A rewrite of Fire Emblem Heroes main story centered on Kiran the Summoner being a long lost child of Askr.
This AU contains Barkmoo (Askr x Lærder) and it also explores different plot point that weren't explored in the original story.
Here is where the original post is along with all the reblogs.
From Arc 2 onwards each part would be a separate post rather than one large post.
Shoutout to @steponmezackywacky for being my support and inspiration for this.
Arc 1 is officially done.
Arc 2 is currently in the works.
Arc 1:
Ancient Sorrows. New Hope.
A long time ago, the God of Openness was forced to make an impossible choice. Now its consequences come back to haunt him and his family. The Emblan kingdom led by Princess Leitizia launches a devastating attack on the Kingdom of Askr, forcing the Order of Heroes to take the offensive and head directly towards the Domain of Embla.
Arc 2:
Eventide. Incandescent.
After the brutal and disastrous end of Princess Leitizia and the Emblan coup, our heroes are left to pick up the pieces. The Children of God of Openness embark on a new quest to restore what was lost. The Summoner faces a new challenge they're not quite sure they can overcome.
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A/N: Welp, this has been sitting in my drafts for months. A lot has happened since the last chapter upload. I lost my job, got a new job, lost that one too, visited a hospital a few times and got a new job. And yet I persevere! Let us hope the next chapter doesn't take this long!
The man with no name walked and wandered, he did as he was told. Until he found himself in place so dreary and deserted.
Old buildings, ruined villages, dust and sand all over. He thinks it's a vast desert he find himself in, there is some truth to that.
He does not know how, but he feels that the land is dead. It's lifeforce syphoned and gone.
He keeps moving towards a castle, it walls broken and barely standing. He is drawn to it for some reason. He looks around, something is familiar but can't quite figure it out. He hears a crack.
He stepped on a broken glass, he picks it up and sees himself in its reflection.
He possess a tan skin and dark blue hair, shaggy and in need of a trim. His ears are of similar shade and he noticed his black horns. Was he a beastman of some kind? If he only he could remember...
His clothing is what is confusing him. He seems to be wearing some ceremonial cloths. His arms and legs are covered in gold gauntlets and greaves, white clothing underneath, and white cloth tied around his waist with a gold ribbon.
Was he someone important? He must be if he was covered in all this gold.
"Gold looks good on you, it brings out your eyes"
"Even so, don't you think it's a bit excessive?"
"Nonsense! You are a god of a domain now, you must look the part. Presentation matters."
"Of course you would know all about presentation. You spend so much time on your hair alone it looks more like silk than hair."
"Well, I didn't hear you complain about it last night when-"
"That's-!"
"Oh I'm simply teasing! Now brace yourself dear, we have your coronation to attend."
...
Huh?
What was that?
Who was that person? It sounded like they were close.
His chest hurts for some reason
A god of a domain? Does it refer to him?
What little that reflection revealed got him more questions than answers.
The man with no name kept looking around, trying to find the reason that pulled him here.
He finds himself on the main plaza of the castle, the faded symbol on the carpet is covered in dust, but also footsteps.
Someone was here, just before he made it.
A fellow lost soul perhaps? He wonders if that is the reason he drawn to the ruined castle.
Suddenly he felt it, the sensation. The one that pulled him here, to this dilapidated place. It's pulling him elsewhere now.
Following the sensation led him to here, it made him remember something even if he couldn't quite understand.
The man decided that he must follow it. It might lead him towards the answers he seeks. He doesn't know what he might find, but he is willing to weather the storm either way.
He walked, and walked, and walked.
The sands stretches endlessly ahead. The only thought that was running his through mind was "what happened here?"
He doesn't know how, but he knows this land wasn't always like this. This land used to be lush green, bountiful and beautiful.
It was alive.
But there's no hint of life anymore, did the passage time cause this? It can't be, the sky has been grey and gloomy since he awoke, the clouds cover any semblance of sun rays but it feels as though no time has passed.
The sensation he follows grows stronger, closer even. Whatever is causing it is getting close. He pushes ahead with determination, he might have his answers soon.
The man finds himself in front of an old cave carved into a mountain. The sensation is pulling him inside. He braces himself and steps forward.
The little light outside barely illuminated the entrance, it's so dark inside he can barely his footing. He leaned a hand against a wall and moved inside, soon the darkness swallowed him completely.
He wasn't sure if he feared the dark before, he felt a strangely familiar apprehension to him.
Was he afraid of the dark? Its only logical to fear when you can't see anything, yet this was nothing like that. It was instinct, like the darkness was alive and-
"You promised would never leave me behind, that you will always be at my side"
!
The man halted in surprise. That was a different voice, a woman voice!
But it was angry and sad and pitiful.
Who was she? Someone important? Whatever promise he made, he doesn't think he kept it.
The more he walked inside the stronger the pull was, he slowed down his movement as to not slip or tumble. He kept going deeper and deeper into the cave, his eyes barely adjusted to the dark. Just as he began to think he made a mistake he saw it.
The light at the end of the tunnel. Literally.
The nameless man moved faster, eager to exit the overwhelming darkness, the light grew closer until he emerged from the cave...
Into a meadow.
The first greenery has seen since he got here, the moment his feet touched the grass he felt the life in it. He felt fatigue seep away from him, his strength renewed.
He felt like he could breathe for the first time.
He stood there eyes closed, drinking the life around him. Until he heard a movement.
Someone else is here!
He almost forgot the whole reason he came here. He turned quickly to see who it was.
A young woman, pale as death, golden snakes surrounded her. She gave him with a strange look, like she wasn't expecting to see anyone here.
🧿:"...Who dares enter my sanctuary?"
🐮:"I-I...I wasn't aware it was yours. I followed a trail here and-"
🧿:"How curious...I cannot foresee your future."
🐮: "My future?"
🧿: "I see the end before the beginning, I see the ruin before rain, I see all, Stranger. And yet, I cannot see anything about you.
Who, or what, are you?"
🐮: "I...don't know. I woke up in the Sea of Stars with nothing, I have no clue who I am. A voice told me to make my way here, that I...I needed to find my name."
🧿: "...Your name? Names have power, more than what a mortal could understand. But, what is a name to a mortal?"
🐮: "Mortal? You mean me?"
The Golden Seer makes her towards the man with no name. He takes a step back nervously as she comes closer. She observes him closely, something about this nameless man is familiar to her. An echo of a past life.
When she a weak, helpless little girl.
Not so helpless now, huh?
🐮: "I don't know what is going on here. This land wasn't like this before, I don't know how but I am certain of it."
🧿: "What happened, is the cruel passage of time. People die, crops wither and water dries. Everything always ends."
🐮: "But this makes no sense! How can a land so alive just end like this?! The land was lush green! The people were alive and happy! The land was loved and nurtured! How did it come to this?!"
The nameless man was getting more and more frustrated. He wasn't sure where this anger came from. This land was alive! Sure it wasn't perfect but it was thriving! He poured his blood, sweat and tears into caring for it! HE DIED FOR IT!
.
.
.
He died for it?
A cold feeling sent shivers down his spine. He died, he should dead and buried. He died...but he was here now.
But...he didn't die for the land, he died for...
Suddenly, a pain like no other sent the man to knees. His grabbed his throbbing head, he groaned in pain, it was like his skull was being split open.
The Golden Seer observed the sight before her. The nameless man, clutching his head in pain, he doesn't seem to be human from the looks of his horns and tail. Is he a beastman of some kind? There was a word for them, someone from another world said so.
The word you're looking for is Laguz.
No, he was definitely some kind of divinity.
Even without his name or power he still possess the aura of a god.
More than that, there was something familiar about him, she must've met him from...before.
Maybe his presence could be the key to her escaping this dead world. The Golden Seer made up her mind, she will accompany this man on his journey to reclaim his name. Whatever he once was, he must've been powerful.
This must be why Ginnungagap sent him, the Sea of Stars is located in the void. The empty space between worlds, only those born of the World-Tree can enter the Sea of Stars. If this nameless man was there when he awoke as he claims, he must've been a god of a domain.
She will use him to escape this confinement. She must escape, she has a duty to end all things. Alive and not.
I will never shy away from the word goon. goon is the only way to describe a particular type of henchman, lackey, or thug. look at these guys. they're goons.
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IF YOU SEE ANY PAINTING BY "EMILE CORSI" ON HERE, DO NOT REBLOG IT THINKING IT'S REAL AND FROM THE 1800s. IT IS AI-GENERATED AND EMILE CORSI IS NOT A HISTORICAL FIGURE
And if you love the vibes and wish you could find something similar painted by a real person, let me introduce you to John William Waterhouse, on whose work the AI was definitely trained:
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Maladaptive daydreaming as a child was like "what if I was in the digimon universe" and now it's like "what if someone genuinely loved me even though I'm flawed"
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