Alright, third chapter is here on time. I am on a roll!
Also, I don't own Fire Emblem.
I'm falling and then hit the ground. It hurts.
I feel sick and throw up.
Why are human bodies so frail, pathetic, weak?
I shake my head and stand up. I look around; I seem to be in a field. I must be in the past; the grass, flowers, and trees are all alive. I have to admit, it is nice to see the green. It was a shame how it was destroyed as a casualty in my judgement of humanity.
I take a moment to excess myself. I feel weak, which is probably a result of the time travel. Either a natural side effect or a reaction between the divine magic and myself. It should, hopefully, be temporary.
This is so annoying. All the work I had done has been erased. First thing to do is to seal the Ruins of Time. Then I can safely resume my extermination.
I reach for my Dragon Stone...
AND IT'S NOT THERE! WHAT?!
I look through all the pockets in my coat. My tome is there, but in terrible state. I would theorize only good for one more spell. What is happening?!
I need to calm down. I can get a new stone. I can make a new tome. I just need to figure out were I am and get to Plegia; the Grimleal can easily obtain what I need.
The best way to do that is to find a road and travel to a human city. Having to rely on humans in any way is actually sickening, but it is the fastest way.
Lucky for me, just outside the field is a road, and I know for a fact that all road will eventually lead to somewhere. I head to the path and look around. I hear someone gasp and turn around to face them.
It's my Avatar. Or more accurately, the Avatar of my past self.
They turn to run, but I quickly draw my tome and shoot a blast of magic at them. It hits them directly in the back of the head and they fall down. That was too easy, so I cautiously walk over to them and give them a kick. They don't move at all. I do some other tests and confirm that they are actually knocked out.
Now what? I can't kill them, they're important and could be useful in the future, but I can't just drag them around with me. Might as well leave them here. Though first I drag the Avatar next to a tree in the field, as leaving them on the road would be too risky.
I stand to leave, but stop as I realize that they might have something useful. I search the Avatar's body and access their belongings. Let's see; two bronze swords, a Thunder tome, a Fire tome, and a vulnerary.
I drink the whole vulnerary and the sick feeling goes away. But I still feel weak though; weird. I throw the empty bottle and my now useless tome into the forest. I take one of the swords and the fire tome.
Now, time to get back to business. With my new weapons I set down the path.
After avoiding a knight and two nobles, that looked oddly familiar, I finally come across a town.
"Hey, what's one of you doing here?" someone asks. There is a group of ruffians right ahead in the path. Looks like their about the raid the town. Great.
One of them starts to approach me. I pull out my tome, ready to kill him.
"Hold, I'm Plegian," the ruffian cries as they raise their hand. I put the tome away. They must believe that I'm a Grimleal. Humorous. But that means they are willing to work with me.
"I seem to be lost. I need to return to Plegia," I inform the ruffian. He looks shocked.
"What? How'd you get all the way into Ylisse?" the ruffian questions.
"Unimportant, now I need to return to Plegia," I repeat. This human is trying my patience. He looks nervous from my insistence.
"Alright, I can spare one man to take you home. And then you can tell your superiors how helpful Garrick was," the ruffian exclaims. Typical humans, always only looking out for themselves.
The ruffian calls over one of his minions and orders them to take me to Plegia. And so, I follow the minion and travel to the west.
"We should rest for the night," the minion states and sits down. "It is still a day's journey west. You set up camp, since you wanted to go home so bad."
"Just to the west, that way?" I inquire as I point in the direction that we were walking. Then I move my hand to my side.
"Yeah, why?" the ruffian asks, but then gets a shocked face. I stabbed him through the chest.
"Because that means I don't need you," I explain and pull the sword out, the blood dripping off the blade.
I walk off as the life leaves the worm's face.
As I'm walking the air shifts around me unnaturally. I smirk as I sense my servants being unleashed onto the world.
"Halt! Who goes there?" a guard asks as I approach the border.
"Someone important. Now let me through," I command as I continue to walk forward.
"I said halt!" the guard insists, but starts screaming and eventually silenced as I incinerate him with my Fire tome.
I cross the border and enter Plegia. Now time to find someone useful.
It was easy to find the Grimleal's main church. They built it near the Dragon's Table and therefore close to the border. I enter the building and start looking around for a priest. I eventually find one and he doesn't look happy.
"How dare you enter Grima's most sacred place?" the Grimleal exclaims.
"How dare you lowly insect call this man-made building a sacred place," I retort.
"Who do you think you are?" the Grimleal continues his rant.
"Grima," I reply and the Grimleal stops.
"Impossible...Our god still slumbers!" he claims.
"You doubt me?" I ask. I call forth my power. I still feel weak, but it is enough to impose my presence. Proof enough for this insect.
"Lord Grima, forgive your servant!" the Grimleal cries and falls to his knees.
"You are forgiven; only for the fact that my presence here is due to unusual circumstances," I proclaim. "Future doubt will cost you your life!"
"May I inquire as to how you are here, lord?" he asks, still bowing.
"The plan was a success; I was awakened from my slumber. However, a group guided by Naga used time travel and are trying and undo what was done. I followed," I explain. "Now stand and tell me your name, servant, for you shall now be my highest servant."
"Fauder, at your service," the Grimleal states as he stands.
"That is a stupid name; my highest servant should have a better name," I state. I can not be represented by a person with a silly name. "From now on you are..." I quickly think of a better name, one that will strike fear in my enemies, "Validar."
"Then my name is Validar," the newly named Validar agrees.
"Now, I need you to procure me a Dragonstone," I command.
"Did you get a Dragonstone, Validar?" I inquire as my servant finally returns. I know that they are not that common, but it had been hours.
"Of course, master," Validar says as he pulls out a stone. I can sense the dragonic energy.
"Give it!" I command and grab the stone from Validar. I turn around stare at the object. It is definitely a real Dragonstone.
I try to channel my magic into the stone, but it rejects me. What is going on? I know enough about manaketes to know that this is how to format a Dragonstone.
No wait…
I try again and nothing happens. Did Naga's portal do more damage than I originally thought?
I had believed that the clashing between my magic and Naga's magic only destroyed my Dragonstone and damaged my tome.
But, now I can't seem to replace my stone. And that would mean...
"Get me a mirror," I command Validar. The faithful insect scurries off to fulfill my request. He soon returns with the desired object.
I take the mirror and use it to examine myself. I look mostly the same as before; female, white hair, red eyes. But there is one major difference.
Round HUMAN ears!
Anger swells. That stupid portal somehow severed my connection to my true form! I'm a manakete without their dragon form! Naga! I will kill you, your daughter, and your precious humans!
Validar starts to back away as I destroy the mirror in my hands. The shards pierce my flesh and cause me pain.
I need to calm down. There is a solution; my past self has their dragon form. I may be weakened, but they are not; they can still destroy humanity. With their help, I can still fulfill our purpose.
I just need to make sure that those time traveling roaches don't change too much. Not that fate can be changed anyway; but destiny's assurance is not excuse for inaction.
"Validar, you are high up in my church, correct?" I inquire.
"I am the high priest, Lord Grima. Only out ranked by the elders," Validar explains.
"I need you to brief me on the status of the plans on reawakening my past self," I command. Validar bows his head.
"As you command," he complies.
So, we now are now getting into the events of Awakening.
Chapters should start getting a bit longer from here on out.
Hope you enjoyed and see you next time!