THis is my second fic...in fire emblem because my first got deleted...because it ran out of life... Anyways I own no characters except for Kyle, Jaron, Erif, and Leena. So...R&R and enjoy!

Kyle ran through a large bog, in a daze. He didn't know where he was going. He didn't know why he was going anywhere… All he knew was that he was running from something, for some reason, and going somewhere.

The marsh that he seemed to be in seemed never ending and as he continued his passage through it he began to lose hope. But then again why should he have hope in the first place? Not knowing anything except for a vague concept of his name is quite annoying if you've never experienced it.

Now it wasn't that Kyle didn't mind not having a memory too terribly. He'd already formulated a theorem that if one lost one's memory then they had a good reason to forget everything. Kyle was sure that he just had a bad or troubled past and was trying to escape from it.

Suddenly there was an explosion that jolted Kyle awake. Now his senses became more alert, like he assumed they had been when he'd first started running. He began to run faster attempting to escape the explosions. But the more that he ran the more his pursuer seemed to keep pace with him. A sword was clanking at his side, and he stopped and drew the weapon.

"Do you want a piece of me?!" Kyle screamed in rage. "Then come get it!!"

A man in an enormous, and lavish purple robe adorned with gold borders approached through the fog. Immediately Kyle knew that this man wasn't going to be his friend. In fact he wasn't even certain that this man didn't want to kill Kyle.

"Wh-Who are you?" Kyle asked. His voice was shaky and he was surprised to hear himself so frightened. Even his hands were shaking which caused the blade in his hand to vibrate slightly. He tightened his grip on the weapon. He'd have to be careful of that. A loose grip can get one killed. But how did Kyle know something like that?

"Kyle… Why did you run away my son?" the man asked. "Were you unhappy with the way that I was treating you?"

Kyle stared at the man and shook his head. "Umm… Who are you? I feel that I have forgotten several important things about my life…because I can't seem to remember anything. All I know is that my name is Kyle and I feel like I've been running in this swamp all night."

One of the enormous robed sleeves went up to where the man's face should have been under his hood.

"Hmm… Now that is tragic… Well if you've lost your memory then I've no further use for you." Two men much like the first one emerged from the mist of the swamp. "Kill him," the man said.

The men began to launch little spheres with inscribed squares at Kyle. But for some reason whenever Kyle was about to be struck by one of these spheres he could suddenly see some kind of equation that detailed exactly what move he'd have to make in order to avoid it. So as they launched and attacked him Kyle continued to dodge.

However as one of the spheres was about to strike Kyle noticed that he couldn't move his feet, so one struck him as he struggled. Then there was an enormous dark sphere coming right at him. Kyle drew a sword that he found at his side, and held it out between him and the spell. The sphere struck the blunt, flat edge of the blade and there began a struggle between Kyle and this spell.

Sparks began to fly, an excruciating shriek began to resound and Kyle struggled to hold the spell at bay. He could feel beads of sweat rushing down his face, torso, and arms as he pushed harder against the spell. Then in one final burst of strength he threw the spell into the air. The black sphere went a few feet into the air before exploding and launching Kyle back about three feet liberating him from the muck.

After landing on a small island in the marsh he began to run in the opposite direction he'd been facing. Again explosions began to rage around himand the young man had to continuously dodge, jump, and evade to keep from getting annihilated.

Finally he ran out of the swamp and found himself at the edge of a beach. The men who attacked him earlier suddenly began to materialize from the fog that had been emanating from the swamp.

"Listen," one of the men said. "Death isn't so bad, and if you hold still it will be over fast. You shall feel no pain I promise you."

Kyle held the sword up again and rushed forward. He impaled the robed man that stood off to the left of a third. The blade went through the man's heart killing him. Turning around he brought around his weapon and sliced the man's head off. There was a slight crunch as the man's head came off.

The final one charged up another enormous ball Kyle charged and caught the ball again but forced it back. The spell caster dodged, and began to fire more. Kyle blocked again and again and suddenly the blade broke leaving Kyle only the hilt and bottom of the blade. The second part landed behind him. Kyle put the hilt into his left while picking up the point and the top part of the blade with his right.

Walking slowly toward the man he looked menacing. The spell caster began to fire an insurmountable amount of the dark spheres. But Kyle stabbed the man in the shoulder with the top of the blade and before the man could scream Kyle then stabbed the hilt through the man's mouth and into his throat then drew the sword out quickly slicing up the inside of the esophagus. The man dropped to the ground and started to have horrible convulsions.

Suddenly the man in the purple robes appeared again. A very battered Kyle stood waiting.

"Hmhmhm… Very good… Are you awake yet?"

Kyle glared at the man, and inhaled a bit then he held the blade out in front of him. There were slight cuts all over him, and blood was dripping a bit mixing with his saliva.

The man in the dark robe seemed to shift forward a little bit. "Hm? Do you mean to challenge me? I who raised you? I who saved your life?!"

Kyle lowered his blade in confusion. "What…are you talking about? I don't know who you are…and you say that you saved my life?! You sent men to try and kill me! Then you've come to kill me yourself!!"

There was a sigh that seemed to escape the robe. "Very well… If that is how you truly feel about it…"

An explosion erupted in front of Kyle sent forth by the robed man. Kyle tried to keep on his feet as hard as he could but the sheer magnitude of the quake the explosion caused sent him to his feet. Then the man sleeves shifted to attack Kyle. Kyle held his broken blade out straight in front of him trying to protect himself and suddenly he stood. There was a strange look in his eyes, as if everything except for a will to fight had left him.

The shattered blade was held out to parallel to the side of his head. Then Kyle lowered the blade, crouched down for a few seconds, and then shot forward like a bolt. Spell after spell was launched at him, but Kyle was able to dodge nimbly. Kyle was about to strike and had been holding his sword back for one strike when he stopped in time.

Smiling the dark robed man charged up a black ball of magic, and just when he fired Kyle vanished into a strange rune. The black-hearted man walked up and feeling the change in the wind he whispered, "Brammimond." Then he turned around and walked back to his base. The time had nearly been here…that boy was a dragon in human form…and then an old 'friend' had had the gall to interfere…

As the man stood again in front of the gate he smiled. It didn't matter about that one dragon…after all he had an entire world of them just ripe for the corrupting… Within the robe a wicked smile emerged.

Kyle suddenly appeared in a large plain-like area. Time now restored to him he raced forward and tripped. Looking around and wincing slightly he looked north and headed that way. Minutes became hours, and he thought he could feel the day breaking… He could faintly make out some type of tent-like structure when suddenly his strength failed him. His legs buckled and gave out, he fell to the ground and landed face first in the dirt, and just before he lost consciousness he could swear he heard someone calling to him…a woman's sweet voice…