A/N: This is just the beginning…I'm hoping to update soon, but my editor is taking a while to read my chapters. I should be able to update fairly quickly up to around chapter ten or twelve. Sorry about the dialogue that's taken directly from the game, but it should get better as I update.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING REMOTELY RELATED TO FIRE EMBLEM—WHICH MEANS I DON'T OWN HECTOR OR ELIWOOD OR IKE OR SOREN OR ZELGIUS T.T—BECAUSE IF I DID, IKE WOULD NEVER HAVE LEFT TELLIUS FOREVER, ZELGIUS NEVER WOULD HAVE DIED, AND THE TACTICIAN FROM THE BLAZING SWORD WOULD BE ABLE TO ROMANCE. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR SLIGHT ADDITIONS TO THE PLOT, AND MY TACTICIAN, SAIGE.

Once, dragons and men coexisted. They shared a peace forged in wisdom, a peace that lasted many generations. All that was lost when mankind disrupted this balance in a sudden onslaught. Man fought dragon in a savage war that shook the foundations of their world. This war was called The Scouring. Defeated and humbled, dragons vanished from the realm. In time, man rebuilt and spread his dominion across the land and on to the islands beyond. A millennium has passed since those dark days ended.

Prologue—A Girl from the Plain

"Are you awake? I found you unconscious on the plains."

My eyes fluttered open when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

Crouched down beside me was a young woman—no older than I, perhaps sixteen or seventeen? Her hair was long and a moss green color, and tied up in a ponytail. Her clothing was strange…it was weaved with colorful patterns along the neckline.

"Who are you?" All I could remember was heat, the sun, and hunger. The only clue to where I was was this woman—I would guess Sacae, which would explain the hunger and the heat—I must've been lost and run out of food.

"I am Lyn, of the Lorca tribe. You're safe now." So I had been correct when I had guessed that she was from Sacae. "Who are you? Can you remember your name?" Lyn proceeded to question me.

I paused, trying to recall my past, "My name's Saige."

"Your name is Saige?" she looked a little confused. I supposed it wasn't a very common name…I wondered if my parents were particularly fond of the herb sage. Or maybe one of them was a Sage? I didn't remember. "What an odd-sounding name... But pay me no mind. It is a good name."

I nodded, personally agreeing with her.

"I see by your attire that you are a traveler. What brings you to the Sacae Plains? Would you share your story with me?" I didn't remember anything about my past. I opened my mouth to say so, but there was a noise from outside. It was faint, like it was a loud sound, but it was far away.

"What was that noise? I'll go see what's happening. Saige, wait here for me." Lyn swiftly stood and left me behind.

Taking the time for myself, I glanced around the small hut. It was obviously nothing too terribly extravagant—strange that I'd notice that first…perhaps I'd been a noble or at least known one?

Throwing the blankets back, I swung my legs out of the bed. I recognized my green cape—which was draped over the edge of the bed—and quickly pulled it over my shoulders and clasped it. It was smooth and soft as silk, yet thick enough to be warm. The clasp was of jade—this piece of clothing was clearly not cheap. If I hadn't been a noble, or been good friends with one, then I had at least gotten a pretty good wage wherever and whoever I had worked for.

My long brown hair was drawn back in a loose ponytail—I reached back and pulled it out, letting it spill down my shoulders and back, the way I liked it. It was clean and untangled—how long had I been out? Lyn must've washed it. The hairband that Lyn had used to tie it back was evidently one of hers—it was crisscrossed with different Lorca patterns, done in beads on the stretchy fabric. I slipped it around my wrist, deciding to keep it for a souvenir of sorts.

I heard the pounding footsteps moments before Lyn rushed into the room. "Bandits!" she was breathless. "They must have come down from the Bern Mountains! They must be planning on raiding the local villages." She paused. "I... I have to stop them! If that's all of them, I think I can handle them on my own. You'll be safe in here, Saige."

She turned, but I caught her arm. "I want to help. I owe it to you, don't I? You saved my life."

"Can you use a weapon?" she asked. I wasn't quite sure where'd she'd get one—I didn't see anything in here except for her sword.

"Well…I can use a knife or a dagger, but I'm…" I struggled to remember what I was before. "I'm a strategist…by trade. I can direct you in a fight, but I'm no use with a sword, axe, or a lance."

"Ah…I see…" she glanced back towards the doorway as the bandits came closer. "…an odd profession, but…very well. We'll go together!" I snatched up my dagger—its hilt also had jade inlayed in it, and intricate silver patterns danced across the sheath—just in case, as I followed her outside, back into the blinding sun.

And so my journey began…

A/N: I may just edit the first chapter myself and upload it tonight since this is so short…