Marth X Ozpin III: To Be Continued.
Marth: *pantomiming rapidly in rhythm with his excitement* -but to be honest, that Edelgard girl has some serious arm strength. And what was up with her Semblance? It felt like her axe was gonna chop my body straight into the afterlife, bits and all.
Ozpin: Riveting, but I'm afraid we'll have to end there my boy.
Marth: Why? Is it Goodwitch? *stands up and looks around in panic*
Ozpin: No. It's because you have to get back to your team. Do you remember what you told me when I asked you why you chose Beacon out of all the Huntsman Academies?
Marth: *eyes narrow* You didn't tell anyone did you?
Ozpin: Don't you worry. Not even Miss Goodwitch could grasp what your Semblance truly is.
Marth: So why did you bring up that memory?
Ozpin: Well, the Vytal Festival is in a few days. You should go over to your team and make your final preparations instead of acting like you've already got laurels to rest on.
Marth: You're right! *slaps palm to forehead* What was I thinking? We've got to work harder now more than ever given that the tournament is right around the corner. *runs out the door* Thanks for hearing me out Professor, you can tell everyone when the Festival is over and I've won!
Ozpin: *laughs* So much like Liza, yet so different as well.
Epilogue Before The Beginning (Yeah, There's One)
*A man in a white military uniform enters the room, taut with stress and pill-coerced sleep.*
Ironwood: Was that—
Ozpin: *nods, the expression in his face dropping into the coldest frown he could ever muster* That was Hawk-Eye's boy. *Notes the looks of alarm on General James Ironwood's weary face as Specialist Winter Schnee and Professor Goodwitch stride purposefully into the room.* Worry not. It seems that Liza Altheos does not trust even her own blood with her secrets.
Ironwood: How would you know that?
Ozpin: He's a a student here, and while he's inherited his mother's flair and intrepidity, he's still a child; a selfish youth consumed by callow goals of glory. He's no threat to us, or anyone with an Aura, for that matter.
Ironwood: You of all people should know never to judge a person from the get-go.
Glinda: *sharply* That's enough. I will not sit by and listen to you vilify a student General. Mr. Altheos, and by extension, Team KEIM, may not have shining backgrounds, but they've pulled more than their weight in their short stay here at Beacon. I have watched each of them grow, and never did I stop to factor in their origins. *rests her glare on Ironwood* You didn't hesitate to take in Winter as your right-hand despite your rather distasteful relationship with Jacques, now did you?
Ironwood: *exhales sharply as he shares a look with Specialist Schnee* No, I did not, but we can't afford to have any blind spots. Vale is still recovering from the White Fang's failed incursion of the city. Its citizens are on edge, even with the Vytal Festival still going through as planned. Furthermore, Winter is—
*the door to Ozpin's office opens again, and three more people enter, led by—*
Byleth: With all due respect, Headmaster, I'm afraid I will have to side with General Ironwood on this matter.
Ozpin: *exasperated* You know, Professor Eisner, your hospitable disposition may very well be responsible for any future developments of claustrophobia I may suffer in the future.
Byleth: It's good to see you as well. *Nods respectfully to everyone* Ladies, gentlemen, if I may have a moment of your attention. I couldn't help but overhear your mention of Team KEIM, specifically, your hasty dismissal of them as simple youths on a journey to prove themselves to society.
*Everyone in the room save for Ozpin shares a puzzle look*
Byleth: Their leader is the son of a Huntress with more skeletons in her closet than the rest of ours put together, flanked by the successor to Gawain Artorias merry league of sellswords, and as for the remaining two…well there's more to them than you may realize. *gestures to a woman adorned with a headdress of gilded flowers and clothed in robes of a religious embroidery* Rhea, if you would be so kind as to share what you know about the girls.
Rhea: *Looks at Ozpin with serene emerald eyes* May I?
Ozpin: Please.
*Rhea tucks her evergreen locks behind her ears, revealing their triangular dimensions. Ozpin gasps audibly, words failing him.*
Rhea: *pupils shrinking* You and your zealous, misguided lover are not the only remnants of the old world walking upon its shattered remains, Ozma
And with that,Beacon Academy Supports comes to a suspenseful conclusion, leaving more questions than answers for you dear readers.
But don't worry, I'm currently working on a full-length fanfiction featuring Team KEIM that will tie in many of Fire Emblem's signature elements into the world of Remnant. And this time, you readers will get a say as to who's in the story. Once chapter 1 gets released, you readers can leave a request in the review box as to what FE characters/elements you want to see in the crossover, and if they catch my eye, I'll take a crack at them. Isn't that exciting?
Well that's it for now. Thanks for reading Huntsmen of the Emblem folks. Catch you in the Vytal Festival!
Marth *inserts*: Be sure to check us out too. Finally, my time to flex has come.
Ike: I will have to admit, the suspense was fun, but I suppose it is about time the readers got what they came here for.
Korinna:Thanks again for reading about our friendships guys! I can't wait! I wonder if we'll win?
Eir: I think it would be more apt to ask: I wonder how we could lose this? Much gratitude to the readers who stayed with us up until this point.