Chris: Came up with this idea when I was trying to sleep. Yep. It's like if Fire Emblem made a console fighting game. Like Guilty Gear or something. Obviously, since there are like…50+ characters in FE, I'm not gonna be writing a chapter on all of them. All the characters will be in it, just not all of them will have a story tailored to their needs.

Disclaimer: Don't own Fire Emblem.

Note: The first part in the story is always a bio/background/character tactics/fighting style/move explanation thing on the character. Always. And at the end there's probably a weapon description. And since I'm too lazy to come up with new last names, I'll be using the last names from Battle for Supremacy. Just thought you'd like to know.

Oh, and this doesn't follow the storyline of FE 7 to the letter. Eliwood has Durandal a lot earlier.

Eliwood's Tale: Part 1, Revenge

Name: Eliwood Califex
Age: 19
Height: 5' 10"
Blood Type: A
Threat Rating: A-

Background:

The only prince of Pherae, Eliwood was raised to be the perfect leader. Charming, handsome, skilled, and gentle, he was seen as the beacon of light to a suffering world. Granted, Eliwood might have been the greatest lord that the continent of Elibe had ever seen. However, with the disappearance of his father, Eliwood embarked on his lonely quest to find him. Eliwood did find his father, but he was too late and arrived in time only to see his father die in the hands of Nergal. Seeing his father die right in front of him sent Eliwood into an emotional decline into extreme depression. Only with the help of his friends Hector and Lyn, as well as his girlfriend Ninian was he able to break out of his deep funk.

However, that was not the end to his troubles. Just when he regained his former zeal, he heard that Castle Pherae, where his mother was staying, was attacked and razed. It was recorded that there were no survivors. The loss of his mother and of his castle plunged Eliwood into another depression, this time sinking him farther into his pit of despair. But, once he heard who the perpetrator was of the attack on his castle, he swore vengeance on that man and now travels with his faithful retainer Marcus and his loyal bodyguard, Lowen. And who was the person who ordered the attack on Castle Pherae? None other than his father's killer, Nergal.

Ultimate Techniques: Vengeance Strike, Camaraderie

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Eliwood stretched as he walked through the streets of Badon. He had heard that Nergal had his base of operations set on Valor Isle. Rumors said that no one had ever returned from traveling there and that fierce, magical winds would pick up whenever you came within a mile of the island. Granted, he thought that the rumors were just pieces of bullshit, but unfortunately, sailors and pirates always believed in silly superstitions. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to convince anyone to give him passage there, but Eliwood wouldn't give up.

'You bastard, Nergal. I swear I will be there to smash your face onto those cold stones!' Eliwood gritted his teeth, envisioning his sword slicing off Nergal's neck.

"Milord!" Marcus, a grizzled purple-haired paladin, rode up to Eliwood. He dismounted from his steed and kneeled towards the lord. "I have searched all of the docks on the west side of Badon. No one desires to take us to Valor Isle. I am truly sorry, my lord. If only I had been more persuasive…"

Eliwood smiled faintly. "No, it's not your fault, Marcus. These people…They're just too scared. They are afraid of dying in an unknown land. It is not any fault of yours or of theirs that we don't have passage." He kicked at a pebble on the cobblestone pavement. "But I wish we had a way to get there. I cannot rest until my parents have been avenged."

"Milord…" Marcus looked up.

"But I'll find a way. Even if I have to swim there myself." Eliwood clenched his fist and turned as he saw his other vassal, Lowen, ride up to him. "What news, Lowen?"

"Milord! I have found someone who will take us to Valor Isle!" Lowen, his eyes shining happily under his mop of sea-green hair. Lowen dismounted from his horse and kneeled. "A pirate by the name of Fargus is offering us passage to Valor Isle!" He stood. "He is the only one I was able to convince, though."

"Pirates…hmmm…" Eliwood looked thoughtful. "True, pirates are more courageous than most, but they are wily people. I do not believe for a second that they will offer us passage without some sort of additional condition other than payment." The red-haired lord gave a shrug. "But, if pirates are our only chance, then pirates it shall be."

"Very well!" Marcus mounted his horse. "I am ready when you are, my lord. Come, Lowen."

"Yes, sir!" Lowen mounted his own steed and looked at his lord. "We are ready for wherever your path takes us!"

"I thank you both for your loyalty and service…" Eliwood smiled ruefully. "I know you two will always be at my side." He patted the sword sheath at his belt, where his rapier, and more importantly, the legendary blade Durandal, rested. "Well, let's go meet up with some pirates!"

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"My lord…Something seems amiss…" Marcus muttered to Eliwood as they walked down an open path towards the pirate docks.

"…" Eliwood looked around. Marcus was right. Sure, there were birds in the air and it was still sunny, but something still seemed to be missing. Then he realized what was missing. There were no people around. Cautious, Eliwood placed his right hand loosely on the hilt of his sword, ready to bring it out at the slightest hint of trouble. Marcus and Lowen took out their weapons as well, Marcus holding a lance tipped with silver and Lowen holding a wide blade made of steel.

Eliwood looked at the pathway ahead of him and froze. Likewise, Marcus and Lowen reined in their horses and stared in astonishment at the person who was standing in front of them. Eliwood staggered forward, stunned and confused.

"M-Mother?" Eliwood stumbled forward a gain, staring at the face of his mother. His mother only smiled and held out her hands toward him, her priestess robes falling around her. (A/N: I heard somewhere that Eleanora has a bishop sprite. Hence, she's a priestess in this fic.)

Eliwood dashed up to his mother and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him. "M-Mother…I thought you were dead…" Tears flowed from the lord's eyes.

"Lady Eleanora!" Both Marcus and Lowen leapt off of their horses and kneeled towards her. The purple-haired woman laughed lightly.

"On your feet, Marcus and Lowen. There is no need to kneel to me." Eleanora smiled. "And…Eliwood, it is so good to see you again…my dear son."

Eliwood could only continue holding his mother, whom he thought was dead. "How…How did you survive the attack on Castle Pherae?" He looked at her face. She still looked the same. Her purple-violet hair, her gentle smile, her golden eyes…Wait. Eliwood looked again. Yep. Golden eyes. His mother never had golden eyes. Eliwood jumped backwards, just as a dagger slashed through his side.

"Who the hell are you and who sent you?" Eliwood unsheathed his rapier, pointing it at the copy of his mother.

"Lord Eliwood! That isn't Lady Eleanora?" Marcus looked up.

"No! It's some sort of copy! Get your weapons!" Eliwood shouted. Eleanora just sheathed her dagger and stared helplessly at Eliwood. The lord glared at the copy. "Answer me! NOW!"

Eleanora grinned wickedly and spread her arms wide, shaking loose a couple of wrinkles in her robes. "You already know him. There's no need to tell you any more."

"It's gotta be Nergal! Either way, I'll tear out the answer from your corpse, you copy! Marcus! Lowen! Let's get rid of her!" Eliwood charged at the copy, but stopped when she brought up a hand.

"No. We fight one-on-one. Unless you're afraid of being defeated by a mere copy."

"There's a difference between being brave and being smart."

"Come on. One-on-one. You'll enjoy. Test out your skills." Eleanora smirked. "Think about it. It's the only way you'll fight me, at least. If your lackeys come after me, then I'll just warp out of the way and stab you in the back when you least expect it."

Eliwood frowned. "Very well. Lowen! Marcus! You know what to do! Out of the fight." He looked quizzically at the copy. "Can they still support me?"

"Of course. Now are you ready?"

"Definitely." Eliwood smirked at the copy. "I don't know if you realized it, but mimicking my mother is a great way to get yourself killed!" He charged at Eleanora again, slashing his sword horizontally. His sword rebounded off a magical shield that Eleanora had constructed and he leaped backwards, quickly going into a defensive stance in case of retaliation.

The copy smiled and formed a spear of light with her hands and threw it at Eliwood. The light clashed against Eliwood's sword and passed through, plunging deep into Eliwood's soul. The lord was tossed backwards a couple of feet, coughing up blood. He pushed himself up and grimaced.

"Forgot. Weapons really weren't made to counteract magical attacks…" Eliwood smiled. "I won't make that mistake again…" He saw a little pebble on ground and picked it up with his free hand. Eliwood attacked the copy again, lunging forward with his rapier. Once again, the sword was repelled, but as Eliwood moved his body to adjust, he threw the pebble at the copy's head, where it knocked against the copy's head.

"Hmph. Magical shields can only handle one disturbance at a time. Better knock off the trick shields and get serious." Eliwood attacked again, this time lashing out with his foot. His foot rebounded off of the shield and Eliwood took his chance to thrust forward with his rapier, piercing and breaking the shield as well as stabbing the copy right through the stomach.

The copy coughed up blood and grimaced. "Hmph…" She waved one arm in the air, summoning thousands of tiny shards to materialize in front of her. With her other arm, she summoned little globes of light that hovered around her. With one word, the shards launched themselves towards Eliwood while the globes of light slowly healed the copy's wounds.

Eliwood's eyes widened and he jumped to the side, dodging most of the shards. However, some pierced his body, making shallow cuts that bled slowly. The lord grimaced and pushed himself up. He glared at the copy. With her ability to heal, this fight would take hours, maybe even days. His endurance wasn't good enough to allow him to fight nonstop for days.

He took a quick look backwards, where he saw Marcus and Lowen arranging a large pile of javelins and spears. Smiling grimly, Eliwood nodded at them. Marcus nodded back.

"Time to die!" Eliwood threw himself at the barrier, using his body as a weapon.

"What are you talking about?" The copy laughed. "You don't even have a weapon left!"

"Not true…" Eliwood slammed against the barrier, the weight of his body collapsing the shield slightly. He grinned as he was reflected off of it. There were two reasons why he had thrown himself at his foe. One was to deal damage to that magic barrier. The second was to focus his opponent's sight on himself. So that way, the copy wouldn't be able to see what was coming.

The copy gasped as she saw the shower of javelins and spears that was headed for her. The magical shield quickly crumbled under the onslaught and the remaining spears and javelins lodged in her body, slicing through her arms, her legs, her chest, her stomach, everywhere. And when the shower was over, there was Eliwood, standing right in front of her, holding a sword that was over six feet in length.

The copy gasped and coughed, blood running freely out of her mouth and her wounds. She looked down at the rapier that was stuck in her stomach. "I thought…You had no more weapons…"

Eliwood sneered. "That was your first mistake." He brought down his sword down diagonally, tearing a huge gash through the middle of her body, cutting through the copy's skin, flesh, and organs.

"Your second mistake was thinking that you would win!" He roared and slashed downwards. He brought his sword, Durandal, up one last time and looked at the copy with shadowed eyes.

"And your last mistake was impersonating my mother! NO ONE EVER DOES THAT!" Eliwood sliced the copy in half in his rage. The copy exploded into dust and ash which settled around the panting Eliwood. Lowen and Marcus walked up to him.

"Are you okay, milord?" Marcus looked concernedly at the red-haired man.

"Yes…I'm…just fine…" Eliwood slid the Durandal back into its sheath. "Nothing…wrong…" He looked at his rapier that was lying on the ground, stained with the copy's blood. Eliwood picked up the weapon and looked at it, feeling the slick blood with his fingers. Yelling a curse, he flung it into the open ocean. "Come on. We've got some pirates to see."

"Yes, milord." Marcus and Lowen remounted their horses and they continued on their mission to kill the man who had caused all of this, Nergal.

"By the way, milord, I thought you promised that we could only support you." Lowen looked at Eliwood, who was wearing a small smile.

"I never said what kind of support it was. If the copy was stupid enough to not realize I meant long-distance support, then she was an idiot." Eliwood snickered. "Besides, you guys knew what to do."

"Swarm her and kill her if you were losing?" Marcus looked down from his steed.

"Exactly." Eliwood shrugged. "Like I said. There's a big difference between being smart and being brave."

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Eliwood's Magic Sword - Durandal

Eliwood's main weapon is the Durandal. A sword that measures almost over six feet in length, its might and durability are unrivaled in the land. It is around one foot and three inches in width and it is a double-bladed weapon and its edge length is four inches. Naturally, it is extremely heavy. However, because of the magic inherent in the blade, Eliwood, a man not renowned for his strength, may wield it with ease. Things that are best noted with this weapon is that its size and length require the user to utilize like a polearm or staff rather than a sword.

Durandal is not a weapon for quick and easy strikes. Heavy, powerful slashes are what the Durandal excels at. However, this weakness can also be turned into a blessing due to the weapon's inherent magic properties. Not only does it have a lesser weight than another weapon with the same statistics, but it also has the ability to shrink, which explains how Eliwood can carry it around. If you can utilize this property well enough, it is possible to transform the weapon into a dagger or into a workable short sword.

Chris: If you don't like my boring little analytical speeches on the weapons…Oh well. I'm still putting them in. Blah.

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