousands of men, alongside the countries that Nergal was able to manipulate. Peace balanced on the edge of a pin, with the countries of Bern, Darin, Ostia, and many others feeling renewed animosity. And in his determination and power, dragons were on the verge of being summoned back to this world by Nergals cold hands. All looked bleak, but the son of the Lord of Pherae, Eliwood, was able to push back this tide of darkness before it could consume them.
"Lord Eliwood, combined with his comrades Lady Lyn, a noble plainswoman of Lycia and master swordsman, and Lord Hector, brother to the Lord of Ostia, a mighty and unrivalled axe fighter, were able to defeat Nergal. They traveled the continent for months, recruiting powerful soldiers and slowly pushing Nergals forces back. Eventually, they came to the final battle of Dragons Gate and, joined by the Archsage Athos, a legendary figure, defeated Nergal.
"But this was not to be the end of their trials. With Nergals' last breath, he completed the lethal ritual and from Dragon's Gate, the Children of Flame appeared. Three mighty red dragons, powerful even for their race, appeared from the swirling miasma. One of Eliwoods companions, a name lost to history, had an extraordinary power, and sent two of the fiery beasts back from whence they came. Drained of power, this person slipped out of consciousness. Eliwood, Hector and Lyn drew their weapons, and after a mighty battle, brought the monster down.
"This was all two hundred years ago. Those who witnessed the event are long since dead, and the only things left of them are the statues which were built after they died."
"Hah, big deal, I could have killed those scum dragons myself." I laughed.
"Be patient, young master Erian." Replied my mentor Alisanor "You are but a youth, stubbornness and limitless energy are your only true strengths, and even those are in question."
"But a youth my ass!" I spoke. I was twenty one summers old, yet these people treated me like a kid, unknowing and foolish. Maybe I was, but I wasn't about to let THOSE vultures hear it from me. "I'm half your age, but I can already defeat you in swordsmanship!"
"Yes, indeed." Retorted Alisanor. "Yet you are rash and reckless, if you were in a war, you would be the death of your men and yourself."
"Don't give me that bullshit about war." I snorted. I may have been an heir to the throne, but I didn't give a rats ass about wars or diplomacy or anything like that. I was planning on giving up my throne and going to live where I didn't have to make choices. I only cared for one person: Myself. Selfish, but in this day and age, you have to look out for number one.
I ran my fingers along the hilt of my blade. The cold metal was a strange comfort to me, as my fingertips glazed the end of the hilt, feeling the golden jewel embedded at the end. One bonus to being a prince was I got to wield Durandal, the "Legendary Dragon Slayer." Oops, did I say 'bonus'? I meant complete pain in the ass. The thing was blunt as a rusty kitchen knife, and about as useful. A year ago, I led an expedition to rescue a bunch of pheasants from a group of bandits, and the damned sword nearly got me killed when it couldn't even bludgeon my foe to death! Luckily, I brought my *other* sword, something a little more useful than a blunt longsword. I unsheathed it and butchered the bastard before he could divorce my head from my body. MY sword was much stronger. Hah. To think this weapon killed dragons? Maybe two hundred years ago, but now it's just a rusty blade.
"Get lost, old man." I snapped as Alisanor glared at me evilly. "I'm going to go train."
A hah! What do you think? Eh? Eh? What an asshole, huh? Well looking forwards to writing more of this book. See you 'round! -Mattius2k04