Fire Emblem Awakening (Re-Imagined)

Chapter 1: Premonitions

     A murky room surfaced in my vision. The image shook as I swiftly surveyed the area. I could see no further than twenty feet in front of me, due to a thick fog that hindered my sight. The only thing I could be sure of was that I was in a large room, filled with tall columns that held a blackened ceiling. A dim, red carpet laid underneath my feet that led to a throne seating a shadowy figure. The figure laid his forearm on the rest of his chair and perched his jaw on his hand. His long fingers embrace his chin, tapping in a consistent rhythm. The silhouette reached within its robe and slowly began to rise. Behind me, I could hear cries and clash of armor; however, I did not turn to see the furor. A man garbed in blue emerged from the fog to my side. Chainmail hid under his clothing and he beared a sword in hand. A white cape shawled around his left shoulder, leaving his right exposed. Long, dark hair rested at the nape of his neck, illuminating his pale skin.

     "This is it! Our final battle!" he bellowed into oblivion. He placed his hand on my shoulder, looking at me fervently with his deep blue eyes. In the most heartening voice he said, "Hey, remember to keep your head in this." He nodded as he spoke. "You're one of us. And no destiny can change that."

     Her head pounded with each word, as she groaned from the agony it demonstrated.

     The imaged flashed and I saw the man clad in blue swinging his sword at a tall man, cloaked in black and purple robes. The blue man swung vigorously downward, missing completely; then again, only for the robed man to catch the body of his opponent's sword with his bare hands. A hazy, purple glow emitted from his palms as he withdrew a malevolent laugh. The robed man pushed down against the sword over powering the blue man. It seemed as if he had shrunk in comparison to the robed man's might. The blue man shouted as he desperately tried to hold his ground, "Now!" I brought both of my hands in front of me; one was holding a book open as the other was radiating the color yellow. With a shout, I drove my hand outwards at the robed man and an electric power shot towards him. However, the robed man was too quick for my actions, vanishing before my attack could have any effect. "Up there!" the blue man exclaimed. Suddenly, a mystic purple orb came soaring towards me. I swiftly leaped backwards, body facing towards the sky. Midair from my jump, I hastily dispelled an electric orb at the robed man who appeared floating in the air. I touched my forearm to the floor to support my body, permitting my feet to fall and scrape the ground as I slid backwards. Peeking beneath the hood from my clothes that had fallen over my eyes, I saw the robed man collapsed onto his knees.

     The blue man bolted at him with a ferocious might; however, the robed man had disappeared into nihility and the blue man became airborne, flying backwards by an unknown force. He slammed against a pillar, making the stone crumble upon him. He wedged his sword into the ground as a crutch to hoist his fatigued body up from the rubble. From across the chamber, the robed man emerged and faced the blue man. His unwavering expression grew into a diminutive smile as his hand ascended in the air. A purple orb started to materialize, rapidly expanding as dark energy fused into it. The sphere blasted out of his hands, hurling to the blue man. I immediately took action and ran to him. The images of my vision began to slow as I saw the distance between the orb and the blue man drew near. Diving in front of him, I used my own orb to deflect the robed man's. The collusion of the orbs sent a wave energy that made both the blue man and I fly back.

     I landed on the blue man's chest as he groaned from the impact. "Sorry," I grunted. I moved off the blue man and faced the robed one, taking out my sword that hung at my left hip; hidden underneath my cloak. The blue man agonizingly rose behind me. I widen my stance and angled my sword to stretch across my body. The robed man straightened his posture and elevated his chin, looking down on me.

     His face was slender with high cheeks that was decorated by his finely kempt beard. His brow furrowed above his dark eyes. His face was full of leashed anger. "Why do you still choose to resist? You know that fate always wins," he withdrew.