Author's Note - As some of you may know, following this story, my main story will be a crossover between Fire Emblem and Total Drama Island (tentatively titled Nintendotal Drama Island.) While this story is no where near complete, that is one that would require time and planning to write. Now, I'm sure you're asking "What does that have to do with me?" And, dear reader, here is the interactive part. For an undetermined period of time, I have a poll with the first 60 Fire Emblem characters that came to my head, as well as an option for author's choice (that would be one slot, not the entire roster.) Everyone who voted gets 20 votes, and the 20 most popular choices will feature in the story. I would like to start planning for it as soon as possible, so vote! The poll is on my profile. As always, feel free to favorite/follow/comment on this story, but no pressure. Have a pleasant day. - 1%
The large Risen with the huge, dull axe did as much damage to the castle as he could. His goal was to make it unlivable. He did exactly that, somehow managing to destroy, among other things, thick brick walls that had quite possibly stood for centuries prior to the battle. They collapsed with relative ease, and that brought him great joy, or as much joy as an emotionless corpse living for the sole purpose of killing could feel. He ran into a few guards as well. The first he saw was looking rather depressed, like he had been yelled at, or insulted by someone. The Risen didn't care. The axe fell, just the same. The guard readied his shield, but the Risen smashed through it in a single blow, connecting with the unfortunate man's ribs, shattering them. He fell to the group in pain. The Risen finished him with ease, and his axe ran red with blood. He made quick work of some other minimally trained guards, and sections of the castle, before moving on to the main event. The exalted whelp and her little friends. He called the rest of the Risen to him. He sent most to the throne room, to distract whomever was in there. He took with him a crack team of some of the worst Risen imaginable, their strength akin to that of the Deadlords. When he heard the explosion from the door, he knew it was time.
With Stahl and Sully in position, Miriel sprinted up the stairs, intent on warning the children. She ran quickly and quietly, reaching the top in almost no time at all. She went to the room of her son first. She knocked three times, urgently. He opened the door.
"Hello, Mother." The 10 year old said.
"Laurent. I request your assistance with something."
"Another science experiment?"
"Alas, I fear not. The castle is under attack. This area, I suspect will be prone to attack by walking cadavers in a moment or two. Lucina seems a prime target. I require you to assist me in gathering all of the children, and bringing them to any room but hers. Whichever is the most spacious, I fear I know little of that matter. Is all clear, Son?"
Laurent stood for a moment, and looked incredibly weak for about as long. He regained his composure. "Of course, Mother."
"Then let us away. Stahl and Sully are currently guarding the staircase, and I fear they will not hold long without my assistance."
Miriel and Laurent went to warn the children, and ended up bringing them to Nah's room, as it was the largest.
Stahl heard the rumbling of the Risen's feet. He knew they must be right around the corner. Before they arrived, however, Sully pushed him up against the wall, and kissed him.
"Just in case." His wife explained.
Not that Stahl would have required one. Sully stepped back, her sword eagerly in her hands. The Risen appeared quickly, flooding from almost every direction.
"I love you." Stahl spoke as he swung his sword at the first Risen in range. He and Sully had a system, and it would prove to be most effective. However, it would not be enough. After being pushed back a quarter of the way up the narrow staircase, Stahl was felled by a blow from a sword. He looked at Sully once, desperately, before falling to the ground. He was trampled under the feet of the undead.
Miriel took a last cursory glance around Nah's room. Everything seemed to be in order. She had given Laurent one of her simpler tomes to defend them, and Lucina possessed a blade of iron, presumably given to her by Chrom. She knew it wouldn't be enough, should the time come, but at the very least they would take some of the bastards with them. She nodded, and spoke one last time before leaving.
"No one leave this room. Let one of us come and get you. Should you no longer hear fighting, presume the worst. If at all possible, hide. Lucina. I place the life of my child, as well as the lives of the children of others into you your hands. I know they shall prove capable."
Miriel heard the fighting grow closer and closer. She left the room then, and heard it lock behind her. She ran to the staircase she had left the knights fighting at. In it, she saw a wounded Sully fighting off the Risen alone, almost reaching the top. When she saw the precarious situation the defenses were in, she almost regretted warning the children. Seemingly out of no where, she produced a time of thoron, and joined Sully in the frey.
Sully's heart died momentarily with her husband. However, she couldn't let it distract her. It came back a moment later, filled with the passion of a thousand angry Sullys.
"Die, you motherfucking bastards! I hope you rot in Hell with the rest of the shit you belong with!"
For a moment, she managed to push the Risen back. Then, there was the blow. A particularly sharp axe was swung at her left side, while a sword went for her head. She tried to parry both, and was able to stop the sword. However, the axe went deep into her side, piercing her armor, and causing her much pain. She cried out, ad tried to turn the pain into rage. However, she found that moving her left arm was in scarcely working operation, and her hand fell from her sword, falling limply at her side. She was forced, then, to wield her sword one handed. That may not have been a problem were she mounted, but she was on foot, and placed her at a disadvantage, perhaps even fully ruining the advantage she had from fighting Risen coming up hill. They pushed her to the top of the staircase, where she found Miriel.
"Move." Miriel was next to Sully, who was now off of the staircase, fought her best to hold the Risen.
"Are you fucking crazy?"
Miriel pushed her out of the way, and Sully fell to the ground.
"Thoron!" Miriel casted down the staircase, devastating all of the Risen that had been climbing up it.
Sully looked at her from the ground, eyes wide from amazement. Miriel turned to face Sully, light gleaming wickedly off of her glasses.
"It was simple mathematics. Frankly, I am surprised the Risen hadn't'-" Miriel was interrupted, rudely, by a blunt throwing axe, which caught her in the head. Ordinarily, this axe would have been so dull, if thrown by one of average strength, it would at it's worse, knock one unconscious. Unfortunately, it was thrown by the Risen who seemed to be rather fond of blunt axes, and her intelligent head shattered in a burst of blood and gore. Her body fell lifelessly to the ground, as Sully watched in horror.
Sully was shocked. She stood as fast as she could, and tried to face the huge Risen that had come up the stairs. She had no idea how he's gotten to the top so quickly, but here he was. She shouted as she tried to swing at it with her sword. The attempt came across as halfhearted, although it was not, and the Risen blocked it easily. In fact, it did more than block it. Looking straight into Sully's eyes, the Risen grabbed the arm holding the sword, and squeezed. It shattered as if it were glass. Sully's eyes bulged in pain as she felt the bone fragment into hundreds of pieces. She blacked out, unable to handle the pain she was in.