Flame Eyed Strangers in Awakening: OC x Lucina

Threads of Family: Rebirth

The days following the battle were a delicate dance of healing and hope. The battlefield, once scarred by conflict, now became a ground of reconstruction. Tents sprouted like colorful flowers, medical teams tended to the wounded, and strategists from various kingdoms huddled together, mapping out the intricate path to recovery.

Sarai found herself at the center of many conversations, her pregnancy a symbol of renewal amidst the aftermath of war. Her mother, Queen Hyuuan, rarely left her side, a protective presence that spoke of years of separation and newfound connection. Chrom moved between diplomatic meetings and moments with his wife, his blue hair now streaked with the first signs of silver-a testament to the battles he had survived.

Odyn took charge of the military reorganization. His Dragon Crest still pulsed with an ethereal azure light, marking him as something more than a typical commander. He worked closely with Say'ri and Baron, their combined strategic minds weaving together the military futures of their allied kingdoms. The remnants of their armies became more than just soldiers-they became builders, healers, and architects of a new world.

Valvaderhn, with Maribelle by his side, began the delicate work of diplomatic negotiations. Their conversations with representatives from Ylisse, Ferox, and Chon'sin were intense but hopeful. Maps were redrawn, alliances reforged, and the boundaries between kingdoms became more fluid-less about separation, and more about mutual protection.

It was Berethon who surprised many. The High King, who had been a fierce warrior, now showed a different strength. He sat with scribes, documenting the history of their people-the dark elves of Albanahr who had survived against impossible odds. Every story, every name was precious. Their near-extinction would not be forgotten, but neither would it define their future.

Hailfire found her own path of healing. Her connection with Baron and Say'ri gave her a sense of purpose beyond the battlefield. She began organizing teams to help rebuild the villages most devastated by the war, her fierce determination now channeled into reconstruction rather than destruction.

As winter began to approach, the first signs of true healing emerged. Crops were planted in fields once trampled by armies. Children who had known only war began to play without fear. The mixed families-dark elves, humans, warriors from different kingdoms-became the true testament to their victory.

One evening, as the sun set in hues of orange and deep purple, Berethon gathered his family. Hyuuan stood beside him, her hand still holding his-a gesture of unity that had sustained them through years of struggle. Odyn, Sarai, Roy, Lyra, Hailfire, and Baron formed a circle, their different abilities and backgrounds blending into a single, powerful unit.

"We are more than survivors," Berethon spoke, his voice carrying the weight of generations. "We are architects of a new world."

The night settled around them, filled with the quiet promise of renewal, of family, of hope.

Threads of Family: Intimate Moments

The formal celebrations had subsided, leaving space for more intimate family connections. Berethon and Hyuuan watched with a mixture of wonder and emotion as their children approached, each accompanied by their chosen partners.

Sarai came first, her pregnant belly a proud testament to the family's continuation. Chrom walked slightly behind her, his hand hovering protectively near her back-a gesture that spoke volumes about their relationship. Her mother's eyes immediately locked onto her, taking in every detail. Hyuuan's hand trembled slightly as she reached out, touching Sarai's stomach where her grandchild grew.

"A second child," Hyuuan whispered, her voice a complex blend of pride and remembered pain. The years of separation had taught her to treasure every moment.

Chrom stood steady, meeting Berethon's gaze. There was no challenge in his look, only a profound respect. The human who had married into their royal dark elven lineage had proven himself time and again, not just as a warrior, but as a partner and protector.

Odyn approached next, Lucina's hand intertwined with his. The Dragon Crest on his forehead flickered with an azure light that seemed to pulse in rhythm with Lucina's own energy. Where Odyn was all controlled intensity, Lucina brought a warmth that softened his edges. Berethon noted how they moved as one-two warriors who had found something deeper than battlefield connections.

Roy arrived with Lissa, her blonde hair a stark contrast to the dark elven complexions surrounding her. She carried herself with a healer's confidence, her hand resting comfortably on Roy's arm. Lissa had proven her worth not just through healing magic, but through her unwavering spirit during the conflict.

Then came Lyra, practically dragging Vaike behind her with characteristic enthusiasm. The loud-mouthed fighter looked simultaneously proud and slightly overwhelmed. Lyra's infectious laugh cut through the solemnity, a reminder that survival was not just about serious moments, but about joy as well.

"Father," Lyra announced dramatically, "I'm sure you'll be pleased to know Vaike has been keeping me out of trouble." Her mischievous grin suggested quite the opposite.

Vaike rubbed the back of his neck. "The Vaike has been trying, your highness," he said, using his trademark third-person speech.

Berethon's stern facade cracked. A laugh-deep and rich-escaped him, a sound his children had rarely heard during the years of conflict. Hyuuan looked at him, her eyes sparkling with a love that had endured through the most challenging of times.

The royal siblings exchanged looks. They had been separated for years, strategically scattered to ensure the family's survival. Now, reunited, they saw how they had grown, how they had survived, how they had found partners who complemented their strengths.

Sarai's hand found Chrom's. Odyn's fingers intertwined with Lucina's. Roy smiled down at Lissa. Lyra gave Vaike a playful nudge.

They were more than survivors. They were a family reborn.

Revelations on the Road Home

The journey from Valm to Ylisstol was unlike any the Shepherds had experienced before. The aftermath of war hung in the air, mixed with an anticipation of new beginnings. Baron and Say'ri rode at the head of the column, their hands occasionally touching-a subtle reminder of the new leadership they would bring to Valm, with its capital renamed Chon'sin in honor of Say'ri's homeland.

It was during a midday rest that Lucina chose to speak. The group had settled in a clearing, horses being watered, supplies being checked. Her blue eyes-so like her father Chrom's-swept across the assembled warriors. The dark elven royals, the Shepherds, her fellow time travelers-all were present.

"There is something I must share," Lucina began, her voice steady but carrying an weight of significance that immediately silenced the camp's ambient sounds.

Odyn moved to stand beside her, a gesture that spoke of more than mere companionship. The azure light of his Dragon Crest flickered, casting subtle shadows that seemed to dance with meaning.

"We were not the only ones who traveled from the future," Lucina continued. "Several of my companions-other children of the Shepherds-also made the perilous journey through time. We came to prevent the dark future that consumed our world, to give our parents and our people a chance at survival."

Murmurs rippled through the group. Chrom stepped forward, his hand instinctively reaching for Lucina, then stopping-recognizing her as the warrior she had become, not the child he remembered.

But it was the second revelation that truly stunned the gathering.

Odyn's hand found Lucina's, their fingers intertwining in a gesture that was both intimate and declarative. "We are more than companions," he said, his flame-orange eyes meeting each person's gaze. "Lucina and I-we are bonded. Not just by our mission from the future, but by something deeper."

Berethon and Hyuuan exchanged a look of profound understanding. Dark elven magic had always recognized connections that transcended typical human comprehension. The bond between Lucina and Odyn was more than love-it was a spiritual and magical connection that ran deeper than blood.

"We are two halves of the same destiny," Lucina elaborated. "Our time travel, our mission to save this world-it was never truly separate. We were always meant to be together, to guide this timeline away from destruction."

The implications were staggering. Not just a romantic partnership, but a strategic and mystical alignment that had potentially saved an entire world. The other time-traveling children-children of the Shepherds who had also journeyed back-listened with a mixture of awe and recognition.

Say'ri was the first to break the silence. "Your connection," she said carefully, "it is why you were able to change our fate."

Odyn nodded. The Dragon Crest on his forehead pulsed in synchronization with Lucina's own energy, a visual representation of their extraordinary bond.

The road to Ylisstol stretched before them-a path of new beginnings, of revealed truths, of a future rewritten through love, sacrifice, and an connection that defied the very laws of time itself.

The Children of Forgotten Timelines

Cynthia's voice cut through the lingering silence, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to the weight of her previous revelations. The daughter of Lon'qu and Sumia had always been known for her unbridled spirit, and now she approached the task of accounting for the lost time travelers with the same heroic energy she applied to everything.

"We need to find them," she declared, her eyes sweeping across the assembled group. "Each of them is crucial to our timeline's survival."

She began her list methodically, each name carrying the weight of a potential destiny:

Severa and Nygel - the children of Robin. Interestingly, she noted two variations: Severa from the female Robin's lineage, and Nygel from a male Robin's line. The complexity of their parentage hinted at the intricate possibilities of their timeline.

Inigo, son of Stahl and Olivia - a dancer turned warrior, carrying the grace of his mother and the determination of his father.

Yarne, the unique offspring of Donnel and Panne - a testament to the diverse connections that had formed during their struggles.

Kjelle, daughter of Kellam and Sully - a warrior whose very existence challenged the expectations of her parents' contrasting personalities.

Then came a more delicate list. Owain - son of Roy and Lissa, though Cynthia carefully avoided mentioning Roy's name, knowing their relationship was not yet formalized. The unspoken connection hung in the air, a potential future waiting to be realized.

Gerome, child of Gregor and Cherche - a legacy of strength and aerial mastery.

Laurent, son of Xander and Miriel - a potential genius inheriting the intellectual prowess of both parents.

Brady, offspring of Valvaderhn and Maribelle - a healer with a lineage of strategic and medical brilliance.

Nah, daughter of Alek and Nowi - carrying the complex heritage of human and divine blood.

The children of Virion and Lynnia - whose very existence spoke to the unexpected connections forged in their world.

The twins born of Gaius and Hailfire - a pairing that promised both mischief and strategic cunning.

And finally, the most surprising revelation - the daughter of Vaike and Lyra.

Lucina stepped forward, placing a hand on Cynthia's shoulder. "Each of these children represents more than just a potential future," she explained. "They are living proof of our ability to change fate, to create connections that transcend time itself."

Odyn's flame-orange eyes scanned the group. "Finding them will not be simple," he cautioned. "They may be scattered, hidden, or unaware of their true origins."

The road ahead seemed both challenging and filled with hope. These children - born of love, sacrifice, and the desperate desire to change a doomed future - were now their own mission. Each name was a thread in a complex tapestry of time and possibility.

Cynthia's voice rang out with determination. "We will find them," she proclaimed. "Every single one."

And in that moment, the promise of reunion hung in the air - a beacon of hope for those lost in the currents of time.

The Awakening of Darkness

The lighthearted atmosphere shattered like fragile glass. Odyn's hand rose, the azure light of his Dragon Crest flickering with an intensity that spoke of deep concern. The battlefield's aftermath suddenly felt different-charged with a menace that went beyond mere mortal conflict.

"The weapons we recovered from Walhart's forces," Odyn began, his flame-orange eyes darkening, "they bear a mark beyond simple craftsmanship. These are cursed artifacts-a signature I recognize from the darkest chapters of our people's history."

Berethon and Hyuuan exchanged a look of profound dread. The dark elven royals knew precisely what this meant, and the implications were far more terrifying than the war they had just survived.

"Demons," Hyuuan whispered, the word carrying the weight of ancient nightmares.

Odyn nodded. "Not just remnants or minor entities. The weaponry suggests a coordinated effort. An awakening." His gaze swept across the assembled Shepherds and dark elven warriors. "Mordered-the Demon King-is stirring."

The name hung in the air like a physical presence. Mordered was more than a legend to the dark elves. He was the primordial threat, the ancient evil that had nearly destroyed their civilization centuries ago. A being so powerful that he existed beyond the boundaries of life and death, consuming entire kingdoms with a mere thought.

Chrom stepped forward, his hand instinctively finding the hilt of his sword. "Explain," he demanded. "What makes this threat different from Grima?"

It was Berethon who answered, his voice a low, controlled rumble. "Grima was a dragon of destruction. Predictable in his chaos. Mordered is something entirely different. He is a consumer of souls, a manipulator of reality itself. Where Grima would destroy, Mordered would corrupt."

Lucina's hand found Odyn's, their connection seeming to pulse with a protective energy. "The cursed weapons," she prompted, "what do they signify?"

"Reconnaissance," Odyn explained. "Walhart was not simply a conqueror. He was a pawn-perhaps unknowingly-in a larger demonic strategy. These weapons are designed to weaken the barriers between our world and the underworld, to create channels through which true demonic forces can enter."

The implications were staggering. The war they had just won was potentially nothing more than a preliminary skirmish in a much larger, more terrifying conflict.

Say'ri, ever the strategist, spoke up. "How do we prepare? What are the signs we should watch for?"

Hyuuan's response was chilling in its simplicity. "Corruption. Unexplained madness. Regions where the very fabric of reality seems to twist. Where hope dies and darkness feeds on despair."

Berethon placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, a gesture of unity that seemed to push back against the encroaching darkness. "Our line has always been the first defense against such threats. And now, reunited, we are stronger than ever."

The road to Ylisstol suddenly felt like more than a journey home. It was the first step in a war that would determine the fate of entire worlds.

Mordered was awake. And the real battle was just beginning.

The Infernal Hierarchy: Mordred's Legion

Odyn's expression darkened as he began to explain the full extent of the threat they faced. The Dragon Crest on his forehead pulsed with an uneasy light, as if responding to the very mention of such ancient evil. The gathered Shepherds and dark elven royalty formed a tight circle, hanging on his every word as he revealed the nightmarish structure of power that threatened their world.

"Mordred does not act alone," Odyn began, his voice taking on the cadence of a grim historian. "The Demon King commands a hierarchy of terrible power, each entity more fearsome than most mortal threats you have encountered."

He drew a symbol in the dirt with the tip of his blade-a seven-pointed star surrounded by ancient elven script.

"At the pinnacle sits Mordred himself, the Demon King. A being so ancient that he predates our written history. The legends say he was once mortal-a sorcerer king who sacrificed his humanity for immortality and unlimited power. His true form is incomprehensible to mortal minds, existing simultaneously in multiple planes of reality."

Berethon nodded gravely, adding, "To look upon his true form is to invite madness. In battle, he manifests aspects of himself-never his complete being. Each manifestation alone holds power to rival Grima."

Odyn continued, tracing a line from the center of the star. "Directly beneath him stands Lucifer, his second in command. Where Mordred represents raw, chaotic power, Lucifer embodies calculated malice. He was once the most beautiful of celestial beings before his fall. Now, he uses that remembered beauty as a weapon, appearing as whatever his victims most desire."

"His strategy," Hyuuan interjected, "is corruption rather than destruction. He finds those with ambition, with wounded pride, with righteous anger-and twists their virtues into weapons against themselves and others."

Odyn nodded. "Lucifer specializes in turning heroes to darkness. Many of our greatest warriors throughout history fell not to demonic blades, but to his whispers."

Tracing another line from the star, Odyn continued, "Then comes Megicula, the Demon Queen. Perhaps the most dangerous in direct confrontation. She commands the elements of darkness and decay. Entire forests wither at her approach. Water turns to poison. The very air becomes miasma."

"She particularly despises the dark elves," Berethon added. "Our natural affinity for shadow magic represents a perversion of her domain-using darkness to protect rather than corrupt. In the ancient wars, she specifically targeted our temples and sacred groves."

Odyn traced more lines, naming each demonic officer in turn:

"Belial, the Deceiver, master of illusions and false realities. His battlefields exist half in the mind, where he can make allies appear as enemies.

Mephistopheles, the Bargainer, who offers power for seemingly small prices, until the full cost becomes clear.

Asmodeus, the Corruptor of Flesh, whose touch turns living beings into twisted abominations that serve his will.

Baal, the Harvester, who feeds on the despair of mortals, creating artificial famines and plagues to cultivate his feast.

Lilith, the Mother of Monsters, whose unholy unions with various creatures have spawned entire races of demons.

Beelzebub, Lord of Flies, master of disease and decay, whose armies of insects can strip a battlefield clean of flesh in moments."

The list continued, each name carrying centuries of horror and dread. When Odyn finally finished, a heavy silence hung over the group.

Lucina was the first to break it. "How do they interact with the Grimleal? Are they allies?"

Odyn's laugh was bitter. "Far from it. The demons view Grima as an upstart, a pretender to true chaos. They would sooner destroy the Grimleal than aid them-yet their intervention against the Grimleal serves their own purposes, not ours."

"This creates unpredictable battlefields," Berethon explained. "Where three forces-our alliance, the Grimleal, and the demons-each work against the others. The demons particularly excel at timing their attacks to maximize confusion, striking when we are most vulnerable after engaging the Grimleal."

"Our ancestors developed specific tactics," Hyuuan added. "Specialized weapons, protective wards, detection spells. Knowledge that has been largely lost during our diaspora."

"But not entirely lost," Odyn concluded, resting his hand on the ancient tome at his side. "We have enough to begin. To prepare the Shepherds for what comes next."

Chrom looked around at his gathered forces-human, dark elf, shapeshifter, and mage-a diverse army united against a threat few of them fully comprehended.

"Then we begin now," he declared. "The road to Ylisstol becomes our first training ground."

Ancient Arts: The Path of Preparation

Odyn's smile carried a measure of hope within the grim reality they faced. His flame-orange eyes met Lucina's, and in that shared gaze was an unspoken promise-not just of personal devotion, but of a legacy of knowledge that could turn the tide against seemingly insurmountable odds.

"We have more than warnings to offer," Odyn announced, his voice carrying across the assembled warriors. "We have knowledge. We have training. We have the ancient arts of Albanahr-combat techniques specifically designed to counter demonic threats."

The dark elven contingent moved forward to stand with him-Lyra, Roy, Hailfire, Valvaderhn, Xander, Saibyrh, Lynnia, Khanna, Alek, and Sarai. Despite their diverse personalities and specialties, they moved with a unified purpose that spoke of centuries of shared heritage.

"Each of us carries specialized knowledge," Valvaderhn explained, the strategist's voice precise and measured. "Combat techniques that have been preserved within our family lines during our diaspora. Together, they form a comprehensive system of defense and offense against both the Grimleal and demonic forces."

Sarai stepped forward, one hand protectively over her pregnant belly, the other extended in a gesture that encompassed both Ylissean and dark elven warriors. "The journey to Ylisstol gives us the perfect opportunity. Each day of travel becomes a day of training."

Hailfire's eyes gleamed with fierce determination. "My specialty is flame-work-fire that burns demons without consuming mortal flesh. Essential for battlefield control when facing Asmodeus or Lilith's spawn."

"I carry the knowledge of protective wards," Saibyrh added quietly. "Symbols and incantations that can shield both individuals and entire encampments from demonic detection."

Roy nodded. "My techniques focus on weapon enhancement-tempering ordinary steel with elements that harm demonic essence."

One by one, each dark elf outlined their specialized knowledge-Xander's expertise in identifying demonic disguises, Lynnia's mastery of counter-curses, Khanna's skill in healing wounds inflicted by cursed weapons, Alek's techniques for reinforcing mental defenses against demonic influence, and Lyra's unconventional but effective methods for disrupting demonic communication networks.

"Together," Odyn concluded, "these techniques form what our people call the 'Veil of Shadows'-a comprehensive system of combat arts specifically designed to operate in the unique battlefield conditions created when demons intervene in mortal conflicts."

Chrom assessed the dark elven warriors with newfound appreciation. "How do we begin?"

"We establish a training rotation," Valvaderhn suggested. "Each day of travel, different groups of Shepherds train with different dark elven instructors. By the time we reach Ylisstol, every warrior will have a foundational understanding of each technique."

"More importantly," Sarai added, "we must train together. These arts are most effective when combined-when ward-makers work in concert with flame-wielders, when curse-breakers support weapon-enhancers."

Frederick, ever practical, stepped forward. "We should begin immediately. If what you say about demonic forces is true, they may already be tracking our movements."

"Indeed," Odyn confirmed grimly. "The cursed weapons we found suggest they have agents already operating in this realm. Time is not our ally."

As the day's light began to fade, the combined forces divided into training groups. The camp transformed from a simple resting place into a crucible of ancient knowledge. Dark elven instructors demonstrated techniques that had not been seen in the mortal realm for centuries-elegant movements infused with shadow magic, precise incantations that caused the air itself to shimmer with protective energy, and weapon forms specifically designed to counter the unnatural movements of demonic opponents.

For the Shepherds, it was a revelation. Their conventional combat training, while formidable against human opponents, had left significant gaps when facing supernatural threats. The dark elven techniques filled these gaps, transforming their understanding of what combat could entail.

As night fell completely, Odyn found Lucina at the edge of camp, practicing one of the shadow-step techniques he had taught earlier. Her movements were already fluid, her natural combat intuition allowing her to adapt quickly to the new form.

"You learn quickly," he observed, pride evident in his voice.

"I had a good teacher," she replied, completing the form with a precision that matched his own. "In the future... in my time... these techniques were lost. I wonder how much difference they might have made."

Odyn's expression grew solemn. "That future is no longer our path. With each warrior we train, with each technique we preserve, we reshape what is possible."

Around them, the camp continued its transformation-human and dark elf, working together, preparing for a threat that transcended both their cultures. The journey to Ylisstol had become more than a return home; it had become the first campaign in a war for survival against an enemy older than time itself.

A Shadow on the Horizon

The revelation of Validar's invitation hung heavy in the air. The small gathering of leaders that had formed around Chrom grew silent, each processing the implications of this unexpected development. Odyn stepped forward, his flame-orange eyes narrowing with suspicion.

"This reeks of a trap," the dark elven prince stated, his voice low and measured. "Validar's timing is too convenient."

Sarai moved to her husband's side, her hand finding his arm in a gesture both protective and supportive. "You cannot go alone, Chrom. Not with what we now know of the demons' influence. If the Grimleal have been corrupted or are working in unwitting service to Mordred's forces, this could be more dangerous than we anticipated."

Robin's expression had darkened considerably at the mention of Validar. The tactician's fingers unconsciously traced patterns in the air, already mapping potential scenarios and escape routes.

"If we decline," Robin reasoned, "we may lose our only lead on Sable. If we accept..." Their voice trailed off, the unspoken dangers evident to all present.

Berethon, who had been observing silently, approached the group. The High King of the dark elves carried himself with the quiet authority of one who had faced similar deceptions before.

"When facing serpents," he said, "one must be prepared to match their cunning. Perhaps we might consider a strategy that anticipates betrayal."

Frederick nodded in agreement. "A contingent of our forces could remain hidden outside Plegia's capital, ready to intervene if communication is lost."

"My people can provide more than just military support," Hyuuan added. "We possess methods of maintaining contact even through magical interference. No matter what barriers Validar might erect, we would know if you were in danger."

Lucina's hand had instinctively moved to the hilt of her sword at the first mention of Validar's name. The future princess had lived through the consequences of past decisions, and her every fiber rebelled against the thought of her father walking into the Plegian ruler's domain.

"In my future," she said carefully, "there were... events in Plegia that altered everything. I cannot speak of specifics without risking the timeline, but please, Father-exercise the utmost caution."

Odyn placed a supportive hand on Lucina's shoulder, understanding the burden of knowledge she carried. "We could send a delegation rather than having Chrom go personally," he suggested. "Someone Validar would not anticipate, someone outside his calculations."

"No," Chrom said firmly, his decision already made. "Validar expects me, and me he shall get. But not alone, and not unprepared." He turned to the dark elven contingent. "The training you've provided has given us new weapons, new defenses. Now we must put them to use."

Valvaderhn stepped forward, always the strategist. "Then let us use the remaining days of our journey to prepare specifically for this encounter. We can construct specialized wards against demonic influence, craft countermeasures for known Grimleal tactics, and establish reliable communication protocols."

"And contingency plans," Robin added. "Multiple extraction routes, predetermined signals, emergency rallying points."

Chrom surveyed the circle of determined faces-human and dark elf alike-and felt a surge of confidence despite the obvious danger ahead. This was not like his previous diplomatic missions. This time, he carried not just the hope of Ylisse, but the combined knowledge and strength of multiple kingdoms and races.

"Very well," he announced. "We continue to Ylisstol as planned, but with accelerated training. Upon arrival, we will make immediate preparations for the diplomatic mission to Plegia." His gaze found Frederick. "Send word to Validar that we accept his invitation. Tell him the Exalt of Ylisse looks forward to discussing matters of mutual importance."

As the group dispersed to continue their preparations, Odyn lingered with Lucina at the edge of the gathering.

"You know something specific about what awaits in Plegia," he said quietly, not a question but a statement of fact.

Lucina's eyes remained fixed on her father's retreating form. "Events that shaped my world began there," she whispered. "A moment that set everything in motion." Her hand found Odyn's, gripping it with unusual intensity. "We cannot allow history to repeat itself."

Odyn's Dragon Crest flickered with azure light, responding to her emotion. "Then we won't," he promised, his voice carrying the weight of certainty. "The future is not written yet, Lucina. Not this time."

To be continued in Chapter 18: Five Gemstones; Devil-kind, the Chilling interlopers

Hey guys! Hopefully you all enjoyed that chapter. Now we're getting into the black clover elements of the story with the introduction of the Devils/Demon-kind. Dragon ball Super side of things may come into play during this expanded arc but we'll see. While this story will follow the events of awakening... mostly, there will be points where it deviates from the cannonical story of Fire emblem awakening's story this will come in the form of new elements like those of Dragon Quest, Tales of Series [specifically tales of Arise], Black Clover, and Dragon Ball Super.

Also, I know I messed up some of the pairings I had lined up earlier in the story lol. This was partly because i couldn't remember what pairings I was eluding to or had set up so i picked at random later in the story.. sorry about that. The elves are a little overpowered in this story which is why the introduction of the devils/demons and some other villains [later] needed to happen. This is to challenge them. The elves will play a large role in the story going forward so expect a bit of a different ending and overall direction for this story. I will touch on the scene of how Emmeryn mysteriously died or disappeared from the story since I didn't have die like she did in the cannonical story of Awakening.

Which of the future children should the shepherds find first?

A: Severa/Selena

B: Brady

C: Nygel [Name change from Morgan- he is female Robin's child from a different timeline]

D: Yarne

E: Noire [Libra & Tharja's daughter]

F: Nah

H: Kjelle

I: Laurent

J: Inigo

K: Gerome

L: Owain

M: any of the oc elven children who's parent ended up with a main character from the shepherds or Fire Emblem Awakening 1st generation of characters

Anyways that's all for now, see ya guys in the next chapter!