Disclaimer throughout story: I don't own Fire Emblem, but I do own any OC's and the shifts and pokes at the original storyline.

New author's update: from a suggestion from a friend, I decided that it would be a good idea to write full length chapters (~5000-8000 words) and split them up into smaller chapters ~2000-3000 words each. So for my readers that enjoy long sessions, you get 2-5 chapters to read and for my readers that read slower or enjoy shorter chapters they exist now. If you read my other stories, you'll notice that for the new LOZ book coming soon that it will be down like that as well. I haven't decided when I will transition that way for Yu-Gi-Oh! But it will be done also… and when I do the rewrites for them as well I probably will start it up with that and have parts so the chapter names stay the same. Anyway, this author's note will be on all the chapters up to and including chapter 11. (yes, this four chapter thing turned into 11 chapters.) I also did some serious rereading and corrected any mistakes such as cane instead of came and what not. I hope you guys enjoy. :)

Any author's notes at the end of the first four chapters will appear in chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4 if they exist respectively. There won't be any other ending author notes for chapters 5-11. Thanks.

Chapter 1

Something entered into my ears like fuzzy words. Words, what were those? A sharp light came as I started to open my eyes. That's what were these things that let in the bright light were called, right? Two males looked down at me in relief; I thought that's what that facial expression was called. They also looked down at me in confusion. I looked back up with the same expression, I was just as confused. Why were my thoughts so jumbled? One had sharp features with blue hair. Maybe he dyed it. Dyed? Why did I just question myself again? I ignored myself as the other guy's face came into focus with his white hair and slightly softer features. They looked familiar, but I couldn't place where I had seen them. Everything didn't make sense, the questions I asked myself along with the terms I used, where had I learned them? Finally something made it through my confused senses.

"She doesn't look good." The white haired male told the other one. He must have been talking about me. I was pretty sure I was the female of the party, I didn't sense anyone else around. What else was there about me? Blank items except for a searing pain in my head and the sensation to puke was all I could find, that was the word when the bile from the stomach wants to leave quickly, right? I rolled over into a kneeling position on my hands and started emptying what was left in my stomach. It wasn't much except for stomach acid. When was the last time I had eaten? Brown hair fell into my vision as I breathed heavily. Was that my hair? It was pretty long, though, I didn't really know what to expect. The clothing I wear came to my sight as its soft, blue texture registered into my head. There was a bird on them, cartoon penguins? Yes, they were penguins, but why was I outside with such clothing? They weren't day clothes, but sleep clothes, PJs… yeah that's what they're called.

"Take it easy now, are you alright?" The other male asked. They had distinctively different voices. "Are you out here all alone?"

I took a couple breaths as I thought about his questions and waited on my stomach to see what it wanted to do. My vision was somewhat blurrier than before so I doubted that I was alright. As for the second question, I couldn't answer as the headache returned tenfold, but it still didn't hurt as much as it should have. I sat on my knees as I wiped my mouth with my sleeve before nodding. I didn't want these strangers to know I was really off. They seemed friendly and deep down I knew they were, of some messed up reason, but I was still questioning why my memory was blank so it wasn't worth the risk. I looked around with the instinct of finding an escape route, why? I didn't have a clue, maybe it was a hobby or something. But I didn't know. Trees surrounded us with the light of a bright sun coming through the moving leaves. My eyes watered slightly as the sun hurt the sensitive sense and I moved them to the two males that were kneeling down in front of me.

"What are you doing out here?" The blue haired male asked me.

"I don't know…" I answered him. My voice felt it hadn't been used in a while.

"Alright… what about your name? What do you go by?"

"Name?" I started as I thought. Everyone had one, so what was mine?

"Ya," The white haired male asked with a small smile, but there was something in his eyes that told me he was really concerned. They both did even though they seemed like they were trying to make me more comfortable.

I tried thinking again, but my headache grew more as I thought. Somethings did come through the pain. "I think I've been called by several names, but… erm. Am I using these words right? What the hell is wrong of me… where am I?"

"Not far from Ylisstol." The blue haired male replied with a small frown growing. There was definitely something wrong with me. "Weird, you have a hair style like Marth's."

"Marth?"

"Chrom, can I talk to you for a second?" The white haired male asked of the blue haired male. Chrom nodded and they stood up. They were easily taller than I was as they took a few steps away and muttered making some eye contact with me. I looked down at myself and noticed my clothing was a lot different than theirs. Mine seemed so modern compared to their … archaic clothing. I shook my head and turned back to the question of my name. Several names popped up like Mickey, Shorty, and something Jedi whatever that was, but they didn't seem like mine. Mykie, why was it spelt like that? It came up as well, but as close as it was; it wasn't it. Why couldn't I recall my name? The two males were suddenly back in front of me as I felt their presence. I looked up and almost jumped out of my skin, I wasn't expecting them to be right there.

"Sorry kid, didn't mean to frighten you." Chrom apologized.

Kid sounded so wrong to my ears. "I'm not… a kid."

"Sounds like Ricken."

"I'm serious, dammit why can't I remember my name?!"

"You can't remember?" the white haired guy asked. They both looked really concerned now.

"I can't remember anything!" raised my voice slightly, I was starting to panic. I tried to calm down, but I was too confused. "The only thing I know is that your clothes are weird."

"I was going to say the same about your clothes." Chrom answered like he was partially insulted, but got serious again as I tried to hold my tears back. "So what do you recall?"

"Nothing, I don't remember anything."

"Maybe we can help you with your name." The white haired male suggested. "Mine's Robin and this is Chrom. What ideas do you have so far?"

"M-y-k-i-e, Mykie, but it's not my real name, a nickname I think."

"Well, I know of Mikey, which is short for Mike, which is short for Michael. So maybe your name is something like Michael." Chrom placing down his help.

"Michael… Michael… a… Michaela…erm." I looked at the dirt and wiped it away to reveal the ground and started to spell out the work Michael with a nearby stick. I added a 'k' in place of the 'ch' and added an 'a' at the end of the name. I shook my head and wiped it away. I wrote down Mykie and wiped away 'kie' before adding the 'ch' to the 'My', "This looks like it… what's that drink with alcohol in it, what's it called?"

"Beer?" Chrom asked.

"Wine?" Robin added after I shook my head.

"No, another name, its raw form."

"Ale?" Chrom said.

"Ya…" I added the 'ale' to the end but it didn't fit. "Mykie- M-y-c-h-a… I maybe… M-y-c-h-a-i-l…a, Mychaila, Mychaila is my name."

"That has to be the most complex way to find out a name not to mention, that spelling."

"It's… personally… I think… well, I don't really know, I just know that's how it's spelt."

"I think it's pretty nonetheless." Chrom said, he seemed like he was being really soft.

I smiled slightly before my vision went blurry. I blacked out for a moment and found myself to have fallen over and looking up at Chrom as he moved my hair out of my face. "Robin, go get two horses and Lissa. She has a fever."

"I'll tell the others to head out as well, we need to get the supplies back before something attacks." Robin told him.

"Good idea."

Chrom looked back at me as Robin's running steps faded. I started to sit up when Chrom placed a hand on my shoulder keeping me down. "Take it easy, you're not well."

"What's-what's wrong with me?" I stammered. "Nothing is making sense."

"I know a lot of things don't make sense now, but they will over time."

"When?" I asked him sitting up in frustrated. "I don't know who I am, where I came from, why my accent is different from yours and whether or not to trust you! People aren't just nice to others because they find them lying in this…" I looked around, "Forest!"

"Some people are, even when they shouldn't." Chrom answered calmly. "You are a stranger to me as well, but that's no excuse not to help someone. What kind of person would it make me if I just left you here for some dastards to come along and find you?" I almost laughed at the word, dastards. I didn't know why it was funny, but it was. "I truly don't know if you are a fabulous actress or you are truly amnesic, but my instincts tell me that you are scared, need help, but most of all not a bad person."

"Says your heart, but it will probably get you killed some day."

"I rather go out believing in someone and have them betray me than leaving someone that could be my friend behind."

"If it means anything, the only reason why I'm not running or attacking is because the feeling is mutual."

"Attacking in your condition?"

"Ya!" I told him with enthusiasm. "Don't underestimate me, I know stuff."

A smile formed on his face before I caught a glimpse of a frown when my headache flared up again. Tears left as the pain was too much, but I kept my mouth shut. The sun glared down at me again. Chrom touched my hand that grabbed my head and I blacked out. In that moment I found myself in a different place lying in bed with a desk and a lamp sitting in front of me. The lamp wasn't on, but I could tell there was someone in the room with me. I quickly turned to it to see someone in the blackness.

I jerked awake to Chrom looking back down at me again as a sigh left his lips. "Please don't do that again."

"I think I have an idea on what happened to me." I stated ignoring his panicked tone, I was already panicked enough.

"What happened?" Robin asked as a girl hopped of a second horse that she was on.

"Mychaila passed out again and I think she remembered something."

"I think I was attacked in my room, there was someone there, but that's all I remember."

"Hey, Robin has a buddy." The girl stated.

"Lissa. That isn't funny," Robin replied darkly.

"I know…"

"Buddy?" I questioned.

"Robin has amnesia too." Lissa answered.

"He does?"

"Lissa, she has a fever, can you treat her until we make it back home?" Chrom asked her.

Lissa nodded and Chrom picked me up. I squeaked in surprised and grabbed onto his shirt for dear life. I don't think I was afraid of heights, but rather not liking to be picked up.

"Sorry, did I hurt you."

"N-no, I just don't like to be picked up apparently," I told him exactly what I told myself.

"You are surprisingly light, people could play catch with you."

"Throw me and see what happens."

"Relax I won't throw you. I promise."

"Cross your heart?"

"I'll only throw you if it's an absolute necessary action."

I slightly relaxed before hiding my face in his chest as the leaves didn't block the sun anymore. Why did the light bug me so? The headache came back and the feeling of wanting to puke also came with it, but I swallowed and hoped for the best. I still had the feeling of being helped by these strangers was not the best idea, but it was all I had. Chrom was right, my condition was not one for attacking and being able to defend myself. Though, one thing did help keep me from completely freaking out again was the instinct of somewhat recognizing them. Yes, that makes perfect sense, to know strangers before I even knew my own name. Perfect logical sense.

"You alright?"

"The sun hurts my eyes."

"You're eyes are a lighter color, do you have a headache?"

"Yes,"

"That would be the reason then, they might be sensitive due to that."

"You sound like a doctor."

"More like a victim of circumstance."

"You're lucky Chrom and Robin found you. Ruffians have been nasty lately, not to mention the Risen." Lissa told me as she got back on the horse. "I'll heal you along the way, okay?"

I just nodded, how could she heal me on the back of a horse?

"You ever been on a horse?" Chrom asked me.

"I don't know, I wish I did though."

"Right…"

"On the ruffian subject, Fredrick is leading everyone back to the city." Robin told Chrom as he placed me on the horse.

"Fredrick?"

"A good friend," Chrom replied, "And I'm guessing he had a message."

"Yes, along the lines of 'I trust your instincts, but they will backfire on you.' And some other words that are slightly vulgar."

"What's your opinion?"

Robin looked at me before mounting on the horse with Lissa. "I believe her and I'm glad we are helping her. I can tell she won't try and kill you in your sleep."

"And if I tried?" I questioned.

"That's when Robin comes and save me, right?" Chrom answered jumping onto the horse behind me.

Robin smiled cheekily and the horses were off throwing me backwards against Chrom's chest.

"Sorry," I said as I knocked the wind out of him.

He chuckled after getting some air, "I guess this would be your first time on a horse going at this speed."

I got off of him and looked around. We weren't going that fast, just the speed jump got me. I turned back to my thoughts, Robin was in the same place I was in now and somehow built a whole new life where Chrom and he had total trust in each other. But what about mine? Could I just up and start again? What kind of person was I before ending up in the forest? What kind of meaning did that room have to me? Who was that person? Who am I? Where did I come from? My stomach turned as I grew dizzy again, I pushed forward. What happened after or before that event? Suddenly an arm wrapped around me and held me close to him. A heartbeat echoed in my ear.

"Don't think too much about it." Chrom said softly, it was comforting. "We'll figure it out the answers to your questions."

"How did you-?"

"You started falling off the side of the horse and I guessed with your pattern you were trying to reach for answers. You're going to hurt yourself if you stress over it."

"What are you a councilor?" I asked him with slightly sarcasm as I looked up at him, tilting my head back. I know he was trying to help, but I was apparently not very good at leaving puzzles alone.

Chrom laughed a bit. "No, I'm just a shepherd."

"A shepherd knows his flock I guess." I muttered. "Two of your sheep have amnesia, little weird don't you think?"

"Stranger things have happened."

I looked forward as the sun was glaring at me again. There was a castle that peaked over a wall and a group of people ahead of us. "Is that the rest of your group?"

"Yes, the one that is separating from the group is Fredrick." Chrom told me.

"And there's a castle in there, it's pretty."

"Yea, I guess it is. So you still have no idea how you ended up in that forest."

"No, my feet are cold, I'm in PJs-"

"PJs?"

"Sleepwear," I corrected myself.

Answer all the terms with different synonyms, but I didn't even know what my eye color was, oh no that was just too much. I knew the names of the tree types and the type of grass that was on the side of the road, but nothing about myself. I ignored Chrom's warning and tried again. How can one be so smart yet so stupid? I tried thinking about anything that might have happened. If I had family, maybe the person – no that man – it was definitely a man. But who? How did he get in there? Why in the middle of the night, I must have fought back. I instinctively reached my hand to my neck and found it slightly sensitive and dry blood flaked off. A needle wound? Jabbed? With what? A bad trip? Be a stupid place to try and get high. I went back to the room, maybe I could remember where that room was… my thoughts were destroyed by a sharp pain in my head. I screamed and fell of the horse onto the dusty, hard ground. Panic filled me along with the pain as it started to die down. Why does my head fill with pain when I try to remember? A feeling of dreed and the feeling of something being very wrong only rose my panic meter. Tears formed as Chrom dropped down beside me and the pain started to subside. After a few breaths I took Chrom's hand as he pulled me onto my knees.

I broke down, it was too much. Nothing made any logical sense, my thoughts became vocal, there was too much. "Why does this sharp pain in my head come when I try to remember? I'm scared, I don't know how I got here and this feeling, I don't know what it is, but it tells me that everything is so wrong."

Robin and Lissa got off the horse next to us.

"Some magic to keep you from remembering perhaps," Lissa suggested as she grabbed a staff from the horse's saddle. She muttered some words and the sensation of feeling better hit me, but it didn't take away my confusion or frustration.

"If someone was a threat to me," Robin began. "Wiping their memory or blocking it would be the best way to get rid of someone and let nature do my work. There would be no evidence for it to be led back to me."

"Or in this case Ruffians and Risen." Chrom growled.

"Then again, you could be acting."

"I'm not acting!" I shouted before grabbing my hand as I noticed it start to shake. "I just- I just want to know how to get home."

"Milord, what's the disturbance." A deep voice entered the conversation. We turned to it and I saw a man in a lot of armor standing next to a well armored horse as he walked a few feet and stopped.

"Fredrick meet Mychaila, she's very lost and has no memory."

"Another one?"

"Yes, Chrom seems to be collecting us like kittens." Robin stated. "Though, there could be a connection."

"There is a few months difference and your clothing are normal, hers on the other hand…"

"Are made from cotton and polyester and are just fine for sleeping." I answered, I don't know why I was defending my PJs, but I was.

"We've come to the conclusion that she isn't lying." Chrom stated out loud to the man. I somewhat died down in my panic, at least someone believed me or maybe Robin did and was weighing all the options… didn't matter I was just glad someone believed me out loud.

"I could have told you that just by looking at the fear on her face." Fredrick commented. "My question is why is she so frightened and on the ground."

"I fell of the horse when a sharp pain entered my head. I was tried to remember something about me." I answered. "The only thing I got was that there was a man in my room."

"You remember your last location?"

"Just that it was in my room and a man was in ther-." I stopped as the headache came back and I grabbed my head.

"I think that's enough questions for now so think about something else." Chrom told me as he picked me off the ground. "And please stay on the horse, it would be bad if it ran you over."

I nodded as he placed me on the saddle. I didn't want to think about it anymore anyway. Whatever these memories were, they were obviously not to be touched any time soon. Chrom got on behind me and we were off again towards the castle in the city. I leaned forward as I felt tired all of a sudden and made myself comfortable on the bumpy ride on the horse's mane and fell asleep.