Hey!

I'm actually pretty excited for this piece. I hope it will turn out as well as I hope, considering that I'm still fairly new to writing (I have uploaded a piece to this site before, though I have regarded it as more of an experiment of sorts). However, I do enjoy writing immensely, despite still being a novice. Plus, we have to start somewhere, heh.

This is AU, but as stated in the summary, there are just a few minor differences. The first one being Flora joins the group after you defeat the Ice Tribe, rather than… you know. Secondly, I have slightly altered Corrin's personality. They ARE the "avatar" after all, so I think that Corrin is probably the most flexible character to work with. Sure, they have a "personality" in-game, but to be honest with you? Nah. It doesn't cut it. This Corrin is male. OOC? Maybe. Depends how you look at it.

Pairings include: Corrin x Oboro, Saizo x Kagero, Subaki x Hinoka, Hayato x Sakura, Ryoma x Scarlet, Takumi x Setsuna, Azama x Felicia, Kaze x Hana, Kaden x Azura, Jakob x Flora, Silas x Mozu, Hinata x Rinkah. These are more or less the pairings I did in my Birthright file, with a few little tweaks. I feel that Orochi and Reina are slightly older, so they don't really pair up well with the younger army.

I hope that wasn't too long! But with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy. Btw, I use British English. :)

I don't own Fire Emblem.

You know what's difficult?

Satisfying a midnight sugar craving.

The Astral Plane had fallen into a slumber for the night. Very little was stirring in these lands, save for the few nocturnal creatures that roamed the Astral Plane. Included in this group was a select type of firefly; these bugs were hovering around the mess hall, their lower abdomens emitting a luminous light.

This niche was rather advantageous for a certain chocolate-haired ninja, as it paved a path for him. Even the shadows could not testify to his presence in the vicinity. If anyone was nearby, they wouldn't be able to identify the shapes in the shadows as anything human. Or maybe they could. Who knows.

Taking a quick peek at his surroundings, the ninja concluded that the coast was 100% clear.

"The Mess Hall has been infiltrated… now it's time for a sugar rush! Heh," Asugi whispered to himself, sinisterly grinning as he glanced around the lifeless kitchen.

It was eerily silent, not a single soul could be seen. The moonbeams broke through the thin windows and shone onto a silver tin which was labeled "SWEETS", glinting in the corner of Asugi's hazel green eyes. They immediately lit up in a state of sugar lust, and with trance-like movements, the ninja silently tiptoed over to the tin. Giving the room a cautious eye to make sure he was alone, he took a gander at the sugary treats lying in wait just to be gobbled up.

…

Disappointment wasn't even a good enough word to convey the look on Asugi's face after coming to the sudden realisation that, in fact, the tin was completely empty, save for a few crumbs. Worse yet, he had heard a faint noise. Was it a voice? Asugi pondered this as he began to creep cautiously towards the noise.

Peering round the corner and making sure he was out of earshot but he could still see them, Asugi noticed a man in red armour and hair that made him look like a lobster. A certain white-haired prince also stood opposite him. Hmm… What are they doing here at this time of night? Asugi thought. But he shook his head. The ninja decided it was best to make a tactical retreat.

Once he had returned to his quarters, Asugi sighed. This was a first. Mission Sugar Rush had never faltered like this. Sadly, Asugi was going to go hungry tonight. Or was he?

A small box decorated a part of his shelf. Asugi's heart skipped a beat. He reached up and grabbed it with haste, too desperate to care what kind of treats were inside. He opened the box to find a few wafers. Smiling, Asugi took them to his bed and rested them on his lap, licking his lips. Bringing one to his mouth, he gave a small chuckle and took a bite.

It was rock solid.

Confused, Asugi lifted the box up to check the "Eat by" label that he would put on his cookie jars and brownie stashes.

The wafers were a month off.

Asugi flopped on his bed, the wafers rolling off his lap onto the sheets. Satisfying his impulsive cravings wasn't this hard, in fact, quite the contrary, as he usually kept boxes in his room that were filled to the brim with sugary treats and snacks. However, he had run out and had forgotten to stock up on more. It was bittersweet, really.

Sweet birdsong enchanted the plains as dawn broke through the gloom. The skies were almost fully blue; small, fragmented clouds littered the sky, white as a bone.

Asugi was up, bright and early, his stomach reminding him of last night's struggles. He rolled onto his back, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Since his quarters were close to the mess hall, he could always catch the hint of food on the wind. Smells crept through his window, flaring his nostrils with the scent of breakfast. Mmm. Moist and freshly cooked pancakes with sweet and sticky syrup… Asugi's mind wandered off into a state of bliss as he imagined such delights entering his mouth and filling his stomach.

Sparing no second, he quickly leaped out of his bed, leaving the duvet strewn across in an unsightly manner. In that same second, a rain of stale wafers struck his right foot causing him to howl in pain and perform an odd dance to put even Azura to shame.

"Criminy! What could do that much damage to my foot?" Asugi hissed to himself, tentatively placing his foot back on the floor. His eyes swept the floor, searching for the pesky wafers that had turned rogue against him. He reached for one that had rolled its way under his bed and picked it up, knocking it.

"Huh… I could use these as makeshift shuriken. Sure, I might get some funny looks, but… I'm not the type of guy to waste perfectly good wafers like that, even if they are rather out of date…" Asugi observed as he thought out loud.

Shoving them in one corner, the ninja scampered out the room in search for the doughy delights. Upon his travels, he bumped into his mother, Kagero, who was pleasantly surprised to see him.

"Good morning, Asugi. I thought you'd already be at the mess hall…" Her tone gave the impression that she was genuinely taken aback.

Asugi grinned and scratched the back of his head, slightly embarrassed at how well his mother knew him. "Mum… I had an accident with some wafers earlier. Kinda messed up my schedule, y'know?"

Kagero smiled. "I half-expected you to say you had an accident with something else, but I can't be too surprised, heh. Well, let's go?"

While the mother and son walked side-by-side to the Mess Hall, Asugi's mind stirred. Memories began to dredge up about last night… Asugi tried to block them out, but it wasn't easy. What was the deal with Corrin and Ryoma? It was very late, there was no way they could be there under normal circumstances…

A small queue was already beginning to form inside the mess hall. Hayato and Sakura, fiancées, were the ones serving up today's breakfast, and their specialty was pancakes. Asugi mouth grew slack as he felt himself drool a river just due to the sickly sweet smell that he gorged himself on. Kagero noticed his vacant expression and sighed. Her son's behaviour to anything sugar packed was to the extreme.

After Asugi had grabbed what he had dubbed "love on a plate", his eyes wandered the room, looking for a potential seat. His mother had gone off and had sat with her childhood friend Orochi, but where could he sit?

A girl sat in the corner by herself. How about I sit over there? I mean, it can't hurt to sit next to her… Can it?

"Hey," Asugi said, greeting the girl and shoving his butt on the seat next to hers. She grunted a small "hello" in return.

Asugi devoured his pancakes in no time at all, the flavour giving him a foodgasm. This sparked a seething comment from the girl.

"Hush, child. If you're going to do that then at least do it far away from me."

Asugi stared at her, shocked. "Who are you kidding, sunshine? These pancakes are a-mazing."

The girl recoiled, her brow becoming even more furrowed than it normally was. "Call me sunshine again and you won't be able to use that blasted mouth of yours ever again - to speak, or to eat. Heehee…"

"Geez, calm down! Who pooped in your pancakes today?"

"Who… what? … Oh no." The girl covered her face with her slim hands as she imagined something she really wish she didn't.

Asugi's expectant face told her that she should probably voice her thoughts, so that's exactly what she did.

"When you said 'Who pooped in your pancakes today?', I just had an awful vision of my father squatting down over the pancakes and, er… well, you know…" She said, gagging at the end.

"Nice. Real nice," Asugi muttered.

There was a small commotion going on at the side of the mess hall. Ryoma looked like he was about to announce something, but his son Shiro was talking to him. He seemed rather distressed, but the situation soon sorted itself out. Almost everyone in the hall had turned their attention to Ryoma. He cleared his throat.

"Hello, my comrades. Today marks the start of a new training regimen; an initiative which will bring us together and we will be able to achieve greater heights."

Almost everyone present in the hall groaned.

"Ahahaha, cheerful as ever, I see. Everyone will be put into a group of 3 and will be expected to fulfill certain tasks together. This will build our bonds and teamwork. Adults and children will be separated so there won't be an adult-child mix in one team."

"I'm no expert, but that sounds more like a competition than a regimen." Shiro paused. "Which… sounds totally awesome! Yeah!"

"I will leave a list of who is working with who on this parchment. I expect to meet you all at high noon at the field next to the peach orchard, where I will explain what we will be doing for today's task. Until then, acquaint yourself those that you have been allocated with. I hope to see you all there."

With that, Ryoma dipped his head, and turned to his right and left the hall. Murmurs began to break out about what kind of competition this would be. People began to go up and check the parchment to see who they were allocated with. Unfortunately for most, the groups had been hand-picked and were extremely well thought out to the point that everyone was working with the people they supposedly knew the least.

Asugi nudged the girl's arm with his elbow. "C'mon, let's go see who we're with!" The girl rolled her eyes and stood up, following Asugi to the parchment.

There seemed to be some kind of row over the groups. On closer inspection, the fact of the matter really wasn't who everyone was with, but instead the spelling, of all things.

"M-my name isn't "Sackra"!"

"This brings dishonour to my name; "Cazzy" is not how you spell it."

"BAHAHAHA! They spelled your name as "Hissamay"!"

Asugi looked over the parchment paper, scanning for his name in all the mish-mash of misspelled names. Finally, he found it. There was a slight misspelling however.

A mixture of shock and disgust flooded Asugi's face as he looked at the complete butchering of his name, "Assoogy". Next to it was "Rahjat" (which wasn't so bad, just a letter misplaced) and "Caldorey". He assumed they were his teammates.

Rhajat's face had darkened almost to the point where a storm was practically brewing on her face. "Why… why?" Her words came out like the harshest blizzard on a mountainside. Asugi took a step back.

"Whoa there, they didn't butcher your name THAT bad. In fact, it's one of the best spellings there. I mean, look at "Assoogy"! That has to be one of the worst crimes ever committed on paper!"

This consoled Rhajat, and she shrugged her small shoulders as if to say, "You make a good point".

"Well, we may as well go back to my quarters and discuss our strategy, as that's what most people seem to be doing. Normally I wouldn't allow guests but I'd rather be at home than your decay depot," Rhajat grumbled, noticing the expression on Asugi's face. "Come on."

"Well… okay, sunshine. By the way, where's Caeldori?" The ninja swung his head around both ways.

"I think she may be out. But don't worry, I'll make sure that she comes to my quarters as soon as she's back," Rhajat suddenly lowered her voice into a menacing growl. "Also, did you just call me-"

"Hahaha! Okay, let's get going! Noooo time to lose, no way!" Grinning, Asugi slapped Rhajat on the back, causing her to flinch. She silently cursed to herself, wondering why she was put with this mad fool.

Closing the door, Rhajat announced, "Here we are. Home sweet home. Oh, and watch out for anything… moving. Heehee."

Rhajat's room was a typical necromancer's lair. The decor was extremely old and dark; the curtains were tattered and crusted; the bed was scattered with many old tomes and scrolls; there were many ominous glowing containers and jars haphazardly placed on a shelf; and to top it off, the light was very limited despite it being mid-morning.

Asugi shifted around the piles of apparatus and empty bottles that once contained potions. Rhajat jumped forward, knowing exactly where to put her feet, and shoved the old crap off her bed. She held out her hand pointedly at the edge of the bed. "Sit."

Asugi obeyed, perching himself on the bed. He squirmed uncomfortably.

"So… what do we do now?"

"I'm not quite sure. Maybe we'll have an idea when that prodigy gets here." She cocked her head. "Would you care for some coffee?"

Asugi placed his thumb and index finger on his chin. "Sure. But add lots of sugar, yeah?"

"Yes, yes…" After using her magic to boil water in a cauldron without a flame, Rhajat reached up onto a shelf, grabbing what appeared to be a container of sugar. She thought out loud. "Wait, is this sugar, or that crystallised cobra venom that I use in divinations…? …no, I'm pretty sure it's sugar. Heehee." Asugi stiffened.

Rhajat cackled to herself as the hot water was ready to pour into the china cup. She rummaged around the drawer for what seemed to be a spoon. It looked rather old but it did the trick.

"Here you go. I'm not responsible for any of your guts spilling out," she bluntly stated, handing the hot cup of java to Asugi, who gave her a skeptical look before taking a sip.

A moment passed. Rhajat looked expectantly at Asugi. "How is it?"

"It's okay. It'll do juuuust fine."

"Good."

After she shoved the cauldron back in the corner, Rhajat tried her best to tidy up the junk cluttering the floor, but this was in vain as she tripped over into a pile of books near the doorway. She grumbled.

"I'm okay," she said when she saw that Asugi had jumped up out of his spot.

But that wasn't true for much longer. Rhajat just managed to get steady on her feet when the door immediately flung open, launching her halfway across the room. A flustered sky knight was panting as she stood looking disheveled in the doorway.

"H-hi! Sorry that I'm late, I was on a patrol! How are-"

Caeldori stopped mid-sentence at the sight of Rhajat's room. If it was messy before, it was comparable to the devastation of a hurricane blowing through the room, followed by an earthquake.

"...you guys doing..."

Rhajat had been thrown back into a pile of empty jars. Hanging very dangerously above her head on a shelf was a container filled with small, white crystals. The lid wasn't on very securely. Rhajat's eyes directed upwards.

"Ohoho… now THAT'S where I put the crystallised cobra venom…"

"Wait. That stuff is lethal if it touches your skin," Rhajat closed her eyes and lay limp in the pile. "Death comes for everyone. I suppose my time is now… I see… a vast desert…"

Caeldori's eyes widened at the dramatic scene unfolding before her eyes. "No, wait! I'll get you out of there!" she cried, stepping over the junk on the floor. "Now if I could just get this cobra venom out the way…"

"Wait! I'll help," Asugi said, clambering over the mess. He grabbed the cobra venom lid and tried his best from the angle he was in to secure the lid on. Caeldori began clearing the mess out from where Rhajat was buried in the junk.

A considerable amount of time passed. There was no way Rhajat's room could be regarded as "clean", but the trio had made it somewhat a little tidier and it was certainly easier to traverse now that the tomes were neatly stacked where they couldn't wreck havoc.

It sounded like a crowd was beginning to gather outside. Caeldori ripped the crusty curtains open to have a peek, causing Rhajat to shrivel up in the corner and hiss like some moody feline.

Caeldori's eyes nearly popped out of her eye sockets when she realised they were pushing the time a little.

And that's an understatement.

Huffing and puffing from a desperate sprint, the trio barely made it as Ryoma cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Thank you all for coming. I see you're all in your respective groups; it is key that you support each other during these trials."

"While this is supposed to be a regimen, I suppose you can think of it like a competition, to a certain extent. Each team will gain points depending on how well you coped and dealt with the challenge. Remember: teamwork is absolutely everything. This isn't just for fun - this will help us on the battlefield, and especially when we dethrone King Garon."

"Back to the topic at hand. Scarlet and Corrin will help me evaluate your skills. Like me, they will not be participating, but instead will help judge and give essential tips on how to improve you, not just as a soldier, but as a person as well."

"This regime will last for 10 days. Today's challenge is the one where brains are suited over brawn; that's right, a quiz. Do you possess the knowledge in battle tactics? This may be extremely easy for some, difficult for others - try to help your peers, they may learn something new. This quiz was created by Corrin and me."

"We planned to have you all seated in a hall, but we decided it was best to let you all go away to do this yourself wherever you wanted to go. The parchment with the questions is on this tree stump. I expect them back within 1 hour, where we will tally up your scores and award points based on your answers. Good luck."

The red-clad prince bowed his head and stepped aside, causing an eager rush to the parchment on the stump.

Corrin rolled his eyes, straying on the edge of the kerfuffle. He planned to stay in bed all day reading fiction, but due to his brother's cloying requests, he had no choice but to compromise.

He felt conflicted that his wife and daughter had obliged to participate in this "regimen", and he didn't. Maybe Ryoma didn't feel that it was right to make him participate, considering his role in the army. Or maybe he did want him to participate, but Corrin was just being lazy. Yeah, that seemed about right, knowing him.

Oh, well. At least he hoped that everyone liked the questions that he thought up.

"Ahhh! What does this even mean?"

The trio was squatted around the sheet of parchment in Caeldori's immaculate room, free of any clutter and grime. It was a much more pleasant environment to work in compared to the likes of Rhajat's "junkyard", as Caeldori had deemed it.

The first question proved to be a challenging one. It read, "Corn has thirty speed-boosting apples which quadruple the consumer's agility. He shares them out evenly within his army, which contains 5 other people. If Azura sings that mad Lost in Snots All Alone song, and Garon groans of increasing discomfort, what will I eat for breakfast tomorrow?

"..."

"..."

The room fell deathly silent. Rhajat glanced nervously at her teammates. Caeldori gave an embarrassed cough.

Asugi nonchalantly popped a lollipop into his mouth. He offered one each to Rhajat and Caeldori, but they declined.

"ANYWAY," Asugi said, "Let's just skip this question and move on. Ooh, did I just see the word candy…?"

"What does it say? Ah yes," Caeldori read, "Soomaraggy lays out 50 patches of caltrops, while Meekotoe lays out just 20. If Graron maliciously drops 35 pieces of death candy, 20% over Soomaraggy's caltrops and the other 80% over Meekotoe's, how many of the caltrops and candy is in each patch?"

Rhajat placed a finger on her chin. "Ugh… This makes my brain hurt. Also, Soomeraggy? Meekotoe? Are they trying to be subtle or stupid? Because I think the latter sums them up better."

"Ah… It's not so difficult. 20 percent is pretty much one-fifth, so that's like saying 35 divided by 5, which is 7. If I do some extra calculations… then here we go. Soomeraggy has 57 altogether in his patch and Meekotoe has 48. Simple!" Caeldori rested her quill pen on the floor.

"Whooooaaaa… nice. I don't think I could do it that quickly," Rhajat said, praising Caeldori's mental math skills. Asugi simply smirked, but then that turned into a different expression very quickly. One of shocking realisation.

Rhajat raised an eyebrow. "Asugi, you look like you've seen a ghost… Or maybe you have? Though I can't recall using that hex recently…"

"It's not that. It's just… aren't you two cousins?! Since your mothers are siblings, so…" Asugi rested his forehead on his hand.

Caeldori's body twitched. What began to come out her mouth was not what Asugi expected in the slightest.

"0101110010101001… Checking databases… My answer is 'no'. The game does not register us as cousins despite us actually being related… The royals are not our canonical mothers so the game does not consider if the player chooses to pair our fathers up with a royal. Beep boop beep boop. That is all the data I can enclose. Beginning to shut down databases…" Caeldori dropped to the floor after spouting monotonous nonsense. Rhajat simply shook her head.

A few minutes later Caeldori had regained consciousness. Rhajat was already brewing an energy tonic for Caeldori in case she felt weak after waking up. How Rhajat got the apparatus in the room so quickly was beyond Caeldori, but she had no reason to complain as this was going to do her good.

And it did. Meanwhile, Asugi was crouched over the parchment, whizzing his way through the questions. They were difficult without help from his fellow teammates, but unfortunately, he had to bite the bullet and do this for the team.

Asugi's progress was interrupted by a large groan. Caeldori was sitting up, but it was evident that she was distraught.

"Are… you… okay?" Asugi said in a low voice. Rhajat giggled, but she disguised it with a cough.

Caeldori stuck up her index finger, pouting. "Excuse me? I am okay…" She clambered over her bed and shoved her head out the window, screaming "I'M A BIRDYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

Asugi's face was deadpan.

"Rhajat, change her back to normal. Now."

"What, I'm not allowed to have a little fun with this?" Rhajat huffed as she boiled an antidote for the hexed energy tonic she had intoxicated Caeldori with.

Once it had brewed, she called over Caeldori, who still had her head out the window. She pulled her head back and obediently drifted over to Rhajat, who handed her an antidote. Caeldori took a sip, and in the blink of an eye, she reverted into her normal self.

Caeldori looked puzzled. "What just happened…?"

"Ahh, would you look at that! The hourglass you set is just about to run out!" Rhajat exclaimed, changing the subject.

Caeldori gasped. "So it is!" She grabbed the parchment that Asugi was writing on and tugged on his arm. "C'mon c'mon c'mon we need to go!"

"Hold your horses, I'm coming…" Asugi muttered, rolling his eyes. In the back of his mind he wondered if Rhajat really did change Caeldori back. At least, he hoped she did.

The trio handed the parchment back to Ryoma, barely a minute before the hour changed. Most groups had already handed the sheet, but there were a couple missing, most notably Group 3. Then again, they did have Setsuna, who was most likely held back by some odd trap on the way.

Corrin and Ryoma were already busying themselves with marking the papers. They were performing this at a fairly swift pace.

A small while later, they had both finished. They exchanged a few hushed words alongside some raised eyebrows before Ryoma turned his head to the army.

"Thank you for all submitting your first task as a group. From these sheets, I can see you have all worked considerably well. Group 5 in particular actually managed to get full marks, so kudos to them!"

Everyone turned their heads to look at Kaze, Hinoka and Subaki, and began to applaud. Kaze smiled, and Hinoka blushed. Subaki looked smug. Like, the kind of smug that makes you want to punch him.

"Of course Father's team got full marks," Caeldori muttered in a low, sinister tone.

"Wait, why are your parents on the same team? Isn't that a little unfair?" Asugi asked.

"Beats me," Caeldori rolled her eyes. "I blame Uncle Takumi."

"Er, why?"

"Just 'cause." She forced a smile, which fuelled Asugi's skepticism about Caeldori being back to normal. He gave Rhajat a meaningful glare, but she had her attention on something different.

Once the applause had died down, Ryoma began to speak again. This time his voice was quite grave. "Unfortunately, we have had to deduct a few points from certain groups. Firstly, Group 3 were late… Then Group 11 had a big nasty stain on their paper, making some of their answers unreadable…" Ryoma stood, listing off the many reasons that points were deducted. Meanwhile, Corrin had his attention fixed on something entirely different.

In Corrin's right hand held a book - a work of fiction. It was about a hero on a quest to beat a league so they could become the champion of that area. He thought the plot was okay, but it lacked the same finesse the book about the boy and his psychic powers had. Corrin had paid little to no attention to Ryoma, and subsequent to marking the papers, he found a shaded stump to perch on to immerse himself in the world of fiction.

This particular work of fiction was actually recommended to him by his wife, Oboro. She thoroughly enjoyed it, despite the fact that she shed some tears over it as it was quite moving at times. After a lot of thought, Corrin decided it wasn't THAT emotional, albeit, it made him think.

Ryoma was still going. He showed almost no sign of stopping.

"...Group 2 left many blank spaces, and finally, Group 6… I don't even know where to begin. I-"

A sharp and shrill shriek split the air.

The army that was gathered fell silent, craning their heads to where the sound originated.

A redhead merchant sprinted out of the Mess Hall, lugging a large sack behind her. A flustered Scarlet exited the Mess Hall a second later. She tripped over a couple rocks trying to catch the thief, but her sudden fit of clumsiness hindered her, ultimately screeching as she tripped up and face-planted.

"Scarlet!" Ryoma dashed to her side post-haste, his husbandly instincts kicking in. A quick scan of her body assured him that she hadn't sustained any real injuries; just a small scuff not worth fretting over.

While running, the merchant looked behind her shoulder. Noticing that Scarlet had tripped up, she cunningly grinned. Just as she turned her head back, she found herself running smack-dab into a tree. The startled robins that were nestling in the tree flew off.

Scarlet laughed.

"Wait, what just happened?" Asugi found himself unable to process the scene that had unfolded in front of everyone's eyes.

"Isn't that Banana?" Rhajat asked.

Caeldori shook her head. "No, no, no. That's Nana!"

"Wrong again," Corrin interrupted the trio's little conversation, waggling his finger. "That's Anna. I forgot you Hoshidans aren't good with foreign names. Y'all insist on calling me Kamui for some odd reason..."

"Oh." Asugi and Caeldori said in unison.

Rhajat gasped. "CORRIN!" She took hold of his arm and stared at his face with a dumb smile. To her dissatisfaction, Corrin ignored her.

"But that's weird," Corrin's face had adopted a slight frown. "What's Anna doing here? I thought she just liked to hang about the Outrealms."

Corrin shrugged off Rhajat's grip and walked off towards Anna, leaving Rhajat dismayed.

"Wait… Corrin, don't gooooooooooo!" Rhajat cried. She dashed off, tailing Corrin.

"There she goes..." Asugi murmured, folding his arms.

Haha. Guess we'll have to find out about what that was about next chapter. References? ...maybe.

So, I have had so many ideas for a Fire Emblem fic, but none of them really satisfied me enough to the point that I could polish it and call it something to be proud of. I'm happy that I settled on this, and it didn't turn out as awful as I expected. So there's a plus.

Why did I use the Awakening clones? Well, good question. I feel that they're kinda looked down upon simply because they're lazy clones of Awakening characters. I think that it is kind of understandable that people dislike them, however, despite strikingly similar appearances and personalities, they're still their own individual characters.

I'm pretty inconsistent with updates, but I'm hoping to at least write regularly enough so there isn't too large a time gap between updates. If I want to write the next chapter the way I plan it, it has to be written by a certain deadline (This doesn't apply to all of the chapters, just this one; reasons, lol).

Criticism and feedback are appreciated , I wanna see how I can improve (If there are any typos or grammatical issues which I have done my best to reduce to a bare minimum but they may still be present, please say). Until next time! c: