Fire Emblem body swap stories

Deep in Darkling Woods, inside the Black Temple, Prince Lyon stood before the chamber housing the Demon King’s body, his back from the entrance. He extended his left arm and opened up his hand, palm side up. Dark magic began to envelop the hand, before being released into the air just above it. It then began to coalescence into a sphere, large enough to barely fit in the open hand below it. Shortly after, the insides of the sphere became less opaque; and started to change color, until it finally showed something: The area between civilization and Darkling Woods, in the middle of the night. It wasn’t empty grassland the young prince had chosen to see, for what the sphere depicted was that of a big encampment area. Many tents present, several campfires to give the area light, a few people around. He watched the activity of the camp for a while in silence, before the scene of the orb began to distort. It would then reshape itself, showing a different scene. That of a young man, who was deep asleep inside a tent.

“So, Ephraim, you’ve come this far,” Lyon said at last.

He smiled.

“I knew you were too stubborn to be stopped. No matter how many soldiers or monsters I send your way. I’m glad.”

Yet, the prince dropped his smile shortly after.

“Unfortunately, this means I have to resort to more drastic measures. You’ve come too far for the Demon King’s comfort.”

Lyon sighed.

“Forgive me, my friend. His grip on me has become too strong. If only I was as strong as you.”

Dark magic began to course around him once more, making his robes flare up.

“In light of our previous friendship, and for as long as I still have any degree of control, I will give you one last chance. One last chance to turn back.”

In the sphere, a dark aura began to engulf the sleeping prince. His face contorted in pain, as his body began to toss around on the bed. It would last for a few seconds before he began to calm down, as the aura dissipated. The magic swirling around Lyon would calm down as well. Ephraim was sleeping soundly once again, as if nothing had happened.

“You may not like what I just did,” Lyon said. “Still-”

He chuckled.

“You would try to stop me all the same, don’t you, Ephraim? I am aware this may still fail to dissuade you. Still, I can only hope you do, for once…”

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Ephraim woke up to a throbbing headache. With a groan, he sat up, placing a hand on his temple.

Immediately he froze, eyes shooting wide open. In the span of those few seconds the prince could immediately tell something was wrong. His body felt… wrong, all over. The movement of his arm made him feel his hair, which not only felt much silkier than usual, there was also much more of it. He felt it resting against his forehead and back, making it much longer than usual. Opening his eyes also revealed its color had changed too, a dark blue that looked oddly familiar. What had been most telling, however, was his groan. It hadn't been his voice. Much higher pitched, much more… feminine, and also familiar.

His mind was already forming an idea, but he still glanced down, needing to be fully sure. Sure enough, he was greeted with a much daintier frame, as well as two mounts protruding from his chest. All clad in a pink nightgown that disappeared under the covers with the rest of his ‘body’, but he could feel reached all the way to his feet.

There was little that could confound the prince, but this was proving to be one of them. He had become a woman. Specifically, he had turned into Tana. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say he had somehow found himself in her body. A quick look around would only further confirm it. He was no longer in his tent, for starters, but he could see another bed on the opposite side of the one he was currently on. There, still asleep, was none other than Eirika. That settled it; both princesses shared the same tent.

He tried to keep his composure in spite of the surreal situation, admittedly something easier said than done considering just how… bizarre it was. Thankfully, having dealt with countless perilous situations helped put things into perspective. This was tame in comparison to stuff like the Renvall assault and subsequent escape of. In any case, lots of thoughts crossed his mind. Chief among them: How did this happened? Perhaps more importantly, however, was that if he was in Tana’s body, did it meant that she was in his? Perhaps he should be heading back to his tent to find out.