World Of Revelations Part 0.5

"I-It's an honor to have the opportunity to meet you, Hero-King Marth." The queen of Askr, who had her children sitting next to her, had to admit that this was one of the most unexpected things in her entire life.

Sure, the fact that Askr and Embla opened gates to the different worlds of the past caused that. The ancient monarchs had met the heroes of those worlds multiple times despite how much they wanted the mineral extraction to be discreet, but... This had to be the first time, at least in this version of Askr in the multiverse, that the heroes had accessed their world through a portal and not through an invocation as intended.

"The honor is mine." Marth, sitting in another chair with Caeda by his side, rubbed his chin. "As far as I know, this world is supposed to be in the future of mine, should I then assume that the title of "hero-king" is something that I will receive later in my life?"

Alfonse, with a much more neutral expression than usual, nodded and proceeded to reply. "Veronica's arrival in your world must have prevented you from initiating the ceremony where you would be named that way officially by the monarchs of your allied nations." Still, the guilt inside of him was clear as Alfonse then seemed to take more interest in looking at the ground.

"Well, I think that's a title worthy of you," Caeda commented while scratching her hair, her gaze still denoting nervousness.

Nothing to be surprised if one remembered that she had encountered the Caeda who was already working for The Order Of Heroes.

Both had decided "telepathically" to ignore each other once they understood that, although they were technically the same person, their stories would not necessarily go in the same direction from that point.

The Caeda that came from the portal could tell that she detected some kind of… wish or something like that coming from her counterpart.

"Regardless of what is going to happen in my future, I suppose that I should, first of all, apologize for advancing into Askarian territory with an army and without permission." The future king of Altea closed his eyes as he began to explain.

"Unfortunately, sending a message through a delivery courier was impractical as communication with the Emblian prisoners only seems to be possible with some of my partners and, because of that, we would have not known of the location of your capital."

"The brain translator is a headache." Alfonse nodded, simple normal soldiers would not be considered enough by Veronica to receive the magic that the heroes received and by extension the translator. If they wanted to receive the directions, the heroes themselves had to come to Askr.

"In any case, you were looking for us to join us so we can fight together against Embla correct?" Sharena asked. Usually, she would have her classic smile, but what she had been through with her brother moments ago still bothered her.

Marth nodded. "We couldn't do it immediately as we wished after we were released, but now that everything is, more or less, in order we cannot allow the Emblian empire to not be brought to justice."

Queen Henriette nodded with a smile at first "We are certainly grateful for your support," Before her face denoted concern. "Especially since Embla appears to have formed some kind of alliance with the kingdom of Nohr."

"I think I remember Anna saying that Roy is returning to his world and that maybe he would bring some of his friends to assist us as well. Or at least that's what Commander Anna told me. " Sharena commented.

"And the heroes of the world of Awakening are already on our side as well." Alfonse closed his eyes.

"It seems that we all have pending accounts with Veronica." Caeda reflected.

"And it will be a pleasure to have join forces with you. Now, I know you are interested in going to Embla as soon as possible, but for now, the grandmaster is ensuring the mountainous area of the original border is perfectly secured so there won't be an invasion on Emblian territory anytime soon, but your help would be appreciated in the Order Of Heroes. "

"I thought the Order was the main army?" Caeda inclined her head in confusion.

"If that was true, we would leave Askr unprotected every time we liberate a world." Alfonse clarified.

Queen Henriette nodded. "The Order of Heroes is an elite squad made up of our best soldiers and heroes to release the various worlds, but our grand master's army deals directly with the empire."

"I understand." Marth sighed. "Does that mean we are on standby?"

"Probably not for too long." Henriette smiled at the hero-king. "If everything goes according to plan we should receive a letter saying that another portal has been captured and then you can go into action.

"That sounds fantastic." Marth smiled back. "It will be an honor to fight together for a common goal."

"I believe that, again, the honor will be ours." The Queen of Askr was happy.

"This brings me back memories," Caeda said as her eyes were lost in her mind. "You always managed to get new people to fight for our cause. Although I guess this time it was them who "recruited us"."

It seemed Embla's subsequent defeat and the end of the war were not very away in the future.

For the first time after more than one year, the possibility of peace was something that did not seem like fantasy and, instead, the Askarians felt they could almost reach it.

Finally, things were going in the right direction.


This did not mean the prince felt better though...

In the training room at Embla Castle, the soldiers had been instructed to increase the hours spent strengthening themselves as Askr was recovering ground.

And two people, in particular, took this order very seriously.

A blue-haired and blue-eyed woman in mostly black armor blocked a vertical slash from her opponent, then deflected the sword using her shield. She then blocked another attack from her opponent's left sword with the force of her spear.

The black-haired, purple-eyed warrior increased the speed of his attacks with two swords, jumping around with great speed to finish behind his opponent and attempt a lunge.

A certain group of soldiers, also of members of the royal guard, was enjoying the view a bit. "Kick her ass, Erwin!" yelled a wizard with green hair and red eyes. He did have a sword at his waist, however.

A Pegasus rider with red hair just like her eyes had her arms crossed as she watched the scene with some interest, but not that much.

"Nilsa is not going to fall, you know damn well that neither of them has been able to defeat the other, everything always ends in a draw."

The magician laughed. "There is always a first time for everything."

A blonde-haired, blue-eyed mage was a bit more focused on firing her electrical magic at the various dolls to test how quickly she could extract the energy from the pages of the tomes.

Erwin failed to connect his attack with Nilsa's body as Nilsa quickly jumped forward and immediately turned around to launch a torrent of lunges that Erwin began to dodge by moving from to left and right as needed, and sometimes blocking with his sword. Technically, starting to run around Nilsa would have been more practical but this was training so he preferred to think that such a thing was not a possibility, as if he was cornered, and act with that idea in mind.

Nilsa, on the other hand, seeing that her fighting style was not giving many results, used her shield to push Erwin's right sword and, instead of a thrust, she moved her spear in such a way that it also pushed the left sword at the same time she was jumping forward again.

Any normal soldier would already be doomed to lose in a situation like this if their opponent was Nilsa.

But Erwin, of course, was different. He jumped up insanely fast and ended up swinging his legs forward, kicking Nilsa on both the face and her chest.

She naturally backed off as a result.

It didn't take to Erwin much time to get back on his feet and in a defensive position.

Their battle would go on longer apparently.

It had always been this way almost as long as they could both remember. Their military training had begun as soon as they could hold training weapons, even if they were small in size.

This group of five were not the only ones that the best Emblian generals had trained since childhood, but all of them were, without a doubt, the strongest ones... or the at very least the most skillful ones.

And they couldn't be more honored about that.

They would fight for their nation and lead it to glory.

As Erwin and Nilsa kept trying to overpower each other, the blonde magician finished part of her training. "Do you think they will allow us to fight Askr soon?" she asked.

"They better send us into combat as soon as possible." The Pegasus knight growled. "We have not trained all of our lives just to have to waste all of our talents just fighting petty insignificant and weak rebellions."

"On that, I agree, but they insist that they will not send us to the front lines until we have completed all our training." The mage in green shook his head in frustration.

"But… what else do they want us to do?! It's more than obvious that we could, each one of us, fight a few heroes and probably win!" The blonde magician cast an electrical spell against a jug, destroying it.

How did she know that? it was an easy guess... for them.

The green magician shrugged. "At least it is possible that, if Askr is defeated before we are called to action, we can enjoy our great strength when we invade Nilf or Nidavel."

"By then we will have an army of heroes that will be almost infinite, we will be lucky if there is some challenge left in the task." The Pegasus knight complained.

They were already the elite of the army of the new generation, dedicated to protecting the princess and next queen to whom they had sworn allegiance, as long as she was in the capital ... but they were eager to exterminate Askarian rats and protect Veronica anywhere she needed them.

In a moment of force applied by the two warriors in black and blue, their weapons ended up flying and falling away.

"Tie." Both Erwin and Nilsa said at the same time, it was already something they were too used to seeing.

Something they didn't know was that someone was watching them.

A certain prince (or former prince) had a bad feeling about these soldiers.

They were perhaps even younger than him and Alfonse... and yet... so much strength... even if they had received the best training...


Being the king of Valla was not an easy job compared to ruling Nohr and Hoshido.

Not that being a monarch in itself was easy, but having to take charge of such an isolated nation in the most north part of the continent was much more difficult than usual.

Especially because... well, having to rebuild a nation that had almost run out of inhabitants after his... father... had usurped the throne previously would make the rebuilding job very difficult.

The detail that Anankos was his father no longer bothered him as much as before... but this was still a secret that no one outside his close friends and family should know about him. Otherwise, it was likely that he would end up being exiled by his subjects.

Although fishing was the main means of obtaining food, the winters in this part of the world were comparable to those suffered by the ice tribe.

This, naturally, further delayed reconstruction efforts.

Every army, be it made of soldiers or workers, walks on the weight of their stomachs after all.

And then there was the fact that... his siblings had stopped sending messengers a while ago.

At first, he thought maybe it was just a random delay. There could be multiple causes that forced Xander and Ryoma to delay trying to communicate with him... even if both things happening at the same time sounded unusual.

Days became weeks... weeks became months... months became a year...

And perhaps the scariest detail of all.

When he sent a few messengers himself in an attempt to get an idea of what might be happening back at his old nations but without having to neglect his obligations to the people of Valla... they never came back.

He couldn't abandon his subjects so soon… but after so much time, it had been enough.

"Etas yut rasu vos poudes fatre esce pentas jo esam awjos? (Are you sure you can do this while I'm gone?)" the half-dragon warrior king didn't have a great army, but after destroying Anankos he could tell that he had enough self-confidence that he could defeat almost anything without feeling arrogant.

His sword rested at his waist, ready for a new battle if necessary.

A woman with blue hair, golden eyes, and a white dress stroked his back to reassure him. " Yut saves qui, at les ojeux de las gentas, jo som la vertru heireda de Valla yn jo teai apreis mucoup stong sur govelin pentas jo etara una prinses de Hoshido (You know that, in the eyes of the people, I am the true heir of Valla and I have also learned a great deal about ruling in my days as princess of Hoshido)."

The dragon-king sighed. "Jo savei, jo simplamant me prorry qui la storia se repatrara de alme matenra pentas jo esam en autra liegar. (I know, I just worry that history will somehow repeat itself while I'm away.)" He looked at the city uncertainly.

"Qui un impoper apaitre? (That a usurper appears?)" The woman proceeded to hug him.

"En patea... aunlt la thosa qui plas me asuscaria qui las circustancias de mi neezimento... buell... (In part... although the thing that would scare me the most would be that the circumstances of my birth... well..." He shook his head and gritted his teeth.

"Ah... (Oh...)" That was something that made that inner fear even more understandable.

"No te prorryies, narien va a parriver me (Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to me)."

He sighed again before returning the hug. "Etrs por esat qui te deav con los mest de los mest paour cuille de ti (That's why I'm leaving the best of the best to take care of you)."

"At first I didn't understand why, but now I see that you always want to take care of me." She smiled kindly at him. "Mercias, mi amur (Thanks, my love)."

"Jo debou proteger te deses de todut, mi zaphisa (I must protect you after all, my sapphire)." He finally showed a smile before claiming her lips as his once more.

That day the King of Valla left the capital with a mission in mind... and nothing was going to stop him until he discovered the truth.


Raigh knew that having to take care of Bernadetta would be a… special case… to say it softly.

But he certainly didn't imagine that one day he would have to force her out of her room to almost practically dragging her across much of the castle so that she could take a bath...

He knew she was traumatized, very well, but that did not change the fact he was annoyed.

In a completely different matter, there was also the fact of trying to replicate Embla's curse in an attempt to better understand its mechanisms and, who knows, maybe be able to extract a good use of having it? If Embla was going to play dirty why not Askr too?

The first test subjects died miserably after receiving a dose of black magic the same size that he had extracted. This reinforced what Raigh had feared from the beginning. If this happened when introducing such a quantity quickly, when extracting it was obvious that the same would happen.

What ensured that many heroes the order had fought did not die while being defeated was probably the fact the first version of the curse was not introduced into the brain and the fact they lost the dark magic through bleeding.

At least he could use that to think that maybe part of the reason why Florina was in such bad shape was not so much due to the way the magic was extracted from her but rather to how it was introduced into her body in the first place... and that made his consciousness feel a little better.

Raigh guessed that having instruments like syringes would be a huge help in introducing black magic to his victims more easily, but he didn't have time to properly experiment with that because the letter requesting the presence of the Order of Heroes in the portal area finally arrived.

Although he could not take the test subjects with him because they were prisoners, at least he was allowed to take Florina and the other captured cursed heroes to continue observing their condition and to analyze how Florina's health recovery progressed.

And that was just what he was doing at that moment inside a tent.

"Can you understand me?" Raigh asked. On his lap was a notebook in which the cleric that took care of Florina had been writing down everything she had seen.

He was grateful that this magical translator allowed him to understand the Askarian language.

"…Yes… you… you are… that black wizard… that freed me… correct?…" This woman's voice was fragile, like, a lot.

He learned that Florina herself was prone to similar nervous attacks, although not at the same level of intensity, compared to Bernadetta's… but this was different. The woman seemed very barely able to stay connected to reality. While she didn't seem to be delirious, there was still a delay in her actions.

"The same." Raigh simply confirmed her question, but other than that he made no other move.

She watched him for about 30 seconds as she approached his face, apparently to analyze him until she slowly moved her index finger under her mouth.

It was a relief that she could do basic motor actions on her own again.

"… H… how… how long… has it been?" she blinked many times while talking.

"Since you were infected by this curse?" Raigh asked.

She nodded very slowly, but enough to confirm that that was her question.

"I honestly have no idea, whoever put this curse on your mind I haven't even seen them, I just managed to remove the damn thing."

Florina's face denoted sadness for a while, then she seemed to be interested in something on his face. "You... you look like..."

"Like who?" Raigh was interested in this, he was happy to confirm that the woman seemed to be able to have complex thoughts as he wrote that down.

"An... old friend..." Her face turned depressed again.

Considering that Blazing's world was the past of his world (or at least a very similar one) and that his mother spent quality time with the other Florina made him quickly connect the dots. "Her name was Nino?"

Slowly, this Florina's face turned into confusion. "H... how do you know?"

"I've heard of her." Raigh guessed that telling him the whole truth at this moment might not be very smart, who knows what kind of effect telling her things as complicated as time travel mixed with parallel universes could generate? Not to mention, based on what he learned from his mentor, the Nino of the universe where this Florina came from was dead.

He was not a mental health care professional, but he figured this had to be done slowly and carefully. Causing her shock and confusion was just something that… just didn't sound like a good idea at all.

"Can you tell me if you require anything?" It was time to examine more details related to brain capabilities.

She took a long time to answer, but not so long because it seemed that she had a slow response capability... rather, it looked that the reason was that she was thinking. "C-Could I… see… the sunlight… again?"

It was something technically symbolic, Raigh supposed.

He nodded and made a confirmation sound. Although he initially helped her up as if she was an old woman, Raigh had to genuinely smile as Florina began to walk on her own. Very slowly, but this at least confirmed that the part of the brain that controlled the balance had not been significantly damaged.

True, when she had the curse she was perfectly capable of fighting but, again, he always feared that the process of extracting could have caused the slightest inconvenience.


The Prince of Askr decided to use the time of travel to the gate by staying away from everyone and reflecting on his situation.

At that moment, he was sitting in his tent with a look quite lost in the realm of thoughts.

He knew that having opened the portals was a pretty big mistake... from the little he remembered about his father is that he had most likely yelled at him and punished him for years... he knew that there would be people who would doubt his capacity to take the throne in the future, that was part of the reason he joined the order in the first place, to seek to regain his honor.

But he did not expect that people will start praising someone else so that they will take the place he was going to inherit by birthright.

Although if he thought about it more deeply... just like he thought about it before, maybe this was proof that being born royalty didn't make you worthy in the first place...

Perhaps he was little less than a loser trying to reach a goal that was really beyond his grasp.

What was the use of having the strength to compete against some of the strongest heroes if he was not able to receive the support of his people?

It was unlikely that he would be considered worthy of attempting to pull Fólkvangr out from its pedestal given the situation...

And that's without mentioning the fact that… it was his fault that Zacharis was dead.

There wasn't much point in wanting to continue believing that his friend was alive. He could keep clinging to that silly hope... or take the more practical path and begin to realize that he would most likely never see Zacharias again.

It seemed that the only thing he was good at was messing things up and causing disaster.

That was why they had had to summon someone from another world to fix his mess.

What would he do if they swapped places?

However, asking that question triggered a memory.


"I wonder... I'm so willing to be the best king as possible... but... wouldn't it be a better idea... to give the throne to anybody more... capable?"

"...Okay, let's be honest, had I been a manipulative power-hungry bastard, I would have told you to give it to me... but..." He pointed with his finger to the prince. "You, my amigo, deserve your throne. And I can say it with no doubt because you are the first politician I've ever met that has demonstrated to me that he's not a corrupt garbage piece of shit!"


True… maybe people didn't believe...

No.

People didn't trust him… and neither did he very much in himself… but Kiran had told him that he was worthy.


"Keep moving forward! Accept reality as it is and continue with your life."


Another memory that echoed in his mind...

The reality was that everything his citizens said was true... but the reality was also that the person who they believed was his replacement... did not want to replace him at all. Instead, he had taught him 5 rules so that he could figure out for himself how to understand reality, in addition to various other pieces of advice...

The reality was that, most likely, if he was here, he would yell at him for wasting time feeling sorry for himself instead of focusing his determination on regaining his honor...

The important question would be… could he pull it off?

Alone? Probably not... but he had the support of his sister, his mother... and who, without much room for doubt, was his new best friend.

He... could achieve it... he could imagine it, a future where he regained the trust of his people... the confidence in himself...

And none of that sounded unrealistic.

That he would probably have to keep living with internal guilt?

That was true.

But nothing implied that he had to be thinking about it all the time or that he could not do things to try to make up for his mistake.

If he had prevented many of the heroes of the world of Binding from coming into existence... then he would make sure that Zephiel didn't start his war in the first place.

If he had opened the portals by mistake... he would not only close them, but he would seek alternatives to not depend so much on those portals anymore.

After all, the future was getting closer than ever thanks to all the knowledge from the Terrans they were obtaining.

He stood up. His face did not have a smile, but the apparent depression had almost disappeared.

He transformed his palm into a fist as he felt the determination filling his "soul".


Marth stared at the portal that would lead them to the world they would have to liberate.

He had a doubt.

"Is it normal that on the other side it seems to be nighttime?"

"Gates are partly bridges between two points in time, so one half may be at a different hour from the other," Anna explained, considering whether it was a good idea to cross the portal right now or wait until daylight on the other side the same way they did in the world of Awakening.

"It was difficult for me to adapt my sleep cycles during the first few days," Robin remembered feeling that feeling of now everything makes sense when she discovered the time difference.

During the battle in Ylisse's capital, she wondered why Askr's troops were in perfect condition for battle.

She shouldn't miss the opportunity to be the one with this ace inside her sleeve this time... but she shouldn't get cocky either, it could perfectly turn to be a double-edged sword strategy.

"I would suggest staying to defend the area for some time." The Askrian strategist Karl commented to the newcomers. "This is the portal to the realms of Nohr and Hoshido after all. Veronica most likely sent reinforcements at a faster rate than usual. "

"Since losing this portal means losing the support of Nohr that, until recently, she seemed to receive?" Anna asked, but it was more like simply stating the obvious.

"Xander is unlikely to be on the other side, but you have to be careful." Karl shrugged.

"Are there two kingdoms full of heroes behind this portal?" Robin asked. "I must assume that they had been at war with each other recently, otherwise I do not get to explain how Veronica conquered them so easily."

"That is partly one of the reasons." The Prince of Askr confirmed. "This would make the second time a third agent has taken advantage of the conflict between Hoshido and Nohr. The first would be Valla. " Alfonse continued looking at the portal without moving at all, probably repeating the idea of guarding the entrance in case soldiers started to enter Askr through it while the Order and the normal army were not looking at it.

"It's too bad Corrin left with Kiran. She knows that continent better than we do. " Anna sighed.

"We will have to handle the situation with what we have." Robin struck her left palm with her right fist in the area near her chest. She then approached Karl. "I'll better prepare the Order of Heroes to support the defense."

"The faster the better." Karl closed his eyes and shrugged again.


First thing I must do: I gotta thank Half-beastdragonsoul2013 for helping me to choose the names of the two first warriors of the Emblian royal guard. They also helped me as a beta reader of the chapter. Te quiero mucho Souly!

Believe it or not, the route of Revelations was the one that caused me the least headaches of all the Fates's timelines. At least I finally completed watching all the story and I feel no need to ever do that again for the sake of my mind XD.

I have a list of stuff I'm gonna change of Fates plot to make it work a little better. It's not a masterpiece but honestly anything a person with an average level of intelligence could come with are better ideas than the ones they included into this fucking game lol.

The most obvious you can notice is Valla not existing in a parallel universe or some crap like that. I mean, I could have accepted that if they had not told me the entrance is at the bottom of a stupid canyon... I mean, hello? inertia is a thing you know? even if you get transported you'll end up fucking smashed against the ground of the "secret country" (and let's clarify that the actual thing that kills you is the sudden stop, whether it's grass, concrete, a car, a building, or somebody's arms. Thus, perhaps a more appropriate saying would be "Your velocity can't hurt you until you try to change it") so entering Valla would be a deadly situation anyway (Although I gotta admit I can't help but laugh while imagining Xander and the others throwing their horses at the void lol). You can be sure the stupid crystal and special throne are not existing too and more stuff you'll discover later.

Please remember that in this story I introduced a version of Nidavellir first, so my version is not gonna match the canon one (I mean, let's just look at Fáfnir who has a counterpart in Fenri, the little boy Fjorm is taking care of! XD). Perhaps I'm gonna adopt some of the characters but don't expect them to have either the exact same name or personality. (Even less expect to see the whole mecha stuff, they are an invaded nation here lol)

I noticed that having so many subplots with the heroes is kinda slowing the pacing of the story... although people seem to like them.

I also wanted to mention another fanfic of FEH: A Hero At Heart by DuelistGalt12. It's mostly one-shots but they are good ones. Take a look at them if you desire.

I would like to see... don't you think they have overused the concept of the traitor in the canon version of FEH? I mean: Eir, Katarina, Loki disguised as Yglr, now Eitri... it's just fucking boring at this point. lol

Anyway, it's nice to be able to write more for this story again. See you next time!