Fanfiction- Fire Emblem- Prince of Durand

Here is my latest fanfiction, as well as game.

It's called "Fire Emblem- Prince of Durand", or FE- PoD, originally titled "The Banished Prince" (BP).

You'll find it has errors and lacks detail and such, any comments to improve (no flaming) would be nice, of course. And I'll be posting chapters here, which will be rather long after the first chapters. Anyways...

It features a young boy, named Reon (Re-ohn or Ree-on) who grows to be 19, and is simply heading off on another mission by his father. He then finds himself in quick trouble, to be saved by his guard and best friend, Ethan. It is then that the legend unfolds...

Prologue: The Beginning

On a hill outside the castle lay a 13 year old boy, relaxing as he stared at the quiet clouds. Suddenly, a 6th sense told him that someone was with him. The boy turned his head around, and his body moved with him. A strong man stood in front of him, smiling…That smile…It was one filled with so much joy. The smile itself lifted the boy off the ground, and into the arms of the loving man.

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This boy is now 19 years old, and his name is Reon Zenith. His love for his father still flows through his humble heart, and is a natural fighter. Now he leads fighters against the flood of bandit attacks in the country of Oron, his home.

“Alright father! I’m heading off to attack the bandit base. The forward men have already departed,” Reon told his father across the hallway. Usually such free chat wouldn’t be tolerated; but the bond the two shared held no laws in mind. Or, that’s what Reon thought.

“Yes…Be safe now…” his father said, grinning, and then turning his back on Reon.

“Hm…Why is father like this? He’s been rather quiet… Maybe something is troubling him? I suppose he hasn’t swung his sword lately.” Reon thought. As he walked forward, he closed his eyes and reopened them with newfound determination.

“Mother, please watch over me.”

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End of Forest

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Reon and his five men walked out of the forest. The usually bustling soldiers puzzled the young prince.

“Men, are you ok?” Reon questioned.

“Huh? Oh, yah. We were just all thinking about our wives. We found that we all shared similarities. We figured we would devote quietness to this trip for our safe return home,” the head soldier said.

“Oh? Well then, stay alive. I don’t like dead men.”

“As funny as ever. The mountain base is across those hills. What are your orders Prince?” one of the soldiers said.

“We’ll set up camp here. I want two of you to go ahead and stop the decoys from attacking. Don’t get yourself killed, because I need you to report back to me, ok?”

“Yes prince…” the two said, and within the minute they marched off. Reon watched with his brilliant blue eyes; they made a wrong turn… He figured they were pulling off a tactical advance and set down his bag.

As the men put out two tents, Reon walked outside and watched the moon shine brilliantly, as it was on Mother’s death day. Like his eyes, both were full of light.

A flash of light blinded Reon, and he turned away, where he immediately bumped into one of the soldiers.

“Prince…I’m sorry…You must flee here, or you will be killed…”

“Hmm? Oren, what’s he saying?” Reon questioned.

“Please… Prince, flee, now! You will be killed!” the knight Oren said.

“What? What are you talking about…?” Reon asked, puzzled. He turned around at the hills, and saw nothing. He turned back.

Gone.

After a second, he started to think of all the possible situations, but remained somewhat calm. Not taking things too fast, he noticed a spear off the edge of his eye. It quickly disappeared into the night. He looked around, and thought about running.

“My father would never run…”

He unsheathed his sword.

“Dammit! Who would do this?” Reon questioned to himself, with a rage of frustration.

“We would, prince Reon. Your head will be ours…” an eerie man spoke. As he closed in, it was visible that a soldier with a long nose and two other men approached him.

“What the hell? …These people are serious…Three…I can’t beat them alone…” Reon inquired. He took a few paces back took a defensive position.

“…Who are you?!” Reon yelled recklessly as his self-control crumbled under the tough situation.

“Well prince, it seems you don’t know me. I’m Uri, leader of an assassin battalion,” Uri said, as he moved his right foot out and laughed at his own amusement.

“My lord! We have to flee!” a lone knight told Prince Reon, as his armor shook up and down with the big steps he took.

“Ethan! What are you-” Reon asked the knight.

“Not now my prince! We must-” Ethan began, but just at the moment, the two soldiers sprung forward and thrusted their lances, and Reon’s hip was cut, but Ethan’s armor penetrated the iron lance. After an odd moment of silence Ethan then swiped his lance in anger and missed. Time after time, his powerful attacks missed, while Reon handled the other one.

Reon jumped back and dodged an attack, then parried the next. After three consecutive parries, the lance slid out of hand and Reon charged at the soldier. With a swipe he cut the shoulder and fell back, unconscious. The leader then faced Reon, as Ethan continued fighting his man.

“Urrgh…Why can’t I hit him? …” He took a step back and attacked, but before it got close his armor was penetrated.

“Damn… Focus…” Then, the knight took a deep breath and silenced the soldier with a clean attack through the chest.

A scream from Reon called Ethan to him. The heavy armored knight ran towards Uri, the leader. Uri attacked with a thrust of rage straight at Reon, running as his lance stood out in front of him.

“Urrgh…” Ethan mumbled…

He bent down and put his hand over his left hip. In front was Uri, laughing. He who had stabbed Ethan, despite the attempt was at Reon.

“Ethan?! Are you ok?!” Reon asked, kneeling down to his loyal knight.

“He’s a dead man! Not worth anything, the fool,” Uri laughed as he placed his lance in the ground.

“And your next. Isn’t that great, Prince? You get to be killed by me!”

“…I hope you’re ready to die.”

The knight picked up his lance that he dropped and stood straight up. A drop of blood hit the dirt as he began to move his feet. Slowly, with every stumbling step, blood rushing out and soaking the cold night’s earth, he met Uri.

“What…How could you be living? Imp…” Uri said in terror. A futile attempt led Uri to try and move back, but Ethan struck his lance through the body of Uri, making it only a corpse, as it flung off the lance and flapped down dead. As the injured knight bent down, he grinned a little, and then winced with pain.

“I live…and I fight…for my prince…”

His big armor shook the earth underneath and Reon knelt down to check out Ethan. Just tired, they went inside the tents made by the soldiers from before, and rested for the cold night.

“Heh…That was...lame…” Reon said.
“Ethan… Thanks.”