AN: Hey guys; first story here. Hoping you guys like it. Give me some feedback; I wanna make this story as good as possible. Though obviously, I'm going to be working on my own schedule. So expect some infrequent updates on chapters. Anyways on with the show.
Only requirements (or recommendations to be honest) here is that you know the story of both Fire Emblem Three Heroes and Kamen Rider Build up until the finale. Also spoilers for Build's finale and some of Three Houses's War Phase.
(9/20/20): Yeesh...it's been a while since I came back to the prologue. Hello for those of you new to the story, or for those of you returning. I'm just here to give a warning out there that I forgot in the summary and wanted to put this in the first chapter. That way for those of you believe that by all regards you aren't interested in that type of fic, you can back out now. Anyways; this story will indeed deviate from the main Three Houses story. Not directly at first however; some events from the War Phase will happen. However, considering how the presence of Build and the other Riders, it'll start to drastically effect the more medieval style of Fodlan itself. So, yeah...
Tl;dr: This story will be an AU, but some events from the game will still happen.
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Normal Text = Well, the story.
(Italics) = Time skips / Places
[Kakusei!] = Build/ Sclash Driver
Italics = Thoughts/ Mumblings/ Dreams / Letters
"Hello!" = Flashbacks/Recordings
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Nothing to see. Nothing to hear or touch.
Banjou Ryuga was unconscious.
He remembered Sento and Evol fighting. Him, inside both. Which was...a very strange thing to say the least. Then again, his group consisting of a framed fugitive, a mad scientist turned savior of love and peace, a farmer of all things, and the former leader of the Faust organization himself were always weird. Add in the being who destroyed Mars's people, a bracelet who was said being's sister, and a whole lot more things. If he would've told someone about all that, at least to him, he'd be deemed insane.
But now wasn't the time to think that.
Now was the time to hope to himself that they survived the merging of worlds.
Even though he was unconscious, he could faintly feel Sento's presence, trying to grab any hope of bringing Banjou with him. He felt Sento getting farther and farther away from him, and he so desperately wanted to reach him. Only to realize that he can't exactly move any of his muscles. "Sento!" He tried to scream, but was only able to do so mentally.
"Sento! SENTO!"
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Soft ground. The sun beating down on the beaches.
A child, looking no older than 11 walked upon the shores. Her lavender hair flowed from her running alongside the silky sand. Seagulls chirped in the distance as the young child was laughing, enjoying her time along the shoreline. Not too far away, a man in his forties walked along the shoreline, following the girl, smiling.
"Petra, slow down will you!" He shouted toward the girl, who paid no mind to what seemed to be her father...that was until she tripped. Onto Banjou's body, which promptly woke up a tiny little blue and gold device, looking strangely like a dragon. It promptly flew toward Petra, screeching as the father pulled out his sword in worry for his little child.
"Petra, stay back!" He shouted, as the little dragon screeched once more, Petra seemingly ignoring her father's demands, the dragon landing in her newly opened palms.
"Dad...he is...nice." She stuttered, as she stared at the dragon, it seemingly giving a tiny screech in reaction. She then seemingly noticed a couple buttons on said dragon, seemingly just there. The father seemingly noticed this, trying to run toward her, as Petra simply pressed the red button on the dragon.
[Kakusei!]
Soon enough, she felt herself...more powerful. Much more...happy. More happy than she would've been at the moment. At the same time, she also felt herself feel a little stronger, almost like she had inhaled some type of magical aroma. It was...scary to her, to say the least, as she jumped, the dragon flying away from Petra's hands back into the air.
"Petra!" The dad shouted toward the girl, rushing toward her, as said girl ended up backing away from the dragon, it floating to a stirring Banjou, who slowly woke from his knocking out, looking around in absolute confusion. Obviously, the man sent the sword very close toward Banjou's neck in a bit of caution.
"Make any sudden moves, and your head comes off, Fódlander!" He warned Banjou, Petra and the Cross-Z Dragon device rushing toward her dad.
"Daddy, stop! He's nice!" She shouted toward her dad, tugging at his non-armed hand, the man simply sighing as he looked toward the foreign man, who looked wildly confused to say the least.
"The hell is a Fodlan?" Banjou would asking him, as the dragon landed onto his shoulder, Petra looking in awe at what she assumed was the dragon's owner of some degree.
The father gave a heavy sigh, looking toward Banjou before lowering his sword, raising his hand instead. "My name is Prince Alief Macneary of Brigid. This is my daughter, Petra."
Petra simply waved a little hello, a smile on her face, as Banjou waving back.
"We're gonna need as much men as we can. The king recently invaded Adrestian territory; expand Brigid's influences in the region. But, having more men always will help in the case that the invasion failed. Especially with the troubling rumors circling around." He told Banjou, who promptly sighed and nodded, the prince assuming that meant he'd join them.
"Of course I get pulled into this after Evolto." Banjou told himself, as the prince and daughter walked alongside the beach, Banjou reluctantly following, mumbling a "Damn you, Evolto."
"What do I get out of this?" Banjou asked the prince, for which Alief simply chuckled.
"Depends; what do you want, foreigner? Money? Territory? The favor of my father? Maybe blessings from the damn Church of Seiros themselves?" He asked the dragon Rider, laughing seemingly at the mention of the Church, Petra looking quite embarrassed to say the least.
"How about where the hell am I?" Banjou blurted Out, leading the prince to turn around in confusion.
"Did you drink last night?" The prince asked, for which Banjou simply tilted his head in confusion. "You're in Brigid." Banjou continued to give him a look of absolute confusion, for which the prince continued on. "What foreigner...you get lost? Get drunk? Bah, I'm sure my father can be more understanding to you than me. Then again, there was that storm last night. Maybe it could have to do with…"
Banjou simply sighed and thought while ignoring the Prince's ramblings, as the group walked toward what would inevitably be the beginning of a long and forced meeting with this 'King Of Brigid', whoever he was. "Sento, when you told me we were creating a new world, a crazy man with some sword and a young girl with weird hair was not the first thing I thought of...damn it Sento, where the hell did you go!"
He was promptly interrupted by Petra, who seemingly nudged on Banjou's leg.
"What's your name, Mister?" She asked the Rider, who looked down, the faintest of smiles on his face.
"My name is Banjou Ryuga, kid." He informed the purpled-haired girl, who promptly gave a bright smile.
"Do you believe in the Spirits, mister Banjo?" Petra asked him, seemingly mispronouncing Banjou's name, leading Banjou to chuckle a little.
"The spirits?" He asked. "No...not exactly. Maybe you...could teach me."
Petra ended being ecstatic at the thought of teaching a foreigner Brigid's culture.
Soon enough, though, what seemed to be an armored soldier walked up to the Prince in a hurry, clutching his lance.
"Report." Alief said curtly, the soldier looking...absolutely terrified.
"Sir, we've confirmed...the invasion in Oche and Neuville failed. The Adrestian Empire's already begun plans to invade Brigid and Dagda."
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(2 weeks later…)
Flames...terror.
A war was going on and Brigid was losing badly.
A young Petra rushed toward the windows of one of the large towers, noticing out of one of the windows that the fighting that was going on, the footsteps of an approaching army being heard above the shouts and clanks of swords and axes in the fighting. The main army of the Adrestian Empire specifically. They had been, for days, pushing the armies of Brigid further and further. And the army who had so valiantly invaded the shores of the Empire? Gone in a flash. Barely anyone was left to fight their battles, Brigid's generals either defected or dead. And now the Fodlanders' armies were right on the doorstep, marching straight into the castle. Her home.
She feared the worst. What would happen to her? Death? Execution? Humiliation? Sold as slaves even? With the Fodlanders, anything was possible. However, comfort came in the form of a hand touching her shoulder. Banjou's hand specifically.
"Petra...your father's getting the remnants of his army together. Told me to make sure you were safe." He told her, leaning down to match the young child's height, the Cross-Z Dragon device screeching as it rested on his shoulder.
"I should be helping him! He needs everyone he…" Petra began yelling, her eyes getting watery. She wanted to defend her homeland so bad. Yet...she was 11. She was a child who by all regards shouldn't be sent out to war.
Soon enough, Banjou had simply grabbed onto Petra's hand, the sight of a Wyvern Rider seen through the window, Banjou and Petra having to avoid an arrow aiming for Banjou's head, as it joined its brethren in the sky, with Banjou having Petra in front of her so he could protect her. The sounds and screams of the deceased filled Petra's mind as the two ran through a once luxiorus courtyard filled with Brigid's unique nature, now resorted to barricades and defenses. They were going to fight to the last man.
Inside the palace, two men, seemingly in full fledged armor were seen surrounding the table, amid the chaos of soldiers moving to and fro the castle, setting up last minute defenses as the Adrestians closed in. They were vehemently arguing, probably about whether surrender was still an option at this point or not, their yelling echoing around the chambers.
"Damn it, Alief, we could've saved soldiers for the damn capital!" The King shouted, seemingly throwing his hands up. "Our best chance for Brigid's survival is to surrender the entirety of our land to the Empire. That way, our surviving family can live in peace."
"And threaten the survival of our independence? Independence that we've kept for hundreds of years? Father, we must fight for the survival of our people; our culture!" He shouted, Petra hiding behind Banjou as Alief spoke to the aging king.
"I'm not going to risk the kingdom our families built up for hundreds of years...only to be snuffed away by some belligerent nobles who think they're above us!" Alief Yelled. "Who's with me!"
Some of the men around him Yelled with him, the group storming toward the front of the castle doors, the valiant knights there barely putting up a defense, as the Adrestians attempted to push through the blockade, arrows and flame spells launched back and forth.
"Alief, no!" He shouted, as Alief ignored his father's pleas, and stormed toward the group, as an arrow found its way straight through his chest, the knights behind him continuing to charge in front, seemingly acting as a shield to protect said prince, Petra looking, on, horrified at seeing her dad with said arrow, his life seemingly fleeting before their eyes.
Alief simply gave one last look toward Petra, mouthing two simple words. Words that the king would remember. And try to honor for the rest of his days. And so would Banjou. Because it was directed at him, Alief's eyes locking with Banjou's own.
Protect Petra.
With that, the prince dropped to the ground, as the blockade began to crumble, as more Adrestians crowded at the palace gates, about to break through, the sound of the hooves of horses heard marching on, the cavalry of the Adrestian army most likely willing to lead the charge inside.
Banjou simply looked toward the crumbling group, thinking about something before making his way toward the armory, Petra and the King following suit, two of his knights covering him from behind. The armory seemed mostly empty...except for what he saw inside a chest, which he widened his eyes at.
Two devices laid on a nearby table. One seemingly was a small red and silver device, enough for two cylinders to fit in. On its side, a crank was seen, probably to activate whatever it was. The second device was completely different, being more of a sky blue color with only room for one cylinder-like object. There was also what seemed to be some type of tool used to push the cylinder, and a storage device on its right side. Overall, it looked very foreign...and the king knew that it didn't look like anything from Fódlan.
"The Build And Sclash Drivers!" He shouted, the king and his granddaughter following in confusion. "Haha!"
"The...what?" The king asked him, though quickly dismissed it due to their current predicament. "We found them in the courtyard a couple weeks ago. Damaged enough, but.." he responded, not even getting to finish as Banjou immediately attached the Driver to his waist.
[SCLASH DRIVER!]
He then pulled out two things from the pocket of his temporary leather stockings, noticing both some type of juice that had the words 'Dragon Jelly' on its label and one of those cylinder- like objects that would fit into either one of the devices. He simply looked toward the Brigidian royalty, Petra looking at him, fearful of Banjou suffering the same fate as her father. The king seemingly was more interested in what exactly Banjou was even wearing...and whether it could've been something from illegal places.
"Don't worry Petra; I'll come back for you once these guys are dealt with.." He told her, as he sighed, placing the juice-like object upside down, slamming it into the open section of the Sclash Driver, the guards letting him out of the armory.
[Dragon Jelly!]
A tune accompanied it, as he began walking out of the area, straight into the battle itself, smiling.
"...Henshin." He shouted somewhat enthusiastically, slamming the tool-like part of the belt onto the Dragon Jelly.
[Tsubureru! Nagareru! Afurederu! Dragon in Cross-Z Charge! BRRRRAAA!]
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(10 years later….)
Petra simply sighed, thinking about all of it, staring toward her sword as the boat creaked into Adrestian territory, as a soldier carried a small duffel bag of items. "What happened to you Banjou?" She would whisper to herself. "Why did you do that?"
She was interrupted in her thoughts by the sound of a bell, signifying that they were arriving on the shores of Nuvelle. A place whose importance made Petra hurt on the inside, especially now.
"Ma'am...where exactly are we going with this?" The knight asked her, for which she looked out toward the shore, a sad smile on her face, as she knew exactly where she was going.
"...we're going to visit an old friend."
