Hehehe. Procrastination is fun, but it ends up with lack up sleep. Which is bad. Um…Anyways! This'll be a series of stand-alone stories. If I feel like it, I might continue writing for one tactician. Some stories will be funny, and I have at least one planned that's darker. So stay tuned! They all feature a different tactician, and how much the difference in a tactician can affect the army. Some have got namesakes, so see if you can figure out who they're named after! The name of Chapter 1's tactician is a tweaked version of the name of a certain red-headed inventor who tortures a certain silver-haired advisor with her insane inventions. My tactician's much eviler, though. Bwahahahaha...

I don't own Fire Emblem, because if I did, the world would cease to exist as we know it. -shifty eyes-

Story time! Ready, steady, GO!

Chapter 1: Analisa

"Now. I'm sure you're all wondering why I've called you here," the tactician began. She paced back and forth before the three men, her long, green cloak fluttering in the breeze. The large garment made the short and slim girl seem even shorter and slimmer than she was, giving her the appearance of a child approaching her early teens. In reality, she was almost the age of the young woman who had found her unconscious on the rolling plains of Sacae.

"And why I've called you…here." Surrounding them was an ocean of green; the group of four was in a dense forest, the small clearing they were gathered in a tiny island in the sea of trees.

Erk stared at the tactician, utterly bewildered. Called…? She dragged us here! he thought bitterly. His companions, fellow magic-wielders Canas and Lucius, had thoughts that were much less mutinous. To the young mage's right, the other purple-haired man was pre-occupied with observing a yellow bird that was making a nest in a nearby tree, and to Erk's left, the monk's pale sapphire eyes were focused intently on their captor. Lucius, being excessively generous, was the only one paying much attention to her.

"As you most certainly know," continued the tactician, brushing a caramel lock of hair out of her face, "the three of you are magic users." She stopped pacing, and turned to face them.

Obviously...I could be doing something useful now…Erk sighed. This was rather boring.

Lucius timidly raised his hand. "Um, excuse me, Lady Analisa…"

"Yes, Lucius?" The tactician smiled sweetly.

"Why exactly does whatever we are doing require us to be in a forest? We're a bit far away from camp, and they might need us back soon…"

"Nonsense, they'll be fine. Hmm…Where was I? Oh, Right. Since you all are magic users, all of your time is spent in studying your magic—"

"Quite so, Lady Analisa!" chirped Canas from far away, who had wandered away to further study the bird.

"COME BACK HERE, YOU IDIOT!!!" bellowed Analisa suddenly, with such force and rage that Lucius, Canas, and Erk all leapt up a few feet. No doubt, Canas ran back in terror. "Ahem." Clearing her throat, she regained her composure, and beamed innocently as if nothing had happened.

What is with this girl…?Maybe Lady Lyndis should have picked another tactician…mused Erk, now more cautious after that unusual outburst.

"Before someone rudely interrupted me by selfishly straying away," Analisa cast a harsh glare on Canas, who stared at the ground in embarrassment, "I was just getting to saying that you all have absolutely no time to work on your physical strength. You are at risk of being overpowered by some of the stronger opponents. And to top it off, none of you are very sturdy at all! Isn't that horrible? So I have graciously decided to train you three to increase your strength and endurance!"

"…That's stupid." Erk knew he was being blunt, but he had the feeling that if he didn't get out of this situation, there would be trouble.

Oh, how right he was…

"Don't you dare belittle my plans, you skinny little purple-haired--"

"What?!"

"I said, my plans are essential to winning! Our battle against Nergal, of course." She flashed a smile again, this one much, much more evil. Lucius took a step back, his eyes wide in fear; for a second he thought he saw a sinister glint in the seemingly innocent girl's eyes. "Now, go run laps," she commanded simply, with a casual wave of her hand.

"Laps…? Really?" Canas cocked his head to one side.

"Yes, laps," she replied brightly.

"B-but I can't!" stuttered the shaman. "I'm terribly slow, and I get tired easily—" With a flash of olive-colored cloth the tactician had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and was holding him up in the air a few inches above the ground, despite the fact that she was much more petite than he. Lucius hid behind Erk, who was too paralyzed by shock to do a thing to help the poor man.

"GO. NOW," she snarled maliciously.

"Eeep! Yes, milady!" She released him, and Canas promptly ran the fastest he had ever run in his life, with Erk and Lucius close behind.

"Nice work, boys!" she called after them, grinning happily.

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Later that evening…

"Hey, Priscilla. Have you seen Lucius?" Raven was getting worried. He hadn't seen him in a while, ever since that strange tactician girl had suddenly said she needed him for something…

"No, I'm afraid not…"

"Oh, I see." The crimson-haired mercenary looked to the nearby forest as the troubadour went about her own business. It had already been several hours. Where could he be?

Suddenly, Lucius emerged from the spot Raven had just been staring at, the monk's long blonde hair tangled and with several unusual things caught in it.

"Lucius!" Raven was taken aback by the disheveled appearance of his friend, and without delay, rose and began to carefully remove pinecones from Lucius's hair. "What the hell has that woman been making you do?!"

His eyes widened in sheer terror. "She…she…" he stammered.

"Oh, Lucius!" Analisa approached, waving enthusiastically at her victim—er, trainee. "Are you enjoying your training sessions with Canas and Erk and I?" As she reached him, she patted him on the shoulder. "You're doing very well! Keep up the good work!"

"Y-yes, Lady Analisa."

"So it was training, Lucius? I'm proud of you! It's about time you made yourself less wimpy." Raven laughed.

"Oh my, you're a mess. You should take better care of yourself. But now it's time for dinner! A warrior of the light must always keep his strength up, hm? Let's go!" And with that, she merrily dragged him off, not paying any attention at all to the fact that he was desperately mouthing the words 'help me' to his friend.

Unfortunately for Lucius, Raven didn't notice either.

If you've given up, the tactician was an eviler, more vicious version of Anissina from Kyou Kara Maou. xD

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