Hello, there, fellow readers! Here is my Fire Emblem-based fiction story, which I've planned and plotted on for a while, but never got to writing down anything. I'm hoping it'll turn out all right...nonetheless, I would like if you read this, and preferably also review it . I've decided to start with the Prologue,which is important,so please read all of it. Any suggestions from experienced writers would be appreciated, of course. This is my first fic, after all.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem, which is unfortunate, because I need the money from the profits that surely have come from the franchise. Alas, alack...Nonetheless, the continent of Danube and any fictional characters, etc that I'vecreated are mine.

It was 500 years ago...

500 years ago, a group of people numbering a half million set sail from their homeland. They were from all walks of life, all shapes and sizes. They ran from their homeland because it was filled with decay, misery, poverty, and darkness...they ran because they would soon die if they stayed...(and this is why they are called the Exiles).


They traveled the fierce seas, not knowing where to go...


Then, finally, they caught sight of land. They moved their small fleet towards the continent. After scouting the land briefly, they landed everyone and made camps. Eventually, though, they encountered another human----one who was not of their party. Then, they encountered many more of them. The Exiles knew they would probably be slaughtered, as their party was very hungry and tired, but instead of attacking, the friendly people of the continent brought food to feed them, and helped them set up homes. These people were called the Natives by the Exiles, for they were native to the continent.


The Natives helped the Exiles significantly. They even told them the habitats of the Pegasi, Wyverns, and Horses on the island, overjoying a great deal of the Exiles, who had been forced to give up their mounts when fleeing. The Exiles, in turn, helped the Natives create bigger and better crops, and helped irrigate much of the land. Because of their teamwork, the continent of Danube bloomed more than it ever had before.


However, not all was well. The Natives told the Exiles of the dark creatures that loomed in so many places. And, while they would not cause too much trouble, when they did it was utter chaos and bloodshed.


Unfortunately, then the dark creatures began to mobilize. They mobilized because their leader had come...Azaloth, a massive creature of might and magic. The massive Demon had come to destroy all that the humans had made and accomplished...


The humans, Exile and Native, were terrified of the Dark Creature hordes. They knew that with their current armaments, they could not have possibly have defeated all of them, especially Azaloth. In desperation, they did what people naturally do---they prayed to the heavens. Everyone prayed for anything that would deliver them from evil.


Then, the Fire Emblem fell from the heavens.


According to their priests and holiest people, this would save them, if they would trust themselves. The priests told them what to do----the humans would combine every drop of knowledge they had, and would forge weapons of great design and power. And the Fire Emblem's power would be tapped into the weapons, and they would be used to defeat the evils before them. The people accepted this, and they worked.


After a while, just as the creatures were prepared to defeat the humans, the weapons were forged. The humans, Exile and Native, sent their armies, and had their mightiest warriors wield the new weapons, which would be called the Divine Weapons from now on.


The Divine Weapons...weapons of power and magic, fused with the power of the heavens. They were Joyeuse, the Fire Blade...Parashu, the Thunder Axe...Gae Bolga, the Black Lance...Arbalest, the Wind Bow...Stormos, the Tome of Storms...Lugus, the Tome of the Sun...and Morrigan, the Tome of Ravens.


In a fierce battle that saw thousands of humans fall for every score thousand of dark creatures, the humans won. Azathoth was defeated by the champions wielding the Divine Weapons, his body was destroyed, his ashes scattered, and his soul was bound to a crude plane in an unknown place. And the humans rejoyced. They recorded the events that transpired, and called it the Great War.

...It has been many centuries since then...


Now, the continent of Danube is divided. The Natives have been stripped of a great deal of their land, but they maintain a fierce alliance with the Exiles of Blackwynn, who alone have not forgotten their debt to the Natives. The Exiles themselves have split into 5 nations, and have also fought amongst themselves.

The kingdom-democracy of Mycenae, land of the emerald plains and the Natives.

The theocracy of Vailos, the Holy Land.

The kingdom of Blackwynn, a rugged land of mountains and wyverns.

The kingdom of Pegasum, a cold nation to the far north.

The islands of Silesia, a mighty nation of seafarers.

And the kingdom of Anatolia, at the heart of the continent of Danube.


War was not so unusual as it was in the days of their forefathers. Wars for land and pride occurred every decade, lives were lost, and old scars sometimes did not fade away.


Such was the state of things in Danube. However...things had taken a turn for the worse…