So I finally finished this chapter! Extremely sorry it took so long! I had spent most of the time actually trying to be Apotheosis on Hard mode (Lunatic mode is for Lunatics guys, I can't do it.), and when I finally did it, I started writing this. And it took me about a day to write, trying to get into character and stuff. I think I did an okay-ish job of getting into character, though Owain is sort of hard to get into verbally. His vocabulary is a tad too colorful

Anyways, I do hope you enjoy, and keep following my 'Forever before I upload another chapter' story

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the story! Especially not the characters! They're too awesome for me, no really!

It was a heated battle. The Einherjars were strong, and their numbers were many. However, our soldiers were skilled, their blades honed from the war with the risen, and the dark magic of Grima's followers. I myself, being a tactician with some basic knowledge swordplay and magic, could barely keep up. As luck would have it, Owain has been guarding my back, something I'm super grateful for.

I could only fight supportively, warning them of enemies behind them or attack the Einherjars from behind. They were very strong, far too strong for me to fight head on.

Noticing that there was a cloaked man in front of me, I prepared myself for a fight. Yet, he didn't say anything, and only glared with killing intent.

"…"

"Um…" I uttered, feeling the need to lighten the mood "Doesn't your face cramp up from glaring at people like that?

He did not reply, but only crouched, as if to prepare to dash towards me.

"Look, you want to really scare me? Smile. I'd die from the shock." I continued, getting ready to block any attack he could pull

He pulled the daggers out, twirling them around in his hand.

"At least say something before we fight!" I continued "It's tradition!"

"…Silence." He muttered, dashing towards me at full speed

I caught the dagger aimed at my throat with the handle of my sword, unable to move the blade quickly enough, deflecting it to the side.

"Hey! You did it!" I exclaimed, smiling "NOW this fight is official. I was starting to worry…"

Then, I rammed into him with my shoulder, and swung my sword at his exposed torso.

He reacted unexpectedly quickly, jumping backwards and doing a backflip before landing. Twirling the blades again, he suddenly disappeared from my sight. Knowing that he was going to flank me, I spun around, and swing my blade in a wide arc…

…Missing completely

"That was totally unfair!" I shouted

I heard the wind above me, and I knew he was coming. Unable to react quickly enough, I could only look up to see the knife swinging down towards me, throwing myself towards the ground to buy me a few more seconds.

"No ya don't." said a familiar voice

As I heard that, the figure assaulting me was sent flying away from me into a wall, one of his daggers flying away from him.

"You okay?" asked my savior, smiling as he held out a hand

"Thank you, Owain." I said, taking his hand and getting up. "I knew you'd hear me."

"Ingenious plan, my friend!" He exclaimed, then scowled at the enemy "However, my sword hand twitches!"

Swinging his sword down to his left side, holding it as if it was in a sheath, he set one foot back, smiling. As my foe had gotten up, Owain had propelled himself towards the assassin.

"Be gone fiend!" he shouted as his blade cleaved through my assailant

The assassin fell to the ground, unable to move.

"Nngh… how…" He uttered, before his body dissipated

"Thank you!" I grinned, turning to Owain.

He grinned, swinging his sword down to his side. I noticed an enemy running towards him from behind, and seeing her speed, Owain would not turn quickly enough, even with all his reaction speed. I dashed in, using the flat of my blade to block the swing. Despite her small frame, the force behind the swing was intense! I was actually sent backwards into Owain, who caught me before I fell.

What are we truly fighting for? Are we truly defending our realm here? ...Should we be defending it?

What was that? The thoughts of an Einherjar? I can't be sure, but the expression on her face pretty much makes me think that these were her thoughts. The doubt in her eyes were extremely apparent, and even with all the power behind her swings, I could tell that she was in doubt.

I did a small hand signal behind me, telling Owain to follow one of the tactics that I had planned beforehand. He tapped my wrist, telling me he understood. As soon as he did that, I ran to the right, and around as Owain ran in and swung his blade downwards, clashing into the female swordmaster's sheath. I realized as I ran to flank her that she used her blade in the way known as quick draw. Only drawing her blade as she swings, she increases the strength of her swings with the arc of the blade as it is drawn, and sheaths it after she is done with the swing, preparing to swing the next one. She had launched a quick counterattack on Owain, using the sheath as a blunt edge to smash into Owain's side, sending him back.

I jumped in behind her, swinging my blade down, blessing my blade with my magical energies. She turned as quickly as I came, and redirected my blade into a wall, embedding it into the wall and creating a large blade scratch. I let go of the blade instantly and jumped out of the way of the sword she had prepared to swing, and pulled out the tome in my robes. She was fast, extremely so.

Owain had come in, swinging at her repeatedly. She matched Owain's speed, blow to blow, blocking all of them. I quickly conjured a ball of thunder, and aimed at her leg as she fought Owain. The shock of the impact stunned her for a second, however, a second was all Owain needed. He crouched backwards, jumped up and swung down, landing a fatal blow onto her. She fell down, yet even in death, she was graceful.

"My doubts have been my undoing..." She uttered, before her body started dissipating.

"That, did not go quite nearly as well as it did in my head." I said, grinning sheepishly

"It is fine, my noble friend!" replied Owain, smiling. "However, there are many foes, still thriving in their spirits! I shall go ahead!"

And with that, he was gone. I quickly glanced at the body of the swordmaster that we just fought. Yet, while the assassin had dissipated completely, she did not. After she had dissipated, the dust from her body had formed a card on the ground.

An Einherjar card…

I quickly pocketed the card, before rejoining the fray…

"Finally… That's the last of them." muttered father, smiling

"Gods, I thought it would never end." said Chrom, sheathing Falchion. "I was almost ready to give up…"

"Me to. It was a pitched battle…" father continued "We're lucky to have even survived."

"Perhaps now this realm can finally enjoy a little peace and quiet…" said Chrom "Let's go home everyone!"

Cheers erupted from our army, and I sighed in relief that the battle was finally over. As we marched back through the gate, I quickly pulled out the Einherjar card, and took a look at the name and card. It was, as expected, the swordmaster we had fought. Her name was 'Lyn, Noblewoman of Sacae'. I know I've heard this name somewhere, though I can't figure out where I heard it before…

At that instant, a wave of magical energy blew into me through the card. A powerful gust blew from around me, and at that instant, everything around me changed. I was floating in the middle of what I assumed was a portal back.

"So that's it. I lost." Uttered the voice of the spirit, Lyn

I quickly pulled out the card, and it floated in front of me, morphing into her human shape.

"It feels so unfair…" she muttered, looking up at me "Are you the enemy's tactician?"

For a moment, she stared at me in surprise and awe.

"Wait, what!?" She exclaimed "It can't be… Are you… No, that's impossible…"

"Excuse me?" I asked "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry." She said, sighing "It's just… you remind me of someone very dear to me."

"Uhh, by very dear, do you mean like a lover?" I asked "Because I can assure you, that I'm most definitely a girl."

"More like a friend I suppose." She said, smiling "A tactician, like you, who came to my aid time and again. This might seem like a silly question, but… Have you ever awoken in a strange place, uncertain of how you got there?"

Well, I can't say I haven't. I've only recently woken up in the middle of a bunch of ruins with no memories before father found me and took me in.

"Yeah…" I said

"I knew it!" She exclaimed "It happened three times to the person I knew. This can't be pure coincidence… Unless, of course, all tacticians are known to collapse by the wayside."

"Well, it happened to both my father and I, so I think it may be as you say." I laughed

"Truly?" She asked "That is certainly a surprise."

Both of us laughed, knowing that it was extremely unlikely that I would be the same person she knew.

"I am Lyn, of the Lorca tribe." She said, continuing "Would you tell me more about yourself? Where were you born? Have you been to my world?"

"I don't exactly remember, I have amnesia." I said, smiling awkwardly

"You can't remember?" She asked, deep in thought "Now I'm even more certain you're the person I know. Look at me carefully and really try to think back. We met on the Sacae plains, we fought with Eliwood and the others… Does none of this sound familiar?"

"I don't remember any of this, sorry, Lyn." I said

"That's… too bad." She said, looking disappointed "Maybe you're not the person I thought, but still… You know what? I want to help. Take me with you. Even if you aren't the person I knew, I want to judge for myself. I'm good with a blade. Keep me by your side and none shall harm you."

With that, she took my hand, and led me towards the gate. I smiled, and didn't resist, believing that the gate would take me home…

Oh boy did I ever believe the wrong thing.

Well, that's that for all I've written! I'm a bit inspired so I might rip time off of my other things and put it into the next chapter seeing as the first chapter of Lyn's chapter is quite short and easy to do. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed reading my story!