A bit weird to be back at chpt 1. Ah well, I can manage. So! Read all of this, because some of it is important!

General stuff: Well, here starts The Anger of a Good Man. I will most often probably reference it as the Sanity Sequel because it sounds cooler than AGM. Italics are thoughts, lots of Italics are flashbacks (You'll figure them out). If you dislike swearing, don't read this.

For those of you who didn't read Sanity: I strongly suggest you read it. But if you're all 'Ain't nobody got time fo' that!' then PM me and I'll give you a summary of Sanity. But you'll still miss a lot of crap if you even do that. Just go read it.

For those of you who read Sanity: Haha, I'm back! So this takes place ten years after Grima's death, so eight after the epilogue. A few new OCs, trying to REALLY cut back on them. Some characters have died in the time gap, but each living canon character will get some screen time.

Now, this is very IMPORTANT, this first scene…well, you'll see. But some characters are bad guys. But some are like Jaffar, they turn into good guys. So I don't want hate for showing several people in a darker light. In this entire fic, I have completely ignored character game endings, so none of the 'X didn't go to Valm! X stayed in Ylisse!' crap. Just follow along people.

VERY IMPORTANT! No guest reviews! If you are too lazy to log in, don't leave a review! If you don't have an account, don't leave a review! (Or get an account here). But bottom line, no guest reviews. I will not read them. They will immediately be deleted.

And how about that title? Different from all those unoriginal titles! And the plot…well, I guarantee this isn't an 'Oh no! The Grimleal have returned!' or 'Oops, we didn't kill Grima.' As far as I know, no one has done this!

Finally, this first chpt is dark. But don't worry, it'll get happier. I need to set the scene for the bad guys.

All shall be explained in good time, my friends…

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem Awakening

Part One

Chapter 1

At Peace no more

"Hyah!" Sully yelled at her horse. Her companion whinnied tiredly. They had been riding for two days straight with barely enough time to eat. She knew they were catching up to her, Frederick wasn't one to let someone go.

They were passing through a village. Sully jumped off her horse and ran into the nearest house. It was about dinner time and the family was sitting down to eat. Sully dashed in to their surprise, and grabbed five apples. She was about to leave when she pressed a gold royal down onto the table. Then she ran out.

The Queen of Ylisse ate one of the apples so fast you'd swear it wasn't there. She put two of them in her pocket. The other two she fed her horse when she got back to him.

Sully jumped back on her horse. There was no time to waste. She needed to get to Plegia. General Stahl could help her escape.

But it was not meant to be. As she rode her horse to its limit, she saw nearby trees and bushes moving. The Wolves had found her. "Hyah! Go!" Sully yelled as he horse sped up. There were cries from the trees and arrows began to fly.

One hit her in the shoulder and she barely flinched. Sully had been a Shepherd before a Queen, and a damn good one.

She wasn't so lucky with the next one. It hit her in her stomach. She was thrown from her horse forcefully. Her horse galloped away. Sully didn't blame it, she'd ran it nearly to death.

She shakily stood up and drew her sword. Arrows stopped flying as she saw five people ride up to her. She hadn't expected all four of The Horsemen to come. Much less him.

"Queen Sully, you are charged with high treason. The penalty is death, do you object?" Frederick said as he got off his black horse. The dark look in his eyes had long replaced the usual friendly one she knew.

"Frederick, this isn't you! Wake up!" Sully hissed at him.

"Enough. Let me do it," a familiar voice said. Sully didn't even have to look at him to know who it was.

King Chrom was her husband.

He pulled Gungnir off of his horse. He walked forward to her with that foreign look in his eyes. "Chrom…why?" Sully said desperately.

Chrom said nothing, so Sully tried again, "What made you do it? Why did you kill our daughter Kjelle?"

"I did not kill her. It was bandits," Chrom said in a monotone.

"Bullshit! We both know you lied to your citizens about that!" Sully raised her voice.

"Goodbye Sully, you should have never gotten in my way. You shouldn't have helped them escape," Chrom said with venom. He raised his lance and stabbed Sully through the heart.

"Now that that has been taken care of," Chrom cleaned his lance. "We must discuss how this will unfold." His Four Horsemen nodded. "Cordelia, has the Feroxi resistance been eliminated yet?"

"No milord," she said.

"That is your next assignment. Destroy them at all costs. We can't take Valm without silencing them first. Kellam, where ever you are, do I still have your loyalty?" Chrom turned to look for his next general.

Kellam nodded solemnly, "Is my wife still okay?"

"So long as you keep following my commands. Go to Plegia, make sure Queen Tharja still honors our alliance," Chrom said with no remorse. "Davik, you will lead the invasion of Valm. Head to Port Ferox and await orders." The third Horseman nodded without saying anything.

"Frederick, the defense of Ylisse is up to you. Put all who oppose you into the prison camps that we have been building," Chrom turned to his final Horseman.

Frederick bowed, "Your wish is my command, milord. If you would allow me a question my lord, where will you be during this?"

"Me? I'll be…

One week earlier…

Morgan sighed as she filed away her paperwork for the day. At least her sister Jessie said she'd visit later in the day. The Tactician looked over at her sleeping husband. Inigo said he'd help her with the paperwork, but he fell asleep very quickly after starting.

Morgan stood up quietly and walked over to him. She grabbed her father's purple cloak, she had it refitted so that it would finally fit her. When she was by Inigo, she leaned in close to his face until their noses were touching.

He mumbled something and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Morgan right up next to him, he screamed and the chair toppled over.

Morgan laughed at Inigo's grumbling. She kissed him, and all was forgiven. "We should go dancing tonight, I finished with all my work," Morgan said with a smile.

Inigo rubbed his head painfully, but he nodded and gave a slight smile, "Glad I taught you how to dance?"

Morgan nodded vigorously, "I'd never thought it'd be so much fun." She helped Inigo to his feet.

Inigo chuckled, "That's because I'm always right!"

Morgan laughed at her husband's antics, "You're sounding like father now!"

Inigo grinned sheepishly, "It took me a while, but Vincent's cocky personality is catchy."

There was a quick knock at the door. Inigo straightened out his clothes while Morgan went to answer it. The door opened before she got to it. Her red headed sister burst through.

Jessie was out of breath, "We gotta go! Now!"

"What?" Inigo said puzzled.

"No time! Come with me!" Jessie grabbed Morgan's hand. Inigo followed them, alarmed.

Jessie led them through the castle's winding passage ways, taking the smallest and most out of the way ones. "The Queen has just tipped me off, King Chrom is coming to kill you," Jessie explained hurriedly.

"WHAT!?" Morgan and Inigo yelled at the same time.

"Shut up!" the Spymaster hissed. "He knows that you left gaping holes in the Feroxi invasion plan. He sent his guards to kill you and Inigo."

"The Feroxi…damn!" Morgan swore, which was something she never did. "I hid those so well. How did he…?"

"Don't worry, the Ylissean Intelligence Agency sabotaged a fair few things as well. But you should have come to me, I could have helped you!" Jessie said as they turned a corner.

"I didn't want to put you in danger," Morgan whispered.

"Bit late for that," she said. "One of my spies, Jenson betrayed us. Matt, Heather and me were planning to escape anyway. But now I found out about you, so we couldn't leave yet." A guard walked by and Jessie stopped them.

"What's our escape look like?" Morgan said.

Jessie motioned for them to continue, "I have a boat waiting for us. Matt and Heather are rounding up provisions. Gerome is delaying Chrom, and then he's coming too."

"Where are we going?" Inigo asked worriedly.

"To the one man who will know what to do, our father," Jessie said confidently.

"We're going to Valm?" Inigo said.

Jessie nodded, "We need to get as far away from Chrom as we can. He doesn't trust Morgan to make the battle plan for Valm."

Morgan looked shocked, "Valm!? He never told me he was starting another war…"

"We're here," Jessie said as they approached a wooden door. "This is a passage out of the castle, we need to move quickly!"

The three of them navigated through the small dark secret passage. When they got to the exit, they heard voices.

"The King says they might use this passage," said the one on the right.

"Doubt it, no one out of the royal family knows of it," said the one on the left.

"True, but these are the people who made the invasion of Ferox so difficult," said Left.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Right said gruffly.

"They're clever, the Dynast King can't anticipate ever-Agh!" Left cried out as Jessie stabbed him. Right went for his sword but Jessie beat him to the punch. She slit his throat with expertise.

"Let's move," she said simply.

Morgan nodded. She'd never get used to bloodshed, yet she was a tactician.

Oh the mysteries of life.

The party of three made their way through the port and to their boat. When they arrived, the three of them quickly boarded and waited for the others.

Gerome showed up on foot a few minutes later. He said his wyvern would meet up with them later. And the now party of four waited.

They heard yelling nearby, when Morgan looked over to investigate, she saw Ylissean guards fighting someone.

And that someone was plural. It was Matt and Heather.

Jessie signaled the captain of their ship to get the ship moving. She ran to the edge of the boat.

Matt waved his hand furiously, "GO!"

"No! Hurry!" Jessie screamed.

Heather shook her head, "We got these, just go! We'll buy you time!"

Jessie hesitated for a long moment, then nodded and signaled the captain to go. Morgan turned to Jessie, "What's happening?"

Jessie didn't meet her eyes, "This was the arrangement should anything go wrong."

Morgan looked back to her friends fighting the Ylisseans. She watched as Matt got stabbed through the heart and fell. "NO!" Morgan screamed as she watched Heather's pain as her husband died. She began fighting recklessly.

She too was stabbed through the heart. But by then their ship was already sailing towards open waters. They had escaped, but it wasn't a victory…

Four weeks later…

Vincent rolled over in his bed. He knew he needed to wake up. But his bed was so warm. And he held his beloved in his arms.

Vincent and Anna had moved to Valm five years ago when Vincent's daughter Morgan took over the post of Tactician of Ylisse and his other daughter Jessie the position of Spymaster.

Vincent got out of his bed. His wife stirred, "Where are you going?"

"I noticed yesterday that I need more herbs for my poisons, just running out to get some," Vincent waved. Anna nodded sleepily and went back to bed.

Vincent looked in his wife's mirror and slicked his hair back how he liked it. He reached to the hat rack and grabbed his black hat that had a red feather on it. He put on his black trench coat on and grabbed his favorite knife.

Never go anywhere without a knife.

He stowed it in a pocket of his trench coat. He grabbed his fire tome lastly. He was ready….to go pick some herbs.

He walked out of his house. It was rather small, but he and Anna didn't need a big house, they only had one daughter. Well, only one non back from the future child. Morgan, Jessie and Remy all had come from the future to stop Grima. They did that, and they plus the rest of the future children stayed. So technically, Vincent only had one daughter, Anna. The Anna family resemblance ran strong with her.

Vincent walked through the swampy area. He and Anna liked living in seclusion, and his wife got plenty of business anyways. Not many Annas stayed in one place, but now that they had a permanent home, she did. Merchants and rich nobles came from all over to buy her goods. Once a month another Anna would restock his wife's inventory.

Vincent didn't mind the seclusion either. He took jobs from time to time. Assassinating nobles, robbing the rich, manipulating people, the usual stuff for an Ex-Spymaster. He quit five years ago and moved to Valm. But he was still famous even here. The Spymaster of Valm even asked him for help sometimes.

After the war, the continent of Valm was divided into two countries, Valm and Chon'sin. Say'ri ruled Chon'sin effectively despite her becoming crippled recently. And a new royal family now ruled Valm.

Back on the Ylissean continent, Chrom ruled Ylisse still and Tharja of all people ruled Plegia (Vincent suspected a few people died in order for that). To his knowledge, Khan Flavia and Khan Basilio still ruled Ferox in their usual way.

Vincent walked into the forest. Most of the things he needed were in there. The Ex-Spymaster walked for a long time until he got to the place he was looking for. A small clearing where the sun touched the ground and the plants he needed grew.

Vincent bent down and began picking and searching for the ones he needed. Behind him, he heard a twig snap. Most would automatically assume it was an animal.

But Spymasters were a suspicious folk.

Vincent stood up and flicked his wrist. The knife slide from its hidden sheath into his hand. He closed his eyes, listening for the slightest disturbance. Normally, he wouldn't do this, but Gaius had warned him about something that would happen in ten years. It had been ten years. Gaius had also told him to be ready. Vincent was in top shape, he trained most days. Only the most experienced could best him.

His eyes shot open as he heard a footstep. He looked in the direction of the noise and a man burst out of the shrub. Vincent moved like lightning and struck the man down with a swift blow to the heart.

Three more emerged behind him. The idiots charged him one at a time, and he dealt each a lethal blow. Four more came out. These guys were smarter and attacked all at once. Vincent punched the first in the head and ducked below the second's blow. The third he stabbed in the chest while he was ducking. He rolled out of the way to avoid the fourth.

Vincent threw his knife at the second man. The other two seemed more confident since he didn't have his weapon. They both charged him, and Vincent waved his hands and they burst into flame. So did the man unconscious on the ground.

Vincent retrieved his knife and looked for the leader. The commander had to be around somewhere.

All of a sudden, a man tackled Vincent to the ground. Vincent kicked him off and pinned him to the ground. "Who sent you incompetent bastards to get me!?" Vincent said with venom.

The man said, "Jenson sends you his regards." Vincent gritted his teeth and stabbed him in the throat.

Jenson…that name. He had a grudge against Vincent. A rather silly one, Vincent passed his position as Spymaster to his daughter instead of him. He challenged her for the right of the position and lost. Now he blamed Vincent. He wasn't exactly sane… But Vincent never thought he'd go as far as to send people after him…

Something must be happening in Ylisse

Vincent picked up each body and threw them in a pile. He stood back and held his hand aloft and set fire to them. The magic allowed him to control the flames into a condensed area so as to not burn the whole forest down. He calmly picked his herbs, even more alert for danger and left quickly.

Looks like it might rain…

The clouds were getting…cloudy. Vincent would have paid it no mind, but with the sun being blocked he saw something in the distance. Something flying in the sky.

Vincent immediately pulled out his knife again in preparation. It couldn't be anything but a wyvern, but why here? Nothing of mention was here.

Except his family.

This had to be someone he knew.

Vincent stood his ground waiting for the wyvern to attack or land. As it drew closer, Vincent could see a man dressed in black on the top of the wyvern. Wearing a mask.

Gerome!

Vincent sent a spark of fire above his head to get his attention. The wyvern seemed to notice it and started its descent.

After a few more minutes, the wyvern landed. And Gerome toppled out of the saddle with an arrow protruding out of his armor. He wasn't moving.

Vincent ran to his side and began taking as much of the armor off as he could until Gerome stopped him, "Vincent…"

"What!? What happened!?" Vincent said with worry.

"We had to flee…Jessie, Morgan…Inigo. We all…tried to escape," Gerome said between breaths. "Ylisseans caught up…sent me to warn you. …The Dynast King has taken Ferox and Plegia…his next target is Valm." Gerome began coughing up blood. Vincent pulled out a few of the herbs he picked that had healing properties and applied them.

"Give this…to my mother and father…" Gerome said, much fainter than before. He handed a bloodstained envelop to Vincent.

Vincent took it and put it in his pocket, "I will see that it gets to them. Are my children safe?"

Gerome whispered, "I…don't know…" His head rolled to the side and his mask fell off. Gerome was dead.

Shit!

Vincent picked up the wyvern rider's body. He began to walk back to his house. Gerome needed to be buried. His wyvern followed behind obediently.

It took a few minutes to get back to his home. In the meantime Vincent was contemplating what he had just heard.

Dynast King…that name could only refer to Chrom. Balthazar said something about Chrom the last time we met. Said he was preparing for something. But I know Chrom…what is happening?

Vincent quickened his pace. He needed answers now.

After a few more minutes, Vincent arrived back at his home. "Wait here," he instructed the wyvern. The beast didn't blink as Vincent kicked the door open.

"Anna! I need you!" Vincent yelled without thinking. And both Annas ran into the room, his daughter and his wife. Anna took one look at Vincent and ushered her daughter out of the room. When she came back, she was all questions, "What is the meaning of this?"

"It's Gerome. He's delivered a warning," Vincent said wearily.

"Warning?" Anna said worriedly.

"I'll tell you about it later, we need to get to the capitol. I need to tell Virion and Cherche, and speak with Balthazar. I need answers," Vincent said slowly.

Anna nodded, "I suppose we'll just have to bring Anna along too?"

Vincent nodded with a faint smile, "Oh that'll be fun. You explain to her, I'll ready the caravan. But don't bring her outside, I don't want her to see me burying a dead man."

Anna nodded and went to search out their daughter from their house. Vincent picked up Gerome and brought him outside.

He approached the wyvern, Minerva? "Minerva, do you know where Rosanne?" Vincent asked. The wyvern growled, which Vincent took as a yes. "Alright, fly there. You'll be taken care of."

The wyvern took off. Vincent must have done a good job. He quickly readied the caravan for their trip. Then he grabbed a shovel and began to dig.

Remy yawned as he set down his axe. A long day of bandit hunting. His team of eight were tired, even Owain was too tired for his theatrics.

Remy began sharpening his silver axe. It was fairly new, so it wasn't too dull. But he wanted an excuse to stay alert. He'd heard something following them for the past hour, and he didn't let his guard down.

Running a hand through his green hair, he set to work sharpening while watching. After ten minutes, his alertness paid off. A bush rustled behind him.

"Everybody up!" Remy yelled in his commanding tone. He'd been leading a mercenary company for about eight years with Owain being his only member to have survived through them all. The swordmaster was the first up and roused the other five men and one woman.

Remy swung his axe into the bush that rustled and he heard a scream of pain. The Mad Hero pulled his axe out of the man he'd killed to find it bloody.

And I just polished the damn thing.

Remy and his group looked around. They were surrounded. "Shit, well, diamond formation!" Remy yelled as his team hastened to obey. There were about twenty people around them. Not good.

On any given normal day, Remy would have full confidence. But with having just fought a fierce battle, only Remy and Owain were anywhere close to battle ready.

The unmarked enemies attacked. They quickly killed two of Remy's men. The Mad Hero applauded the fact that none of them ran, they were all veterans.

Remy and Owain hastened to kill as many as they could to protect their tired comrades. But it was not meant to be. Their opponents killed two more of the eight, now only four were left. Remy, Owain, the woman and one of the men.

But even that soon changed as the woman was hit from behind with an arrow. The man was decapitated by the enemy commander. It was only Remy and Owain fighting back to back.

"Owain! Double pike!" Remy yelled and jumped amidst the remaining enemies. Owain did the same, killing all the surrounding foes. Soon, only the commander remained.

"Damn it all!" the big man shouted. He ran at Remy with a huge axe.

When two axe users fight, it looks easier than it is. The axe was cumbersome and heavy, but strong. One hit always could make a different.

And that hit was Owain stabbing the commander from behind.

The big man screamed and fell over, still alive. "Check the bodies Owain. Let's find out who these people are," Remy ordered. Owain nodded and moved to act.

Remy approached the fallen commander. He took a vial of green liquid and poured it in the man's wound. "You should never hunt a poisoner's son. He'll always know a few tricks of the trade," Remy said coldly. "Now, who sent you!?"

The man laughed and shook his head, "I'm not tellin'!"

Remy merely shook his head, "That stuff I just poured into you, that is one of the most painful and lethal poisons known. You'll know it's working when your armpits begin to itch."

The man stopped laughing and moved to scratch his armpits. "The pain is coming. That will follow with organ failure. It works slowly, so you'll probably be laying here in pain for about an hour," Remy estimated.

The man still shook his head, "I ain't sayin' nothi-AGH!"

"Exactly. The pain is coming on now. Tell me and I'll end it!" Remy shouted.

"AGH! The Dynast King Chrom…Ylisseans. We're Ylissean," the man said in pain.

"What else do you know!?" Remy shouted.

The man grimaced at the pain, "Only that our next mission was to hunt and kill Princess Lissa.

Remy's eyes flashed. It couldn't be true, but this man wasn't lying, he could tell. He picked up his axe and removed the man's head.

"Owain…did you hear that?" Remy said, gesturing to the man.

Owain nodded, "I cannot fathom what sorcery made that man say that! My mother would never be hunted by majestic men of our country!"

Remy shook his head, "He wasn't lying. Take this." Remy handed him a bag of gold. "Find the Pirate Lord. Get him to get you back to Ylisse. Find your mother and warn her," Remy commanded.

Owain still seemed to be in shock, but he nodded. He quickly gathered his things and took their one horse.

Remy gathered his things and began piling the bodies.

Father…I must find you.

Author Notes: Longest chpt ever written by Cormag! Huzzah! So as you can see, some characters die (Told you I was cutting back on OCs) and some are evil. As you can see, Kellam is being forced. Perhaps others are as well…?

Now, this is such a better intro than to Sanity. If you read the first chpt of Sanity and thought, 'EW! Game script!' I only used it heavily in chpt1-5. So go try it again. And it's pretty boring until they go to Valm. Then it gets exciting.

I intend this fic to be my best. Longer chpts, in depth story. I don't have anything to follow so I can spend my time where I want. This story will be told from Vincent's, Remy's, Jessie's, Morgan's, Inigo's, Anna's or Lowell's) POVs. Perhaps an odd character here and there too.

Well, I'm pumped! Please review what you think! And if you want to, go vote on my poll on my profile!

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