Lyn's Chronicles

Author's note: I've been searching for an idea forever, and this is my first crack at it. All forms for critisism will be quite tolorated. Hopefully this isn't too bad. Now...Lady Lyndis has always been my favorite character in the fire emblem series. No specific reason why, then the idea just hit me as I washed shelves at work: "Why not make Lyn's history!" And that's how this was born. Now, let's begin.

Update (12/11/06): I just finished the Lyn Campaign (Again...) and I found out that her father WAS the Chief of the tribe, and his name was Hassar. So I fixed that up.

Prologue

"Lyndis!"

Lyndis woke up to the sudden scream, rubbing her eyes from the short sleep from the previous night. Her hair surrounded her head. It was of a mix of blue, green and a little brown. Her hair, untied as always, covered her ears and ran down her back. Some couple rays from the sun, which was rising from the endless green plains, came in through the cracks of her tent, the clouds separated in the wake of such of a ball of fire, clearing the eventual blue sky.

"Lyndis!"

Lyndis slipped quickly into her everyday blue clothing, which wrapped snug around her upper body, but leaving only the long flaps that covered in inside of her long, thin legs. She looked around the inside of her tent, finding the belt that strapped around her waist. Lyn was never a softy, although the appearance of her face suggested otherwise. It was always taken upon herself that she could actually fight along side men, but her tribe, the Lorca, rejected such an "outrageous" request.

"Lyndis!" She heard again, and still a woman's voice, that of her mother's. Her father, Hassar, was the Chief of the tribe, the most skilled fighter and hunter, and also the personal "apprentice" or aide, if you will to the Wiseman. Her mother was not born from within the tribe, but that's all Lyndis was certain of.

"Lyndis, my daughter, please hurry, we don't have much time!" Lyndis's mother said loudly as she bursted through the entrance, trying to catch her breath.

"What's going on, mother?" Lyndis asked, oblivious to what her mother is trying to tell her.

"They...they are coming...bandits, more than the men can possibly handle! I pray you hurry, seeing that they can only hold them off a little lon-" She said before she stopped, as a man with the possession of a short white beard, put his hand on Lyndis's mother's shoulder.

"You must leave quickly, the bandits come in greater numbers than we could have been ready for. Quickly now milady, there is no time to lose." He said quickly through his hesitant voice quite quickly for his age. He was the elder, the Wiseman if you will, for the tribe. He gave council to all who needed it.

"I wish to fight!" Lyndis said loudly and with a little anger.

"Women cannot fight! It is against the tribe's code! We will not have this discussion again! Not under these circumstances!" Lyndis's mother yelled out, stress could be felt in her voice.

"Madelyn, we must hurry. Lyndis, I understand your will to fight, however you cannot fight, now, please escape!" The elder said more loudly than before, the sounds of battle cries ringed in the air, the sounds of iron and steel alike, clashing as swords and shield are bent and smashed together in the background. The resistance has commenced, although they knew it was in vain. Lyndis started to run away with her mother, while the elder stayed, knowing he could no longer escape his death. Across tents and debris alike, Madelyn and her daughter ran toward the plains. But what they saw in that direction was utter horror to them. Several dozens of bandits jogged toward the encampment, each carrying various weapons, such as axes, swords, bows and lances.

"Oh no...this cannot be..." Madelyn muttered to herself as she stood near the edge of the camp, standing beside Lyndis.

They both turned around and ran into the settlement, mostly in confusion. But as they ran, Lyndis started running alone, and by the time she noticed this, she saw her mother behind her, laying on the ground, an arrow stuck in her back. She dashed back to her aid, her mother, crying out in pain.

"No! Mother!" Lyndis cried out as tears started to leave her eyes, and roll down her checks.

"Lyndis...my dear sweet child...you have been a...great daughter for me...I'm sorry...it must...end like this...I...lov...yo..." She gasped, with her lasts breaths, the life of her, exiting her body. Tears from Lyndis's eyes flowed freely now, as she attempts to pull her mother's body into a nearby tent. As she came into on such tent, dragging her mother's remains along, a woman screamed in panic from next to the entrance, and the noise of steel would be heard, hitting the back of Lyndis's head. She fell down, unconsciously laying out on her mother's body.