Fire Emblem Awakening: Chronicles of the Fell Dragon War

Author's Note: Hello, everyone! This is The Servant of Grima, here with a new story, based on Fire Emblem: Awakening. Not only will this be my first story on , this will be my first time delving into writing a Fire Emblem Fanfiction. I am currently writing a League of Legends Fanfiction and the first in a Pokémon Fanfiction series, so I have a lot on my plate. This story would not have been possible without inspiration from Amy47101's FE Fanfiction, "Fire Emblem Awakening: Unbreakable Ties" and metallover's FE Fanfiction, "Fire Emblem Awakening: Invisible Ties". The story will, for the most part, follow the plotline of Awakening, with a few differentiations thrown in here and there. So, without further ado, here's the prologue!

Prologue

The shining blade pierced through the dark barrier that sealed the door to the throne room, shattering it instantly. The blade's wielder, a young man no older than twenty-four, rammed his left shoulder into the door, throwing them open with such force that they left two craters in the walls they were connected to. He ran into the room, his blue eyes fixed on the figure poised in the center of the room. He was an imposing man, a powerful Sorcerer whose red eyes shined with darkness and bloodlust. He turned to the blue-eyed swordsman, and sneered.

"Fool!" he said, his hands crackling with dark magic, "Do you really think you can defeat me? No matter how much you struggle, you cannot change what is already written!" The Sorcerer sent out bolts of dark lightning from his hands, which the swordsman quickly dodged.

"Let me tell you something, Validar," the man said, his blade shining ever brighter, "I make my own future. And it's not one you'll live to see!" He swiftly dashed at Validar, but the Sorcerer flew into the air, dodging the strike. From his hands came three black rings which circled around Validar for a few moments before exploding outward, striking the swordsman head on.

He felt the darkness' paralytic attributes kicking in moments later, and fell down to one knee, his sword clattering to the ground beside him. Validar laughed mockingly, and floated down, surrounding his left hand in a shroud of shadow.

"And so ends the great Prince Chrom of Ylisse. I'll make sure to send your final words to your wife and daughter, even though they'll be on their way to meet you soon enough." Suddenly, a blast of lightning came from the hallway and struck Validar straight in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards and lose his concentration. The paralysis raking Chrom's body slowly faded, and, grabbing his sword, he turned to the doorway to look at his savior.

A hooded figure, somewhere around twenty-one years of age, ran into the throne room, a yellow Tome in his left hand. Small bolts of lightning danced across his right arm, and a Silver Sword hung from a sheath at his hip. "Chrom," he said, grabbing a vulnerary from his belt, "I told you not to run off like that! You could've been killed!" Taking the healing bottle from his Tactician, the prince swallowed a small amount of the crystal clear liquid before placing the cork back in.

"Well, I didn't die, now did I?" he said, a small smirk on his face. By this time, Validar had regained his composure, and glared at the Ylissian duo before floating into the air, darkness swirling around him.

"Well, it looks like the Prince's little lapdog has saved his master once again," he sneered with slight irritation. Drawing a dark violet Tome from his robes, he used the darkness around him to open it and hold it afloat. "But it doesn't matter, as your fates have already been forged! You cannot change destiny!"

Chrom and the Tactician glared at Validar, and prepared themselves for battle. "This is it, Drake, our final battle!" Chrom exclaimed, brandishing his sword. Drake quickly glanced at Chrom, confused as to how Chrom could still trust him, even though he knew fully well what he was. "You're too easy to read sometimes, you know?" the Prince said, catching the Tactician off guard. "You're one of us Drake, a Shepherd. No matter what, no 'destiny' will ever change the bonds that we have forged. Now, let's kill this bastard and be done with it!"

Drake nodded, and cast another lightning spell to deflect a dark energy sphere headed straight for Chrom. Chrom then ran at the floating Validar, and leapt into the air, slashing down with all his might. The Sorcerer flew out of the way, avoiding the strike, only to be struck in the back by another bolt of lightning. Validar fell to the ground, his Tome falling out of his reach. Drake stashed his Tome, and drew his sword. Running at Validar, he thrust the blade at him, only for the Sorcerer to catch the blade in his shadow-coated hands.

"Drake," he hissed, his voice betraying no emotion, "Why do you insist on continuing to play these games? You're only delaying the inevitable. And besides, have you considered the alternative? What should happen if I fall? Those followers of Naga will spurn you for the rest of their lives, now that they know what you are." Flinging the sword back, Validar quickly drew a short blade that looked more like an ornamental dagger than an actual weapon. Drake slashed at the insane man, only to find himself in a blade-lock with Validar. They slid their blades closer to their bodies, each trying to overpower the other.

"And if you kill me, you'll incur the wrath of the Grimleal…Would you really choose to be so utterly alone?" Chrom ran at Validar, causing him to break the blade-lock and leap back, away from the deadly blades. "Humans are weak, pathetic creatures…Your 'bonds' with them will bind you. You're destined for a greater purpose…The greatest purpose! You are to become a God!" He laughed maniacally, and was caught off guard when Drake ran at him. He tried to dodge the sword, but it was too late. Drake's blade found its mark, and, with one final attack from Chrom, delivered the killing blow.

Drake leaned closer to the dying body of Validar and whispered into his ear. "…Not your god," he said, so low that only the two of them heard it, "Not today, and not ever." Validar fell to the ground, the darkness within him pouring out like blood from a normal human. Chrom and Drake looked at the body for a moment, before the Prince turned to congratulate Drake. A dark, echoing voice broke through the silence of the room, and it came from Validar. "This isn't over," it screamed, before Validar conjured a dark sphere between his hands. "Damn you both!" He fired the ball at Chrom, who had no time to dodge, and it nearly hit its target. However, Drake shoved Chrom aside at the last second, and took the blast for the Prince.

Drake's vision went blank for a moment, and then he fell, hitting his head on the ground. " Drake!" Chrom cried out. He quickly sheathed his sword, and ran to Drake, sitting him up straight. He uncorked the vulnerary, and gave the rest of the liquid to Drake. "You all right?" Drake's eyes regained their composure, and he slid a hand up to his temple. He pulled it back to see it slightly covered in blood.

"I…I'm fine, Chrom," he said, slowly shaking his head. "It's nothing that Lissa or Maribelle can't fix." Chrom stared at Drake for a moment, skeptical, before helping him up. The two turned to Validar's body, which was being consumed by a violet flame, before it disappeared entirely. "It's finally over, Chrom."

"Yeah," the Prince replied. "Thanks to you, we carried the day." Drake's eyes slightly widened, as it seemed like he could barely hear Chrom's words, like someone had placed wax in his ears. "We can rest easy now. At long last…" Chrom continued, unaware of Drake's shock. Suddenly, the Tactician's outer vision started to crackle with a bright red sheen. Drake clutched his head, which was starting to convulse in pain, and moaned slightly.

Chrom heard the small noise, and turned to Drake, a look of worry flashing in his eyes. "Hey, are you sure you're fine, Drake?" he asked. "Hey…Hey! Hang on, I'll-!" His words were cut off as a blade of lightning pierced through his torso. Drake's vision returned to normal, and he saw the man who had saved his life two years ago mortally wounded in front of him. Drake looked around, trying to find out who could've gotten so close to Chrom without either of them noticing, but he suddenly felt a sickening feeling rising in his throat, and looked at his hand. Sparks danced across his palm, and he knew instantly that he had betrayed his friend.

"Chrom!" he cried, staring at the Prince, tears forming in his eyes. "I…I don't know what happened, I…I swear! Please forgive-!" Chrom placed a shaky hand on Drake's shoulder, causing the Tactician to cease his panicked apology.

"This is not your…Your fault," he said weakly, his eyes reflecting forgiveness in them. "Drake…Promise me…You'll escape from this place. Please…Go…" With his last words spoken, Chrom collapsed to the ground, and breathed his last.

"No…Chrom, no!" Drake cried hysterically, shaking his friend in the hopes that he was only unconscious. "You can't go! You can't leave us! What about Lissa, or…or your family? They need you…The Shepherds need you…" Drake started to choke on his words, his tears splashing down onto Chrom's face and the tiled floor. "Please…Don't go…" Laughter echoed throughout Drake's head, and he tilted his head back, releasing a wail of despair and rage.

"CHROM!"

It seems that we're given a glimpse into the future (or is it the past?), and it already depicts the death of a main character by a trusted friend. Exciting stuff, ain't it? See you guys in the next chapter.