Chapter One
The Sealing
Today began like any other day. I walked to the bus stop. Got on the bus to my school. Sat in the back playing Fire Emblem Awakening on my 3DS. Got off at North Nicolas High School. Went to boring ass classes, hung out with my friends at lunch, went to a "pep" rally that no one seemed interested in, and rode the bus home. It was a normal day in a normal life until I got to the driveway of my house. Suddenly I collapsed in the driveway. I felt like I was dying. Everything was in immense pain. Years of playing offensive line in football have taught me to withstand pain but this was something else. This was... almost like every bone in my body snapped at once. 'Amazingly' I thought to my self 'I haven't blacked out yet from the pain.' Then my hands started burning. I looked over at my right hand and a symbol was F-ing burning itself into my right hand! Its like the hand of God decided to use a cattle brand on my hand! I started to hear a voice. 'Great now im hearing things' It sounded heavenly and I couldn't make out what it was saying. "So—y" Soy? No thanks I don't want any soy sauce... stuff taste like ass anyway.
"Sorry this had to be done..."
Yeah your not the one getting branded like cattle here.
'Who are you?' I ask mentally. I must really be going crazy or else this is all a horrid dream.
"I am the Divine Dragon Naga."
Naga? As in FE 13 Naga? Please don't be a goddamn self-insert. I've read those on Fanfiction and nothing ever goes the way its supposed too.
"I don't have much time. I am using my soul to bind the Fell Dragon's soul but my power is nearing its limits."
'What does that mean? And what does that have too with me dyeing a slow agonizing death?'
"Peace my child. I have to seal both Grima and my self away. I will attempt to destroy the Fell one's soul with my own. But destroying both our souls will result in the power of the Divine and Fell one running rampant."
'So you want a big ass Mason jar or something?' I answer somehow sarcastically even though im dying.
"What? Never mind. A jar wont hold both my power and the Fell one's power alone. No. One with a strong soul must bear the burden of wielding the Divine and the Fell."
'But why me? I can't really see how I would be fit for the powers of gods.'
"NO MORTAL YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF THESE POWERS!"
A very scary and pissed of voice roared in response. 'Is that Grima?'
"It is."
"NAGA YOU TRULY INTEND TO SEAL MY POWER INSIDE A MORTAL?"
"No. I intend to seal both of us."
'What?'
"WHAT!?"
We both answer at the same time.
"A strong soul will be required because Fell and Divine cannot coexist. The two will clash resulting in the powers of both draining. The pain you feel child is Grima's power clashing with my own. It will subside soon."
Almost immediate after she said that the pain started to ease... a little and it was slowly getting better.
"IT MATTERS NOT! IF I PERISH THE DARK POWER YOU SEALED IN HIM WILL CORRUPT HIM! HE WILL BECOME THE NEW GRIMA! HAHAHA!"
"You are mistaken. My power is inside of him too. Listen child and listen well the power of Divine and Fell will rest within you. Do not wield either in excess or the power will corrupt you. Learn to control both sides and you shall surpass both of us."
Surpass Naga and Grima? Sounds too good to be true. 'Very well I will try... no promises though.'
"Fair enough. Lets end this now Grima you shall perish with me!" Naga roared with a ferociousness I never thought I would hear from the "Nice Dragon" of the Awakening world.
"NO NAGA YOU WENCH! I SHALL RISE AGAIN AND I WILL HAVE FURY!" Please don't go on about mustard of doom or sandwiches of defeat.
"LISTEN WELL BOY YOU WILL NEVER MASTER THE GLORIOUS ARTS OF -!"
"Good bye Chris"
"NAGA YOU INTERUPTED MY RANTING YOU BIT-!"
And then there was silence. And sweet relief. The pain was gone. 'Note to self Dragon powers hurt like hell.'
I decided to inspect where the hand of god decided to use his cattle brand. I froze when I looked at the back of my hands. On the right was the goddamn Brand of the Exalt! My inner fan freaked out for a second then I took a good look on my left hand and saw the Mark of Grima staring at me in all its creepiness. 'Great now I gotta explain these tattoos to my parents. Ill say I lost a bet or something.' I thought. Another thought crossed my mind. I was lying in the driveway squirming in obvious pain but not a single person came out and helped me. And I sure as hell don't hear no sirens so unless we have the worst 911 service in California no one called 911. I started getting madder and madder by the second. "Why those lazy good for nothing-" I stop my mutterings when I see a purple haze coming off my left hand in response to my increasing anger. "Oh shit" I whisper to myself. 'Think happy thoughts. Kittens and butterflies... Kittens ridding butterflies.' The purple haze dissipated and the mark on my left hand stop glowing. I decide the driveway isn't the best place for inspecting any changes so I walk into the house. And immediately remember no one is home. Now I have dragon powers and feel like an ass cause my parents are in Sacramento. I go to the mirror to make sure nothing else changed. I sigh in relief. I stare at the mirror and the same 6' 256 pound lineman wearing a North Nicolas Cowboys hoodie and jeans stares back. 'So the only change is hand tattoos and a glowing haze hand when im pissed? Well this demands experimentation.' I chuckle 'Miriel would be proud.'
End of Chapter 1