Disclaimer: Bizz does not own Fire Emblem, silly. She doesn't remember saying something as absurd as that.

I was horribly bored. Random stuff about the tactician is fun to write, it seems. Yes, the tactician does indeed have a name, but I don't feel like revealing it right now. And this is my first time writing in first-person. I didn't before because a lot of first-person fics on here are related with mary-sues and self-inserts, and I did not wish to associate myself with them. But hay. I needed to try out something new for once. Enjoy, and review if you like.

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This is Some Sort of Prologue

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You see, I was going to begin with a different part of this story, but I thought that I should start at the very beginning first, or at least introduce myself. As I am sitting crouched up tight in my tent, or somewhat, trembling with a cat trying to offer me warm comfort, I can somehow recall this story well. Maybe, this way, you can understand it better.

I did not remember who I was, I think. When I was found on the plains that day, I could recall almost nothing of my previous travels, except for that maybe I was someone rather notable. I have as much confidence in my skills, still, as I had months before, when I was chewing on carrots and telling a story to a child much younger than I. Okay, I remember that, at least. How nice. I cannot for the sake of my life happen to still have that certain story in mind, but if I did, I would most likely share it with you, just for a moment, just for the amusement. Amusement... oh, how I adore that word. I am simply infatuated with it. Yes. Mm.. oh, also, I am a female. I can't remember my name, but at least I can remember my gender. Oh, and my hair. I always take care of that, too. Hmm... yes. It is short, shoulder-length, and is of a warm brown color.

Alas, I still must tell you this tale, so I shall.

I awoke that day (oh, strange days) to a young woman's voice calling out softly to me in my unconsiousness. My mind could make up as much sense in that place as it could before I recieved that blow to the head, or at least, that's what I think it was. I cannot remember if it had been someone else who had struck me so brutally, or simply my own clumsiness that had done so. This fear, however, or something of the sort, abandoned me after I opened my eyes. The woman, she was looking down at me with such kindness and concern; in fact, she looked almost lonely to me. She had long, green hair that was tied back, and wore the familiar type of clothes that tribespeople had worn around these parts of Sacae. I read about them. I read about everything, actually. I like reading. It's fun. Knowledge, I am always seeking it.

I came to the conclusion that this girl did not have any intention of hurting me, so my arms left from in front of my face as quicky as they had raised up in defense. "Who are you?" She had asked me. I pondered for a moment. Who was I, anyway? How confusing. Confusion was something I've known for quite a long time, actually.

"Ah.. a traveling tactician," I replied. For some reason, I did not say my name. I could not say my name.

"Hm? Can you remember your name?" She asked. I already knew the answer to that one, sadly.

"I'm not sure." After all, it was true. Or maybe I was still frightened. I noticed I was still wearing my loose, green robes as I had before for months on end. I eventually rose up to examine my surroundings. I was resting on a cot in a small, hut-like-place. A small, semi-sturdy building? I could not be sure, but I could tell that this woman had been living in here for quite some time. Had she been alone this whole time was something I still wondered about; I wished to ask her about it, but it didn't come out. After all, I remembered my manners. I did not want to ask her aomething she most likely did not want to answer. I did know how that feel, anyway. Frequent questions were not something I was fond of. "What is your name, woman of the plains?" Was what I asked instead.

"Hm? Ah, my name is Lyn. It's nice to meet you, traveler." She smiled at me. I liked that smile. It reminded me of my mother's. Or maybe my father's as well; he was quite proud of me in my intelligence. He called me a prodigy. My parents, oh how I miss them so. After I had left home, I had simply wanted others to know of my skills as well. No one, however, had seemed to need me that much. I could not wield any type of weapon very well, though I had been taught something of swordplay back home. No, all I was really a master at was tactics. There were a few that were amazed by my tactical skills, but the rest? They brushed me off, or I suppose you could put it that way. I didn't really care, however; I was still given food and shelter many times, and I was grateful. Anything after that, however, is a blur. I cannot remember how I had passed out here in the first place. I find it rather amusing. There is something that my mind is trying to comprehend, and so I try to grasp what it is.

There is a loud noise outside. I couldn't tell what kind of noise it was. The girl, Lyn, she is rather startled at this, and rushes outside. She comes back in and breathes, "Bandits. They're outside. Look, stay in here and keep safe. I'll go take care of them, all right?"

I nod, but my legs defied what my brain told them to do. As Lyn is leaving the small house, I follow her outside.

"What? Wait, do you want to help me?" She asked. Another question.

"Y-yes. I would like to... help you rid your home of these brigands," I say.

"Oh, all right. Thank you!" She smiled again. Oh, that smile.

And so, as I gave her her orders, she followed them dutifully and correctly, and the bandits were killed. They were rather ugly things, they were. I couldn't stand bandits, for they thought they knew everything. They weren't me. I should know something, I think. Hm? Bandits? Oh, yeah. Them. They're icky. Very much so.

This Lyn, I felt most comfortable around her after that. We had gone to town later on to find out about the breakout of bandits and such that happened to be targeting the plains and such. We met two knights after that; their names were Kent and Sain, and they were total opposites. Why do I say this? Well, Kent was rather calm and seemed like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. And Sain? He was a complete womanizer. He flirted with Lyn, who slapped him harder than I had ever seen anyone slap a person before. I think I had felt my own cheek tingle on that one.

Lyn, she found out she was royalty. Her grandfather? We searched for him. A group, we had formed, kind of like a family; me, Lyn, Kent, Sain, a young pegasus knight named Florina... I loved her, actually. She was just so.. shy. I teased her all the time, and all of us would laugh. Together. Oh, and don't get me started on Serra and Erk. We found them in a village; they made the perfect couple. Erk, he denied it. But I knew.

Of course, I'm sure you don't want me to go on for too long. This is only the beginning, after all, and so I shall at least say this: Lyn did end up finding her grandfather, but he was being poisoned by an evil tyrant who wanted the throne. Tyrant? Well, that's what I called him. Lyn and us, however, we killed him, and I had helped them out. I gave the orders and acted as their tactician. It felt good, really. Anyway, her grandfather, he was sick, but he did get well. We all parted for a while; a year, actually. I never thought I would see any of them again.

I'd say that, I think I remember my name.

The real story, it begins now. Probably, I believe.

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The end of the prologue, it is now.