(A/N: This is going to be much more detailed than the previous two. Since this version is meant to be a re-telling of Revelations with a more realistic story, similarly to the Blazingknight's "How to Improve Fates" video on Youtube)

(Everything for now isn't technically mine, the original six chapters belong to Gublyb. Now, before you all call me out for plagiarizing, let me say that I am simply using this story as a guide since I took an interest in it and it gives me a chance to write in the third person, which I don't have the best experience with. And if the author contacts me and tells me themselves to stop writing it, I will stop. But until then, I will keep putting these out unless told otherwise.)

Fire Emblem Fates: True Revelations

Chapter 0: A Short Introduction

(And just so we're clear, I do not own Fire Emblem, its characters or music, and the first six chapters are my personal re-writes of Gublyb's "Fates Rebirth: Conquest)

We begin in a large mansion, tucked into a small valley in Northern Minnesota, moving to a large library in the attic of said mansion. Our view shifts to a single chair in front of a large fireplace, where a teenager, with silver glasses, dark-brown hair, and dark-green hazel eyes which were locked onto the screen of a Nintendo 3DS XL.

"Hmm? Oh, hello there." He began, showing a small grin. "You seem to have come a long way." He closed his device, stood up and stepped aside. "Please, take a seat by the fire."

You take his place and leaned back in the chair. It was quite soft, yet not very warm, despite being right in front of the fireplace. The teenager was browsing the shelves while you adjusted. "Do you want anything else? Food? Tea?" You shake your head. "Very well then, what do you want?"

You murmur a few words. "A story?" You nod. "Then I shall see what I have."

He browsed through one of the many shelves, each one containing a different assortment of tomes, journals, scrolls and even a few tablets on chargers. "Do you have a preference, perhaps?" You murmur another few words. "A tale of the past, passed down from generations lost? Hmm…"

He browsed the shelves nearby, running his finger over an assortment of leather-bound books. "Do you have any interest in my travels?" You nod. "Splendid, then I shall let you decide. Be warned, most of these stories may seem… absurd, but I assure you these events are true."

He pulled three books from one of the shelves and a cushioned stool from the shadows and sat down in front of you. "Now, would you like to hear of the ancient land of Valentia?" You shake your head. "Then perhaps my most recent tale, that of the great king Chrom and his genius tactician?" You shake your head again. "No? Hmm…" He held the final book in his hands, a look of sorrow half-hidden by the poor lighting. "Then I know the one to tell. You look the kind who needs a more enticing tale to hold your attention." He was about to read before he tapped himself on the forehead in realization. "Oh, where are my manners, I completely forgot to introduce myself! My name is Roger William Marren, and I shall be your host and narrator for this story," Roger cleared his throat. "Now then, let's begin…"

"The tale began many, many years ago, before the first Exalt ever sat on the throne of Yilesse. Before, even, the hero King Marth ruled these lands. Kingdoms so far lost to history, that the only evidence we have of their existence is legend and folklore. I am of course speaking of the ancient kingdoms, Nohr and Hoshido. They dominated the continent they shared, far outweighing other neighboring nations such as Cheve and Izumo. Although some details have fallen to history, those who know where to look can unearth the complex history of the two polarizing nations." Roger paused for a moment, staring sadly at the several blank pages in the book. "I have journeyed from coast to coast, through mountains, valleys and even other worlds to assemble the full story, but alas," He sighed. "The first few pages seem to be out of my reach, no matter what I try. Now, where were we…"

"Nohr was the harsh and barren western kingdom, fraught with a bitterly cold climate and short daylight hours. A combination of the natural landscape, geological positioning and other factors had led to an inhospitable environment. Not blessed with many natural resources, Nohr endured many periods of hardship and starvation. But hard times create strong men, and soon Nohr forged itself into an empire, using the sweat and blood of those its kings deemed less important. Nohr spread across the West, assimilating other nations into its ranks so as to keep the infertile motherland fed with resources it lacked. The more people it had to feed, the more nations it conquered, the more people they had more people to feed. There wasn't much land left to take in the West, but a growing population cried out for more land, fertile land. Their gaze turned east, towards rumors of endless lands of plenty and wealth."

"However, this abundance of fortune had already been claimed by another Kingdom- the ancient and traditional nation of Hoshido, supposedly descendants of the Dawn Dragon. Having developed in the plentiful countryside, their nation overflowed with more peaceable ventures such as arts, culture and traditions. With such plentiful resources right within their borders, Hoshido felt no need to engage in excessive trade with outside nations, even those smaller nations who shared the west with them. It did not make them popular, but they were respected for their rich culture and sciences, which they did share with their neighbors. Hoshido grew rich and bountiful, but at the same time, complacent. And as the old saying goes, good times create weak men. Weak men create hard times."

"Nohr began to push on Hoshido's borders, asking for shares in land and resources. Hoshido, seeing no need to compromise their comfy way of life to supply a nation with a habit of aggressive expansion, refused. Nohr kept pushing. Tensions developed, and it seemed war was inevitable. In an effort to avoid such an outcome, the leaders of both countries gathered for peace talks. King Sumeragi of Hoshido and King Garon of Nohr traveled to the semi neutral nation of Cheve to decide the fate of both nations."

"The legends vary wildly as to what occurred in these peace talks. I myself have heard many conflicting stories about who did what, and who instituted the conflict. The only thing that is said with certainty is that on that day, is that King Sumeragi was cut down by Nohrian soldiers. Garon declared war on Hoshido, sparking a conflict that would drag on for more than a decade without significant change. The nation of Nohr had began its next conflict. Stay through my tale, and I can tell you what I believe happened on that fateful day." You eyed Roger expectantly, he noticed your look and laughed slightly. "But first, you must hear of what happened after."

"Sumeragi's beautiful wife, Queen Mikoto, became the new leader of Hoshido in his passing. She had been married to him for many years, and was well loved among the people for her beauty and kindness. The new Queen decided she would not allow Nohr to trample over their nation. Being a diviner of some skill, she used her powerful magical ability to craft an impenetrable barrier that no Nohrian of ill intent could pass through. In response, the Nohrian dark mages crafted a new, twisted life form that had no intent or reasoning of their own. The Faceless, primal beings of immense destructive power. They were frequently sent across the border to cause trouble in isolated villages, and their corrupting influence slowly began to degrade Queen Mikoto's barrier."

"While Hoshido's defenses rose in strength, they still launched no counterattack to stop the strikes from Nohr, afraid that the losses in combat would leave them open to exploitation. It became a long waiting game, as Nohr became more and more starved of resources and the populace went through devastating food shortages, while Hoshido felt the walls closing in around them on all sides. Both became more and more desperate. Nations that still tried to remain neutral, such as Izumo, felt themselves being sucked into the conflict, forced to choose who they would support- or have the choice made for them. Though nobody in Hoshido wished to admit it, they all knew all out war was coming. And in Nohr, the starving populace waited anxiously for the chance to feed themselves."

"But yet, deep in the Northern heart of Nohr, another descendant of the dragon blood lay dormant, having lived their life in isolation and dependency. She was the daughter of King Garon, raised from birth in the isolated Northern Fortress. His many other sons and daughters already fought for him, but had not achieved much progress. He hoped that his last, secluded daughter would be the linchpin he needed. However, the king didn't need just another princess, for he already had two other daughters. No, he needed a true, powerful warrior. So King Garon saw fit to devise a test. Lady Caitlyn would have to best Xander, the eldest of the royal siblings and her own brother, before she would be permitted to leave the castle. Her entire life was dominated by training and learning from the finest teachers Nohr had, crafting Caitlyn into the ideal Nohrian princess. Every year, Xander was sent to test Caitlyn and every year, the younger princess came closer to beating him. But, after another food crisis swept through Nohr, Garon could wait no longer. He dispatched Xander to test Caitlyn , for the final time, whether she was ready or not. The world needed Caitlyn to wake up from her life of comfort."

"Nobody could have predicted the way Garon's gambit would play out, not even him. For Caitlyn's journey would change not only the course of Nohr, not only Hoshido, but would shake the entire world to its core. But she was not yet that woman, not yet the legendary warrior who would end the endless conflict of Nohr and Hoshido. She was still just a girl, one who was unprepared for the world outside her small home. The story I will tell to you is the journey she took between those two people. It is a tale of war, betrayal, conquest and birthright. A tale for the ages, that I personally saw to make sure that it would never become what it once was, a legend."

"It all began on a cold and dark morning, up in the tallest tower of the Northern Fortress. Caitlyn slept fitfully, for her dreams are filled with strange memories she can't seem to place…"