Sup guys, Cassius here with a new story! I've been exploring around different stories, games, etc. in order to find something I can stick with. I think I found it. Ever since I was 6, I was playin Fire Emblem games, the most notable for me being Path of Radiance. But I recently played Awakening and Fates(just conquest cause I heard it was the hardest) and I hafta say, I really want to build up more depth on Awakening's story, cause I see SO much potential. (Fates is a lost cause.) So here I am, starting a new story based on the the game "Fire Emblem Awakening." The pairings will be according to my playthroughs and the comments (if any) ya'll leave me. A couple more notes before we begin...
This chapter is as dark as it's gonna get, after this, there should be a considerable decrease on gore and suggestive themes.
The main character's appearence is in fact default Robin, not changin that at all.
This story's setting will change timelines occasionally, I will try my best to show when that happens.
I may or may not add some of my own characters into the story, sorry if that's not your thing.
I know I'm years too late, but can't help a man for tryin.
This story will be HEAVILY filled with adjusted supports, the main point of this story will be to show the development of the characters and their friendships.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fire Emblem or its characters, but I wish I did.
Sorry for the long Author's note, can't help it. So without further ado, lets do this!
Dragon's Table: Throne Room
"Hmmm..." A voice echoed inside a chamber. The towering palace spiraled toward the black abyss that was the sky. No clouds, no sunlight, only darkness as violet clouds circled the peak of the highest tower coming off of the Dragon's Table. This version of the sky was nightmarish, and seeing it only reminded the few left of humanity that all hope was gone.
A man sat on a throne inside the palace. He has wispy white hair, darkened features, and most notably, gleaming red eyes. He was wearing a long, black cloak that resembled a sort of gown, only it carried as more of a coat.
The ominous man was playing with his silver hair. From twirling it between his fingers to outright yanking handfuls, it was clear he was bored out of his mind.
He sighed, a tired expression washed over his face, for he was unsure on what to do to occupy his attention. He was going to live on tomorrow, the day after, the week after that, and the eternity after that. He was in desperate need of a project of sorts.
That was the problem though, he was out of projects to do. Devestate an entire globe? Done. Spread worldwide famine and drought? Finished. Kill off humanity and rid this world of all life? His eyes widened at sudden realization.
"Not quite done..." A twisted grin curved his lips. He rose out of his chair swiftly and snapped his fingers demandingly. A dark circle with strange symbols circling it appeared on the carpeted ground. He jumped happily through it, and in a blink of an eye, the throne room changed to an even darker room, of which the walls were decorated with blood and mold all over.
To any normal person, the smell would've been too putrid to even enter, but to him, the smell was better than a new carriage scent.
He walked at a quick pace, tracing his hands along the concrete walls as if he longed for its touch. The long hallway was lined with torches on the walls, the little fires crackling and keeping the room from silence.
"Ah, I forgot about this place, I wonder how my guests are faring?" Lately, the Fell Dragon was traveling around the world, snuffing out the remaining pieces of humanity, usually brutally. Due to his consistent travels, he eventually forgot all of his current "duties." "Hopefully unwell..."
Before he began wiping out random lasting civilizations of humanity, he was busy making sure each and every one of the shepherds payed for being a hindrance to his overall goal. The only shepherd left was the one chained to his dungeon, in which he's been very careful not to kill them.
Along with the shepherd though, he managed to capture the last threat to his goal very recently, and he was very pleased to see her suffer as he did for those 1,000 long years.
He frowned. But no matter how much she shrieked in pain, no matter how much she begged him to stop, he could never feel, satisfied.
He growled viciously, clenching his fists which were radiating with dark sparks.
"Why can't I quench my hunger!" He opened up his hand and aimed it towards the wall, a large beam of black energy shot out of his hand, tearing through the wall and sending shards of stone flying everywhere.
He ignored the massive hole in his wall, and pressed on, eager to see his prisoners on the wall they hung from. "Curse you Validar for making these ludicrously long hallways." Normally, he would teleport straight to the cell, but with the incredibly large distance between here and his throne, this was all he could manage.
After what seemed like eons, the Fell Dragon turned a corner and was excited to be greeted by his beautiful prison and all of its glory. The cell was rusted, the red layer tainting the pure iron bars as large cockroaches scurried from underneath the cell. In front of the cage was a zombie like creature, with an iron helmet, a sword, gray rotted flesh and piercing red eyes, guarding the cage.
He walked up to the iron door, and shook it violently, hoping to stir a reaction out of the prisoners residing in it, but grunted when niether responded in any way.
"Yeesh, what happened to you?" He joked to himself, turning towards the Risen soldier. "Hey, they're alive, correct?" The creature sheugged. He turned his head back to the prisoners.
Inside the cell, was a nightmare. The walls and floor were caked with blood, a few loose chains hung on the wall with open clasps, and two people resided inside, looking lifeless.
One of them, a blonde haired women, layed on her stomach, with her arms and legs spread out uncomfortably. The other one, a young bluenette lady, rested on her knees, holding her arms tightly around her abdomen, implying that she was hungry.
"Hey! Wake up!" He smiled wickedly, gripping the iron bars tightly. Niether of them budged an inch. The man bared his teeth, clearly annoyed with their stubborn behavior. "Alright then, if that's how you want to play, we'll play your game." He growled. "Open the door!" He snapped at the Risen soldier.
With a pop and a snap, the Risen turned slowly towards the door. And even slower, he stumbled step by sluggish step over to the door, which wasn't good for the man's impatience.
"Were you a sloth in your previous life or something? HURRY UP!" He snarled, making the Risen shamble faster to the nearby door. After a couple seconds, which seemed like millenia to the man, the Risen pulled out a rusted key and entered it into the strangely shaped key lock. With a click, the door was unlocked and pushed open.
The man entered swiftly and closed the door behind him, making sure no funny business occured. Clang! The door slamming actually suprised the cerulean haired girl, which jolted her head up in shock. She stared at her worst nightmare directly in the eyes, tears formed and fell silently, for she knew what was coming next.
"That's more like it." He smiled, but his brows quickly furrowed when he noticed the limp figure at his feet. This wasn't right, she should be shivering in fear by now. The man pulled his right leg back and sent his foot deep in her waist. No reaction. "Wake up wake up WAKE UP!" He kept sending his boot smashing into her side, cracking a few ribs with a few nasty snaps.
"Sh- *cough* *cough*" The other girl attempted to speak, but was sent into a flurry of coughs. The man's interest was taken by the girl now.
"Oh, have something to say? Well let's not keep me waiting hmmm?" He started walking towards her.
"She- *wheeze*" The girl struggled to intake air, the invisible thick getting stuck in her throat. "She's gone." She stated softly, crawling over the man's boots and in front of the blonde women. She picked up the small women and flipped her over, revealing her lifeless gray eyes. "May you rest in peace, Aunt Lissa." She placed her trembling fingers on her eyes, and pulled down her eyelids. She then slumped onto her back with a loud thud, breathing heavily.
"Awwww, poor Lucina." The man purred, kneeling in front of the panting figure. "You'll never be loved again, for this lass was your last loved one, correct?" He grabbed her face in-between his fingers. "You poor daughter of Naga."
He let go, standing up and wiping off his cloak. He then grabbed Lissa's messy locks and dragged her toward the door. He then opened the door and tossed her body through the frame. The small body landed with a nasty thud.
"Dispose of this, I won't be needing her any longer." He rubbed his hands together. The Risen looked down at the girl, and moaned in a low tune. "I don't care where, just anywhere that isn't here, Robin's mind pulses at the sight of a dead shepherd, now hurry up and get rid of it."
The Risen saluted by waving its arm and grabbed Lissa's legs. It dragged her body across the floor and soon dissappeared from sight as he turned the corner, into the everlasting hallway, leaving the two alone.
Thankfully, Lucina was too busy staring at the ceiling to see the horrifying spectacle. But she can still picture it in her mind, and it was something she wouldn't unsee for awhile.
"Just get it over with." Lucina croaked, her voice still very weak.
"I'm afraid you've lost me dear, care to elaborate?"
Silence
"What? Cat got your tongue? Spit it out." He crossed his arms, enjoying toying with her.
Silence
"Hah, I was afraid you'd say that." He sighed, knowing she wouldn't respond obediently. "Alright then, let me ask you another question." He bent over, his face inches from hers. "Your still...innocent...correct?" He whispered malignantly.
Lucina's eyes widened, and began backing up into the wall behind her. "No...please..."
His echoing laugh could be heard from miles away. "Well then, let me have the honor of being your first." He grinned, and started crawling over to her.
"Please...please I beg of you." She put her hands in front of her at a weak attempt of stopping the looming figure. "No...no...no... GRIMAAA!"
O-O-O-O-O
1 year later...
A loud shriek could be heard, begging for attention. Grima sighed from on top his throne, and Lucina at his side gave a worried look.
Lucina was wearing a shackle chained to the black throne, preventing her from moving more than a couple feet away from Grima. She was wearing a more revealing outfit, almost identical to that of the common plegian dark mage. She looked very uncomfortable, but in her head, she knew it could always be worse.
"Take care of the devil, will ya?" Grima grabbed the key inside his coat and unlocked the clasp around her wrist, freeing her. Lucina rubbed her wrists briefly, then darted towards the room from where the wailing is coming from.
Grima rubbed his temple soothingly, his headache growing as the yelling grew louder. Ever since that day he broke new grounds, his life has been turned upside down.
Lucina came out moments later with a blue bundle, little tiny hands grasping the air.
"Shhh, you know Grima doesn't like loud noises." She cooed, gently rocking the infant back and forth. "C'mon dear, it's alright, mommy is here now you don't have to be scared." Lucina poked the tiny nose sticking out of the wrap, earning a light giggle.
"What's wrong with it this time?" Grima grunted, still rubbing his head.
"What's wrong with HER."
"How am I supposed to know, you didn't even name it."
"Her name is Ceada! We went over this many times over." Lucina lightly scolded, figuring she'd be fine as long as she didn't cross the line. The baby's name derived from the legends of the Hero-King, Ceada being a playoff of Caeda, Marth's fiancee.
"Hmph, I don't remember such conversations." Grima stated, relieved that Ceada's bawling has ended. "Anyway, what's wrong with it? Crap its pants again?"
"No she's clean, and I just fed her recently, so she was just lonely." She kissed the little baby's forehead, earning a squeal from her.
"Fine, give it here." He held is arms up. Lucina was hesitant, hugging the child to her chest, but she knew better than to keep him waiting, so she strode over to him, and handed her over, whispering a quick 'I love you' into the infant's ear.
Grima furrowed his eyebrows at the site of his smiling daughter. She had a patch of white hair, blue sparkling eyes, and a strange mark, an amalgamation of the Brand and the Mark of Grima, centered on her back. Her face was slightly round and a few teeth showed from her smile.
Grima has grown a little softer ever since finding out Lucina was pregnant. He's been feeding her more regularly now, granting her water whenever she needed, and allowing her occasinal walks around the palace. At first, it was to make sure Lucina birthed a healthy child, but old habits die hard, and much to Lucina's relief, he kept up on his daily rations.
All Lucina wanted to do was break out of Grima's dungeon and make a run for it into the wild, taking her chances against mother nature. That was, until little Ceada was born. Lucina fears at the mistreatment of her child in her absence, and taking Ceada with her was out of question, for Lucina knew she wouldn't be able to support her in the wilderness.
Being a mother at the age of 18 didn't bother Lucina. Sure, it felt a little weird to think how close in age they'll look like in the future, but it also meant being around longer to support Ceada, and that was every mother's wish.
Plus, she's always dreamed of marrying a prince and having one or two children when she was young and living at the castle. The only difference being that she never married and the father of her child is evil incarnate. It was that dream that put a smile on Lucina's face as she looked on to her daughter squealing in happiness at the sight of her father.
"Ugh, why is it so... bubbly and...squishy?" Grima poked Ceada's cheeks, earning a light giggle and for small hands to grip the large finger. Grima pulled away instantly, rubbing his hand on his hood. "Agh, and slimy too, take this out of here!" The man held out the infant far from his face. Lucina quickly responded and scooped the laughing child into her arms, cradling her. She then darted out of the room, hoping for some alone time with her daughter.
After closing the door behind her and turning a corner, she sat against the wall and slid to the ground.
"Hello Ceada, Mommy is here, can you say mommy?" Lucina stroked the child's loose hair. Ceada, in response, gurgled something undecipherable. Although Lucina had fewer years of picking up maternity instincts, she still seemed to be a natural. "That's right dear, mommy." She soothed, continuing to stroke her white hair.
That's when everything changed...
Lucina stood up when loud rumbling echoed in her ears. Her eyes scanned the entire tri-way hallway, looking for the source, but she couldn't identify where the source of the noise is coming. Lucina's arms wrapped protectively around Ceada, most likely in an attempt to shield her from the growing noise.
The rumbling, like an earthquake, kept on growing louder and louder, signalling Lucina that the source of the noise was getting closer.
"Gods what's happening?" The rumbling was still steadily growing, and the ground even started to shake, causing Lucina to go into panic mode. She fell to her knees and draped her body over Ceada.
Very suddenly, it stopped, and Lucina was left in a piercing silence. She opened a single eye, and once again scanned the hallway. But she noticed nothing different from her previous image.
Lucina stood up a straight, and strarted walking forward slowly, afraid Grima may be the cause of the event. But a soon as her first step touched the ground, a large explosion boomed around the corner, startling Lucina and causing her to fall on her bottom.
"Lucina, are you here!" A deep, masculine voice sounded. Lucina instantly knew the owner of the voice.
"It can't be..." That didn't stop her uncertainty though. She got up with Ceada still in her arms and dashed down the hall. She turned the corner to be met face to face with a large, reptile like creature.
Its breath was very hot, and its glaring yellow eyes lit up in animosity. Lucina held her breath as the creature started sniffing her thouroghly. The creature then screeched loudly, and licked her cheek with a forked tongue.
"Heheh, it good to see you too Minerva." Lucina laughed, taking one arm off the wide eyed Ceada and began scratching its rough scales. The wyvern purred strangely in appeal and begin sniffing the bundle in her arm. But the wyvern's eyes went hostile like a viper and it began to close in on Lucina. She began backing up, holding Ceada as far as possible away from the looming creature.
"Stop Minerva!" The same voice from earlier shouted behind the creature. Minerva immediately stopped approaching and sat down obediently, growling lowly which indicated it wasn't happy.
A tall figure in the backround jogged over to Lucina, stroking Minerva on the way. Tears filled Lucina's eyes as she was confirmed of her original suspicion.
"Gerome!" She shot up and attempted to give him a hug, but with a Ceada in her arms, any arm movement wasn't very easy. "I can't believe you're alive!"
Gerome patted her awkwardly, and gently pushed her off. He was wearing a full, light suit of jet black armor, black boots, and most note worthy, a black mask. "It's good to see you too Lucina." He scratched his pink-red hair with his free hand, his other hand was holding a large, iron axe. "We have to go now Lucina." He went to grab her arm, but stopped when she noticed both of her hands were full. "Who is that?" He gestured towards Ceada.
How on Earth does Lucina explain Ceada without setting off alarms in Gerome's head?
"Is there an easy way to tell him that this is mine and Grima's child?" She didn't even realize her own attempt at a joke.
"Sorry Gerome, it's kind of complicated." She looked down, a light shade of pink tinting her cheeks.
"Good, then you can tell me later, but for now, we have to go." He spoke harshly, glancing through the hole in the wall and cursing. "Quickly!" He mounted Minerva swiftly, offering her a hand.
Boom!
(AN) Thats done, and I hafta say, my plannin skills are ON POINT right now. Don't expect any confirmations or spoilers in these Author Notes. If you have a question or criticism, I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS in a comment or review. Thank you for reading and see y'all later.
-Cassius