Hello everyone, here is my latest, newest story, co-written by my best man, Code-Emperor07! If you don't know him, shame on you bastards! He's the brilliant son of a bitch who wrote Fractured Existence! Anyway, I warn you now, what you are about to read was done over Private Messaging, so it's quality might be poor, but you may like it. I hope you will enjoy it to it's fullest content! Also, a new poll will be posted on my page, in regards to the main pairing, so please, check it out. Well, without further ado... Welcome to Fire Emblem: The Miraculous Birthday!
"As of this moment... the world belongs to me!" -Lelouch vi Britannia, 99th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire
Fire Emblem: The Miraculous Birthday
Darkness... that was all that surrounded him at the moment. It was like a murky black water, no ray of light to be found, as if only anything colored black could thrive here. He was unable to find himself able to move, his limbs frozen in place, and his body heavy. "So cold..." he muttered, his voice echoing in this inky black place.
Slowly, balls of light began to float from underneath him, rising up past him and reaching upwards. The darkness began to crack as the number of balls of light increased. "...You will no longer live..." he heard a voice echo, strangely similar to his own. There were voices echoing with it, each different from one another, and speaking all together, creating a symphony of gibberish. He could make out a few things, straining his ears as he did so.
"This... I do solemnly..."
"It's him... It's..."
"You're existence was...! I will be the one...!"
"When someone wins... will end..."
"It wasn't me who was... the world...!"
"The Power... will make you lonely..."
"Who..."
"I...destroyed the world..."
"your...punishment...shall be thus..."
"...and created..."
"...it's similar to a wish..."
"...Zero Requiem..."
"...A...new..."
The final words sparked recognition within his mind.
"N-Nunna...lly..."
The words were slowly fading away into the abyss, however, by now, all the darkness was starting to erode away, shards vanishing into what looked like streams of light. Feeling slowly returned, fingers twitching, and spasms occurring in the limbs. His memories were a blank, yet the names were scribbled there, as if black crayon was taken to a blank piece of paper.
Nunnally.
Suzaku.
Kallen.
Shirley.
Rivalz.
Nina.
Rolo.
Milly.
Euphie.
"M-my name..."
However, before the words could be uttered, before that memory could be taken, the darkness vanished, and he himself was swept in the tide of white...
...
"...Chrom, what should we do?"
The figure's eyes slowly adjusted to the white, gradually revealing the azure hue that is the midday sky. The sun's rays poured onto his face, making him raise an arm to block them from his line of vision. His eyes became trained on the faces of the people that stood above him
"Wait, I think he's coming to."
Slowly, he lowered his arm. Two people were in front of him, the first a young girl with blonde hair done in pigtails, and the second, a tall young man with dark blue hair, a pauldron resting on his shoulder. "Hey there..." the girl greeted, smiling slightly as the man offered him his hand. "The ground isn't the best place to take a nap, you know." he said, smiling as well. "Here."
He was hesitant at first, but clasped his hand around his. With a swift tug, he was pulled to his feet, setting himself at the man's nose.
"Are you okay? You were just lying on the ground there for a while now." the man asked in concern.
"I was...?"
"Yeah!" the girl nodded. "It looked like you were..." she stopped in mid-sentence, staring at his eyes with her mouth hanging open in shock. "Y-You're eyes..."
The man frowned, but looked closer. Behind the fringe of his bangs, he could see his eyes. A gasp nearly escaped him. 'That's...' Instead of violet orbs, he had glittering red ones with a familiar mark, a pair of curled wings around the center mark, resembling a pupil.
"Huh?" The man asked clueless. "Is something the matter?" He was slowly growing worried.
"Um...How should I put this...?" The man had no idea how to explain this phenomena to him without panicking.
The man tilted his head, wondering what was going on, but then he noticed his clothing. "Huh?" He looked down to see that he was wearing what looked like lavish robes, colored white with gold tailings. It looked like something a noble would wear, but to him, it looked unfamiliar.
"My Lord, are you alright?" The boy jumped, not noticing the presence of another. He was dressed in heavy armor, a fierce gaze at the ready, and brown hair.
"W-what...?"
"I was asking if you were alright. You seemed...disturbed." The man repeated, concern evident on his expression.
"Oh. I'm fine, Frederick." He told the man. Even though he was physically okay, the eyes of the stranger perturbed him. They possessed the same symbol as...
"So, are you alright there?" the girl asked the boy, recovering from her shock. "I've never seen you before... Actually, why did you decide to sleep under a tree?"
"I'll have to agree with my sister." the man said, nodding. "You look fine, but..."
"I..." the younger boy looked down, unsure of how to answer. "I don't..."
"You...don't remember...?" The azure haired man asked.
The stranger could only nod slowly.
"Hey, I've heard of this before!" the girl exclaimed, but was still both shocked and sad for the young man. "It's called amnesia!"
"It's called Horse Dung." the man named Frederick said, eyeing him carefully. "How can we trust him with what he says?"
"B-But..." the young man was beginning to grow distraught. He was lost, he had no memories to go on, all except for the names. He didn't remember their faces, in fact, he could hardly recall his own name.
"What if it is true, Frederick?" the man asked his knightly companion. "If he really does have amnesia, then we certainly can't leave him behind. Besides..." he leaned in closer to Frederick. "Look at his eyes..." he whispered, as to not attract attention.
Frederick looked at the black-haired stranger, and his eyes widened. "Oh..."
"H-huh?" the boy frowned. "Wh-why are you looking at my eyes?"
"They're, uh..." the girl stumbled with her words. "Kind of like..."
"K-kind of...what...?" The boy was growing more fearful and anxious by the minute.
"It's nothing." The man quickly reassured. "...It's nothing you should worry about."
"Do you have any personal belongings?" Frederick asked curiously. "It might help you remember."
The boy nodded, but he was still slightly confused about his eyes. He searched himself, though he only came up with what looked like a green rectangle, though some sort of locket hanged at the end. "What's that?" the girl asked, tapping it. She must have done something, because it snapped open a second later.
A beautiful melody played. The boy felt something wet travel down his cheeks, and wrapped a hand around one of them. "I'm... crying..."
"I don't exactly blame you..." the man said. "It's actually... very calming."
"Indeed." Frederick spoke. "It is a serene, fluid melody. As if it were the tranquil river stream within the woods."
"It's...so pretty..." The girl became lost in the music.
"Hm?" the boy looked at the object the musical heart was attached to, and noticed two initials written on the back. "L... L..."
"Initials..." Frederick noted. "Well, that is one step in the right direction."
"Indeed." the man nodded, smiling. "Well, having two letters is better than no name at all. Will L be fine with you?"
The boy nodded, slightly happy.
"L it is then." the man nodded again. "Well, I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Chrom, and this little damsel is my sister, Lissa."
"Hey!" the now-named Lissa growled, stomping her foot childlishly while pouting. "I am not a little damsel!"
Chrom couldn't help but laugh at his sister's display, while the boy felt a pang of nostalgia run through him, chuckling a bit himself. "And this," he gestured to the brown-haired Knight. "is Frederick the Wary."
"A title I shall carry with pride." Frederick answered without hesitation. "Lord knows what would happen if I didn't."
"Well, I suppose we should get going." Chrom suggested. "Do you think you can travel?"
L nodded, and placed the object and locket in his pocket, following the group into the road and on their way to their destination. "Say, L!" Lissa chirped up, wanting to strike up a conversation. "You're clothes are strange... are you a noble, by any chance?"
"I..." L hesitated. "I... don't know."
"Lady Lissa, L says he does not recall who he is." Frederick reminded her. "If his claim is true, I doubt he remembers anything about his past. Still, she does have a point. Perhaps you are from a wealthy family?"
"...maybe...but it's still all blank to me." L pressed a hand to his temple.
"it's alright." Chrom reassured him. "there is no need to rush."
'There's definitely no doubt about it.' Chrom thought, his eyes trained on the sigils. 'That's definitely the Mark of the Exalt... but, according to the records, someone had the mark in one of his eyes, but that just one of them. He has the mark in both eyes... Also, there's something... unnatural about them.'
"My lord?" Frederick asked his companion. Chrom turned to face him, and could tell the same thoughts were going through his mind.
"It's nothing, Frederick." Chrom assured him. "Anyways, let's hurry on. I want to reach the town before-"
"C-Chrom!" Said blue-haired man's eyes widened when he turned to see a shaken Lissa pointing a finger in the distance. L noticed this as well, and his eyes widened at what they saw. Smoke was rising into the air, and an orange glow scraping against the azure sky.
"What in blazes?!" Chrom scowled as he unsheathed his blade. "Lissa, Frederick, let's go!"
The blonde girl and the knight nodded, the later hopping on the horse that had been riding with them. L, on the other hand, looked bewildered, looking back and forth between Chrom and the fire. "W-wait, what about me?!" he asked.
"You stay here!" Chrom ordered him. "You don't have a sword with you! Besides, not to sound rude, but..." he looked at L's physical build... which was practically non-existent. 'It's a wonder how he hasn't been killed yet,' he wondered in amazement, having never seen such a scrawny build before. 'I suppose it's a good thing that we found him instead of brigands.' "You don't look like you'd be much use in a fight."
L looked down, embarrassed most likely, but before he could try and form some kind of rebuttal, Chrom and the others were already taking off. "W-wait!" he cried out, but they were gone. He couldn't help but look down at his hand, several thoughts running around in his head. 'What... should I do? Could I be... really of any use to them?'
...
...If a king doesn't lead, how can he expect his subordinates to follow?
The words spelled themselves out in his mind. His eyes widened at the foreign, yet familiar phrase. But...He wasn't a King. Hell, he didn't even know who he was. But still, the words make sense. If a King leads, it only shows that the trust between him and his people is strong. If he leads, the others will rise and follow. If he leads, they will perform most effectively. If he leads, he is independent. If he leads, he is strong. If he leads, he leads them to victory.
If a King were to remain at the rear...Then he is nothing but a cowardly weakling, letting others do the work for him.
"Ah, screw this!"
Without a second thought, he took off after Chrom and the others. He hadn't noticed a figure wearing a hood watching him from afar from behind a tree, long green hair flowing down from underneath the hood.
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"Aaaaah!"
Chrom's feet skidded across the ground as he and the Shepherds arrived. His eyes widened, and a scowl followed soon after. Several Brigands, some warriors by their attire, and others mages, were robbing and looting anything in sight. The leader of the group looked to be a hobbled man, a crazed grin on his face, and an axe in hand. "Hahah!" the man cackled. "Take everything, boys! Anything shiny and valuable!"
"Damn bastards..." Chrom growled. "Lissa, stay behind us. Frederick, you're with me!"
"Understood, my lord." Frederick nodded, preparing his lance for battle. The Brigands noticed their presence, and stopped their looting. The warriors readied their blades, and the mages brandished their book of spells. The leader howled in laughter. "Ah, the Shepherds!" he grinned. "Here, sheepy sheepy! Come to the slaughter!"
'Plegian accent...' Chrom noted, anger rising. 'Of course they'd be behind this! We've got to finish this up quick.'
"Chrom!"
Alarmed by the familiar voice, the azure-haired man spun around. To his and his friends' horror, it was L. He was running towards the trio...in the middle of a battlefield!
He was foolish! He had no weapon, he barely has any strength in him, and it doesn't even seem that he has any fighting experience. Hell, he was practically out of breath when he made it halfway towards them.
"L, what in the world are you doing here?!" Chrom shouted. "You want to get killed?! This is no place for someone who doesn't know how to fight!"
"Don't you think..." L panted, his hands on his knees and sweat falling from his face. "I... know that...?!"
He gritted his teeth. "Then why are you-"
What L said shocked him. "Because I don't want to be useless!" he shouted at him. "If I stayed behind... and let you do all the fighting... I wouldn't be able to forgive myself...!" His fists clenched. "How can I sit back and watch innocent people die while the people who helped me are doing all the fighting?!"
L's words struck them at the core. He hardly knew them, but he was willing to help them. His determination to help the innocent, despite the danger to his own life, rang true.
None of them knew how to respond to his words. They may not know about his past, but they do know that he is a virtuous person.
'...He'd make a good Shepherd.' Chrom smiled as he tossed a spare blade to the boy. He was startled by the action, the sword fumbling in his hands before getting a good grasp. "Better start learning how to fight, L." Chrom advised. "You stay behind Frederick and me, and back up Lissa. If things get too dangerous, back off, you understand?"
"Y-yes!" L nodded as he placed himself into a stance. With that, the group was ready. The Brigands saw no more use wasting around in their little conversation, and attacked, a swordsman running at Chrom. L's eyes immediately went to him, watching the way how his body moved, from how he wielded the sword, and how he charged at Chrom.
The Brigand closed in with an amateur-ish, overhead swing. Chrom, using minimal movement, raised his blade to parry the opposing edge and while the enemy was staggering, slashed downward. Chrom's blade sliced through the man's leather armor, tearing into his flesh and bone. Blood splattered to the ground
"G-gyagh!" the swordsman yelped in pain as he staggered back, holding his shoulder. A nearby mage took the distraction to his advantage and began casting a spell, runes dancing around his body. L watched the movements carefully, patterns beginning to form all around him, and plans laying themselves out.
When the sword-wielding Brigand recovered, he was furious, and attacked again. However, this time, L saw opportunity.
"Chrom, parry his attack, then move to the right!"
The young man was surprised by his words, but quickly executed the order. After he blocked the incoming sword, he leapt to the right. At that moment, the Brigand mage finished his spell, hurling a fireball where Chrom had just stood. However, in his place now was the downed swordsman, who had no time to evade.
"Graaaagghhh!" The man was set ablaze.
"Yuck!" Lissa resisted the urge to vomit. "Fried Brigand!"
"Excellent move, L." Frederick nodded in approval. "But, how did you know where the mage would strike?"
"I... I have no idea." L confessed, shaking his head with confusion. "It's weird... I can... see things. I can see what they enemy can do, what their next move is, what they're likely to do..."
"Is that so..." Chrom muttered, a devilish smile on his face as he watched the mage looked startled by his actions before his face lit up with rage, and began to cast another spell. "In that case, L, tell us what to do next!"
L was startled by this order, but complied. Once again, he could see plans forming. He looked around the area, the market holding ideal barriers, abandoned shops acting as blockades. "Frederick, how fast is that horse?" L asked.
The knight immediately knew what L had in mind, and smiled. "Quite. Great Knights must always be swift."
"Play decoy, distract the mage! Chrom, move in from behind!"
"On it!"
Frederick charged forth with his horse, Chrom trailing behind. When Frederick was close enough, he shot off to the side, using the abandoned shops to cover him and he moved forward, toward the mage. The mage saw the Great Knight closing in at great speeds, forcing him to hastily prepare a spell. The runes danced, but more erratic than before. He shot off another fireball, but Frederick blocked it with his lance.
From the mage's standpoint, he failed to notice Chrom appear out of the alley way from behind.
Before the mage could ready another spell, Chrom's blade was already in motion, steel cutting across flesh. "Gah!" the mage howled, blood splatting out from his back. He didn't even have time to scream as Frederick charged in at full speed, his lance poised and ready. Chrom rolled out of the way, allowing the mage to be thrown off balance, slamming into a wooden shop. The whole thing collapsed on him, wood tumbling down and trapping him, the book sliding away. "Nicely done, Frederick." Chrom praised his knight before he noticed some small burns on the armor. "Are you okay?"
"Nothing to worry about, milord." Frederick answered without so much as hesitating. "Merely a flesh wound is all."
"Che!" the leader growled. "Prissy little brats!" He looked over at the other two brigands, one holding an axe, wearing what looked like tattered clothes with a skull helmet on his head, and the other holding a bow. "Get them!"
The archer moved in with the axe-wielder, but he stopped halfway, and prepared his arrow. Chrom growled as he blocked the first Brigand's strike, being pushed back a bit before swiping his blade to avoid being hit by an arrow. "Drat!" he cursed.
L's mind was working overtime. Plans danced along their feet, formulas and variables practically solving themselves. "Frederick, take care of the archer!" L said. "Use the shops as cover!"
"Understood!" the Great Knight nodded and kicked the horse. It gave a loud neigh, and charged, the archer already firing off more arrows. L looked over at Lissa. "I need you to back me up on this one..." he said quietly. The girl frowned, but nodded determinedly, clutching her staff tightly. L smiled, nodding backing and looked over at Chrom. "Chrom, switch places!"
The azure-haired man looked bewildered, about to refuse before he found the axe about to come down on him again. He barely blocked it, but the force was enough to send him to the ground. "Tch!" Chrom cursed himself, raising his blade to block another strike that the Brigand was preparing. However, before the strike came, L gave a battle cry and charged straight in, swinging the blade. It hit it's mark, slashing across the forearm. Blood splattered against his cheek, and the Brigand cried in pain, holding a wounded arm, unfortunately his dominant one. "Chrom," L looked over at his ally. "Go with Frederick, follow him from behind and aim straight for the leader."
Chrom's eyes widened. The plan was brilliant. While he and Frederick kept the other two distracted, the leader would be by himself. He should have given the boy more credit than he thought. 'When this is all over,' he chuckled as he got back up. 'remind me to ask him to be our tactician.' With that last thought, he charged straight in, following his knight from behind.
"D-dammit!" The leader cursed. All of his subordinates were taken out, leaving only himself. He realized that he had to run. He had to survive. At least he would get to live. He turned tail and ran...but he was too slow.
His eyes widened as he watched his archer fall, impaled by the Great Knight's spear, but horror washed over him as he watched Chrom leap from behind, blade in hand. "Twrooooagh!" the youth cried out as his body spun in mid-air, rolling with the blade stretched outward. The leader cursed again, and brought up his axe, blocking the strike. Sparks flied between them. "Damn little sheep!" he growled, pushing Chrom back. The young man was sent back, but landed perfectly on his feet, uninjured and fatigue found nowhere. He simply grinned as he aimed his blade at him, angering him further.
"Give up, Brigand." Chrom told him. "If you do so, I might consider sparing your life."
"...Hehehe...hahaHAHAHAHA! As if I would listen to a dumb brat like you!" The leader charged in with his axe raised again.
Chrom sighed, and lifted his body to the left, taking the blade in with both hands and blocking the strike easily. They backed off, but immediately returned back to their onslaught, steel grinding against steel. Sparks soared with each clash, but neither seemed to gain an edge on the other. "Damn brat!" the leader of the Brigands growled. "Hold still so I can cut you down!"
"Sorry," Chrom smirked. "Not exactly fond if getting cut in half."
"Chrom!" The leader backed off once their skirmish ended, the two falling back and placing distance between each other. L, Lissa, and Frederick came up from behind him, weapons at the ready. "They're all dealt with!"
"Heh, nicely done." the azure-haired man nodded in approval before turning his attention back to the Brigand. "Still want to fight? You're outnumbered, three to one!"
"Hey!" Lissa shouted indignantly. "What about me?!"
"Lady Lissa, you're not exactly a War Cleric yet." Frederick reminded her, causing her fiery attitude to deflat. L, on the other hand, tilted his head, wondering what a War Cleric was and if they specialzed in healing. Dealing with the swordsman while having no prior battle experience didn't help much, but thanks to Lissa's encouragements and healing, he was able to get back on his feet, time and time again. He eventually found holes in his enemy's attacks, and exploited them.
Poor guy didn't even see the blade aiming for his chest until it was too late.
"Che!" the leader spat. "Damn little pissants... Didn't know the Shepherds had a damned tactician with them!" he cursed his bad fortune until he heard soft m*** from behind him. "Eh?" he looked over his shoulder to see a woman lying on the ground, barely conscious. Her clothes were covered in soot, and burns were located along her arms. It appeared she tried to shield herself from the fire, possibly escaping a burning building. "Heheheh..."
L's eyes widened when he saw what the man was planning. "Frederick!"
The Knight nodded, and readied himself for the charge. However, unfortunately, the leader was faster, and grabbed the woman by the arm, hoisting her up and wrapping one of his arms around her throat. "Don't move!"
"one wrong move..." he inched the blade of his axe closer to the woman's face. "...and my hand just might slip!"
"Cowardly Bastard!"
"Why you...!" Lissa growled. "How could you?!"
"He is a Brigand, milady." Frederick said in distaste. "Scum such as him have no morals."
L tried to think of something, anything that could get her out of this situation. 'If only one of us could use magic, then we could aim at him- no, that wouldn't work! He'd use the woman as a shield before we could reach him! An archer? No, he wouldn't have the skills needed! Besides, none of us here knows how to use a bow!' He scowled, his hands clenched into fists, and his nails digging into the skin of his palms.
'Isn't there something I can do! Something other than strategies!'
...
'...have you truly forgotten the power you wield, Demon Emperor?'
'H-huh...?!' L was startled by the new, mental voice. It suddenly resonated inside his head. His eyes whipped around him, but saw nothing unusual. 'Was that...a hallucination?'
'...have you forgotten your power as the Demon Emperor...?'
'W-what?' L looked around again, but found nothing. However, for a moment, time seemed to come to a halt. The whole world became black and white, the flames halted, and the man stopped in mid-laugh. Chrom looked as if he was about to charge in, but his body was frozen in place. 'What is... going on?' he wondered before seeing someone emerge from an alley, right next to the church the leader of the Brigands was in front of. He was unable to see them clearly, their body covered in a black cloak with a hood over their head, but he was able to make out long green hair flowing from under the hood.
'Surely, you must remember...' the voice whispered, bearing a feminine tone. Was it the cloaked figure? But... how? 'The power you hold... the power that changed your world...'
"My..." L's lips moved, yet his body did not. It was as if only he was allowed to move in this place trapped by time. "Power...?"
'Yes, you're power... the absolute power to make all bow before you without condition... Do you not recall it? Do you remember it's name?'
"Power..."
Voices began to echo around him once again, several garbled up... but only one of them rang true.
"The Power of the King will condemn you to a life of solitude..." a girl's voice whispered in his ear, as if standing next to him. "Are you prepared for this?"
"I...I..."
"Do you accept the Contract I give you...?" The figure asked again.
"...I..." The more L listened, the more he becomes sure of his answer.
"...Are you willing to have your life torn asunder in exchange for this power...?"
"...If it means I can help my saviors...THEN YES!" L cried out in response.
"...Very well...Do you remember this power's name...?"
Even though he didn't know how, he felt a strong sense of familiarity within the force welling up inside of him. As if it lied dormant, and now awakening. Yes...This power...Its...
"...Geass..."
Time resumed, and the world spun. L felt his body return, and before he realized it, his instincts took over. "Hey, the hell do you think you're doing?!" the leader shouted when he saw L start to move, his eyes glaring into his. Almost immediately, he took a step back. "W-what the hell is up with your eyes, you freak?!"
"I command you..." The wings of the sigils flapped as L spoke, slowly tearing themselves away from his eyes. "LET THAT WOMAN GO!" The bird took flight, emerging from his irises, and diving straight into the leader of the Brigands. Before he realized it, it dived straight into him. L felt as if his body was being thrown away, being sent down a tunnel with streams of light twisting and circiling all around like circuits. Eventually, the tunnel came to an end, revealing what looked like a pattern. Images became clearer to him, and the pattern shifted, almost like a jigsaw puzzle.
The Command was in place.
The leader's body went slack, a red hue forming around his eyes, and his axe dropping from his hand. The arm holding the woman fell, allowing her to breathe and escape, running towards the Shepherds. It was a few seconds before the command faded, and the leader blinked. "Bwuh?" he squaked, realizing that he dropped his weapon and let a valuable hostage go. "What the shit?!"
He was about to chase after the woman...
"DIE!"
...but his life came to an end with a quick strike of the blade. Chrom gave a 'hmph' as he sheathed his blade, the leader falling to the ground in a lifeless heap a moment afertwards. "Well..." he said in relief as he turned to his Shepherds and L. "That's the end of that."
"Oh, thank you...!" the woman sobbed, bowing before her saviors. "Thank you so much, milord!"
"Heh, no problem!" Lissa cheered, grinning from ear to ear. "Guess he listened to reason after all!"
'No, not quite...' Frederick thought, having noticed the man's behavior when L gave the order. 'A spell? No, he didn't possess a tome on hand. Only the most skilled can perform an enchantment without the aide of a tone, but no matter how skilled, they require a runic sigil. So then, how is it...' he looked over at L, who was looking down at his hands, his breathing slightly eratic, and his shoulders falling up and down at a quick rate. 'That he was able to perform a spell so quickly? For a moment, I though the Mark of the Exalt shifted... Just who are you, L?'
'...What...Did I just do...?' L mentally questioned. He then recalled what he called his power before. 'Geass...The Power of the Kings...?'
"L..." Chrom placed a hand on his shoulder, snapping the man out of his thoughts. "Thank you...We are truly grateful for your assistance."
"H-huh?" L was surprised. In truth, all he had done was order Chrom and his friends around, though in his opinions, the plans were mediocre at best, but they were rather affective. Even still, he felt as if he should be the one to thank Chrom. After all, who knows what would have happened had Chrom never have found him. "W-well, I..."
"I agree with brother!" Lissa nodded enthusiastically. "Sure you stink at sword fighting..." L deflated at that, nearly face-faulting. Oh, come on! Sure, he wasn't that good in a fight, but he wasn't THAT bad! "But those strategies, whoo boy! Those were AWESOME!"
"I agree." Frederick nodded, despite his suspicions. "Have your memories returned, by chance?"
L shook his head, unsure. "I... don't know." he confessed. "I think I remember something... a power... Geass, I think..."
"...Geass...?" Chrom's eyes widened.
"You...know of this...?"
"I've only heard of it... but, to be honest, I didn't think it existed." Chrom nodded his head, crossing his arms. "To be honest, I don't know much. My sister, Emmeryn, however, might."
"Well, perhaps we should meet with her." Frederick suggested. "If Her Highness knows anything about this Geass, then perhaps she might even have an idea as to who L is."
'Her Highness...?' L thought, curious to know who Chrom's sister was if Frederick addressed her in such a manner.
"You think?" Lissa tilted her head, crossing her arms over her chest. Chrom, in response, shrugged his shoulders. "Well, might as well."
Just as the group was about to disembark, a few of the villagers came running up to them. "P-please, wait!" a male villager said, panting. "Milords, please! Allow us to repay you! We may not have much, but we have food and shelter!"
Frederick shook his head, smiling slightly at their gracious offer. "Thank you, however, we must be off."
"No dark meat." Lissa started to say, having not heard Frederick's words. "And no meat in the soup please, I don't really-WAIT, WHAT?!" she cried, finally registering what he just said. "B-but, Frederick! It's nearly dark out!"
"We'll be able to reach the capital tomorrow morning." Chrom told her, smiling a bit as if to reassure her. "Besides, we can do what we always do while outside, feed off of mother nature and sleep under the stars."
"B-but..." Lissa deflated, disappointed by the prospect of not being able to spend a night in a cozy hotel and eating good food. However, L had other thoughts on his mind, mostly about himself and the woman from earlier. Looking back at the alley, he found that she was gone, not a trace of her left.
'Who was she?' he wondered. 'Why did she call me Demon Emperor? ...And why do I have this power?' He looked down at his hand, and stared at it for a long while. 'Just who in the world am I?'
In the end, however, L had not realized the significance of obtaining this power, that which commands even the Gods themselves. In this world filled with strife, there is only the days of when one takes the mantle of a leader that he may bring an end to the suffering of the people. This is the burden of those who are either born with the power known as Geass, or are blessed by Naga's Mark, the Brand of the Exalt.
The time was close at hand... the Awakening would soon begin.
And darkness would fall upon this world once more...
Episode 1: Rebirth and Reawakening
Name: L
Date of Birth: Unknown
Weapon Forte: Sword Rank B, Spear Rank C
Class: Emperor {unique to L. One who changed the world and created it anew. Boasts high Intelligence, but lacks strength and defense.}
Description: An amnesiac youth bearing the Brand of the Exalt in his eyes. Despite his weak and frail body, his intelligence has well-earned him a place in the Shepherds. Some speculate he is either a noble or a king, based on his values. The most physically weak of the group.
Promotion Class: Zero {unique to L. One who carries the weight of the world, and performs miracles. Unmatched intelligence, and moderate strength.}