I do not own the legend of zelda or fire emblem
Shards of Evil
Prolouge: Come and see the way of things
On San Catalina island, California, outside the city of Avalon, There is an eight story house in a neighbourhood of ranch houses by the house was designed to have as little ground area as possible. Up a small hill, there is a bee farm. The Grant family owns both estates. Mr Grant owns a honey company, and he works on the hives constantly. Mrs Grant is an ex-cop. They had 5 children.
The oldest, Dustin, has moved out and lives in an apartment in town. He is already 26 and is working as a doctor in a medical clinic.
The second oldest, Bethy, is just about to go into college. She is vain, captain of the Archery club, and the queen bee of the high school at age 17.
The third oldest, Storm, is a Hetocheric synesthete with sound-color Synesthesia. He and Dustin enjoy the ocean and the beach. Only Dustin knows the 15 year old's condition.
The fourth oldest, Isaia, is the baby of the family, though not the youngest, at 13. He is determined to be a programmer when he grows up, and he is always on the computer.
The yougest, Zyta, is 12 and very moody. She just is ateention seeking, and can always get it from their Labs Darci and Kobi, and the family Havana Brown, Chaos.
As this story takes place, the parents are away on a buisness trip to sell their products in Argentina, so Dustin is running the house for 4 months.
In Hyrule, something has happened. When the twilight mirror broke, the triforce in Link, Zelda, and Ganondorf split. the triforce shards found their way to new hosts, and a triforce of wisdom, courage, and power is in every species that walks the land. Twenty years later, Zelda has left hyrule to the rumored land of terminus to look for link, and Auru has claimed title of acting regent until Little Kalea is old enough to be queen of hyrule.
with the triforce being in three humans, three hylians, three zora, three goron, three twili, three of the now-replenished sheikah, and three Oocca, and nobody knows who has it. Not all of them are worthy, not all are responsible with their force, and not all know they even have it.
In tellius, Soren has returned from his journey, but Ike and Ranulf have stayed behind to make new lives. Lady Micaiah has put him, being the son of the late king, on the seat of ambassador to goldoa.
Sanaki has set up an ambassadorial system between the nations. The rules are simple: the leader chooses a person to represent them in each country, and they convey the descisions and discussions of the royalty.
Chapter 1 : LEVEL 1
A short figure in a hood and cloak went down a dark alley. Of course, the alley was always dark because the REALM was always dark. He took out a laptop and adjusted it's webcam so the man on the other end could see him.
"My lord, I have finally 'gotten the hang of it' as they say... I have nearly perfected the transit. I will show you the results soon."
"Very good... tell our spies to surround any unsuspecting cover in anywhere near here. I don't want to be caught off guard. Explain the device again for me."
"The electric interference in where they are thought to be electric will nullify their skills. In the shockwave of the EMP, They will be reduced to the beginning of their first tier, and will have little stats. we will cripple the enemy and send in the lighter troops. I myself will colect and bring here. But... there's a wee problem."
"What is it?"
"The spere of magic, boss. I might drop one or two."
"I don't care, as long as some are delivered alive. Hopefully I've got enough serum for while I perfect the old man's drug."
"As you say, my lord"
In Tanith's chambers, Tanith was having a bad day. None of her swords or lances felt balanced, even on ground. Someone had stolen her ornamental armor and her steel greatlance, and she was very ornery. It was like being temporarily reduced to a recruit with no skill, just a spark of passion quickly doused by nervousness. She took a gulp of vodka-spiked coffee, but
she felt no better.
Across the hall, the ambassador of Stefan's country, Garroan, whose name was Liron, was practicing his skill with his hand axe. He also felt weak. His muscles weren't strong enough to swing the axe with much result, his skill was depleted, and he felt like a sluggish fighter, not the Warrior he was for his country. He felt extremely unlucky. Like he was on the first day of training.
Like he was back on level one.
