Pain. Stabbing, nauseating, ripping her apart from the inside of her head. Everything was foggy.

Footsteps against grass, voices. There were people nearby.

She couldn't make out what they were saying. They were closer now, above her. As seconds ticked by, her world came into focus more as she started to get her bearings. Her whole body was weighed down by fatigue, however. She couldn't move, let alone call out.

"Gods… She needs healing."

The pain flared; the voice was close by, now. Too much sound. They were probably standing above her.

"On it!"

Ouch again. Her entire head ached, as if her skull was crumbling like a marble statue.

Then, something soothing flooded through her. It ran over her mind like cool, soothing water. It didn't really fix anything as far as she was aware, but she did feel… better.

"…Hello? Can you hear me?"

She winced, and tried to blink her eyes open, but the light seared them.

"Can you open your eyes?"

The young woman tried again. "Bright…" She rasped.

"O-oh! Oh, alright." A shadow passed over her face, and the glaring light behind her eyes eased.

Ah, she could finally look around. She opened her eyes, and immediately saw two familiar faces before her. They looked worried, hovering nervously over her, the woman's hand blocking out the sun and shading her face. Behind them, she could see another figure in armour, but he said nothing, so she paid him no mind.

They smiled when they saw her lock eyes with them.

"Hey there," The blonde to her left smiled.

"Good to see you're awake," The man next to her said, and reached out. "Can you stand up? Give me your hand."

The young woman frowned in confusion, but obeyed, and clasped her hand in his. He pulled her up easily, and when she swayed on the spot, both the people reached out to steady her.

"You alright?" The man asked.

"I…" She looked down at herself. Alarmingly, she was covered in blood, partly dry and staining all down the front of her cream-coloured tunic. A tattoo on the back of her right hand filled her with dread, for reasons she did not know.

"I don't know…" She answered after a moment. It felt weird to talk, and her headache began to return, albeit it was but a dull ache compared to before. "I'm sorry, Chrom."

"Ah, then you know who I am?" 'Chrom' said.

So that was his name. How did she know this?

"I don't know," She whispered again, troubled. "It just… Came to me."

The two people glanced at each other. What was the blonde girl's name again…?

"...Hmm, how curious. Tell me, what's your name? What brings you here?"

She frowned, thinking hard. "What… What is my name?"

"...You don't know your own name?" Chrom asked, surprised.

"Just… Give me a moment," She said, frowning.

The girl's headache got worse as she thought. But… She needed to know this. Pushing through the pain, she searched her mind. She knew her name before, she was sure of it.

"Hey, I've heard of this! It's called amnesia!" The blonde announced.

"It's called a load of pegasus dung," Said the person behind them. "We're to believe you remember milord's name, but not your own?"

The girl didn't answer, digging her fingers into her hair. She didn't even remember when she started to clutch her head, but it didn't matter.

It… It started with an E. She knew that much. But there was some sort of conflict in the information, and it only spun her for a loop even more. E…something. E…r?

"Hey… hey, are you alright?" Dimly, she was aware of the blonde stepping forward, concerned.

"I'm… My name is…"

"Don't push yourself. Here, let me take a look at your head, maybe I missed something."

The other woman stumbled back, shaking her head and whispering to herself.

"Milady, be careful," The brown-haired man called, frowning.

The blonde girl was holding her shoulders, apparently keeping her steady. "…Hey. Hey, come on, it's alright."

E… R… A? That was all she could remember. She couldn't help but think there was something more, but. No, she remembered how that name should have sounded.

"Era," She whispered, but spoke louder when she was sure. "My… My name is Era."

The blonde girl smiled uncertainly back at her, and gods, that was just such a familiar smile. This was maddening. Era couldn't handle all of this, and all the mental digging she was doing had made her feel dizzy. Everything was going too fast and this was wrong, wrong, something was terribly wrong.

Oh gods, she was going to…

She abruptly pushed away from the other girl, knelt down, and was sick on the grass behind her.

A/N:
Reupload time! So, it's been a while, but I've decided to redo this old story. I've decided to basically revamp it, put in new plot points, work on Era's character more, and yeah. The original idea was a joke a friend and I made about Chrom constantly getting killed in-game, and my friend and I resetting basically Life Is Strange - style. The joke evolved into a fanfic idea, and here we are. I got into the game again recently, thought of this fanfic, and thought: why not?

So let's get this show back on the road! Next chapter to follow probably immediately. Depends on how much I want to procrastinate on my assignments.