Ok as I said before I was making rewritten version of this story because the original wasn't going anywhere and I didn't want to just want to abandon it outright so this is the best option I was left with.

Disclaimer: I don't own fire emblem.

Waking up a young man with brown hair opened his eyes and looked around the immediate area and found himself in an unfamiliar tent.

Scrutinizing himself he saw he was in a bed with bandages wrapped around his upper body. From the look of them the young man was pretty curtain they were used to treat wounds inflicted on his body which meant whoever brought him here was friendly or at least the didn't have hostile intentions.

Looking around a bit more he saw most of his clothes folded up on the floor next to him. Quickly checking himself he found his strength as of now was limited but he could move around none the less.

"I see you've come to."

The young man turned his head towards the sound of the voice and saw a young girl around his age. Judging from the Nomadic attire and grass colored hair the young man was more than fairly certain she was of Sacean origin.

"That I have though if I may inquire are you the one who treated my injuries?"

"Yes I brought you back here after I found you unconscious and injured in the middle of the plains."

"I see, you have my gratitude for saving my life."

"Think nothing of it I had simply done what I felt was right but enough about that. If I may I'd like to know the name of the man I rescued.

"Mark." The young man confessed.

"A rather odd name but pay me no mind it is a fine none the less."

"Well now that I've given you mine I'd like to ask for yours."

"Lyn."

"I see but before I forget I'd like to ask how long I was unconscious?"

"Two days, speaking of which I've been meaning to ask who was responsible for atta-" Lyn stopped in midsentence as noise of twigs snapping caught her attention which didn't go unnoticed by Mark.

Judging from how Lyn's demeanor went from friendly to tense and wary combined with the said sound seemed to be made from boots stepping on the said twigs it was likely a safe bet to say there were people around who had unknown intentions at best.

"Wait here." Lyn said before leaving the tent not giving Mark a chance to respond.

Sighing Mark simply decided to get the rest of his clothes on before following after the Sacean Nomad. Ignoring the occasional jolts of pain Mark quickly doted a white under shirt with a think brown over shirt and finally a long think green cloak.

Swiftly following after Lyn Mark soon found the Nomad crouched down in a patch of taller grass and was quick to hunch down next to her.

Lyn simply glance at Mark making momentary eye contact before gesturing her head in the direction she was originally looking prompting him to take a look.

Upon seeing what had Lyn's attention Mark immediately spotted two men who from the looks of it were bandits.

"Bandits this isn't good." Mark said.

"They must have came down from the Bern mountains to raid the local villages."

"If that's the case well need to stop them here."

"They're only two of them I should be able to handle them on my own."

"Perhaps but I would rather lend my assistance in any way I am able."

"Mark I appreciate the gesture but you don't have any weapon and using your bare hands is far from wise."

"True but I'm skilled in the trade of strategy."

"So you're a tactician of sorts?"

"Yes."

"I'll be more then happy to take any advice you can give."

"How well versed are you in the art of sword play."

"I've much training under my belt but this will be my first true battle."

"Well if your soon to be opponent's stature is anything to go by it'd be a safe bet to say he's stronger than you."

Lyn shot Mark a small glare. "I think your underestimating me if you're jumping to the conclusion I'll lose."

"No I mean that man has more brute strength."

"Oh sorry."

"It's fine but what I'm trying to say id it's unwise to simply throw yourself at him head on."

"Then what would you have me do?"

"Use your agility to slip past his guard and strike while he's vulnerable."

"Sounds simple enough." Lyn said emerging from her hiding place and heading in the bandit's general direction before Mark could stop her.

'It looks like ambushing the guy's off the table now.' He thought before following after the Nomad at a safe distance as to not get caught up any fight especially since he himself was unarmed. That was a problem he'd have to fix later.

"Who are you?" The bandit demanded upon seeing Lyn.

"None of your concern I'll offer you one chance to cease this foolishness and leave now, do so and I'll spare your life." Lyn replied holding her hand around the hilt of her sword ready to draw it at a moment's notice.

The Bandit simply laughed at Lyn's declaration. "Big talk for someone who's gonna be sold." The Brigand said earning a sigh of annoyance from Lyn.

"Just remember when this is over a gave you the chance to run with your tail between your legs."

Now it was the bandit's turn to become irritated. "I think you're gonna kill me? You're the one who's gonna die." With that the Brigand lunged straight at Lyn making a horizontal swing of his axe which Lyn ducked under before following up with horizontal slash of her which left a moderate gash across her opponent's chest who staggered back a few steps before glaring at the Sacean sword wielder.

"You worthless wench your going to pay dearly for that!" The brigand roared in rage before charging at Lyn who easily sidestepped an overhead swing from the brigand's axe before thrusting her own weapon forward piercing his chest and ending his life.

Wasting no time Lyn kicked the brigand's body off her sword and swung it to the side to get rid of the excess blood.

"It's good to see you came out victorious." Mark said finally nearing the Sacean nomad now that the fighting had subsided even if only momentarily.

"Yes but there's still one more opponent to deal with." Lyndis replied eyeing a blond burly man stalking over to them with an axe in hand and enraged expression.

"He's just one opponent but don't let your guard down."

"I appreciate your concern but you've nothing to worry about. I doubt one more bandit will be much of a threat." Lyn declared growing over confident.

"Is that what you think? Well you're gonna pay for underestimating Batta the beast." The remaining bandit declared before charging at Lyn with an overhead sword with she avoided via leaping backwards before lunging forward and attempting to stab Batta through the heart much like she did with the previous bandit only for Batta to bring his axe up time to parry the blow pushing Lyn back in the process.

'Lyn you're letting your previous victory cloud your judgment.' Mark thought upon seeing Lyn becoming overconfident.

Batta leapt into the air towards his opponent swinging his axe overhead in the process. Lyn side stepped dodging the attack before attempting to counter with a horizontal sash aimed at the side of Batta's abdomen.

Much to her surprise however the brigand somehow managed to pivot his body to the side so he was facing her and bring up his axe in time to block Lyn's attack with flat of his axe's head before pushing Lyn back again before he made another horizontal swing.

Instead of dodging the attack Lyn opted to crouch down and met it head on with an overhead swing. Sword and axe met one another with a loud clang before Lyn pushed her weapon forward causing it to slide underneath Batta's axe whilst grinding against the flat of the axe head until it passed underneath it completely while the axe was swung in a complete horizontal arch hitting nothing but empty air allowing Lyn to make cut in Batta's abdomen at the same time.

Any joy Lyn may have had in gain the upper hand however was short lived when her opponent brought his axe back around with surprising speed. Lyn pulled back in time to avoid decapitation but Batta's axe caught her arm leaving gash in it causing Lyn to stagger backwards.

"It looks like this fight's over, now you'll know what happens to those who are foolish enough to think they can take me on."

Lyn didn't bother giving any reply and simply stood in silence causing Mark to become increasingly worried.

'Lyn if you've realized your mistake you need to hurry and learn from it so it doesn't cost you any more than it already has but you shouldn't give up here.' The tactician though.

"Any last word wench?" Batta said smiling as he believed himself victorious.

"If you seriously think you've ready beaten me then you're taking me for to lightly."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"I'll just be wasting my breath if I tried to explain such a thing to the likes of you so I'll simply finish this here and now." With that Lyn fell into an unusual stance where she crouched down whilst holding her sword above her head and extending her other arm forward.

Mark was perplexed at first unsure of what to make of Lyn actions until it dawned on him that the stance she had taken must have been a special one likely for a specialized sword technique.

Given the overall situation and the turn it had taken with Lyn's wound the tactician had a feeling the swordswoman was banking everything on whatever she was about to do.

Her opponent however failed to take notice of any of this and simply tried to charge her.

"The only one who'll be ending this is me!" Batta roared before two faded afterimages of Lyn appeared in front and behind her before she seemingly disappeared into thin air with a trace causing her opponent to stop dead in his tracks.

"What the-" Was all Batta could get out before slash lines manifested around his body and Lyn reappeared behind him sheathing her sword.

"how….did….you?" Before the bandit could say anything multiple gashing suddenly appeared on his body and of which rapidly leaking out blood before he fell to the ground dead.

"I never would have thought a bandit any actual skill in battle since their lack of honor allows them to attack those who are unable to defend themselves."

"Normally that's the case but even when facing an unrefined brigand you shouldn't underestimate your opponent, doing so can potentially be fatal."

"Yes I have come to realize that." Lyn said before wincing in pain which did not go unnoticed by Mark.

"We'd best get that treated as soon as we're able. Are there any vulnuraries back in your Ger?"

"Yes but we can treat my wound here. I have a vulnerary in my pouch."

"Alright I'll get it out." Mark said before reaching into Lyn's pack and pulling out the vulnerary which he quickly applied to Lyn's wound.

The swordswoman winced as she felt the sting of the item taking effect. After a few more moments the wound was completely healed with not even a scar left behind.

"Now that this ordeal's over what say we head back?" Mark inquired.

"Of course."

XXXXX

"Are you awake yet." Mark heard a familiar voice? Ask before his eyes slowly opened for him the see Lyn standing across the Ger.

"Oh good morning Lyn."

"Good morning. Mark there's something I wanted to discuss with you."

Mark studied Lyn's features a bit and saw it was something that must have been eating away at her since the previous day. Weather it was coming to terms with having her first true battle or something else the tactician couldn't have been certain of until Lyn told him of what it was.

"After yesterday's battle I realized you have some experience in the ways of war and also….I need to get stronger, much stronger if I'm going to avenge my tribe and my parents."

Mark was immediately starting to get the pitcher.

"Lyn forgive me for asking this but were your tribe and family…?" Mark couldn't bring himself to finish.

"It is just as you imply, my family and most of my tribe was killed by a group known as the Tavilier bandits around a year ago" Lyn replied on the verge of tears but managing to hold them back.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories."

"It's fine you had no way of knowing besides I intended to tell you so you'll understand why I need to become stronger."

"You believe I'll be able to assist you?"

"The advice you gave me yesterday was the only reason I'm still alive now."

"Maybe but I don't think you give yourself enough credit. While you're still new to actual battles you've more than a little potential. With time you'll grow to become a high tier sword user."

"Thank you. Does that mean I can come with you when you head out."

"If you so desire you I can indeed allow you to join me but I don't really have any real destination in mind, for the time being I was simply planning on heading to Etruria."

"That's hardly a problem if anything it'll be nice to see other parts of Elibe."

"Very well. We can depart tomorrow." Mark announced before finding in a sudden embrace from Lyn.

"Thank you Mark." She chimed before Mark winced from a sudden jolt of pain brought on by Lyn's action.

It didn't take too long for Lyn to notice and hastily let go. "Ah forgive me, I forgot you were still injured!"

"It's quite alright but anyhow we should begin packing what we'll be able to take with us."

"Agreed." Lyn said before she immediately jumped to the task somewhat to the tactician's surprise."

'She must really desire to head out at the first moment we're able, regardless I think this will make for an interesting journey.' Mark thought as he began to assist the Seacan sword wielder.

Alright that's it for the first chapter sorry if it seemed rushed and that it really lacked length but I couldn't think of a way to make it a 8 to 10k word chapter(which is becoming their average these days) since not much happens even in cannon. But future chapters will visibly have more detail and length to them I assure you.

I tried to capture Lyn's beginner's mistake of underestimating Batta in battle to make the fight scene a bit more entertaining and also so I can better capture her growing stronger as time goes on in future chapters.

I'll try to produce the first few chapters ASAP so we can get to the part where the story's other main character is introduced but they won't be out in a snap so have a little patience and bear with me.