I will never own Fire Emblem. Though I wish I did.

In the future...in the year 2200, Archanea has evolved into a place of technology. Weapons have become more dangerous, however, humans have evolved to the point that their bodies cannot be easily harmed by the weapons. Bombs, once effective, have been proved to be useless as more humans, like pests, manage to get better at surviving them.

Pegasus are still used at times, as humanity has gotten so strong that jets are only used as suicide attacks, and transportation, due to their faster speed, but lower effectiveness. So are wyverns, as these two species have also evolved to the point of being very resistant against bombs. Swords and other melee weapons are brought back into the scene, as the alternative for bows and arrows, guns, have continuously failed to kill humans in a few seconds. While still effective at killing, it is significantly harder to use guns, as humanity has developed it's own physiology and altered it to the point that their speed can rival the speed of bullets as well, to the point that sometimes, melee weapons are more reliable. This has also led to the revival of bow and arrows, as with their enhanced strength, arrows can be potentially stronger than guns in the hands of the right user. By combining the sniper's scope with the semi-mechincal bow, long-range wise, bows have become much better at one-shotting enemies than guns, though guns are still the ranged weapon to go when fighting in a lightning-fast battle.

At this point, armor is still quite important, having also evolved as well. Armor nowadays has been developed to the point that the problem of lack of vision has been completely removed due to special visors which are popular on all classes nowadays, and that armored gunners are more reliable than tanks, as the strength increases can allow a mere human to simply knock small buildings down with a punch, as well as run faster with the aid of roller-blades or hover-boots.

However, there are a few things that has not changed: first, magic. While humanity has developed more defenses against weapons, they have continuously failed to defend themselves from magic besides from learning magic themselves or natural resistance, which is why magic is still prevalent in combat. However, it has been proven to be very hard to wield both magic and melee weapons at once in combat, which is the disadvantage of magic users, as they have little to no means to protect themselves if not skilled enough.

Another thing that has not changed are legendary weapons. Being unbreakable and often light at the same time, they still have a significant advantage even over the new technologically advanced weapons, as they can be modified with ease, to either better suit the user's grip or style, and the fact that they are made out of rare types of metals further cements their usefulness.

The point is, this is the future of Archanea. After the defeat of Grima, many generations later, the continent was unified under one single rule again, and was called Archanea once again. Archanea is at constant odds with the kingdom of Valentina, also unified under a single ruler. The current king of Archanea is Gilam, having already ruled for 80 years. He currently has no heir, due to never taking a wife, but apparently it does not stop him from ruling over his kingdom with a firm but wise hand. However, rumors say that he is actually preparing for war. The current queen of Valentina is Calice, having overthrown her corrupt husband and assuming the crown, with her daughter, Hellis acting as the heir.

However, Gilam has often made some possibly invasive actions towards the kingdom of Valentina, like his ancestors before. Some say that he acts the same as his ancestors, same personality or otherwise. However, none of them are significant enough to spark war yet. This tense peace has gone over from generation to generation due to their constant differences, jealousy, and the debate of who was the greater hero-king: Marth or Alm.

In 2214, a 16 year old magician named Kyra runs around, looking for a place with many people. He sees a crowd of people, and starts creating beautiful images using his magic. A crowd of people gathers around him, watching him perform.

Kyra yells, "Put in some money if you want to request something!"

A woman throws a gold coin in, yelling, "Show us how you can fight with magic!"

Kyra put his foot down. "Well, I have many different styles. I call them, level 1, 2, 3, and 4! Put in some money if you wanna see the next levels!"

He started to conjure a fireball, swirling it around his fingers, and then threw it up into the air, letting it explode into a beautiful flaming flower which eventually died with a snap of his fingers. "I would throw it at someone, but not at this time, right? Of course, I always accept volunteers."

The crowd around him laughed. Someone threw in 10 gold coins. "Level 2, please!"

Kyra waves his hands arounds, mutters a few words, then takes a lot of droplets from a bucket of water, creating a ball of water. "Now, can someone give me a piece of metal or something?"

An eager weaponry blacksmith puts down a heavy metal rod with a hole in it. "I'll pay you 50 pieces of gold if you can even damage this!"

Kyra smiles. "Alright, this is something I'm willing to try! lengdon, bindon, frio, hanzhan..." The ball of water goes into the rod, and with the spell, Kyra freezes the water, creating it into ice. The ice immediately creates a lump in between the rod, and breaks out.

The crowd cheers, and the blacksmith clapps Kyra on the back. "Good job, kid." He gives him 50 pieces of gold.

A shadowy, cloaked figure gets over. "Hey, kid. I heard about you blabbing about some levels. Use your highest levels to fight me!"

Kyra crosses his arms. "Pay me if I win."

The man laughs. "Fine, then. Just know that I've never lost." The man draws out an electric sword. "Come at me!"

Kyra yells, "Level 4!" he blasts the man with fire, only for him to dust it off.

Out from the crowd comes oohs and ahs. Kyra glares at him. "So, you're naturally resistant to magic, right?" The cloaked man laughs. "I mean, I've killed quite a few mages before. It's only natural."

Kyra smirks. "Eat this!" he chants, "nish no guan, sanda daji!" A bolt of light goes towards the cloaked man, but he merely runs through it and knocks Kyra off his feet with a punch, and removes his cloak.

"That was impressive. I am the bandit Shinu, and you just saw what happened to this boy! Give me your money if you don't wanna end up like him!"

Some villagers start clamoring. One yells, "We have so many, and you're only one. What makes you think that you can rob us?"

Shinu laughs. "Oh. Yeah, must have forgot. Hey boys, come out!" A bunch of bandits run out of the forest, their axes and swords glistening in the air. "Let's get what we can before the army arrives!"

Kyra rises to his feet. "Heh...hardly anybody's ever made me fight this hard before."

Shinu looks at him. "Ah, so little boy wants to play again?"

Kyra holds out his hand. "Well, to be honest, it's been quite a while since I've been forced to fight this hard. Hey, Shinu! I have a gamble with you!" Shinu laughs. "What is it, runt? Want to join us?"

Kyra rolls his eyes. "No. Just a round 2 duel. If I win, leave the town with your bandits, I don't want any unnecessary bloodshed. If I lose, which means I die, go have your way with this village."

Shinu is a mercenary, and he looks at Kyra with his visor. "Unknown class...well, this is new! He looks too young to be a sage. Well well, I'll kill you!" He charges at Kyra. Kyra glares at him. "Well...you've forced me to go this far...I shall go further beyond!" He conjures a swordslayer, brimming with purple energy.

Shinu stares in shock. "What...what is this?"

Kyra grins. "Die, you son of a-"

"Son of a what?"

Kyra looks at an old man behind him, sitting on a motorcycle and grabbing him by his shirt. He shudders, and laughs nervously. "Er...son of a lovely mother who gave birth to a wonderful man! Gommenasai, Sensei!"

"Ah, I have other plans." "!"

Shinu glares at Kyra's master. "Hey, I was going to fight this boy-" Kyra's master glares at the bandit. "Begone, bandits. I AM GENERAL OSMUNDUS! AND I BID YOU ALL FAREWELL! METEOR!"

He holds a meteor tome, and a bunch of meteors fall to the earth, destroying the entire legion of bandits. The townspeople cheer Osmundus's name, as he drags Kyra away. "How many times have I told you? You're allowed to go to the villages, but you're not allowed to tamper with the affairs of the bandits or do anything dangerous!"

Kyra pouts, "Master, I was going to kill him! I was going to be a hero!"

Osmundus grabs Kyra by the shirt. "The last thing we need is for you to be famous!" After a huge pause, he sighs. "I'm sorry, but I've told you about your father, right Kyra?"

Kyra nods. "Yes, master. My father...I'm afraid I'll have to kill him. But do you think I'll ever have the heart for it? Do you think I've got what it takes?"

Osmundus shrugged. "Kyra, you've known this from a young age. Your father tried to kill you. He won't ever stop at any point in order to try to kill you. So, as I said, we shouldn't ever let him hear about you. You're...a splitting image of him when he was young."

Biting his lip, Kyra growled under his breath. "You're right. Right now, everyone just thinks I'm a traveling magician. If my heritage gets found out...I'm doomed for sure." Osmundus pats him on the back. "Now now, it's time to get back to the academy. You should put off your familial stuff off for now."

Kyra scratches his head. "However, I have a question."

Osmundus looks at him. "Do ask."

"When Shinu, the bandit, checked my class, it was unidentified. Could this mean trouble?"

Osmundus paused for a second."Well...that will be problematic. You see, it's quite rare for an individual to have a personal class. While my class, a mage knight, is hard to achieve, there are multiple mage knights out there. Your class says that it's unidentified, so it should be a personal class. If these were all of the bandits, then that would have been all set. However, if that was just a branch of them...you've been found out."

A frown comes across Kyra's face. "Wait, what requirements does a person get to achieve his or her own personal class?" Osmundus thinks about it for a second. "I may be wrong, but from what I know, it seems to be a recessive gene running in royal families. There are a few heroes of old with their own personal classes, but in fact...some actually made them weaker."

Kyra raises an eyebrow. "How?"

Osmundus thinks of the history books that he has taught Kyra. "Do you know how many heroes of old, such as Marth, Alm, the Renais twins, Micaiah, and Roy?" Kyra nods. Osmundus continues. "Basically, they could only wield one weapon type. This weakened them as a result."

His face stern, Kyra balls his fist. "So...my personal class could potentially weaken me?"

Osmundus nods. "However...as you have not found out much about your own class, you may be an exception. However...it's quite amazing. Most people get to choose their classes, while you are born with a Lord class..."He put his hands at Kyra's arms. "Never let anybody scan you. If you are classified...you know what will happen."

Kyra nods. "Understood, master." After a while of walking, Kyra says, "May I go to the castle this time again? Please? I won't cause too much trouble this time!"

Osmundus groaned, and then nodded. "Just don't make me pick up after you."

Kyra and Osmundus walk to the town nearby the castle, as motorcycles are not allowed in that area. Kyra groans. "Agh...where are the warp circles? So...Osmundus. I have a question."

"Ask. I won't hide anything from you."

"Could you give me the details of when you took me away from my father? Actually...when I first realized that I was taken away, I contemplated revenge. But then...you've treated me decently, and I never got to know what my real father was like...so, I decided not to, as it would be rather pointless."

Osmundus nodds. "Very well, then." He takes a deep breath, and starts. "I was with a few others, acting as spies. I was the only spell caster at that time, while the two others were assassins. We were to find out whether this ruler was to attack us...and if he was to attack us, we had to kill him, therefore sending his rule of land into a chaotic state. However, as we approached his chambers...I heard a baby crying."

Kyra interrupts, "That's me, right?"

Osmundus nodds. "Yes, it was."

"Anyway, out of sheer curiosity, I saw a man holding a sword, preparing to stab the baby. Apparently, the baby's mother tried to protect him, and blocked his first strike with her body. The man roared in anger, yelling, 'He's my son! I have every right to kill him!' And before I knew it, the dying mother had thrown the baby to me, apparently seeing me hiding in the shadows. My comrades urged me to let go, as we had been discovered, and were screwed over. We tried to escape, but in the end, we were trapped. As I volunteered to warp anyone out with the baby, my comrades refused. They wanted me to escape, as they wanted to die a hero's death. So, I left, using a warp staff."

Kyra stares at the ground. "So...my father wanted to kill me..."

Osmundus nodded. "That is true, yes."

Kyra hugs Osmundus. "Even if you're not my real father, you're my father in my heart!"

Osmundus iss momentarily shocked by this, but then returns the hug. "Thanks, Kyra. Thanks." Kyra withdraws. "Sorry if I scared you or anything." Osmundus laughed. "It's fine, Kyra. Emotional outbursts happen all the time."

As they kept on walking, enjoying the cool breeze and all the other details that the reader probably doesn't care about, the entire town felt a quake. Kyra looked around. "What was that?"

Osmundus flipps down his visor, and looks at the situation through the cameras. "Wait...why are some of them disabled?"

Kyra growls. "Disabled?" Osmundus switched to another camera. A gigantic robotic-like mech was walking into the town.

Osmundus immediately switched to his phone. "I need troops to Kliff Street! I need troops to Kliff Street! An enemy has attacked!"

Kyra watches through his visor as the armored knights charge at the gigantic robot. The robot immediately scattered them like ants. Kyra sees an archer on a motorcycle look through her visor, and then shoot the mech. It pierces the mech's armor, only gaining it's attention. The mech lunges towards the girl, and she dodges, her helmet coming off in the process.

She takes out a mechanized armorslayer preparing to take it on. Kyra recognizes her. "My waifu!"

Osmundus smacks him. "Kyra, focus. You can't makes jokes like that in this situation, especially when you say that whenever a pretty girl is in your sight! There are twelve more of these bastards out there. Can you handle Kliff street while I rally the forces to get the other mechs?"

Kyra nods. "Alright."

Before Kyra runs off to Kliff street, he sees a warp circle. In this situation, humanity has combined both technology and science to create warp circles, allowing pedestrians to easily warp to a far location.

The program will force the circle to teleport to your destination, as long as it is within the city limits, and if there's another warp circle there. Kyra yells, "Kliff Street!" A bright light envelops him as he touches the circle, and he feels himself getting whisked away.

He teleports to his location, where the leg of the mech immediately slams right in front of him, missing him by inches. He runs out of the way, pushing the girl out of the way from a harpoon.

She glares at him. "I could have dodged that, you idiot!"

Kyra yells back at her, "Well, I was just trying to be helpful!"

The girl brushes her hair out of her face. "Fine, then. What can you do?"

Kyra shrugs."I'm a magic user. And...you're...!" She pushes Kyra off her. "Just take care of this bastard."

She jumps at the mech, slicing its arm off. As she stares triumphantly at the hunk of metal, preparing for another strike, Kyra blasts the other arm into pieces with dark magic.

The girl yells at him, "What the hell, man?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The other arm was supposed to be mine as well!"

"You aren't on my contacts list, so how do I know?"

As the two argue, the mech starts to grow its arms back. Kyra notices the change. "Er..the arms you chopped off are melting. And...it's arms are back. Gosh, what magic did they have to use?"

The mech finishes regrowing its arms, and takes out a weapon. It's a flail, normally a spiked ball, but this time the spike ball is replaced by a mechanical pair of jaws with wicked-looking teeth.

Kyra and the girl look at it in surprise, and prepare for battle. "This isn't part of the weapon triangle!"

And thanks for reading this fanfic! This isn't your typical fanfic, but I hope you enjoyed it! Edit: I just changed the format to make it easier to read. I didn't change the details.