Real A/N: Okay, I'm going for a different approach in this fiction, so bear with me if it starts off odd or something. (When I say 'bear with me', I mean, 'tell me in a review and I'll try to fix it.')
Also, just because I didn't want to end up putting too much of myself into the author, and thus create a self-insert fiction, the main character is a boy. I want to avoid a self-insert because I realize that it looks really bad, and can end up being uninteresting to everyone but the author. This, I find, is because no one is half as interested in you as you are. Thus, I tend to avoid stories such as 'KaixOC' and SasuOC'.
But, I've gone overboard and started to drone on a bit. (And on things that you probably couldn't care less about, too…) On to the disclaimer:
I do not own Fire Emblem, or any of its characters. I do, however, own all original aspects of this fiction, including (but not limited to) any original characters, plots and ideas. I made no profit in the publication of this fiction.
My name is Terrance. It was Terry, until about the sixth grade, when I began to think of myself as 'too old' for names like Terry. But I do recall a period of time during my junior year in high school, which seemed like quite a while to me, where I'd have given nearly anything to be a fifth-grader named Terry.
Back then, I had an ego the size of New York, and a mouth to match. I was the big man on campus. Apparently, something about this gave me the idea that my mother was a complete bitch, and that I was the only one who could keep her at bay.
I had one dog, a German Shepard named Sadie, and one sister. Jay, my sister, is twelve and fluent in the Japanese language. I'm getting a 'C' in English. I'm glad she doesn't rub it in.
Jay isn't your average twelve-year-old girl. She is in love with the Fire Emblem game series. Specifically the Japanese ones, but she was elated when the Game boy game was released in English.
When the second followed, she was all the happier. I was happy because it was almost my seventeenth birthday. Seventeen is just one away from eighteen, which was the age I'd be when I left the house.
I remember waiting for my friend to call one night, and I found Jay's Game Boy on my bed, with Jay herself no where in sight. Weirder still, the game was on.
It was at a save screen, so I saved it and was ready to turn it off when it occurred to me that I had nothing to do. So, instead, I chose an empty game file and began.
Now, I hadn't played a strategy game in a while, but I believed I was doing well. It was late, though, and I was lying down. Sadie was asleep and laying across my stomach. Her rhythmic breathing was hypnotic, and I was beginning to nod off. The last thing I remember was a blue-haired kid bumping into Eirika.