I've wanted to do a Fire Emblem story for a while, but never really had any good ideas. But this one seems okay, so I hope you guys enjoy my first F.E. fic!

Mist clenched the reins around her horse's neck tighter, looking around wildly. Loud screams that were quickly cut off filled the air. She always hated this part of any battle.

Ike had ordered her to battle along with a large group- Oscar, Boyd, Shinon, Gatrie, and of course Rolf… she was in charge of healing them. Ike himself had only taken Titania, Rhys, and Soren to the far side of the battle field, but that was more than enough for him.

But, apparently, her group had abandoned her in the chaos of battle. She could feel her healing staff bouncing painfully against her back as she rode on, looking for any familiar faces. Her horse was obviously getting nervous with the screaming going on…

Suddenly, she spotted Shinon, sitting up in a tree, coolly shooting arrow after arrow after arrow. She slowed her horse's gallop to a trot, planning to hang out under his tree until someone needed her. Better to stay in sight of at least one member of her group…

Unfortunately, she never made it to the protection of the tree. She heard her horse cry out in pain, rearing back on its hind legs, causing her to fall off with a painful thump. She landed face first on the wet grass, spitting blood off of her now-busted lips. Looking up just in time, she saw her horse running away, a long arrow stuck in its front leg.

Mist painfully pulled herself to her knees, evaluating the damage with a practiced view. Two fingers on her left hand were bent at awkward angles, obviously broken, but the pain wasn't too bad, yet. Both of her lips were busted and bleeding, but again, that wasn't anything to be concerned about. The only other thing she figured could be wrong was the pain against her back, where her staff had slammed into her during the fall…

She groaned when she saw the staff laying to the left of her, shattered into a million pieces. Ike was going to give her hell for that one, those things were expensive…

Mist fought the urge to gasp as strong arms reached under her, lifting her slowly up. She raised her eyes to see Shinon again, who was looking pissed off- but that was normal.

"Sorry about shooting your horse," he whispered coldly, no remorse in his voice at all. "Thought you were an enemy." Mist nodded her head in reply, smiling at him gratefully as he lifted her securely against his chest and began to run. She wasn't really that injured, but she couldn't heal herself at the moment, having used all her herbs, and the pain was slowly starting to show up in her fingers and in her bloody lips.

Shinon cursed a few times, dodging out of the way of enemy fire. Mist found herself grateful that he was so fast- anyone else and they probably would've gotten hit.

Eventually, she could make out the familiar sounds of her friend's- her family's- battle cries. There was Gatrie, clunking around in his heavy armor, and Rolf, counting to himself before letting an arrow loose. Mist strained her eyes to see her family, but Shinon had taken a path through a thick forest, and the clearing was still several yards ahead…

The next few moments were a blur. All Mist could remember later was that Shinon had been running fast toward the clearing, still holding her tightly against him.

The next thing she knew, they were falling, the sounds of something snapping filling her ears… And another, more painful fall than the one she'd suffered earlier. She again was dazed, the smell of fresh blood invading her nose. She heard Shinon grunt, and struggled to clear her head. Was he hurt…? What happened, had someone attacked them…?

"Trap!" Shinon hissed, lifting Mist impatiently to her knees. He pointed up, and she understood what he meant… they were in an enemy pit, a trap concealed by leaves and things. Everyone had fallen into one at some point, but this time it was different.

Whenever someone had fallen into the pits before, she or Rhys had always been nearby to heal them when they had been lifted out, usually by Ike and Boyd, who would lower rope down to the unlucky person. This time, no one was here to help her or Shinon.

"Damn!" Shinon cursed loudly, wincing as he tried to get to his feet. Mist was still dizzy, but she needed to examine him… she didn't have anything to heal him with, but at least she might be able to ease some of his pain if she could figure out what was wrong.

"Shinon," she said softly, making no effort to lift herself from her position on her knees, "Why don't you sit down and let me look at you, okay?" Shinon glared at her but obediently sank to his own knees, crossing his slender arms arrogantly over his chest.

"You don't even have anything to heal me with, so it won't do any good," he growled, but he didn't try to stop her as she held his wrist lightly, checking his pulse. She looked over his body carefully, scanning for any possible injury. The pit they'd fallen into wasn't too deep, but he had been running fast and she had landed on top of him…

Mist let out a startled gasp as she noticed the unmistakable sight of dark blood, soaked through the entire front of his shirt, under his armor. Warning him with her eyes, she flipped the fabric back swiftly, another gasp escaping her as she saw the large cut across his chest- not too deep, but blood was flowing at an alarming rate from the wound.

"It's nothing," he muttered, pushing his shirt back down. Mist pulled back her hand, his dark blood all over her pale skin. She bit her lip harshly, looking desperately to the top of the pit… maybe if she could get them out of here, he wouldn't die…

Please read the next chapter if you liked this one! Bye.