Hello, fellow fanfiction writers and/or readers! It's me, Neutral Samurai Hunter, bringing you a Fire Emblem crossover story that I've thought up for some time now.

As for my old story, I have to admit that I've lost interest in continuing it further. But who knows, maybe after posting several chapters in this story, I may be able to regain enough motivation to write the other story.

Anyway, this is going to be the first time that I'm going to write a Fire Emblem fanfiction. As readers, you can offer critiques, suggestions, and even advice. Any constructive criticism and other such pieces of advice in your reviews are highly cherished and appreciated to improve the story.

Now, let us begin this story...


Emblems And Heroes

A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

Chapter 1: From Zenith to Elyos


Deep within the Keep of the Golden Seer, Kiran Pathfinder stood alone against Gullveig, the formidable Golden Seer herself. The air crackled with tension as Kiran's allies, Alfonse, Sharena, and Anna, had been erased from existence by Gullveig's malevolent powers.

"Alfonse, Sharena, Anna... All your allies are gone," The Golden Seer explained in an emotionless tone. "And now, you are all that remains."

Kiran, resolute in the face of despair, squared their shoulders and met Gullveig's gaze.

"There is always a way to save you from your cruel fate," Kiran retorted, his voice filled with unwavering determination. Gullveig seemed unfazed by Kiran's rebuttal.

Gullveig dismissed Kiran's words with a dismissive wave of her hand, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Unfortunately, time is cruel, isn't it? Goodbye, Kiran…" Her form began to radiate a brilliant golden light, engulfing the room with its ethereal glow.


As the blinding light enveloped the Keep, Kiran closed his eyes, bracing themselves for whatever fate awaited him.

Suddenly, he felt weightless, as if floating in the vastness of space-time itself. Amidst the disorienting sensation, a voice resonated through Kiran's mind.

'Fear not, my child… The Golden Seer has no power over this realm…'

Kiran opened his eyes and saw that he was standing on the void between time and space, and the entity that was a male figure. His features were strikingly similar to that of Kiran, down to even wearing a hood that concealed his face. Then, the mysterious man spoke to Kiran once again.

'My Summoner… Do you still wish to live?'

"Yes… I do want to live…" Kiran replied without hesitation, their voice echoing out into the cosmic void.

From what Kiran could discern, the mysterious man smiled, apparently satisfied with Kiran's answer.

'Good answer, my child… For you to survive, I must use my remaining power to send you to an unknown world that has not been explored… An unknown world that has its own Fire Emblem…'

Kiran's eyes widened as the mysterious man name-dropped the term 'Fire Emblem'. From what Kiran knows so far, a Fire Emblem is a concept that allows heroes to defy the odds and seize victory from the jaws of defeat.

Kiran glanced at the Breidablik that holstered on his belt and remembered that the Heroes he had summoned were from worlds that had their own Fire Emblem.

'For the time being, I shall send you to that unknown world…' The mysterious man spoke. 'To a world called Elyos. You must survive, make friends, and summon your Heroes in Elyos until the time comes that you have to return to Zenith… I shall be watching over you, my Summoner…'

The mysterious man raised his right hand, which glowed in a brilliant white hue. As Kiran's gaze was fixated on the light, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked anything about the mysterious man.

"Wait!" Kiran pleaded. "Before you can send me away, I don't know who you are, or what your name is."

'I promise that I'll reveal my name to you at least, but time is running short,' The mysterious man answered. 'But for now, I must send you to Elyos right away.'

The right hand of the mysterious man glowed brightly in the time-space void they were in, forcing Kiran to close his eyes once again.

As Kiran's consciousness adjusted to the transition, he felt a surge of hope coursing through his veins. Elyos beckoned, a realm where his skills and resolve would be put to the ultimate test. With renewed determination, Kiran prepared to embrace his new destiny and forge a path in this uncharted world.


Kiran's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself surrounded by an expansive open field, lush with vibrant vegetation. In the distance, a structure caught his attention, its form partially obscured by the greenery. Confusion washed over Kiran as he muttered to himself, questioning if this was indeed Elyos, the world he had been promised.

"Jeez, and being in the void between time and space is rough," Kiran muttered. "I wonder if I'm even in Elyos at all…"

"Halt, what are you doing here on this sacred ground?" A masculine voice called out to Kiran.

As Kiran looked around in search of who had spoken to him, the rhythmic sound of a horse's hooves reached his ears. Kiran turned his head and beheld an elderly man, donned in steel armor adorned with intricate blue accents, riding towards him. The old man brought his horse to a halt, his gaze fixated on Kiran with a hint of suspicion.

"I am Vander," The old man introduced himself, his voice gruff yet tinged with wisdom. "Who are you and what, may I ask, are you doing here in Somniel?"

Caught off guard, Kiran's mind raced to find an adequate explanation. He stammered, his words stumbling over each other in his nervousness.

"I...uh… I am Kiran," Kiran stammered as he replied. "I must have...uh...lost my way. I didn't mean to intrude."

Vander let out a weary sigh, his eyes softening slightly. From what Kiran could discern from his facial expressions, Vander seemed to be in a hurry to meet someone.

"Intruder or not, Kiran, you find yourself in the presence of great importance. Come, accompany me," Vander said, his voice commanding yet tinged with weariness. "We mustn't waste any more time. We must awaken the Divine One, Alear, from her slumber."

Kiran's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the Divine One. The weight of the situation began to settle upon him, and he realized that his arrival in this unfamiliar world held far greater significance than he could have ever imagined.

"Alright," Kiran agreed. "I'll accompany you."

With a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, Kiran nodded, accepting Vander's invitation. As he followed the armored elder, his mind buzzed with questions and anticipation. What adventures awaited him in this land of Elyos? And what role did he have to play in the awakening of the Divine One?

As Kiran's footsteps fell in sync with Vander's horse's steady trot, he couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he would face them head-on, for he carried the hopes of his lost allies and the destiny of Elyos upon his shoulders.


Kiran's gaze flickered down to the Breidablik holstered securely on his belt, its presence a comforting reminder of his abilities. He couldn't help but wonder if this mystical artifact would function in a foreign world like Elyos. The uncertainty gnawed at him, but he pushed the thought aside for now, focusing on the task at hand.

As Vander and Kiran continued their journey, their footsteps resonating with purpose, they finally reached their destination. The structure before them, towering and majestic, housed the slumbering Alear. Vander's voice carried a tone of reverence as he spoke, causing Kiran to listen intently.

"This is Somniel," Vander whispered, his voice filled with awe, "The dwelling place of the Divine One. Remember, Kiran, you must treat Alear with utmost respect and honor."

Kiran nodded solemnly, his determination deepening. He understood the weight of the responsibility that had been thrust upon him, and he vowed to carry it with grace and reverence.

With measured steps, the two men crossed the threshold of the fortress, entering a world brimming with ancient power. As if on cue, they were greeted by two figures, identical in appearance and radiating an aura of ethereal wisdom. Clanne and Framme, the Stewards of the Dragon, stood before them, their presence commanding attention.

"Welcome, Vander," Framme spoke, her voice melodic and tinged with warmth. And then, he stared at Kiran with curiosity. "And a visitor? Who might you be?"

"Oh? Uh, I'm Kiran… Kiran Pathfinder," Kiran introduced himself. "You can just call me Kiran."

"Nice to meet you, Kiran!" Framme replied and smiled at Kiran. "The time for the Divine One's return draws near."

Kiran's heart skipped a beat as he exchanged a glance with Vander. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and a surge of excitement coursed through his veins. He had come so far, and now, he stood on the precipice of an extraordinary moment.

Clanne, the other twin, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

"Alear has sensed your arrival the moment she woke up from her slumber, Kiran," Clanne said, his voice resonating with ancient knowledge. "She specifically awaits for you. Are you ready to meet her?"

A mix of emotions swirled within Kiran as he absorbed the weight of those words. The path that had led him to this moment, filled with uncertainty and trepidation, suddenly felt purposeful and clear.

With a steady breath, Kiran stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Clanne and Framme.

"Lead the way," Kiran said, his voice filled with determination. "Let us awaken the Divine One, Alear, and embrace the destiny that awaits."


As Kiran, Vander, Clanne, and Framme stepped into Alear's bedroom, their eyes fell upon her, sitting regally on her bed. Alear, the Divine One, was awake, her presence radiating with an otherworldly aura. Vander, Clanne, and Framme exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the significance of this moment.

Vander took a step forward, his voice filled with respect. "Divine One, I am Vander, Steward of the Dragon. I have dedicated my life to serving you and protecting the balance of the realms."

Clanne and Framme followed suit, introducing themselves with a mixture of reverence and humility. "I am Clanne, Steward of the Dragon, honored to be in your presence," Clanne said, her voice filled with unwavering loyalty.

"And I am Framme, Steward of the Dragon, here to fulfill my duty as your loyal servant," Framme added, his voice echoing with a sense of purpose.

Alear's eyes, filled with wisdom beyond her years, turned towards Kiran. There was something in her gaze, a recognition that sent a shiver down Kiran's spine. He took a step forward, finding his voice amidst the sudden surge of emotions.

"I am Kiran Pathfinder," He began, his voice steady but tinged with curiosity. "I have been chosen to accompany your 3 Stewards and agreed to meet with you."

Alear leaned forward, her gaze fixed on Kiran, a spark of familiarity igniting within her eyes.

"I have seen you," Alear blurted out, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and wonder.

Kiran's eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest. "You have seen me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alear nodded, a smile gracing her lips. She stared at Kiran intently, as if she was recalling something from her memories.

"Kiran… In my dreams," Alear explained, her voice carrying an air of certainty. "I have seen you fighting alongside three others, facing a powerful woman clad in gold."

Kiran's breath caught in his throat as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Gullveig, the Golden Seer that can manipulate time, the one who sought to unravel the fabric of their world. Alear had seen Kiran battling against her, a revelation that sent a surge of determination coursing through his veins.

Clanne and Framme exchanged glances, their curiosity evident. "How were you able to recognize Kiran from your dreams?" Clanne inquired, her voice filled with intrigue.

Alear's gaze never wavered from Kiran's, her eyes shining with a sense of purpose.

"Maybe it was not just a dream," She replied, her voice steady. "Perhaps it was a vision or even a glimpse into a future that awaits us all."

Kiran, his heart pounding with a newfound sense of purpose, met Alear's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but together, they would face whatever came their way.

Vander's voice cut through the air, interrupting the intense conversation between Kiran and Alear.

"Nonetheless, must make haste to Lythos Castle," Vander declared, his tone commanding yet filled with urgency.

Clanne and Framme exchanged glances, concern etched across their faces.

"Can Kiran come with us?" Clanne asked, her voice laced with a hint of worry.

Vander's eyes flickered towards Kiran, contemplating the request for a moment. Then, he nodded, his expression serious.

"Yes, he will accompany us," Vander affirmed, his voice firm but filled with an undertone of authority. "But first, he must explain himself as to what he was doing in Somniel in the first place."

Alear's eyes widened, a flicker of concern crossing her features.

"But Vander, I..." she began, her voice trailing off as Vander raised a reassuring hand.

"Fear not, Alear," Vander said, his voice gentle yet persistent. "Kiran will not be harmed. We merely seek an explanation, a clarification of his actions at Somniel."

Kiran glanced at Alear, his gaze filled with understanding. "It's alright, Alear," he reassured her, his voice calm and steady. "They have every right to be suspicious. I will accompany you and your Stewards to Lythos Castle."

Alear's eyes searched Kiran's face, her concern evident. "But Kiran, I cannot bear the thought of you being accused unjustly," she pleaded, her voice filled with genuine worry.

Kiran reached out, gently placing his hand on Alear's, offering her a reassuring smile. "I appreciate your concern, Alear," he said, his voice soft but determined. "But I believe I must go. We must clear any doubts and ensure that we are united in our purpose."

A sense of relief washed over Alear's features as she nodded, her trust in Kiran evident. "Very well," she conceded, her voice filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "We shall go to Lythos Castle together, and we will find the truth."

Vander, Clanne, and Framme stood by, their gazes shifting between Alear and Kiran, silently acknowledging the weight of the situation. Vander spoke up, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility.

"Let us make haste," Vander declared, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Lythos Castle awaits, and the truth shall be revealed."

With those words, the group set off, their footsteps echoing through the halls of Alear's domain. Each step brought them closer to the answers they sought, the mysteries of Somniel and Kiran's actions waiting to be unraveled.


The group stepped out into the open expanse of Somniel, the floating castle bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. Alear couldn't help but mutter in disbelief, "I've been sleeping on a floating castle all this time?"

Vander nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Indeed, Somniel was built to ensure your safety, Alear," he confirmed, his voice resonating with a sense of pride. "It has been your sanctuary, hidden away from the troubles of the world."

Clanne and Framme exchanged a glance, their expressions filled with warmth and familiarity. Clanne stepped forward, his voice gentle yet filled with loyalty.

"As your Stewards, we have made Somniel our home," Clanne explained, a touch of pride evident in his tone. "We have been with you, protecting and serving you through all these years."

Framme nodded in agreement, her gaze fixed on Alear. "Indeed, Somniel has seen many visitors, especially royal family members from around Elyos," She added, his voice filled with a mix of reverence and admiration. "The royals from the Kingdom of Firene have graced this castle with their presence, eagerly awaiting your awakening."

Alear's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and curiosity dancing in her gaze. "Firene?" she questioned, her voice alive with intrigue. "I wonder what they sought here in Somniel."

As Alear engaged in conversation with her Stewards, Kiran's mind wandered back to the chats he had with Alfonse, Sharena, and Anna. He couldn't help but hope that the three of them were doing okay back at the Kingdom of Askr.

A flicker of concern crossed Kiran's features, but he quickly shook off his worries, focusing on the present moment. There were answers to be found, mysteries to unravel, and a bond to forge with Alear and her kingdom.

With determination in his eyes, Kiran joined the conversation, his voice filled with sincerity.

"Alear, we have much to uncover," Kiran said, his words laced with a sense of purpose. "Together, we will navigate Elyos and find the truth that awaits us."

Alear's gaze shifted towards Kiran, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Yes, Kiran," She agreed, her voice filled with determination. "Let us embark on this journey together, for the sake of Somniel and its people."

The sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the floating castle. As the group continued their conversation, the echoes of their words mingled with the gentle breeze, carrying with them the promise of discovery and adventure.


As the group continued their trek towards Lythos Castle, Kiran couldn't help but notice Alear's gaze fixated on her left hand, specifically on a ring on her ring finger.

His eyes followed her line of sight and were met with the sight of a glowing gem on her ring, its brilliant blue radiating an otherworldly power. Kiran's gaze shifted to the Breidablik fastened to his belt, and he couldn't help but wonder if the ring possessed a similar kind of power.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted as multiple pools of darkness materialized around them. The air grew heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of the Stewards drawing their weapons, forming a protective circle around Alear. Kiran's heart raced, his grip tightening around the Breidablik as he prepared for the imminent danger.

From the depths of the shadowy pools, figures clad in black masks emerged, their presence exuding an ominous aura. Their eyes glowed with an unsettling malevolence as they encircled the group.

Framme's voice quivered with a mix of fear and disbelief as she exclaimed, "What in Elyos are these entities?"

Alear's expression hardened, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. "Stay close and be prepared," she commanded, her voice filled with authority. "These entities must be dealt with swiftly and decisively."

Kiran took a step forward, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Framme, Clanne, Vander, we must protect Alear at all costs," he declared, his words laced with determination. "Let us show these entities the strength of our resolve."

As the Stewards readied their weapons, their movements fluid and synchronized, Kiran lifted the Breidablik, its power humming in his hand. His mind focused, and he channeled his energy into the legendary relic, feeling its immense power surge through him.

With a resolute nod, Kiran locked eyes with Alear, their gazes filled with unspoken trust and determination. "We won't let anything harm you, Alear," he vowed, his voice unwavering. "Together, we will overcome this threat and continue our journey towards Lythos Castle."

Alear's lips curled into a determined smile, her hand reaching out to grasp Kiran's briefly. "Thank you, Kiran," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "Let us face this darkness together, as one."

In that moment, the group stood united, ready to confront the unknown and protect the Divine One. The clash of steel against darkness echoed through the air, as they fought with unwavering resolve, their hearts fueled by the unbreakable bond they shared.


As the entities of darkness lunged at them, Alear, Vander, Clanne, Framme, and Kiran felt the surge of adrenaline coursing through their veins. They braced themselves, weapons at the ready, prepared to face the looming threat head-on.

The twins, Clanne and Framme, exchanged a determined glance before charging forth toward their opponents, their voices intertwining in a defiant declaration.

"We will protect the Divine One with everything we have!" Clanne exclaimed, his voice filled with unwavering resolve.

Framme's voice echoed with equal determination. "No darkness shall harm Alear as long as we draw breath!"

Alear, her eyes filled with gratitude and concern, called out their names in acknowledgment. "Clanne! Framme! Don't be too reckless!"

Kiran, his voice steady and resolute, spoke up, his words filled with determination. "Fear not, Alear. I shall protect the twins with all my might. No harm shall befall them while I am by their side."

Alear's eyes widened slightly, curiosity gleaming within them.

"I have never witnessed you fight before, Kiran not even in my dreams," she admitted, her tone laced with anticipation.

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Kiran's lips as he drew out the Breidablik, its ethereal glow illuminating his face.

"Then, you shall see me in action now, Alear," he replied confidently, his voice filled with determination.

Without hesitation, he dashed towards the charging twins, his feet moving swiftly and purposefully.

Clanne and Framme, locked in battle with the entities, caught sight of Kiran running towards them. Surprise flickered in their eyes, quickly replaced by determination as they adjusted their stances, ready to fight alongside their newfound ally.

Kiran's heart pounded with anticipation, the power of the Breidablik surging through his veins. He met the twins head-on, their movements synchronized as they fought back the encroaching darkness.

Together, the trio moved with a fluidity that spoke of their unspoken understanding. As their weapons clashed with the malevolent entities, a dance of steel and shadows unfolded before Alear's eyes.

Alear watched in awe as Kiran's skills and determination shone through every strike and parry. She couldn't help but be impressed by his unwavering resolve and the strength of his spirit.

At that moment, as the battle raged around them, Alear's heart swelled with gratitude and admiration for the unwavering bond that had formed between them. They were a team, united in purpose and ready to face any challenge that lay ahead.


Vander's urgent voice cut through Alear's reverie, snapping her back to the present. "Alear, look out! Two of those dark entities are headed our way!"

Reacting swiftly, Alear unsheathed her Iron Sword, its glinting blade catching the faint light. She leaped to the side, narrowly evading an incoming strike from an Iron Axe-wielding entity. With a fluid motion, she countered, slashing her sword through the air, cleaving through the dark figure with a satisfying impact. The entity dissipated into nothingness.

Meanwhile, Vander found himself facing a swift and aggressive adversary wielding an Iron Lance. He leaned into his horse's movements, skillfully evading the lance's deadly trajectory. Drawing out his own Iron Axe, he launched a powerful counterattack, the weapon cutting through the air with a resounding whoosh.

"No enemy shall dare harm the Divine One while I draw breath!" Vander's voice rang out, filled with conviction and determination. His strike landed true, striking the assailant with a force that sent it reeling back.

Alear's eyes flickered with admiration as she observed Vander's swift and calculated movements. The bond between them grew stronger with each battle they fought side by side, a testament to their unwavering loyalty and shared purpose.

Together, they stood, Alear with her Iron Sword raised high, and Vander, his Iron Axe gleaming in the dim light. Their eyes met a silent understanding passing between them. They were the protectors, the defenders of the Divine One, and they would face any challenge head-on, ready to give their all.

The battle raged on around them, the clash of weapons and the anguished cries of the entities filling the air. Alear and Vander stood as a formidable duo, their movements synchronized and their resolve unyielding.

Amid the chaos, Alear's mind flashed back to the past, a time when they were mere strangers, brought together by fate and a shared destiny. But now, they were so much more. They were a team, bound by trust and unwavering loyalty, ready to face the darkness that threatened to consume their world.

As the last remnants of the defeated entities faded into the ether, Alear and Vander remained standing, their chests heaving with exhaustion, but their spirits unbroken. They knew that this battle was only the beginning and that their journey to protect the Divine One would be fraught with danger and sacrifice.


Kiran sprinted towards Clanne and Framme, the Breidablik clutched tightly in his right hand. As he approached the twins, he couldn't help but notice their lack of experience in combat. There was no time to waste, though, as one of the darkness entities lunged at Framme, its malevolent intent clear.

Reacting swiftly, Kiran aimed the Breidablik and pulled the trigger. A brilliant beam of light erupted from the weapon, obliterating the entity in an instant. Framme's eyes widened in gratitude as she turned to Kiran. "Thank you, Kiran! You saved my life!"

Meanwhile, Clanne, his attention now fully on Kiran, couldn't help but be intrigued by the weapon he wielded. "What kind of weapon is that?" Clanne asked, his curiosity evident.

Kiran paused momentarily, catching his breath. "This is the Breidablik," He replied, his voice steady and calm. "It's a sort of tome, a powerful artifact that allows me to do extraordinary things."

The twins exchanged glances, their faces a mix of awe and wonder. Kiran could see the eagerness in their eyes, the thirst for knowledge, and the desire to grow stronger. But he knew there was no time to delve into the intricacies of the Breidablik at that moment.

"There will be time for explanations later," Kiran said, urgency creeping into his voice. "We need to stay focused. There are more dark entities nearby."

Clanne and Framme nodded in unison, their determination unwavering. "We will protect the Divine One with everything we have," Clanne declared, his voice filled with conviction.

Framme's eyes sparkled with determination as well. "As long as we can fight, we will stand by your side, Kiran."

Their words filled Kiran's heart with a renewed sense of purpose. He knew that with their combined strength and unwavering resolve, they would be able to overcome any obstacle that stood in their way. Together, they would be an unstoppable force against the encroaching darkness.

As they turned their attention back to the battlefield, their resolve hardened. They knew that their journey would be fraught with danger and sacrifice, but they were ready to face it head-on. With the Breidablik in Kiran's hands and the twins by his side, they would protect the Divine One at all costs.


As darkness entities multiplied around Alear and Vander, Alear's gaze shifted toward where Clanne, Framme, and Kiran were battling their adversaries. Her heart sank at the sight of the encroaching danger. She had always felt responsible for protecting them, but now it seemed the roles were reversed.

"Damn it," Alear muttered under her breath, frustration etched on her face. "I should be the one shielding them, not the other way around."

Just as Alear was engulfed in her thoughts, a distant, masculine voice resonated through the chaos. It was faint but unmistakable.

"Remember, Alear," The masculine voice whispered, carrying with it a sense of familiarity.

Alear's attention snapped to the ring on her left hand, its deep blue gem glowing with an ethereal light. She watched in awe as the brilliance intensified, casting a radiant hue upon her surroundings. It was as if the ring itself was responding to the voice, acknowledging its presence.

The voice grew louder, more distinct. "My strength will be yours," The voice declared, its words resonating deep within Alear's soul.

Alear's eyes widened with realization as she connected the voice to a memory buried deep within her consciousness. "I know that voice," She murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and uncertainty.

The ring pulsated with energy, its glow enveloping Alear's hand and spreading up her arm. She could feel power surging through her veins, a sensation she had never experienced before. It was as if the voice had awakened something dormant within her, something ancient and powerful.

At that moment, Alear made a choice. She would embrace the strength offered to her, the power that came with the voice and the glowing ring. She would not let fear or doubt hold her back. She would rise to the challenge and protect her friends, just as they had protected her countless times before.

With a newfound determination, Alear turned to Vander, her eyes shining with resolve. "Vander," she said, her voice steady and filled with purpose. "We're not alone in this fight. We have each other, and we have this power."

Vander looked at Alear, his expression a mixture of surprise and admiration. "You're right," he replied, his voice laced with determination. "We'll face these entities head-on and keep our friends safe. Together."

As they joined forces, their hands intertwined, Alear could feel the resonance between her strength and the power emanating from the ring. She knew that whatever lay ahead, they would face it united, with the voice guiding them and their bond as their greatest weapon.


As Alear's gaze remained fixed on the ring adorning her left hand, fragments of memories started to resurface. Each detail that unfolded in her mind brought a surge of clarity and purpose. The significance of the ring became clearer, and a faint whisper of ancient knowledge echoed in her thoughts.

"The 12 Emblems," Alear muttered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and realization. The weight of the revelation settled upon her, fueling her determination.

Without a moment's hesitation, Alear sprinted towards where Clanne, Framme, and Kiran were locked in combat with the encroaching darkness. She knew deep within her being that they needed her, just as she needed them.

Vander, watching her go with concern etched across his face, reached out and called after her. "Alear, wait! You mustn't do this alone."

Alear turned briefly, her eyes filled with a fierce determination. "I know what I'm doing, Vander," she assured him, her voice steady and resolute. "I can't ignore the truth that's been revealed to me."

Vander hesitated, torn between wanting to protect Alear and understanding the strength radiating from within her. He knew he couldn't sway her from her path. With a nod, he silently acknowledged her resolve.

As Alear raced closer to Kiran and the twins, her hand instinctively tightened around the ring, its presence serving as a beacon of courage. She drew a deep breath, her voice rising above the chaos surrounding her.

"Shine on, Emblem of Beginnings!" Alear declared, her words flowing with conviction and power.


As soon as the words escaped Alear's lips, the ring on her left hand began to emit a vibrant, brilliant blue glow. The shimmering light intensified, growing brighter and more ethereal with each passing moment. And then, as if from the pages of a forgotten legend, a figure materialized before the astonished eyes of all those present on the battlefield.

An ethereal man, emanating an aura of power and wisdom, stood before Alear and her companions. The air seemed to crackle with energy as his presence commanded attention. With a voice that resonated like thunder, he introduced himself.

"I am Marth," the ethereal man declared, his voice carrying a regal authority. "Or rather, I am Emblem Marth."

Kiran's jaw dropped in disbelief. He had never expected Alear to summon a version of Marth himself, let alone one that identified as an Emblem. His mind raced with questions, yet he found himself unable to form the words to voice them.

His gaze drifted towards the Breidablik, the legendary artifact that rested in his right hand. Could he summon his heroes? Could he bring forth the Heroes that he had summoned to aid the people of Elyos in this battle? The possibilities swirled in his mind, urging him to explore the depths of his power.

Meanwhile, Alear and Emblem Marth wasted no time in action. United in purpose, they charged toward one of the menacing dark entities that loomed before them. With a single, decisive blow, they struck the heart of the darkness, dispersing it with a burst of light.

The victory resonated through the battlefield, and the cheer that erupted from Clanne and Framme echoed in the air. Their voices carried a mix of admiration and awe, applauding the prowess and bravery of both Alear and Emblem Marth.


As dark entities materialized around them, their sinister presence filled the air. The ground trembled beneath their weight, and their deafening roars echoed through the battlefield. In the face of this onslaught, Alear, Vander, Clanne, and Framme were thrown back, their bodies propelled several feet away from Kiran.

Kiran, however, stood firm, his determination unwavering. The force of the entities' roar crashed against him, but he remained rooted to the spot. He could feel their malevolent gaze fixated upon him, their attention now turned towards the summoner.

Alear's face twisted with concern as she saw the entities closing in on Kiran, their dark forms menacing and relentless. She knew they had to act quickly before the darkness overwhelmed them all. With a grimace, she called out to Kiran, her voice laced with urgency.

"Kiran, you need to run! They're targeting you now!"

But Kiran's response surprised her. He stood tall, his gaze fixed on the encroaching darkness, his voice steady and resolute.

"Sorry, Alear," He replied, his words filled with determination. "Running isn't an option for me."

Just as the gravity of their situation threatened to overwhelm them, Kiran's ears were filled with a familiar voice. It was the voice of the mysterious man he had encountered in the space-time rift, the one whose words had lingered in his mind.

'Summoner... It is time…' The voice whispered an ethereal echo that only Kiran could hear. 'Use the Breidablik... Call upon your contracted Heroes... Summon them!'

The words reverberated through Kiran's being, igniting a spark of hope within him. He knew what he had to do. With a firm grip on the Breidablik, he raised it high, his voice commanding as he summoned forth the power within.


The dark entities closed in on Kiran, their malevolent presence suffocating. Alear, unable to reach him, could only watch as he raised the Breidablik, his voice resonating with newfound power.

"Gathering stars to call upon the Hero-King of Archanea," Kiran chanted, his words carrying a weight that seemed to transcend the battlefield. "Heed my call and become the path that light shines upon!"

With those words, the Breidablik unleashed a surge of energy, propelling a vibrant red orb from its core. The orb hovered momentarily in the air before descending, gently embedding itself in the ground. As it made contact, a brilliant light erupted, engulfing the area in a luminous glow.

Alear shielded her eyes from the blinding radiance, her heart pounding with anticipation. The battle around her seemed to fade into the background as she focused solely on the spectacle before her. As Alear saw the brilliant light, it filled her heart with a sense of hope, a glimmer of faith in Kiran's unwavering resolve.

As the light began to subside, the ground trembled beneath her feet. Alear's gaze shifted from the fading glow to the space where the red orb had embedded itself.

As the light from the Red Orb faded away, Alear's eyes widened in disbelief. Standing by Kiran's side was a familiar figure, one that sent a shiver down her spine. She looked at Emblem Marth, who wore an expression of shock mirrored on her face. The summoned Hero bore an uncanny resemblance to Emblem Marth, yet there was a distinct difference. Unlike Emblem Marth, who existed as a spiritual entity, this Hero possessed a physical form, standing firmly on the ground with the Falchion gripped tightly in hand.

Alear, Vander, Clanne, Framme, and even Emblem Marth stood with shocked faces and stunned silence, not expecting Kiran can do such an act.

"It cannot be…" Vander stood agape.

"By the gods," Framme stuttered. "Did Kiran…"

"Summon an Emblem all on his own?" Clanne finished.

Emblem Marth took a step back, his voice filled with astonishment. "Who... who is this?" He stammered, his gaze fixed on the summoned being.

"Hero Summon!" Kiran's voice rang out, filled with determination. "I call forth Marth, the Altean Prince!"

Alear's jaw dropped, her mind struggling to comprehend what she was witnessing. The realization hit her like a thunderbolt; Kiran seemed to have summoned an Emblem, an embodiment of legendary heroes. The implications of this newfound power left her breathless.

"I am Marth, Prince of Altea," Marth addressed Kiran. "If you will allow me, I can be your strength."

Emblem Marth's eyes widened, a mix of awe and confusion clouding his features. "Kiran… how... how is this possible?" He managed to say, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Alear turned to Emblem Marth, her voice trembling with excitement. "Can you believe it? Kiran can summon an Emblem too! This changes everything!"

Emblem Marth nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving the summoned hero. "Indeed, Alear. This is a power, unlike anything I have ever witnessed. To summon a physical incarnation of what appears to be an Emblem... it is unprecedented."

Kiran's voice broke through their conversation, filled with determination and resolve. "Marth, we need your strength. The darkness is growing, and we must stand united to face it."

The summoned Marth nodded solemnly, his grip on the Falchion tightening. "I am here, Kiran. I will fight alongside you, as will all the Heroes that you summon."

Alear's heart swelled with a mixture of hope and trepidation. The gathering of heroes had grown even more formidable with the addition of Marth. She glanced at Kiran, admiration shining in her eyes. He possessed a power that transcended their understanding, a power that could rally legendary heroes to their cause.

Emblem Marth turned to Alear, his voice filled with urgency. "We need to thin out these entities, Alear. It's the only way Kiran and his Marth will stand a better chance."

Alear nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "I agree, Marth. Let's charge at them together and defeat as many as we can."

Without hesitation, Alear and Emblem Marth sprinted toward one of the entities, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. They attacked in perfect synchrony, their strikes precise and deadly. The entity fought back, but Alear and Marth's combined strength overwhelmed it. With a final blow, they brought the entity down, reducing its numbers by one.

Meanwhile, Kiran and Marth fought valiantly against a group of entities, their movements fluid and calculated. Kiran remembered that he gave Marth skills such as Distant Dart, Close Call 3, and Odd Tempest 3 and his Special skill is Draconic Aura.

Kiran's brow furrowed in concentration as he muttered to himself, "I gave Marth several high-tier skills back at Askr. I hope they prove to be useful in this battle."

Marth, his voice filled with confidence, replied, "Indeed, Kiran. Your foresight in granting me those skills will not be in vain." With a swift swing of the Falchion, he slashed through one of the entities, its form dissipating into nothingness.

The entities, sensing the determination of their adversaries, fought back with relentless ferocity. Kiran and Marth skillfully dodged and parried their attacks, their movements a dance of grace and power. Kiran's tactical prowess combined with Marth's unparalleled swordsmanship created a formidable force against their enemies.

As the battle raged on, Alear and Emblem Marth continued to thin out the entities, reducing their numbers one by one. Their teamwork was flawless, each strike perfectly timed to maximize their effectiveness. Alear's heart raced with adrenaline as she fought alongside Emblem Marth, their shared goal driving them forward.

Kiran and Marth, amid their fight, exchanged glances filled with determination and trust. The bond between the summoner and the summoned hero grew stronger with each passing moment. The skills Kiran had granted Marth proved invaluable, enhancing his abilities and allowing him to strike with precision and power.

With every entity they defeated, the tide of battle slowly shifted in their favor. Victory seemed within reach, but they knew they couldn't afford to let their guard down. The entities were relentless, and their numbers seemed almost endless.

But Kiran, Marth, Alear, and Emblem Marth fought on, their resolve unyielding. They had a common purpose, a shared destiny. Together, they would face any challenge that stood in their way.

Alear's heart pounded in her chest as the number of dark entities diminished with each passing moment. She fought alongside her loyal Stewards, their combined strength a force to be reckoned with. Emblem Marth, ever by their side, fought with unwavering determination.

As the chaos unfolded, Alear's eyes fixed on Kiran and his Marth. Only two entities remained, and it was up to them to face this final challenge. The entities lunged at them, their dark forms swirling with malevolence.

Without hesitation, Kiran raised the Breidablik, aiming it at his assailant. With a resounding blast, the entity was obliterated in a single shot. The power of Kiran's weapon was awe-inspiring, a testament to his skill and resolve.

Meanwhile, Marth engaged in a fierce duel with the remaining entity. The creature swung an Iron Axe with brutal force, aiming to strike Marth down. But Marth was no ordinary warrior. With a fluid motion, he parried the attack, his Draconic Aura Special skill activating in response.

As Marth's body pulsed with energy, he met the entity's gaze with steely determination. "Forgive me, but I must end you," Marth declared, his voice carrying a hint of sorrow. With a swift and powerful strike, he unleashed the full force of his empowered slash from the Falchion.

The entity let out a piercing shriek as Marth's blade cut through its dark form, dispelling it into nothingness. The battle was won, the last of the entities vanquished.

A sense of relief washed over Alear as she surveyed the aftermath of the intense battle. Her grip on her weapon loosened, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. The weight of their victory settled upon her shoulders, mingling with a mix of exhaustion and triumph.

Kiran and Marth, their faces marked with sweat and determination, turned to face Alear and Emblem Marth. A mixture of gratitude and exhaustion shone in their eyes.


Alear's heart raced as the battle concluded, leaving behind a battleground strewn with fallen enemies. She, along with her three Stewards and Emblem Marth, made their way towards Kiran and his Marth. The relief on Vander's face was evident as he approached Kiran, his voice filled with gratitude.

"Thank the gods you're alright, Kiran," Vander exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mix of worry and relief. "That was a close call."

'Pun intended, Vander,' Kiran thought as he almost smiled when Vander spoke those words. 'Not to mention, he doesn't fully trust me yet…'

And then, Clanne, ever the curious one, couldn't help but study Kiran's Marth intently. His eyes narrowed as he compared the two Marths, searching for any similarities or differences.

"Kiran," Clanne began, his voice laced with curiosity, "How does your Marth compare to Emblem Marth? Are they similar in any way?"

Kiran turned to Clanne, a thoughtful expression on his face. He glanced at his Marth, who was looking at Emblem Marth with curiosity.

"No," Kiran replied, his voice calm and measured. "The Marth I summoned is not an Emblem."

The revelation piqued Framme's interest, and she couldn't help but interject.

"Not an Emblem?" Framme asked, her tone filled with surprise. "Both your Marth and Emblem Marth look alike!"

"Both Emblem Marth and I are indeed alike," Kiran's Marth explained. "But, I have met different versions of myself back in the Kingdom of Askr, even a younger version of myself."

"Is that so?" Emblem Marth replied. "Nonetheless, it is good to meet the basis of my existence."

Alear's eyes flickered with intrigue as she listened to the conversation. She stepped forward, her gaze fixed on Kiran.

"If your Marth is not an Emblem," Alear questioned, her voice laced with curiosity. "Then who is he?"

As Alear said those words, she saw Kiran staring back at her. And then, Alear saw Kiran smiling, apparently thinking up an explanation.

"To explain this properly," Kiran continued. "I must tell you all who I am."

As Alear, her 3 Stewards, and Emblem Marth awaited Kiran to explain who he was, Kiran flicked his cape and twirled the Breidablik in his right hand and as he finished twirling his Breidablik, he declared these words.

"I am Kiran, the Summoner of the World of Zenith in service for the Kingdom of Askr, and the Marth that you have seen me summoned earlier is not an Emblem, but a Hero."

End of Chapter


And there you have it! This is the first chapter of Emblems and Heroes!

To all the people in Discord channels who offered advice in brainstorming this story, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart.

In the next chapter:

Emblems And Heroes

A Fire Emblem Heroes x Fire Emblem Engage Crossover

Chapter 2: Meeting with Queen Lumera

See you next chapter!