Hello everyone and hello fandom! I know I may be extremely late to the boat with writing this story. I have actually just recently finished playing Fire Emblem Awakening, and you know what? I decided to write. A word of caution, this will be my first fanfic, so if there is anything that seems amiss, don't hesitate to let me know. And with that, I bid you all adieu, and I hope you enjoy.

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Prologue: Memories

As the desert sun began its descent towards the horizon, a lone woman stood upon the balcony of a noble Plegian home; her body hunched over the marble railings as she watched the passing twilight sky. Upon the woman's body was a silk dress in emerald green, along with waist length hair the color of white ash.

The colors in the sky faded from orange to purple, and as the initial stars of the night began to shine, the woman continued to watch as her mind pondered about events that have passed, and about events that have yet to come.

She finally took in a deep breath and let out a loud sigh, ruminating over her marriage to a Grimleal priest a year and a half before. The marriage was arranged and the man she married was tall, lanky, and incredibly zealous in his servitude to their god. The marriage was done out of necessity. Her husband took a great interest in her the moment he laid eyes on her, though not through attraction or anything of the sort, but seemingly only because of her mere existence. The man arranged a marriage between the two and her family agreed, seeing the importance in social status with relation to a high priest.

It wasn't a happy marriage but it wasn't a miserable one either, albeit lonely. Once the wedding was over and the child conceived, her husband no longer took an interest in her and left to his own devices. Even sleeping in a different room. Alone and pregnant, the woman could do nothing but stay and wait, occasionally talking to servants and family members during the time.

Despite the lonely months however, it wasn't until her child was born did she begin to feel life making its way back to her. The woman looked from the balcony and back into her room, smiling at a small five month old sleeping baby boy whose short hairs were as white as her own.

The mother walked over to her child who laid upon her bed, stared, and kissed her son's small, soft nose. The baby yawned and continued to sleep.

As the mother stared upon her child, a click was heard when the bedroom door opened. The woman turned around, seeing a young man with brown, messy hair equipped with steel wyvern armor step inside.

"Hey, Laura," the man said softly as he closed the door. He walked over to the woman and the two embraced. When the two let go the man looked at the small child sleeping peaceful nearby, "How's my nephew doing?"

Laura smiled, staring back at her child, "Hey, Jon. Ian's doing just fine. He's just tired is all."

Jon smiled and walked to the side of the bed, crouched, and with his right thumb traced little circles on his nephew's forehead, "Hmm," Jon chuckled. "Must be nice not having a care in the world. I'm actually kind of jealous. Think I can trade places with him?" Jon asked, grinning up at his older sister.

"No," Laura replied while giving her brother a sheepish look. "No way in the world am I going to be your mother, you're already a handful as it is. Besides, my baby is cute, and you have work to do."

"But maaaaa," Jon complained in a childish voice, standing back up.

Laura closed her eyes and chuckled, shaking her head, "What do you want?"

Jon lifted his arms into the air and stretched, "Just finished a few training exercises with the guys. Couple of flight maneuvers and all. After that I decided to come up here, check out how my nephew was doing."

"Well, you can obviously see how he's doing," Laura nodded towards her son. "How's Marr?"

"Same pain in the ass as always," Jon grunted. "He keeps insisting he's the better flier and challenges me every chance he gets. I swear I'm considering taking up on his offer just to shut him the hell up."

"Sounds like fun," Laura laughed. "I'd do it for you, but I like having my feet planted on the ground with a sword in hand."

"Huh, that reminds me," Jon said as he sat down in a chair with his hands behind his head. "Why don't you go out as much anymore? I remember watching you go outside all the time and terrorizing the straw dummies all day long."

"I would if I could," Laura sighed. "But whenever I make an effort to, I'm met with resistance from mother and every other guard and maidservant in this forsaken castle. They say it's not lady-like and that a mother must always be with her child," She then shook her head. "Ian is the sun and the joy in my life, but he is only five months old. All I can do is feed him, change him, play with him, and occasionally read to him. He's not old enough to pick up a sword, as much as I would love that."

"That sucks..." said Jon as he scratched his nose. "That means I can't teach him to fly."

"Ian can't even walk and you want to teach him to fly?"

Jon shrugged, "You want him to hold sharp objects."

Laura sighed once more, "Not yet," she then went to go light the candles about the room. "So, anything new with Ylisse?"

"Not really. Exalt Liam is still raving about oh how Plegia is some sort of evil empire for our beliefs," Jon shook his head. "Crazy old man. Half the country doesn't even pay much attention to the Grimleal. It's mostly just social statuses and fashion statements," he leaned back, looking at the ceiling.

"Yeah. I would know all about that," Laura said in a depressing tone, returning to her seat.

Jon sighed, "Again, I'm sorry about that. I still thought the reason was stupid, especially watching you all cooped up like this."

Laura waved it off, "It's fine. I'm willing to make the sacrifice, especially if it makes mother and father happy. As well as a better standing for our family."

Jon paused for a moment, "...I guess," he then looked outside. The twilight had passed and was replaced with the darkness of night. "Well, I should be heading out. Time flew much quicker than expected," he stood up.

Laura watched him head for the door, "Alright. Have a good night."

"You too," and with a soft click, the door closed.

Laura yawned then looked towards Ian, noticing the boy's eyes were open and his mouth opening and closing.

"You wake up just as people say their goodnights. It's suppose to be the other way around, silly boy," as she sat the child up, Ian gave her a large grin and fell back down, laughing. Laura smiled and shook her head, "...Silly boy."


One week later Laura decided to go for a walk in the castle courtyard, leaving Ian with a maidservant to keep watch. Laura spoke with Jon again earlier that day who made mention that he somehow forgot something in the garden shed and couldn't be bothered to go get it himself.

While Laura made her way to the shed, she muttered under her breath, "...That moron," It was near evening once again, with temperatures becoming bearable for the time being.

When she got to the shed and opened the door, she saw a familiar curved katana sheathed in the corner of the room and her old swordmaster attire folded on the table before her. Laura smiled to herself.

"...That moron."


After a couple of hours, Laura decided to retire to her room. She was in high spirits and missed the feel of her sword at her side and the freedom of her robes on her back. However when she reached the second floor, she noticed several dark hooded figures enter a large room the hallway across from her.

Curious, Laura reached the other side and walked down the long hall, lightly pushing one of the large double doors at the end of it.

She gasped.

Before her was a large, darkened ocular room with pillars and torches of purple flame on each side. Several dark mages and priests faced an altar on a stage at the end of the room, all of them chanting.

Laura cautiously walked inside but found that no one gave a care towards her presence. It was then she saw three figures standing around the altar: One hooded man who appeared the same as everyone else. Another, an elderly but sturdy gentleman with a small white beard and greyish skin. And a third, tall, lanky, individual with a snake-like face and dark hair similar to that of a dragon… her husband, Validar.

While the three stood, two figures entered from a room on the right, both carrying a chest. The two figures then stopped a couple of feet from the altar and dropped the chest with a loud thud. All chanting in the room stopped. Laura looked around, still no one noticed her, but then she looked at the chest, and heard a muffled yet sharp sound emanating from it.

The two figures then grabbed the latches on both sides of the chest and opened it. Immediately the room echoed with the cries of a weeping baby. Laura's eyes widened in horror as she watched her husband walk over to the chest and picked up Ian from it. The crowd began chanting in unison once more.

With Ian in his hands, Validar turned towards the bearded man and smiled, "His heart is pure… father."

Validar's father grinned, "At long last."

Validar walked over to the altar and set Ian down on his stomach, the boy still crying. The three by the altar nodded to one another and lifted their hands into the air.

"Let us begin!" Validar's father yelled. "May our memories become imbued within him, and may our desire to reawaken our master finally become manifest through the vessel before us! Our salvation has come! It has come for us all!" he paused, "In Grima's name!"

The crowd yelled, "In Grima's name!"

Laura took a step back and whispered to herself, "They're mad. They're all mad," She then looked towards Ian on the altar crying, her hand reaching for her blade as she began her run towards her baby.

"May he bring death to all those under our master's wings!" The hooded man's hand glowed purple as he placed it on Ian's back.

"May his hand be the hand that destroys all those that dare yet live!" Validar placed his palm on Ian's hand.

Validar's father spread his hands out towards the room, "May his mind, body, and soul be torn apart and made anew! Let him be the instrument!" His hand hovered over the entirety of Ian's body. "Come forth and despair-!"

"UURRRAAAGGGGHHHH!" Laura screamed as she ran towards the altar, slicing the hooded man's neck and Validar as she unsheathed her sword. She jumped once more over the altar and lunged at her target, running her father-in-law through. She then gripped her sword with both hands and lifted the man's body into the air. The old man still alive, struggled for breath as he was lifted higher into the air, but blood soon trickled from his lips and his body became limp. Laura dumped the body unto the floor and pulled out her sword, turning around to face her husband and the hooded man.

The hooded man held his throat and gurgling noises came with each breath, he gripped the altar trying to hold himself up, but then slumped to the ground dead. Validar was hunched over, holding his chest, his blood seeping between his fingers. Breathing heavily, he looked towards his wife and gave a low snarl, "...Laura."

Laura stared back at him, the tip of her blade pointed towards him and her face in a snarl. She looked at Ian on the altar who was crying over the commotion. Her face softened slightly as she picked up her baby and held him close, but hardened once more when she turned to the man before her.

"I always thought you were overly zealous, but never would I expect you to go as far as this," Laura said, her blade still pointed.

Validar huffed, "Ha..tsss... ha..tsss… Give me my son… Now."

Laura's face returned to anger, "You are no father. And he is not your son."

Validar screamed, "NOW!" Every mage and priest in the crowd eyes turned blood red. Flames engulfed their hands and sounds of unsheathing swords and daggers echoed throughout the room. Laura turned toward the crowd, the anger in her eyes replaced with fear as her face turned pale. Her eyes widened when she heard the whistle of flames begin to rain upon her.

She ran.

Holding Ian in one arm and her sword with another, Laura ran towards the door on the right of the altar. Just as she ran through the door and made a sharp right, heat escaped from the room followed by flames burning the walls behind her. She looked back as she ran, and out of the flames ran the cloaked priests with swords in hand sprinting after her; the very sight of demons.

Laura sprinted down the hallway and up ahead was a window, the light of the full moon shining through it. Just as she was about to the reach the split in the hallway, a man walked in front of her from the right, his head slowly turning towards his left and his eyes widened when he saw the scene before him.

"Jon!" Laura screamed, grabbing her brother with her swordhand, "Move! Let's go!"

"What-!" Jon yelled, running while being half dragged by his sister. The window shattered from an explosion behind them.

Laura let go of Jon while the two ran towards the courtyard, Ian's cries were echoing throughout the castle.

"Call Frestrum now!" Laura yelled after the two busted through the courtyard doors and the cold air immediately hit their faces.

Jon whistled for his wyvern before a fireball fell and exploded right behind his heels. He jumped, "Son of a-!"

A deafening roar broke through the night as a silhouette of a dragon fell from the sky, crushing the pavement beneath its feet. Frestrum roared at Jon and Laura as they ran towards the wyvern, causing Ian's cries to intensify further.

The two climbed aboard as the dark cloud of priests and mages ran towards them, "Hiyah!" Jon yelled and Frestrum took flight. Fireballs launched into the sky and Frestrum's neck recoiled and liquid streams of fire began flowing from the wyvern's mouth onto the engaging priests below.

Screams of burning men and the smell of charred flesh filled the night as the group flew with their backs towards the moon. Laura sniffed the air as they flew into the night, the cold scent slowing calming her. After a couple minutes of silence, with nothing but the sound of Frestrum's wings, Jon, keeping his head forward, asked, "Now what?"

Laura looked at Ian who was still moaning slightly but had calmed down substantially since the event, and brought him closer to her chest, "Keep going forward. Bring us somewhere safe."


And there we have it, the beginning of my very first fanfiction. Feedback is appreciated. If there is anything in the story now or anywhere in the future that can be fixed or improved, don't hesitate to let me know. Thanks and take care!