Part One: The Awakening in South Town
"Urgh, my head."
A man sat up. He had no idea where he was. All he knew was, he was sitting in a lot of grass in a field with a lot of flowers. All around him there were verdant blades of grass and a prismatic array of opulent foliage and flowerings in verdurous shades of azure, crimson, rich burgundy, sapphire, butter-cream-yellow, petunias of vibrant petticoat, and pink.
He had known the last thing he remembered was plunging his sword into the belly of a great Fire Dragon, the enormity of which taken up the entire chamber he remembered being inside. Then, a dark man coalesced with an ostentatious rumble before him in his mind's eye and snapped his fingers saying "Awaken."
The next thing he knew the man, was there in a pile of flowers. He had dark chestnut hair streaking with ruby red and spider-web-thin strands of turquoise splitting his hair almost down the middle where it ran back in a long deluge past his shoulders. Beneath his heavy blade-resistent robes, the only part of his body that he remembered was hidden, on his back beneath the cloth of his robe. Even if someone were to find him, he thought as he lied on his back, they would never know of his secret destiny. It was extremely infallible for a tactician and avatar to know how to use swords and magic tomes as well as bows and lances. Still; the fact that he could not remember meant that no one else would remember as well.
"I don't even remember myself," he thought to himself.
"Hey!" said another man.
The tactician, whose name was Jordaine X. Adominus, blinked his eyes.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"Are you okay, friend? You were unconscious. Hey can you hear me?" Chrom said.
"Oh...oh, yes," I said, rising to his feet.
"You were whispering in your sleep. That is too strange even for my sister!"
The man broke out laughing and the girl beside him scolded him precariously.
"Oh," said Jordaine. He jumped to his feet in one expedient motion and brushed the minuscule clods of dirt off his body. "Sorry...my dark destiny still haunts me."
"Dark Destiny?" asked Chrome, scratching his head.
"...no, nothing, never mind," said Jordaine. He pulled out his blade, the one reminder of his former self, a mysterious blade, created from the incredible fire of Bern, the Kage no Ten Ken, also called the Double Divine Darkness sword.
"Where did you find that sword, friend?" Chrom asked.
"It was an old rememberance. It was a family heirloom of my father from the time of his inheritance."
"That's a really cool sword!" said Chrom's sister Lissa.
"Thanks, but we have little time for that. We must move quickly. What is your name?" asked Jordaine.
"Chrom, friend." said the noble looking stranger.
"Lissa." said his sister Lissa. Beside her was a knight with dark blue heavy armor. he only grunted as if to answer.
"Okay, then," said Jordaine. he readied his sword and it shined in the light. "It's time to CUT through all this bullshit!"
Chrom laughed.
"For a man who just got up from being knocked out cold, I'd say you have a pretty sharp sense of humor, friend!" he yelled out.
"There is no time. Quickly, follow behind me. I will take the lead in case any enemies see us. Chrom, stand beside me. watch out if there are an enemy stationed to the left or to the right of me."
"Understood!" Chrom said.
"Lissa and Fredrick; you watch the back of the guard and give support." Jordaine then grinned immaculately. "I shall show those blackguarded fools the taste of one with Divine Legacy."
"Wow!" said Lissa. "Jordaine is so cool! I dont know what Divine Legacy is, but."
She was rudely interrupted by Frederick. He grunted again, then he said "This man is obviously lying. How could a tactician avatar who we found lying on the ground have that sort of power."
Jordan smiled again. The bright morning sun reflected off the shiny silver edge of his blade. It was a long style sword, curved at the edge with a sharp blade at the end, built for maximum cutting power, but made of a steel so strong it would never break. It was the one thing he remembered of his past.
He thought back to the time he was given the sword, as a gift from Lady Lyndis. Little did he know that one day he would be given the blessings of the Eight Heroes. It was all he remembered of his past, but it made him strong.
"Just watch" he said with a smile. The others just stood and watched.