Hey wassup all, it's been forever since I've attempted at any story and this is a first. I've never attempted a Fire Emblem story but I've recently gotten hooked thanks to my GBA emulator. Specifically Rekka no Ken and Sacred Stones.

And I hope you all don't mind me taking a few liberties with the time frame of travel, I don't usually get realistic when it comes to video games (takes all the fun out of it) but I refuse to believe you get from point A to point B in a matter of like a day or if its very far away two to three days you know. Unless of course the game specifically mentions the time frame.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fire Emblem


Lyn was sitting on the log that they had dragged over while she enjoyed the stew she had made. She looked up from her bowl to find her companion of two weeks now concentrating on the small leather book in his left hand while the right carefully cradled his own bowl.
Every night since they began their journey together he would read his book with what little light he could, Lyn was very curious as to what was so fascinating about the pages within.

"Marek?" She began.

"Yes? What's on your mind Lyn?" Marek returned her question.

He looked up at her with his deep blue eyes and paitiently waited for her to begin. Lyn couldn't help but find the man sitting across from her very attractive, the way the setting sun's light played about the angles of his face. His black hair that seemed to spike naturally even when she had found him on the plains.

"May I ask you a question?" She continued.

"That depends." He quickly answered.

"On what exactly?" She tried again.

"If the question is about my scar." He said while indicating the two scars that ran from his lower left jaw and up just under his left eye.
"Then no you certainly may not."

"Oh... I didn't mean to offend." Lyn answered in an apologetic tone.

"You have done no such thing Lyn, I apologize if my tone was less than friendly. It is... It is a sensitive subject." Marek explained.

"No, no I understand." Lyn smiled at him. "So then, may I ask you a question not pertaining to your scar?"

"By all means." He said.

"What are those books you're always reading?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

"Well the one I'm currently reading is my book of tactics and strategy, I'd love to try some of these if we had more people." He answered.

"And the other one?" She asked again.

"The other one is a book of class analysis." He said.

"Class analysis?" Lyn echoed.

"Yes, for example, the bandits we've ran into every now and again. I'm sure you've noticed that they all, more or less, fight the same way." He explained. "More often than not, they're muscle monkeys with any kind of axe they can find."

Lyn giggled at his analogy of the fools they had encountered. Marek noticed her small giggle and offered a small smile of his own in return.

"Would you care to read them Lyn?" He asked.

"Oh, um no thank you Marek." Lyn quickly said.

"Are you sure? I'm fairly certain you could get some helpful knowledge out of them." He tried.

"It's not that I don't think I wouldn't its just that um... Icantread." She finished in a very hushed tone.

"Can't read... Surprising. Although I guess growing up on the plains reading was a skill deemed as unnecessary." He said.

"Yes..." Lyn mumbled.

"Would you like me to teach you?" He asked.

"W-what?" She asked while looking up at him.

"You don't have to agree, I just thought it might be something to do while we're traveling." He said.

"Are you sure? I mean I'm not exactly the easiest person to teach." She mumbled again.

"Nonsense." He said while walking over to her. "It would be my pleasure Lyn."

Marek reached into his bag and pulled out a small leather book much like the ones he read the only difference being this one was red while the others were black. He handed the book to her then pulled out a quill pen and an ink well. Lyn opened the book to find it completely blank.

"I don't understand Marek, what am I to do with a blank book?" She asked him.

"This way you can actually learn the proper ways to write letters and words instead of simply copying the images of them." He explained.

"Oh, I see. So what should I write first?" She asked.

Marek smiled at her and began explaining the shapes and curves to form certain letters. They worked together until the only light was from the glowing embers of their campfire. Marek closed the book for her and collected the writing materials. Standing from the log he offered her his hand. Smiling she took it and they retired to the tent that they shared.

"Thank you for teaching me how to read and write Marek." Lyn said while getting into her bedroll.

"No need to thank me Lyn." Marek smiled at her. "It's what friends do, is it not."

Lyn smiled at his words then closed her eyes for some much needed rest.

Lyn and Marek continued their journey towards Bulgar early in the morning after a simple breakfast. Lyn couldn't help but look he companion over for the third time since the morning had begun. By his attire one would never guess him to be a simple tactician. The dark blue coat that ended at his calves and spread at a certain angle that made it resemble a Falcon's tail. The simple black shirt under it, no extra embroidery. The dark leather belt holding up simple black breeches and black leather boots. All in all he did not cut an intimidating figure with his clothes alone, adding in his dark slightly spiky hair, piercing dark blue eyes and the scars of his face however. The sword that he carried in his left hand which resembled Lyn's in shape also helped.

"Hey, Marek." Lyn began.

"Yes, Lyn?" He responded.

"I never got a chance to ask before but, why do you carry around that sword?" She asked.

"Mostly to discourage bandits and pickpockets for attacking me." He lied. "If I were to be attacked I would most likely be killed."

"Surely you know some forms of attacking and defense?" She said almost surprised.

"True, I know a few techniques that could keep me alive, but not for long." He lied again. "But enough, we don't need to dwell on that for too long. After all, you're here."

Marek looked at her at the end of his statement and smiled, a small smile but a smile none the less. Lyn smiled back at him. The rest of the trip to Bulgar was uneventful, only the sound of various creatures in the trees keeping them entertained. When the city came into view Marek was actually surprised, it was larger than he expected. Lyn was instantly going from shop to shop looking for anything and everything. He had finally caught up with her when one single voice was able to cut through the crowd.

"Oh, my heart! What a dazzling vision of loveliness!" Both Lyn and Marek turned towards the voice.

"Hm?" Lyn scowled.

"Wait O beauteous one!" The man continued. "Would you not favor me with your name? Or better yet your company?"

"Where are you from, sir knight, that you speak so freely to a stranger?" The rage in her eyes clearly visible.

"Ha! I thought you'd never ask! I am from Lycia." The man smiled. "I hail from the Caelin canton, home to men of passion and fire!"

Lyn crossed her arms with her brows tightly knitted together. "Shouldn't that be "home to callow oafs with loose toungues"?"

"Ooooh... You're even lovely when you're cruel." The man said.

"Let's go Marek. I've nothing more to say." Lyn said.

Marek stepped walked by her side as she stormed towards the city exit.

"Wait! Please..." The man called after them.

"Sain! Hold your toungue!" A man in red armor chastised the first.

"Ah! Kent my boon companion..." The man now known as Sain started.

Marek and Lyn were too far away to hear the rest of their conversation. They had almost exited the city when their path was blocked by horses, by the matching armor they clearly they belonged to the two knights still bickering like school boys.

"Excuse me! You're blocking the road. If you would be so kind as to move your horses..." Lyn stated.

"Of course, my apologies." Kent said.

"Thank you, you, at least, seem honorable enough." Lyn said.

"Hm? Pardon me, but... I feel we've me before." Kent said with a thoughtful face.

"I beg your pardon?" Lyn asked with confusion written on her face.

"Hey! No fair Kent! I saw her first!" Sain nearly pouted.

"Tsk! It seems there are no decent men among Lycia's knights!" Lyn scowled and stormed away Marek following behind her.

"Wait! Please! It's not like that!" Kent called after them.

Lyn's face was set in a deep scowl, it was frightening if Marek was being honest with himself. Not really knowing what else to do he gently put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him with and her frustration seemed to melt away.

"Are you well Lyn? Those men didn't get to you too bad did they?" He gently asked.

"No. Its just, because they're knights I'm to swoon over them and go share a bed after one line declaring my beauty?" She said while stomping her foot.

"There, there Lyn. We're away from them now, let us continue on our way yes?" He smiled at her.

"Yes." She smiled back at him.

They had only gone perhaps fifty yards out the city gates when a group of five bandits had come upon them. Their leader, a large man with graying hair and a wicked scar on his right temple stepped directly in front of Lyn.

"My my, aren't you the pretty one. Your name is Lyndis is it not?" He asked.

"What did you call me?" Lyn asked surprised. "... Who are you?"

"What a waste, such a waste... The things I'll do for gold. Oh well time to die darlin'!" The man smirked as his croonies took up postions surrounding them.

Marek had one hand on the hilt of his blade while Lyn backed up unsure of how to even begin to get safe.

"Oh, no! There's more than I can handle..." She said almost scared. "But I won't give up!"

"Hey there she is!" A voice called out.

"Huh?" The bandit grunted.

"What?" She asked turning towards the voice.

"Whew... Finally caught up." It was Sain and Kent.

After a brief argument on how to proceed it was decided that Sain and Kent would follow Marek's order and help them be done with these brigands. Ignoring a few mishaps with Sain and his lance the battle was short lived and everyone more or less unscathed. Following the knight's reason for looking for Lyn they were both shocked to find her being nobility. Lyn wasn't sure of what to do now.

"I'm sorry Marek, this makes things much more complicated then I had previously thought." She looked at him. "What will you do? Will you come with me or continue on your own?"

"It's up to really, I've no where to be." He said.

"You wish for me to decide?" Lyn asked. "It could be dangerous."

"Isn't it always." He answered.

"... Thank you Marek. I would be happy for your companionship to Caelin." She smiled at him.

"Of course, now let us be off." He said simply.

Lyn smiled at him and they all began towards Caelin, but not before making a detour towards a shrine of some sorts.

They had been traveling for three days now and were setting up camp for a much needed rest. Lyn still continued her studying with Marek whenever she could and was surprised with herself at how fast she was learning. Marek didn't seem surprised at all, almost like he knew she would be able to get this as quickly as she had. Night had fallen and Lyn had gone to her tent. She saw Marek attempt to follow only to be stopped by Kent, Marek smirked and walked towards his own.

Sleep refused to take her as she tossed and turned over the events that had happened in the past two weeks. Finding Marek unconcious on the plains, defeating pillaging bandits with his help, now most recently finding she was the Marquess' Granddaughter. She rose from her bedroll and exited her tent in hopes of speaking with Marek. When Lyn poked her head into his tent however she found an empty bedroll. Curious she examined the tent for any trace of the man and found light foot prints leading off to the veil of trees. That's where she found him sitting cross legged with his blade in his hands starring into the blade.

"What troubles you? Can't sleep?" He asked before she was even near him.

"Um, y-yes." She said. "I was hoping we could talk."

He rose from his position on the ground and re sheathed his sword. Turning to face her his face illuminated by the moonlight.

"Of course, what's on your mind Lady Lyndis?" Marek asked.

"Please don't call me that." She quickly said.

"It is who you are, it would be best to properly address you as such." He said.

"But we're friends, and friends don't use honorifics." She reasoned. "We are friends, right Marek?" She asked while stepping closer to him.

"Of course we are, it is just-

"Just what?" She cut him off and invaded his personal space.

"We are now even further from one another on the social scale." He responded. "At first I was but a simple tactician and you were a proud Sacean nomad, already higher than I could hope to reach. Now you are a noble of Caelin and still I am but a lowly tactician."

"Don't say that." She said softly. "You're my friend, we're on the same level as we always will be." She finished with a smile.

"So you say, but I think your new vassal Kent would have objections to such a claim." Marek said.

"Yes, I noticed that. I must ask you, why were you coming to my tent?" She asked.

"If I were to lie it would be that I was going to help you with your reading some more." He said. "But the truth is my feet carried me there and when I bumped into Kent, well you saw."

"Oh?" She blushed at his statement.

"How is your reading and writing coming along, if I may ask." He said.

"Good, I agree it would be easier if we had more time to work on it but I'm getting the hang of it." She answered.

"Excellent, it wouldn't do anyone any good if the other nobles found that one could not read. Trust me, I know how petty they can be." He said.

An awkward silence fell upon them as Lyn was still close to Marek while he made sure not to touch her. She took one more step towards him and before he could protest had her hand on his left cheek. Brushing her thumb over his scar, she looked into his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Did it hurt?" She asked.

"I already told you, you may not ask questions about my scar." His voice had an edge to it.

"I just have, now, will you answer it?" She asked again.

"... More than you could imagine." He answered, this time his voice sounded sad.

"Okay, that is all for now." She said. "I'm sorry, I just-

"Don't worry about it, you were curious." He cut her off.

Marek placed his hand over her's and she could feel his lips curve into a small smile.

"I think this is the most I've heard you speak since I found you on the plains." She said.

"We never had much to talk about. But yes, I tend to be soft spoken." He said.

Without another word Lyn threw herself at him, placing her lips over his own. He did not shove her away, but gently nudged her away. He did not give any response as he walked back towards their camp. She remained frozen where she stood for quite some time before she too walked back to camp. Marek already back in his tent, gave no signs of movement to still be awake. Worried that she may have made him, Lyn went back to her tent making sure to talk with him about it in the morning.

When the morning came, Marek refused to speak with her. His body language did not make him come off as angry, and his eyes still held the usual cold calculating look they always had. Lyn was clearly upset, but she did not let it get to her as she was ordered to cut through bandits that were attempting to take the Mani Katti from the shrine. Besides desecrating the shrine by knocking out a wall, the battle was short lived. As thanks the priest allowed her to place her hands on the sword, Marek wasn't really paying attention. All he really knew now was that she didn't have to use the dulling iron sword she had been. They quickly resumed their march towards Lycia, only being stopped in a village that was under attack by bandits. There they met an old friend of Lyn's, the rather shy Pegasus knight, and a rather, odd, archer named Wil.

"Lyndis's Legion, huh?" Marek said. "Things just get stranger and stranger."

Lyn looked at him, surprised that he had actually spoken. She could tell his gaze was on Florina though.

"I think we've stayed here enough, let's continue." He spoke again.

Everyone nodded and continued their journey towards Caelin.


Now I know the game says they've only been away from the plains for 10 days when you get Florina and Wil, but it just seemed odd to me.

So I really hope none of you will bring down the fact hammer because I've strayed a bit from the actual time frame.

-Raidori