Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem. I just own original characters and this plot line.

Prologue:

The Sacaen Plains. A distant land, described mainly as an ocean of grass, with its only borders to the North with Ilia, and Bern to the south. Of all the territories on the Continent of Elibe, Sacae was one of the most distant, but peaceful to behold. It was a paradise to any who lived there.

But on one faithful night, this paradise was turned into a nightmare, for those that lived near the border with Bern. That night, the people in Southern Sacae, more importantly, of the Lorca tribe, would almost cease to exist.

It was morning. The sun was shining into a tent.And a large tent at that. Its colour was grey and had two flaps, that served as openings on the left and right sides. It was located in a camp that was one days walk from the border with Sacae. There were chests half-filled with gold and jewels inside the tent, as well as one small bedroll in the corner. There was also a table in the centre, with a map of Elibe and its various regions on it.

There as also a rapt discussion going on, that was slowly turning into an argument, between a man in a dark green hooded cloak, with brown leather boots, a white shirt, and brown pants, and a brute of a man that was taller by about a head, and had scruffy looking green hair, whose muscles were built up like a ox, and had a unshaven face. His clothes were ragged after travelling through the Bern mountains, but were stained red from all the blood that was spilled on it. There was also men outside the tent, about 20-25 altogether, composed of mostly axe-wielding brigands, but there were alsothree archers, and a small thief with pink hair. They were all looking inside, listening to the plan of attack.

They had wanted to poison their water supply. I had asked what for, as we had our opponents outnumbered two-fold. We also knew the layout of the land, and knew of what the advantages and disadvantages were in the area where terrain was concerned. I also knew what our forces were using, as well as what our enemy had for weapons.

"So that this clan can't attack us like the last time we fought on the border..."

I protested. "Groznyi, we were attacking them. Of course they fought back. They instinctively defended their clan, that time in Eastern Bern. Wouldn't you?" I actually had some fighters nod their heads and murmur in agreement with this statement.

Our new leader of the group was starting to lose his patience. "You may be our tactician, but I lead this group now!" shouted Gronzyi. "This clans water supply will be poisoned, whether you want it to or not!"

I eyed him carefully, watching for any sudden changes in his demeanor. I was hoping he wouldn't kill me then and there for making a confrontation to him in front of the men. Luckily, he never, as he calmed down some and just moved on to the next part of his plan. The men just stared in silence, with some looking at me, and the rest looking at Gronzyi.

He was still rambling on about the plan for the next attack, while I noticed out of the corner of my eye, a little movement in the trees. The men just ignored it as the wind. I knew better than that though.

'So she's off. Have a safe trip my friend. I hope to see you again...someday.'

Unknown to everyone, other than the tactician of course, one little thief managed to slip away in the course of that argument, and hid in the trees. The thief pondered for a moment of what to do next, but knew that she had a job to do, so she started quietly walking towards the west. She hoped that her friend would abandon these bandits, start a new life for himself, and would remember what she had told him. She slipped into the forest, and never looked back.
I wasbeginning to get a head-ache listening to this idiot talk.

"We will attack at nightfall, the day after tomorrow. That way our opponents should be weakened enough so as not to be able to fight back. This will also help you, tactician."

"Oh? How so?"

"You said you wanted to earn more gold, didn't you? Now here's you chance, boy. You may join us in battle tomorrow night, so you can get a bigger share of the spoils." he said gruffly.

"Finally," I said, as I started to turn. There were a few chuckles at my remark. And at that the meeting was done.

I had been the tactician for these bandits for three years now. I was skilled somewhat a little more than when I first joined these brigands, but it hadn't paid as well as I thought it would. So, for the past few months, I had been wanting to get in the fight. I wanted to battle it out with our opponents, so I can get some more battle experience, but mainly, to get a raise in pay.

What I was about to orchestrate and witness two days hence however, would make my soul bleed sorrow. It would tear my conscience into pieces and crush whatever humanity and dignity I had left. How shameful it would become to even think about it, let alone to live with it. Little did I know however, with the battle that was to come, would ultimately change the way I looked at life. It would change the way I viewed and thought of myself.

It would change my life ... forever.

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(A/N: Anonymous review is enabled, but if I get any flamers, Ill turn it off. But anyway, please Read and Review, and give reasonable, but constructive criticism, as this is my first FanFic. Thank you.)