This is another story about Ryo and his group, which will take place in the world of Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword. And there will be at least one other that takes place in Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance. Enjoy the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire emblem or any characters associated with it. I do own Rey, Ryo, and the other new characters that you will see in either this story, or the sequel that I base on Path of Radiance.
The Sacaen Swords
Prologue: The Separation
"Now we finally have you, Ravim!" Ryo exclaimed. "In accordance with the laws of the Elementals, you will perish, and your element of Darkness will be no more. This execution is approved by the Elementals of Fire, Water, Ice, Lightning, Light, Psyche, Wind, and Earth. Are there any last words you wish to speak?"
The man cloaked in black said, "Yes, good bye."
Without warning, 7 different time warps opened up, and the group of 7 good elementals fell through each of the warps and disappeared to different dimensions. Where they will end up, only Fate knows…
(Or in this case… only I know…)
Ryo kept on falling and falling. After a while, he noticed he was loosing parts of his soul. The memory of his friends and family was starting to disappear, along with his love for all life. He then saw that his body was aging the wrong way. His 16 year old self was reverting to when he was 12 years old, and he was really scared, because he could barely control his powers at that age… 'Oh great' he thought, 'I'm going to go through the worst part of puberty all over again…'
The void was all he saw until he passed out…
The Sacaen Plains:
A young girl of 11 years was running through the plains towards her father's tent. She had long green hair which was bound at one time, but the binding came out as she ran. Her eyes were a bright blue shining with mischief, and stained with worry at the time. Her green dress flew in the breeze with her, and the white leggings underneath were threatening to trip her if she didn't slow down.
"Father! Father!" the girl exclaimed as she ran in the big tent.
"What's the matter, Lyndis?" The chief of the Lorca Tribe of the Sacaen plains asked.
"I saw something strange in the forest north of here. It was big, round, red, and it looked like it was made out of magic."
"If you think it's dangerous, why don't we lead a group of tribesmen out to meet the threat? We will see what it is first, and then attack if necessary." The chief explained.
"Ok… I just hope it's not something bad… I felt something tugging at my heart when I saw it, but I have no clue why…"
The Northern Forest:
"Ahh crap that hurt a lot… Where the heck am I?" The young boy asked. He had red, spiky hair and deep blue eyes that shifted to green and grey sometimes. He was wearing a blue samurai haori and yukata, with a long, cloth-wrapped katana at his waist (Guess who it is). He realized he still had some of his memories from his later years, and it was all he could do to deep a hold of those powerful, important memories. He could see metal shining in the sun, and in an instant, his too-big-for-a-kid sword was out and intercepted an arrow that was meant for his right hand.
"Ok, I'm in a really bad mood right now. I'm in an unfamiliar place, and people are already trying to kill me… Is there any chance that I can just talk to you guys?" The boy asked. The next instant, he could see tribesmen with bows and swords surrounding him on all sides. Then, one of them came out of the surrounding ring as if to talk to the boy. He had an air of command about him, and the boy knew that this man could help him.
"We are the Lorca Tribe of the Sacaen Plains. Who are you, and why did you come out of that portal?" The boy tried to explain what he could remember. "I was fighting someone powerful, because he had broken sacred rules that I once knew. But, after he pushed me through that warp, I lost most of my memories, and it's all I can do to keep the ones I still have." After he finished, he felt a blinding pain enter the back of his neck. As he fell, the boy saw a girl a year younger than him with green hair and bright blue eyes holding a rock in her hand, and then he knew nothing…
"Was that good, Daddy?" Lyn asked her dad. The chief would've laughed, but he was worried about the boy's condition. "I'm not sure that helped much, Lyn. I just hope that he wasn't harmed too much. Our healers should be able to help him. Would you please carry him?" Lyn's eyes widened at that. "How come I have to carry him, father? I'm the one who got him, so doesn't that mean that someone else has to carry him?" Lyn argued. "On the contrary, Lyn, it's the exact opposite of what you were trying to explain. One of the Sacaen Rights is that when someone is injured, the one who injured him should help them as much as possible." Her father explained to her. "Darn it… Ok. Just give me a second. Do you think you can carry his sword for me? I think that will add more weight than I can carry."
The chief took the sword in his left hand and marveled at the workmanship. The hilt had a black base, and was wrapped with dark blue cloth. At the bottom of the hilt was a gold piece used to keep the cloth in place in the shape of a tiger running through a forest. Between the blade and the hilt was a silver tsuba (it means crosspiece in Japanese) carved into the likeliness of twin firebirds circling each other on the top end, and twin tigers doing the same on the lower end of it. The blade itself completed the dangerous beauty that was the sword in his hand with strange characters on the blade. It was no written language that he could distinguish. A peculiar aspect about the katana was the complete weight of it. It should've weighed more than it did, but it weighed no more than a willow wand. He could also feel a strange power emanating from it, but he would help his daughter by carrying this sword, and then leaving it with its owner when they returned to the Lorca's resting grounds.
(25 minutes later)
"If this is what I have to do every time I knock someone out, I'll just let someone else knock the person out," Lyn complained as she set the boy down on a bedroll. He had been muttering while he was on her back, saying things like, "I won't loose" and "The Elementals condemn you." She had no clue what any of it meant, but she planned on asking the boy once he woke up. The look on his face made her expect that he was having terrible dreams, or maybe his neck was really hurting (Who knows? Oh, wait. I do…). When she decided to step out of the tent for a moment, she heard a loud crashing sound, and the boy was coming out of the tent. The look in his eyes made her realize that something was wrong. That and he had his hand on a short, simple Iron Sword at his waist. Apparently, her father had taken his sword somewhere for safekeeping…
Young boy's POV:
'Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here? And who is she?'
All of these questions were plaguing his thoughts as he stepped closer to Lyn, not knowing anything about himself anymore…
Normal POV:
As the boy had first started walking towards her, she was afraid, but now Lyn knew that she should stand her ground. When he got closer, she could hear him asking questions, and she knew that something was seriously wrong with him. His eyes were stinging with tears (I can be so emotional sometimes… sort of) and his stance was faltering. Lyn thought that she should get her father there as soon as possible, but she wanted to help as much as possible. She stepped forward and put her arms around the boy who was so close to her own age.
Young boy's POV:
'Who is she? She seems so familiar…'
He then knew peace, for he was not a person of violence, and he returned the simple hug as his tears continued to spill out.
Normal POV
Lyn knew that the boy would still be exhausted, so she led the boy back into the tent and set him down on the bedroll again. Then she sat down cross-legged on the floor, and started talking to him. She talked about the peace of the plains, and how everything seemed right in the world. The boy seemed fascinated by what she was saying, and indeed, he could see all of these things in his mind's eye. Then she asked a simple question. "So what's your name?"
The boy thought about it long and hard for a minute until he just gave up and replied, "I don't know…
To be continued…
Dun dun dun… Ryo Hantano is here. Fate and Darkness seem to be working against my group. What will happen next? Who is this young boy, and will he change what Fate has in store for the Lorca Tribe? You'll just have to read the next couple of chapters to find out…
Next chapter: The boy has calmed down. It is time for him to think of what he wants to do with the new life he has. He must choose what he wants to be called until he remembers his past, and his future that is sure to change in Chapter 1: The name, the spring, and the beating.
