Welcome everyone to my brand new series on this website of fiction and fans!

First off, I'd like to say, that I love the Fire Emblem series, and it is my favorite game up to date.

Second, that my other stories are being put on hold for reasons not specified. For those of you who are in-the-know, the area I live in flooded, so my work was put on hold for such a long time. I am now officially rusty. So rusty, that if I continue writing one of my other series (which all already had the next chapter somewhat done when the flood happened) then I am sure I will botch up the job. As in, I'll definitely mess up the "flow" of the chapter, and story. So, I will be using this as a chance to get my skillz back. I also wanted to write a FE fanfic as I had played FE a lot over my long break thanks to the flood... school has also started up some months ago, so there is also that... uh... I've also been searching for a job, and I've been busy helping out at my house, aunt's, and grandmother's. Mostly mine. In any case, do you honestly expect someone to continue writing his other stories when he doesn't even have a door to his ROOM!?

...

I really have to go sand that damn door again, paint it, and then make sure it's all smooth and shit so it can be put back...

Damn I'm too lazy for this shit...

So, now that I'm finished wasting your time with my troubles, why am I starting up a new story? Well, if you were paying attention, you'd know, but let me give you another reason! Because. I. Can.

Reckt.

So let's get this started, 'kay?

P.S. This is based on what I would, more or less, do if I was sent spiraling into the FE world of Awakening. Of course, not all of it would be what I would do, but I'll try to keep this as realistically to me as possible. Cursing is used a lot. So, with that, please enjoy this story!

Chapter 1 - When life gives you lemons, the world turns to shit.

Hello everyone. Before we continue, how 'bout some introductions, huh? My name is Charles. I have light blonde hair, that is a bit on the long side, though not by much. It doesn't touch my shoulders, or my lower jaw, but it does cover about half of my ears, and occasionally covers my eyes. I have blue-green eyes, so I've been told multiple times in my life that I have green eyes, or blue eyes, gray eyes, and that one time, hazel.

Currently, I'm wearing an outfit I'm not exactly used to.

Black plated armor, probably steel or iron, I can't tell, covers my chest, down to my stomach, and wraps around to my back. Obviously, as it is chest armor, it does that. It also comes equipped with a left shoulder guard, greaves that go from my feet to my knees, and black fingerless cloth gloves. Underneath my armor, I have on a white cloth, or is it cotton? shirt and black, same material, pants.

Being an ignorant man, who just so happens to be awesome, has its ups and downs, such as not being able to tell what kind of armor this is, what type of clothes I'm wearing, and why the fuck the sky is burning and lava is spilling out of the ground. And also, giant portals with the zodiac signs on them, appearing in the middle of the sky. And thank you, oh glorious 69 Cancer. Without you, I never would've known that those weird symbols were of the zodiac variety.

Also, fuck off zombies! Stop chasing me!

Now, just like some other person who randomly ended up in a world, I had a weapon. If my eyes ever deceive me, which they do a lot, this is a sword of bronze. Pretty shit, but still good - at least when defending your life.

However, unlike the others who end up in a different world, I have no idea how to use this sword. Well, I mean, I can stab, slash, and hack my way through the zombies, but I am one hundred percent sure that that is a suicide run for sure. And I'd rather not die by zombies eating me... or in the case of these glowing red eye zombies, being mauled to death with various kinds of weapons.

But, now you might be wondering, how the fuck am I here, in this weird ass world, that throws lava, fire, zombies, and possible death at you in the first mission.

Well, let me tell you a story of legend, one where you'll be awed and- fuck watch out!

I tripped on a tree root, and I nearly fell down to the ground, however, thanks to some luck on my part, I managed to keep my balance. Running awkwardly, I stumbled my way along. After a few moments passed after my recovery, I chanced a look behind me.

The zombies were closer.

Well, I guess this is a good time to think back on my life, as I'm about to be fucked, right?

Well, it all started on one normal day...

I woke up at my usual time. 5:40 A.M. I rose up from my bed, and slipped out of my covers. I walked over to my blaring alarm clock, aka, my phone, and turned the annoying music off. I then walked out of my room, and into the bathroom, where I flicked on the lights. I washed my face thoroughly, as I have a bit of a habit about washing it multiple times, making sure there wasn't anything on it.

I dried my face using a towel. Then, I brushed my teeth. I went back into my room, and grabbed my school clothes. I took a shower. I dressed. I, didn't eat breakfast, because that would be stupid, and I plopped down on my bed, and grabbed my 3DS from the stand next to me. I opened up the newest Fire Emblem game, Fates, and continued my save file. I was a pretty experienced player who plays the entire game, just to stop at the mission before the last boss. I don't know why. Just... too lazy for it. I mean, it gets so easy when I get there, I feel as if I would be disappointed by the final boss if it was an easy fight, so I just never get around to doing it.

It sucks.

But it's what I do.

Never finished Sacred Stones, though I did get to the final boss. I had saved during the fight, determined to get back to it later, but never did so.

Shadow Dragon, in my opinion, was shit, so I stopped playing it around the third mission.

Awakening was great, I had OP as fuck characters, and I had just gotten to Grima, but I didn't start the fight, as I wanted to gain some better skills for my already OP crew.

And now there is Fates. Conquest, I stopped at that fucking ninja level. Fuck that shit. I'll get back to it once I finish with the other two versions. I was currently on Birthright, around chapter 28? But It has been so long that I don't remember what was happening. Or maybe it was 18... I also did the third one, Revelation. Actually, it was the first version I started. I got all the way to the end where you battle the old general dude, and then it was right after that... where you battle... whoever the fuck it was.

So, I did my usual. I played a bit, leveling some of my lower level characters, and then I saved the game, and exited. I grabbed my backpack, and set out on my journey to get to school.

Of course, like the pleb I am, I don't have a car. I walked to where the school bus will be picking me up and waited. In the cold. By myself.

Eventually, it came, and it went, and I was at school, somehow.

I talked to some friends, and the bell rang, and I went about my day.

Skip ahead to about two weeks later, and I was playing on my 3DS, obviously, it was Pokemon Moon as it had came out and I had gotten it.

What? You thought it'd be Fire Emblem? Good for you. This is my story. Not yours.

So, as I am lazy, I was just past the first trial. I had attained the Normal Z thing, and I was searching for the blonde girl. Forgot her name, but she was pretty cute. She also had that cosmos Pokemon that kept trying to escape... whatever it was actually called.

So, there I was. Playing some good ol' fashioned Pokemon. When all of a sudden, I heard a voice! Yes, it was it! My Grandmother had called me to come get some food. So, I tossed my 3DS down on the bed (it was 3 cm above the bed when I tossed it down, so It didn't take any damage) and I ran for my food... not really, it was more of a slow jog.

So, after eating, I went to the bathroom and there it happened... as I was washing my face... a voice called out to me! Yes, it was it! My brother wanted me to hurry up and get out of the bathroom so he could feed his hand washing addiction. Seriously, why? I can never get why anyone would wash your hands three times every hour... as I washed my face for the third time in the last hour.

So, moving on, I went back to my game! I battled some trainers for money like the bully I am and continued my epic journey. Then, I saved and turned it off. It was time. Time to play a game familiar to all of you... Mario! So I loaded up some good ol' fashioned Mario, and then, just as I pressed start to begin the game, it happened! My game turned off because it ran out of batteries! ...Is what I thought at first.

But, when a weird symbol appeared on the top part of my 3DS, I blinked.

It was like a circle, inside another circle. At the edges, were the Zodiac Signs. I recognized them because of Cancer 69.

Just as I was doubting my eyes, some text appeared on the bottom screen. It mysteriously read:

"Thee who... something or other, something, prophesy..."

To be honest, I just skimmed it so I don't actually know what it read.

I mean, can you blame me? When you keep throwing text at my face, I had developed a habit of skimming through it first, before actually reading the words.

Before I could read the text, the symbol on the top screen flashed white! I then felt a heat unlike any other spread throughout my body, and my vision was blinded.

When I came to, I was in a dark forest. I had checked my body, as it felt different, and found that I now wore itchy as fuck clothing, armor, and that I had a sword. Of course, it was in a sheathe on my left waist, being held there by leather wraps. Or something. A belt? Who knows! It was too dark!

Either way, I pulled the sword free, and observed it.

After thinking the word 'Observe' three times in my head, and then repeating it out loud five times, and finding that nothing was happening, I then actually looked at the sword and did actual observation.

It was dark green. It was pretty heavy, but not too heavy... I could life more. It might be... bronze? I gave it a swing. The sword made a thunk as it hit the dirt below. I was a horrible swordsman, it seemed.

I slid the sword back into its sheathe and looked around.

It was around that time that everything went to shit, I picked a direction, and ran.

Flames erupted all around me, lava spewed forth from the earth, a magical circle thing appeared in the sky, with the Zodiacs, and zombies started to chase me!

Hey, wait a minute... that actually reminds me of... oh, hey, is that a zombie with a bow?

DUCK!

I... didn't really duck, it was more like I had jumped to the ground. It was right on time too, as an arrow flew past me some questionable inches from my head. Hey, where the fuck were you aiming for? I swear, if you had aimed at 'that' spot, you are so dead! Well, they are already dead, so...

Run! Run! RUN YOU FAT FUCK!

I'm not actually fat, but I eat so much I'm sometimes called so.

Dismissing my thoughts of madness, I picked myself up from the ground, and ran. I made sure to watch my step this time, so I didn't trip!

And then I hit a tree because I was looking down and not in front of me.

Seriously, can't a guy win for a change?

I fell back from the tree, my forehead red from the collision. I rubbed my hand against my head, and felt some liquid. It was blood. Then, I looked behind me. The zombies had come to a stop... because they were nearly within striking distance! Their weapons were raised... two with swords, one with an axe, and one further down with a bow!

'I'm so screwed, aren't I?'

After thinking this, I stood up on shaky legs, and slid the bronze sword out of its sheathe. I looked up at the zombies. My eyes were filled with the sight of flame and the zombies in front of me.

I took a deep breath, and calmed myself. This can only go one way.

I turned to my right, and fled! The zombies roared at me, or something, and then chased after me. I heard a thunk as an arrow hit a tree somewhere to my right. It seems as if the zombie archer missed! Hooray! I can live for another minute or two!

But, shouting at myself to stop such ridiculous thinking, I plunged myself back into the deadly moment and ran. Right. Left. Right. Sidestep to my right! Run! Right! Left! Duck my head! Run faster! Wheeze! Right! Left! Trip like a fucking idiot! Spin around mid fall and land on your back!

Okay, that last part ended in failure as I hit the ground beneath me with my right shoulder. I turned to my left. A zombie was standing before me. It raised its sword. Eyes wide, I held up the bronze sword I still carried, and tensed for impact. The sword came down on me...

And...

It...

Didn't...

Hit?

I opened my eyes, and saw a new fighter standing in front of me! Long blue hair, wearing some light armor, and some blue and black, plus other colors, clothes, and a black mask covering a very effeminate face.

He, or rather she, carried a long sword that looked very familiar, which was currently holding off the enemies sword! The masked person, looked over their left shoulder, nodded at me, and then cut the zombie into two!

It was amazing and I totally didn't nearly wet myself!

They then fought the rest of the zombies to death, and they disappeared in darkness.

The figure turned to me and walked over. A hand was extended. I quickly grabbed the hand, and was pulled up. The figure, who I now know for sure, is a girl, looked me up and down, probably making sure I was okay and without injuries.

Then, using a voice as if to disguise her true voice, she spoke. "You look well enough to fight. I will leave you here." She then turned around and ran off, heading in who knows what direction!

Oh, right! Fire, lava, zombies! Get me the fuck out of this forest!

I turned in the opposite direction she went in, and ran.

I ran and ran, but it still happened.

I happened upon a stray zombie wielding a sword.

Oh, no, no, no! I do not want to fight you!

The zombie gave me a bone chilling shriek, and ran at me.

Fuck my life!

I gripped the bronze sword with both my hands and charged the zombie!

I was currently out of my mind. If I was going to die, I might as well die fighting! Or something.

The zombie slashed its (iron?) sword down at me, but I managed to twist my body out of the way! And nearly fall down in the process! I then raised the sword and slashed horizontally at its neck. The sword sliced through the air, however, it managed to block the strike. It then tried to press on into an attack, but I didn't allow it to do so, as I charged into it with my left shoulder. It took a step back from the force, but was other wise unaffected. The distance was closed, and it couldn't use its sword effectively. I looked up at its disgusting face... to find it breathe on me. I jumped back, choking on its disgusting breath. The zombie cautiously approached me, with its sword held in two hands.

Clicking my tongue, I then jumped forward, stabbing my sword at its chest at the same time! The zombie swatted my sword to the side, and I let go... with one hand. However, taking a hard step with my right leg, I pulled the sword back up and through the air with my right hand, still clutched onto it, and swung at the zombie. The zombie was, more or less, surprised at this, and it took a step back to dodge the attack. Just as my sword missed its nose, I grabbed the grip with my left hand, and forced the sword back and down. The bronze sword cut through the zombies chest and came out of its thigh.

Then, my arms were thus exhausted. Swinging a heavy ass sword when not used to it will do that to you.

I lowered the point of the sword until it nearly touched the dirt below, and watched the zombie as I breathed heavily from my exhaustion. I haven't collapsed to the ground yet because my adrenaline was still flowing, but I knew... as soon as this dangerous situation ended, I'll probably take a not-so-long nap on the ground here.

The zombie did not fall. It was still alive and kicking. I clenched my teeth together. I sucked in some not-so-fresh air, and raised my sword.

The zombie took a step forward and swung with all its might. The sword sliced through the air, heading for my neck. I raised my sword, and blocked the strike with my blade. I put my entire weight on my sword to block that attack. The zombie pulled back its sword. With wide eyes, I stumbled to my left. I put too much weight on my left side!

As I caught my balance, the zombie raised its sword to the sky, and brought it down.

'...Did you think you had me, huh? Zombie!'

I threw my body forward and into a roll! The sword struck only the air, as I rose up from the ground behind and to the right of the zombie. As the zombie started to turn around to face me, I attacked!

I slashed my sword at the undefended neck of the zombie, and, with some difficulty and pain, it flew off a moment later! The zombie erupted into darkness and disappeared.

I collapsed down to my knees, dropping my sword. I could hardly feel my arms from the pain. Exhaustion took over my body, and my eyes started to close. I didn't resist. I let myself fall asleep. My body fell against the earth, as if it was a puppet with its strings cut.

And there you have it!

If you haven't noticed from the way I wrote it, I am currently very bad, very rusty. So, I compensated with trying my hardest to give it more of a real-life thought process kind of thing? What did I just say... I don't know. Either way, that was the first chapter. Charles has survived his first battle! Now, what will happen when he wakes up?

I know we all know who that masked woman was, so you have a general idea of where he is! But will he meet up with the Shepherds? Find out... when I get off my lazy ass, sit down on my comfortable chair, and write the next chapter!

BTW, Charles' theme song is Awakening by Normandie. I listened to the song as I wrote this. It was fun. Fun. Fun.

Why did I repeat that three times...

Whatever.

I'm going to go wash my face three times, so, if you enjoyed, please leave a favorite, follow, and a review telling me of a habit you do three times in a roll before stopping!