Welcome to my newest story, Lost Within! For a while now I've been wanting to do a Fire Emblem Awakening fanfiction with my character for sometime now but could never really finish the first chapter. Well..here it is, ta-dah!

The avatar's personality that the game made kind of confused me. Here was a character, alone and lost in a completely new environment, willing to do all that it took for a complete stranger yet was still able to hold a happy face. I've decided to make my avatar a little bit weaker so please bear in mind that she won't look at everything with head held up...she'll be a mixture of Gerome and maybe some other characters personalities.

There will be many parings in this story but the main one will be F/Avatar and Chrom. I hope you enjoy and if not, please review and let me know why!

Disclaimer: Nintendo owns all unfortunately...except for my lovely Avatar's appearance and personality.


The space was filled with nothing yet immersed in darkness. Its only inhabitant was a young woman, eyes clenched shut in pain. Strands of her cotton candy hair fluttered around her, though no wind occupied the space. Her chest expanded with each deep breath entering her body. Time was no factor here. Seconds seemed to be decades, maybe even millenniums. A garble of voices entered the dimension, causing the woman to stir in her darkness.

Join me…

It was a command. The woman flinched as the voice touched her ears while her body writhed in an unseen pain. One eye opened, followed by the other eye a moment later. Another had joined her space. Rather, another one of her had fallen in as well. Bright red eyes met her crystal blue in an endless stare. The other's face revealed a smile that curdled the blood of the original.

SUBMIT.

Her double reached out, touching the original's right hand and darkness descended upon them both.


A road was always filled with misdemeanors that testing the willpower of oneself. The small, blonde cleric puffed out a small gasp as her foot trailed over another rock, forcing her heel to rub the insides of her boot. The knight spared her a glance while the blue-haired man continued.

Within a moments passing, he froze, one foot extended and a peculiar gaze placed on his face. His head turned back and forth, searching the nearby scenery. To his left, a meadow and on this right, a forest, sat parallel to each other.

"Milord what's…-" The knight broke off as the man waded into the nearby meadow, eyes searching intently.

"Chrom..?" The cleric had never seen her brother act like this and neither had the knight who immediately turned his horse towards the same direction. Chrom paced back and forth, searching warily for a clue.

"I thought…maybe I was wrong?" His voice held a sense of urgency that set Frederick into protective mode. Lissa found herself following in her brother's steps, checking the ground for any abnormalities. A blackened, embroidered shoe caught her eye. Her eyes traced the shoe to the owner, a woman, feet sprawled out on the ground and upper body leaning against a tree. Her eyes were fastened shut, twitching every so often.

"Chrom!" Her tone was more scared than she wanted and braced herself for Chrom and Frederick's sudden appearance. Chrom had already drawn Falchion, ready to defend his sister from the threat. Lissa tugged on his cloak, ushering towards the woman, destroying the killing intent emitted from his body. Frederick remained silent and sheathed his weapon at Lissa's actions.

"Is she dead?" Chrom leaned in closer, watching the pale woman on the ground, unquestionably with curiosity more than anything.

A small breath entered the woman, expanding her chest. Lissa felt a smile tugging at her lips when the woman's blue eyes cracked open, finally awake.

"…Huh…?" Confused. That was all the emotions she held at the moment. Her gaze shifted to the left and then drifted over to the right before falling back on the duo in front of her. The surroundings were as unfamiliar as were the people who stood before her.

Lissa threw her hands to her hips when Chrom held out a hand to the pink haired woman, more irritated that he had beat her to it. The woman on the ground only blinked at the sudden movement. She examined him with questioning glances, making small notes and judgments inside her head. She grasped his hand, feeling her body reeled upwards by his strength.

"Thank you…Chrom…" She smiled before her faced turned neutral. His name shouldn't have been known in normal circumstances and both the blue-haired man and the knight realized the exact thing as well. Friend or foe, she needed to hide her true thoughts. A casual smiled etched out on her face, shielding her fear, confusion, and lack of trust, hiding them behind an icy layer of her mind.

"Who are you? How do you know of milord…?" Frederick, who had been silent up until then, glared at the woman. In his eyes, she was a nameless enemy with a nameless allegiance.

The questions only caused the woman's brow to furrow deeper down onto her crystal blue eyes. Try as she may, her mind gave no answers.

"I…I cannot really say, I do not know myself…" Her voice died off, allowing her eyes to drift towards the ground, feeling guilty for her lack of answers. The man's eyes only narrowed in suspicion at the woman while the other twos' held concern and pity for her. Had she felt like it, she would've scowled; pity was always a sign of knowing a weakness of someone's.

"I've heard of this, it's called amnesia!" The cleric burst out with a comment, receiving a confused look from the amnesiac and another glare from the knight.

"That's about as likely as you going camping, milady." Certainly the man didn't reserve his comments with these two, even though he still held a sense of respect for them. Chrom let out a sigh and shook his head at the knight.

"She doesn't look like she's lying, Frederick…" Chrom turned his stare back to the amnesia woman, appraising her appearance.

"Still, I think we should just leave her here now that she is awake. We have no idea whether she be ally or adversary, milord." Frederick never took his eyes off of her. His stare bore deep within her, as if examining her morals and soul by sight.

"Lissa, can you help her?" Chrom turned back to Lissa, already concerned for the stranger. Lissa only shook her head stating that amnesia was based on the person themselves.

"We'll take her to the town with us, we can decide from there what we can do." Lissa nodded at her brother's suggestion and frowned at the cough from their knight.

"I cannot advise that, milord. If she is an assassin then we would be giving her a greater chance at attacking either of you." Frederick was not going to let this go without a fight.

"So you would suggest leaving an unarmed woman, confused and without memories, alone in a bandit filled area?" Chrom crossed his arms, already adamant on his decision. The amnesiac could only stare at the two in bewilderment, more so at the man named Chrom. She had only just met him and he already trusted her?

"If you'll just give me directions to the closest town, I don't want you guys to fight because of me…" The moment after it left her mouth, she regretted it. Not because of her reasoning but because of the look that all three gave her.

"As I said, I'm not leaving an unarmed woman alone in a bandit infested area. Don't worry, you'll be fine." Chrom smiled gently, already making her feel guiltier than ever. He was too kind for his own good.

"As you wish, milord, but I will be watching her very carefully." The amnesiac took extra notice of the emphasis on the word very but Chrom either didn't hear it or remained ignorant towards it. Lissa grabbed her hand, and compared to her own hand, it was small and delicate.

"Come on! Ylisse is a big place; it'll take forever to get back!" Lissa giggled and pulled the amnesiac away from the elder men. A sharp sensation almost as if someone was tugging on her mind, surfaced in her brain. Nia. It was one word. The amnesiac blinked slowly. No, it was much more than that. It was a name, not just any name, her name. She slammed her feet into the ground, halting the girl in her tracks.

"You okay?" Her eyes searched over the amnesiac like a fawning mother.

"Nia…my name is Nia!" Nia latched on the small girl's shoulders, grinning from ear to ear as she shook Lissa slightly. It was a clue. A small clue but nonetheless a clue. Her sudden actions widened the cleric's eyes till a mirroring smile painted onto her face.

"You'll have all your memories back in no time then!" Lissa cheered with Nia, causing Frederick to roll his eyes and settle his viewpoint on the scenery. Chrom felt the corner of his lips turn upwards too; Lissa's smile was just contagious in all aspects.

Lissa still led, mentioning names like Emmeryn and other names to Nia, who seemed genuine in her interest. Chrom let his steps slow till he was in line with Frederick.

"What do you think, Frederick?" His tone shifted while expression remained calm.

"She appears to be sincere and quite friendly, though it may just be a façade. I will continue to observe, milord." The trot of the horse drowned out their whispers, leaving only Lissa's voice as sound.

"True but I think we should give her a chance all the same." He left Frederick's side, not wanting to further the conversation.

"As you wish milord but I shall still be wary, just in case." Frederick's words left him but to all were unheard as Lissa's shrieks overpowered his voice.

"Chrom, the town is on fire!" Her voice rang clear as day, pulling the two men into attack mode. Without a word, Frederick had hoisted Lissa behind him on the horse while unsheathing his sword with his other hand.

"Nia you stay here out of danger. Frederick, Lissa, and I will go help the remaining villagers." Nia's mouth popped open to protest but Chrom had already disengaged himself from the conversation, charging off towards the town with Frederick on his heels and Lissa only glancing in her general direction.

Nia extended a hand to stop them only to clench her teeth in submission. It wasn't even a minute later before she was stampeding off in the direction they had left in. There was no way she would be able to stay inactive.

The clash of metal pierced her ears the moment she set foot in the city. Cries of terror and fear shirked past her. People flocked out of the city like a herd of animals running from a common predator. A gleam of white steel with gold caught her eye as it smashed down on a dull grey, slicing it completely in half and slashing the wielder deeply in the chest. The streets ran red with blood as Chrom and Frederick chopped down every bandit in their path, completely in sync.

Nia gulped. Could she fight? Fight like Chrom and Frederick to protect this city? Or would she be inadequate for the job? She reached into her bag and pulled out an old, worn out book yielding the word Tonitrus etched across the top. A bandit, clad in leather armor, had snuck behind Chrom with his weapon readied and flew towards the blue-haired man.

Words dribbled out of Nia's mouth and a spark of lightning smashed into the man, crumpling him almost immediately. Her body protested and a small frown placed itself on her face. She was weak, no, beyond weak. Chrom's head turned slightly with Nia now in his sights. With a single hand, he ushered her forward, slamming his adjacent shoulder into the nearby bandit.

She stood behind him, sending out bolts of lightning at other enemies while Chrom attacked head on. Sweat proliferated on their faces as exhaustion set in. Fighting the enemies was easy; fighting the enemies while fighting with a stranger was a different story.

Elbows bumped, shoulders knocked, and feet stumbled around each other. Nia was practically dancing around Chrom, trying to dodge the rest of his body while he slashed. Chrom ducked at every opportunity to avoid Nia's bolts at the same time.

Their lungs gasped for air followed by gaping mouths when the last bandit collapsed to the ground. Nia dropped her upper body, resting her palms on her knees, trying to free her airways. She would be sore tomorrow. The straightening of Chrom's spine and the slowing of his breath sank deep into her mind. She was not accustomed to fighting, not like Chrom or Frederick. Lissa, however, only watched her with great interest.

She forced her body upwards; no pain would be shown, she would hide it till death took her. She brushed of the hems of her jacket, avoiding the gaze that all three were giving her. Their thoughts were almost written across their forehead. A woman, with no known memories besides her name and some fighting, was not only a mage, a fighter, but also a highly trained tactician.

"My body and mind only reacted. I cannot say anymore…I am sorry…" She involuntarily let her eyes drift back to the others who now only seemed to hold her in high regards. And then, Chrom's words broke her life. Here she was, dubbed the new tactician of his Shepherds just because she had fought with them.

"What if I am truly a spy when my memory returns?" Eyes met with hostility from Frederick and gentleness from Chrom.

"I guess we will figure that out then." He smiled and ushered his party away while courteously declining the invitation to stay, much to the cleric's dismay. It wasn't even a moment later that the dismay turned to complaints, now to the dismay of both Chrom and Nia. Frederick just offered to let her ride his horse, already used to the girl's noise.

Clinks of rubbing metal and thuds with each foot step drove the party as far as the sun would allow them. The moon only stood to halt their advancement.

"We make camp here." Chrom pulled his arm into a stretch, beaming at Frederick who had already pulled his sister off the horse. Lissa took a step, legs shaking, before her eyes widened at a new arrival.

"Pteew!" It was a small shriek as the girl spat and rubbed her mouth, bug bits flying. Nia halted the laugh with a previous covering of her mouth. Her body still shook with spasms of giggles while Chrom didn't try to hide it. The looks from Lissa could make even Frederick turn tail.

A low rumble drifted through the camp, stamping out the laughter from the two. All heads turned to Nia as her stomach began to speak. Her face lit up as her body sank to its haunches while her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach in attempt to mask the noise. It was already too late.

"T'would never have expected such a noise from a lady!" The stern Frederick finally cracked a smile. All the same he still shook his head at the situation.

"Perhaps a hunt is in order?" Chrom resumed his laughs, with Nia regretting laughing at Lissa at all.


"We are having bear…this is bear? Maybe a good…taste? Hmm, must be a fine condition of bear meat?" Nia held the leathery substance in her hand, observing all aspects of it before tugging it into her mouth. Her teeth bit into it, letting the rubbery taste explode into her mouth. It was better than nothing, almost devouring the meat in her hands.

Lissa avoided the material with all of her being while Frederick just seemed disgusted by the meat. Chrom, well, Chrom had only said that "meat is meat" causing bitter looks from his knight and sister. Lissa eyelids clasped down on her skin, soft murmurs exiting her mouth in short bursts.

The glow of the fire reflected off her peaceful face while Nia watched the younger girl, miserably. Here was this girl, protected by all those that knew her and here was she, a stranger in the midst of war. Her skin felt tight and jumpy, sleep the farthest thing from her mind. Perhaps when she woke up, her memory would be back or realize that this was actually a dream itself.

Frederick sat rigid to her left, fighting his drooping eyelids in a failing battle.

"You should sleep if you are tired Frederick…" She watched the man awaken himself, either he mentally slapped himself or mentally dropped cold water on himself.

"Not until you go first, I still don't trust you, apologies on my part." Nia tensed her lips. The man was practically dead, well stiff.

"No, it's fine…sleep…is something not on my mind right now…I just don't feel tired…well talking relaxes me slightly…" Nia laid her cheek on her knee, inspecting the man for the first time. Though he was firm and icy with most of his words, he could be considered quite handsome, just like Chrom.

"Then talk if that'll help you sleep." Chrom's voice broke the awkward tension between the two.

"Can't sleep, milord?"

"To answer your question, no, and to give a reason, it's because there are some chatterboxes in our little group here." One eye opened, assessing the two's reactions.

"I really don't know how you guys do it, the fighting that is. It seems like it goes on and on for you guys." Nia returned his look with an ounce of warmth in her gaze. There was no reply.

"So I'm to be the one to talk all night, am I?" Her body shook with laughter when the rhetorical question left her mouth. Still no answer from the two yet both stared at her with enquiring gazes, waiting for more words.

"It seems peaceful…this place, Ylisse…" She leaned back, watching the stars above.

"It IS a peaceful place." Frederick corrected her, causing yet another smile.

Exhaustion finally hit her and sleep began to encase her body like a web.

"I just wish that I'll never forget these little memories …that…I have and…- Her voice went to a whisper till it cut off entirely by puffs of air exiting her mouth. Sleep had finally gotten its grasp on her, tugging her down into the deepest part of her subconscious.

A look passed between the two elder men as their newcomer drifted to sleep.

"She is a strange one, milord."

"That she is…that she is…"


A:N/ Well, you reached the end of the chapter :) I hope you liked it, please review because it makes me feel so much better about myself and more motivated to write another chapter.

Also, I've beaten the game so many times that my head might explode from counting so I will break away from the real lines but still follow the story...loosely...very loosely.