Heyo, heyo! Sooo, this is another story that I've been planning and plotting for a long while, now. This one's for all of you Fire Emblem addicts out there.
Ever since beginning my first playthrough (and am currently on playthrough...what, eleven? Twelve? Something around there while playing on Classic Lunatic Mode), I've been intent on creating a story with a good deal of my own personal twists and tweaks, but all while following the basic storyline set by Awakening altogether.
All of the prologues I create are extremely short in comparison to the actual story chapters that I release, so that's why this first chapter is really short. I promise you that the upcoming chapters will be much longer in comparison to this one, and I hope that enough of you stay tuned for long enough to discover the changes that I have in store for my little take on the Awakening story.
I hope you guys enjoy this. Reviews/critiques are always welcome, and all. Now...without further ado, let's start this, shall we?
Imagine this.
You had embarked upon a journey many moons ago; one of wars, bonds, and tragic realizations- among other things. Despite the fact that the going has been pretty damn rough, you continued to push forwards; both for yourself, as well as those that depended upon your own, living being.
Those whom you had forged the tightest of bonds with…
…The people that took you in and allowed you to fight by their sides…
…The ones that you had shared many moments with- no matter if they were good or bad.
…Your true family.
Your will to fight for them has brought you this far.
You stand still for a split second in your current location before looking left, barely noticing and sidestepping a blast of a darkened, shadowy current that would have found its way through your skull. After doing so, you noticed another figure dashing toward the source; his sword flashing briefly in the minimal light. As he is sent tumbling back with a strike from the sorcerer that had nearly ended you, you unsheathe your own blade before quickly aiming a swift slash at the magic user.
Before the strike connects, however, the caster vanishes within a sudden void of shadows. Fast on your reflexes, you quickly cease your motions and turn around to scan the clearing for your target. It doesn't take too long before you locate him yet again, but you are immediately struck with fear and stress at the sight before your eyes.
Afar, the sorcerer is charging himself up for yet another shadowy strike- but it isn't you who he is aiming at.
It's your companion.
Your eyes widen as you watch the swordsman begin to stagger back onto his feet, unaware of the deed that is about to happen. You sprint forward swiftly, pushing him out of the way quickly and attempting to escape from the attack yourself as the magic courses through the air.
…And, for the moments after, the world succumbs to a frightening darkness.