My first crossover fic, and I hope to bring as much from the two worlds of Fire Emblem and Legend of Zelda as possible. Just a note to look at before reading, because there wasn't enough to fit in. Screw canon, all of that is basically thrown out the window, as Fire Emblem hardly ever follows a canon anyways (part of the beauty of the series). So, this story is going to feature: Link, Zelda, Impa, Ganondorf, Ashnard, Marth, Caeda, Roy, Lilina, Lyn, Ike, Chrom, Lucina, Leo, Sakura, and much much more! I'll leave it up to you to figure out who else I'll use.
Prologue
A dark shadow raced across the plains of Hyrule. A figure sat astride the black wyvern which soared through the sky. Clothed in elegant robes befitting a king, strapped in heavy armor and a red cape, Ashnard eyed the land. He laughed to himself, thinking about how easily this land would've been to take. To think that a god couldn't keep his hands on this place because of a boy.
However weak he may be, a god is still a god, and in my pursuits, his foolishness and power could prove useful. Now that his seal has been broken, I was certain some kind of dark cloud would reveal his location, but not so? Ashnard had been hard at work in his short time in Hyrule. Upon his arrival he immediately set out to find the ancient god of legend the witch who summoned him here had told him about.
In his search, he had gone to temples of old, discovering old sages in prayer to a simple sword that would prove to a great hindrance to the god's power. He killed them without any shred of mercy, ending their pleas to the goddesses above to protect them with the so-called divine blade of evil's bane. That was all the witch had told him concerning the god, how to release him.
I wonder where in this godsforsaken land he could possibly be? Ashnard had been seeking some sign or other of the return of a god, but could simply find no trace. There were far too many temples to seek out in this place. A terribly religious people, apparently.
Ashnard was en route to the city of Hyrule Castle Town, where there was a library full of books that he could use to learn the history at the very least. Perhaps there he could find a clue as to the god's potential whereabouts. Or at least, due to the language of the people he couldn't read, some scribe who could tell him.
In his short time in Hyrule, Ashnard could see that there were no creatures like wyverns or pegasi, advantageous for him, as it seems this people had no proper defense against an attack from him or one of his many wyvern knights. Though they had arrows, they weren't trained to defend themselves against such a foe.
He was sure to land his wyvern farther from the city, so as to keep himself within a low profile until it was time to truly strike. The foolish king of Hyrule could have no knowledge that their precious sages were disposed of, not until the time was right. It will be certainly pleasant to fly right to their tallest tower to conquer their pitiful castle with ease.
He removed his robes and armor, placing simple peasant's robes about his form and proceeded to walk the rest of the way to the city where the library lay. There was no reason for anyone to recognize him as royalty yet. At least not until he could reveal himself as their future god and king.
He walked into town, being sure to keep up his frayed hood, keeping as much attention away from himself as possible. The town was alive, the sun was high in the sky, and business was obviously going well for these simpletons. It disgusted him to see so many smiles across the faces of a people who were so doomed to serve him.
That wench. She could've saved me the trouble of this damned search and just told me where to find it, but NO. Ashnard had been much happier ruling over his own land, but knew that his time was short there. He walked through the gaping doorway of the Castle Town Library, not knowing what he would see upon entering.
There was a large mural across the wall in front of him. A few peasants were walking in and out of the pitiful library, obscuring bits of the mural from vision in momentary lapses. He impatiently walked to the mural to see what was so important for the Hyruleans to know and remember.
Three golden triangles, surrounded by goddesses, it appeared. An evil looming from the desert to the West, and a boy in green coming from a forest to the South. A pathetic looking Princess glowing atop a castle in the midst of the land, where he knew he now stood. An evil cloud to the West? That looked as promising a place as ever to begin, but he had to be sure before making such a trek so far only to fall short of his goal. The texts surrounding the mural were unreadable to his eyes.
"YOU!" he shouted demandingly at a passing nobleman, who wore a wide-brimmed hat, topped with a silly feather. "Tell me what all this means." The nobleman looked dignified to have been referred to in such a disrespectful manner, but was intimidated far too much to deny Ashnard's request.
"Do you mean to tell me you know nothing of the Triforce?" asked the noble intriguingly.
Ashnard didn't reply, staring the man down with his mad eyes.
"R-right, you must not be from around here, I suppose," said the noble, shaking without understanding his own fear of the man in front of him. "Well, there is a book that talks much more in detail about it, if you wanted a deeper story than just my memory."
"Tell me the book, and tell me the story," said Ashnard fiercely. "I have plenty of time to waste on the book later, but I need my own answers now. Have you a god in this land?"
"Goddesses, three of them," answered the nobleman, stroking his fine beard with a gloved hand. "Follow me so we can be seated. It may take some time to explain, and I've been on my feet all the day." Ashnard followed the man to a place where a round table surrounded by chairs was located. It was crafted of a cheap wood for such a fine library, but it would have to do.
"Tell me about these goddesses," said Ashnard impatiently as he sat down.
"Certainly," said the noble, clearly giving up hope of being without Ashnard. "But before we begin, let me send for your book. I assume you can read?"
Again, Ashnard answered the man with silence.
"I see, not from around here, so you must have a different set of characters you're familiar with," said the noble, flatteringly. "Right, no book then. About the Triforce? Where to begin…"
Din, Nayru, and Farore, the three goddesses of Hyrule, created the world and everything in it. At their departure for a sacred realm, they left the Triforce, three golden triangles which, when brought together, would grant whoever touched it any wish they had. Obviously this kind of power was sought by both good and evil. Before the kingdom of Hyrule was formed, another goddess, Hylia, had commissioned a boy to save her and the land, protecting the Triforce from falling to evil.
A demon was slain by the green-clad boy, and the kingdom of Hyrule was started by him and a Princess by the name of Zelda. To this day in her honor, every firstborn daughter of the royal family would bear the name Zelda. This meant nothing to Ashnard, all except the Triforce, an enticing power to say the least, though he was certain he wouldn't need it.
During a time of peace, a thief rose from the desert and claimed the Triforce for himself, plunging the world in darkness. From the South forest, a boy claimed a legendary sword and piece of the Triforce and sealed the evil thief away. Sealed, thought Ashnard. Sounds like an immortal if I've ever heard of one.
"…and that's all that I know about the story," said the noble, tired after giving his longwinded recounting of the nation's history.
"This thief you spoke of," started Ashnard, uninterested in the rest of the story, "would you consider him to be a god as well?"
"More of a demon than a god if you ask me," said the noble. "But there are some who worship him as a god. Usually thieves and evildoers seeking to justify themselves behind him as a symbol.
"Name?" asked Ashnard.
"You really don't know anything, do ya?" scoffed the noble. "Ganondorf was his name. He came from the Gerudo Desert, a land full of thieves who worship spirits in their temple, far to the West."
That was all that Ashnard needed to know. This Ganondorf clearly had to be exactly who he was looking for, and Ashnard didn't need to waste anymore of his time in this boring, happy little city. Without another word he stood up and walked from the where the noble still sat gawking at such a rude exit from someone who had taken up so much of his time without compensation.
"I say!" shouted the noble as he strode to keep up with Ashnard's pace. "You can't just leave me like that, what are you up to?" Ashnard took one deadly glance at him and he fell silent and stopped following him.
If an evil god was released, it would only make sense for it to return to a place it once called home, complete with some temple of spirits, no less. Bumping into several peasants as he walked briskly out of the sunny town, though the sun had gotten significantly lower in the sky than when he had entered the library.
Night was a perfect time to arrive at a desert. The moon was high in the sky as Ashnard began to make his descent towards what he supposed had to be the temple that the noble had been referring to. The desert air was freezing cold, though he was clad from shoulder to toe in armor and robes. He only felt it around his head. The temple was huge, and had a daunting appearance like that of a dungeon where inmates would've been kept indefinitely.
A dark cloud and lightning struck all around the structure, though Ashnard's wyvern was trained well enough to continue through it. He smirked as he knew that power awaited him within the walls of the terrible structure.
A gaping doorway greeted him, as icy cold winds swept his face and thunder sounded all around him. He dismounted the wyvern, landing soundly on his feet, preparing to walk straight into the supposed god, Ganondorf. He had dealings with gods before, but since his defeats, he needed to seek a more otherworldly power to aid him in his conquest. And this time he wouldn't settle for his own world alone.
He walked briskly through the opening which stood ten meters high, the building itself reaching well over thirty meters. Inside it was decaying, clearly having not a single soul to look after it in centuries. In the middle of the room, surrounded by the bones and rotted metal chains of prisoners long sentenced to die here, kneeled Ganondorf. His form was dimly lit by the torches which lined the walls, the flames dancing off piles of sand and tan-colored stones.
"I assume you're the one who released me from my bonds," said Ganondorf in his hoarse voice. He stood quickly from the floor and turned to face Ashnard. He was clad in armor similar to Ashnard's own, though it was bulkier and darker. He had a simple red cape which reached his feet behind him, and a jewel set in the middle of his twistedly evil dark face. He had red hair, finely kept for so daunting a man.
"Indeed, it was me," said the King. "You have no idea what trouble I've gone through to release a god such as yourself, my Lord." Ashnard played the part of the pawn for the time being, trying to sway Ganondorf into trusting him.
"Enough with your flattering," snapped Ganondorf. "I know a king when I see one. Before I kill you, here and now, tell me why I shouldn't. I don't have time to waste on you."
Ashnard was taken aback at the brutality of this evil god, no, demon. However, he was prepared to make him an offer that he wouldn't be willing to refuse, with the selective wisdom that the witch had left him with. "You seek revenge on a boy in green, do you not?"
Ganondorf's evil glare changed into a look of utmost curiosity. "You've saved your life for the time being. But I must ask, which one? There are so many which I wish to kill with my own hands, though I'm sure they've all passed on by now." Ashnard was utterly confused by his claim of 'which one.' Surely there couldn't be more of the same person?
"You don't seem to know how it works, do you?" asked Ganondorf at Ashnard's look of confusion. "I've said I have no time to waste with you, not while that wretched boy continues to grow in strength and power. I must kill him quickly this time, before he even has a chance to grab the Master Sword."
More confusion. Ashnard didn't understand. Did this demon really lose to more than one of the same person as he was making it seem? Exactly how immortal was he, to have been sealed away not once, but multiple times? Ashnard couldn't even comprehend the idea of dying even once.
"Out with it, what do you want with my power?" asked Ganondorf, temporarily dropping the subject of the boy in green.
"I-I want you to help me conquer my world," said Ashnard. "That's all. But, if all works out, I believe with my armies and your power, we could certainly conquer so much more than just our two worlds."
Ganondorf walked closer to Ashnard. "Hyrule is the only world which interests me. You help me take out the boy now, and I will lend my own power to you. You fail, you die by my hand." At these words, Ganondorf outstretched one of his gloved hands. Ashnard took it and immediately felt a dark power begin to surge through his entire frame, bringing on more pain than he had ever felt.
"There is a great potential I feel in you," sneered Ganondorf as Ashnard cried out in pain. "And there is a far worse punishment for you should you fail me. You say you know about my revenge, which means you certainly must know where I can find the boy. Go. Kill him while you still can. While he is still weak." The pain coursing through Ashnard's body suddenly ceased, and he felt strength return to his limbs. "He is the only thing standing between me and ultimate power."
Without another word, Ganondorf turned away from Ashnard to look into the nothingness of the temple. Ashnard took a bit to try and think about what he had just gotten himself into, and began to smile at the ease of his task at the hands of so powerful a demon. He walked out, beginning to laugh as he mounted his wyvern, ready to pursue a boy who was sleeping in a small town to the East.