So… here comes my first crossover. Long story short, my muses became obsessed with Fire Emblem Awakening, and this came into existence. You don't need to know anything about Fire Emblem to read this, because… well… you'll find out soon enough. Anywho, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds or Fire Emblem. I do, however, own my OCs. Enjoy?

Prologue

Long ago, after successfully sealing away the fell dragon Grima, the divine dragon Naga left a spell that could be used to rewrite the past… It stayed unused for millennia, until Grima broke free from his slumber…

Purple lightning crackles across the sky, and thunder booms. A giant column of light descends from the sky, temporarily blinding everyone. When it dims, there is a giant dragon in its place. His purple body snakes around, with six feathery wings—four main ones and two small ones near his tail—and six glowing red eyes on his giant head.

A small army of people stand below it—three healers, five knights, a wyvern rider, two pegasus knights, two dark mages, one wind mage, one fire mage, two assassins, an archer, a taguel, a manakete, and one man wielding an axe. The man at the front, a knight with brown hair, brown eyes, and very large blue and white armor faces them.

"I know we are all still reeling from Xylia's disappearance and Chrom's… death… but we cannot let this thing destroy everyone and everything we care about!" he shouts.

The rest of the group roars in return, and charge at the giant dragon.

The spell was not used by the Shepherds, as they did not succeed in stopping the dragon. Rather, it was used by their children…

A young woman with dark-blue hair, wearing a tight blue outfit that is lined with gold wipes sweat off her brow with one hand, looking around the room. Eleven others stare back at her—six young men and five young woman. "If nothing changes… please don't do anything to kill yourselves," the blue-haired woman says.

"If nothing changes," a boy, at least sixteen years old, with the same dark-blue hair as the young woman in front of him, though wearing a black cloak that is lined with gold, says, "we're all coming after you."

"Look for Laurent while you're at it." This time, the speaker is a girl, one with brown hair, pointed ears signifying her manakete heritage, and wearing a white dress, red cape, and red boots that cover most of her legs. "I miss the guy and his… way of speaking. Plus, he probably got sidetracked with scientific discoveries or something." Then, she mutters, "Why'd we send him in the first place?"

The blue-haired woman nods. "I will look for him. Now… goodbye. I hope to meet you all again, in much better circumstances." She pulls her hair back and puts on a blue-and-gold mask that covers her eyes. In her right hand, she holds a sword—one with a slender gold blade and a red grip.

She turns away from her friends, facing a doorway that glows blue. Then, the woman runs away from her friends, and through the doorway.

Grima also used the spell, sending half of his army of Risen to the past, to ensure that the two, eventually all thirteen, children could not stop his awakening. Even so, he still was not content with his power… And so, he created a spell of his own. One that would let him cross dimensions. The other half of the Risen were sent to the first of these other dimensions he encountered… though he wasn't prepared for people to fight back.

Eight people of varying ages huddle in a small room. There are two sets of fraternal twins in the room, both with one girl and one boy in the set. The first pair, younger than everyone else, have teal hair and gold eyes. The second, closer to the ages of the others, have orange hair and grey eyes. A woman with amber eyes and magenta hair and a young man with oddly shaped black-and-yellow hair with blue eyes hold up the oldest in the room, a woman with gold-and-silver hair and mismatching eyes (blue and gold). The final person in the room, a man with blonde hair and violet eyes leans against the wall.

The golden-haired woman suddenly jerks out of her friend's arms. "I… I know how we can stop these things! But… it will take a lot of the Crimson Dragon's power… and it's going to involve a lot of combat—not Dueling. Full-on combat."

The Signers fought valiantly with their newfound powers—so well, in fact, that Grima himself travelled through the portal to conquer the other world…

Another flash of lightning, and thunder booms around her. It's all she can hear; can feel. The woman's fallen comrades are suspended by spikes of darkness behind her. They all fell, one by one, trying to stop this horrific creature from destroying their world. Being a dragon the size of an Earthbound Immortal should be enough, but no! The purple dragon with six feathery wings and spike-like armor can use magic!

She doesn't have much time left. One of the shadow-spikes is impaled in the woman's stomach. She's dying; she can feel it. But she can't die… she is the only one standing in the way of this dragon from destroying the world. The woman grips the sword in her hand tighter and raises it.

"Not dead yet, are you?" a feminine voice layered with darkness asks. "It surprises me, considering the fact that everyone you know are already dead! What makes you strong enough to survive?"

"I… I c-can't… won't let… you destroy… my home! I've… faced villains like you… and defeat…ed them…"

"Silly human!" the voice booms.

Her vision clears up mostly, and she can see where the voice is coming from. On the giant, six-eyed head of the purple dragon, a human wearing loose white clothing underneath a black robe that is lined with gold, the inside of it purple, stands, glaring at me with glowing red eyes. Her black hair is long, in twin ponytails that rest on her shoulders.

"You… are…?" she grunts.

"I am the fell dragon Grima! No one can stand up to me! Now… die!"

The woman throws her arm in front of her, and the dragon's neck recoils.

The dying woman holds the sword in front of her and screams. Her vision has vanished again, and she can feel the dragon's hot breath on her face and arms. Her arms grow weak, and she drops the sword. Then, everything just stops.

"Oh young humans… you should not have gone through that. I cannot send you back home, for you are dead. But maybe… just maybe… you can have a second chance here. In the realm that Grima came from."

To be continued…

Well, this is the end of the prologue! It's really just a test to see how much attention this story might get… So, if you want to see more, please leave a review! I'm trying to keep the story as close to cannon (for Fire Emblem Awakening) as possible. Most likely, anything you don't recognize you can Google or something. Any questions, however, I'll be glad to answer! Please, tell me what you guys thought! Oh, and I have a question of my own: would you prefer long chapters, like the ones in Blue Sky, or short ones, just slightly longer than this prologue? Either would work, I just want to hear your opinion.