Hello people! This is my first EVER fanfic, and it's great to finally be able to get this up, after an afternoon wrestling with bad internet connection and not knowing how to publish, and here we are. Hope you guys and gals reading this stay with me till the end!

Onward!

Chapter 1- A Beginning

Darkness. Confusion. The face of a person he didn't know, dying below him...

Kit jolted awake. His head felt like it was being crushed. He could taste something bitter in his mouth. Two dark shapes stood over him. He may have felt fear, but his mind was too jumbled to think straight.

"We have to do something!" One of the shapes said. "We can't just leave him here!"

"What do you say I should do then?" The other replied.

"Um... Oh! Help him up!" The shapes became clearer. Two people. A boy, blue-haired and probably about seventeen; and a girl, a few years younger, blonde and cheery.

"Hey there!" Smiled the girl.

The boy offered his hand. Kit took it, noticing a strange mark on the back of his own hand- a purple design with six oval shapes. The boy pulled him to his feet, and Kit was nearly knocked back down by a wave of nausea. He staggered back, and the girl grabbed his arm.

"You sure you're okay?" She asked with concern.

"Uh..." Kit's voice sounded croaky and dry. "Yeah. Just... Just a minute to get... To get my bearings."

He steadied himself.

"Right." He asked after a while. "Okay. Now... Where the hell am I?"

"You don't know where you are?" The blue-haired boy asked.

"Not a clue."

"Must have been one wild party, huh?"

"Um..."

"You're near Southtown, South Ylisse." The girl chirped.

Kit stared blankly. "Southtown? Ylisse...?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" The girl asked with concern.

"I'm not sure of anything." Kit replied. "I'm not sure where I am... I'm not even sure who I am..."

"What?" The girl asked. "You can't remember anything?"

"Nothing." Kit replied. "Except my name... Kit."

"Kit, huh?" The girl said. "Sounds like-"

"Let us introduce ourselves." The boy interrupted. "I'm Chrom. This is my sister, Lissa. And finally, my bodyguard, Frederick."

"Hello." A deep, gravelly voice sounded from behind him, making Kit jump.

"Woah!" Kit drew a sword, spinning to face the tall knight behind him- purely on instinct.

The knight stared calmly down at Kit. Lissa was bent double with laughter. Kit reddened, lowering his sword. The sweet sound made all of them smile slightly, and the embarassment faded.

The moment was lost when a sharp smell hit Kit's nostrils.

"Is that-?" He began.

"Smoke." Chrom finished.

"Smoke?!" Lissa exclaimed.

"It's coming from this way, milord!" Frederick rushed towards his horse and rode off. With barely a moment's hesitation, Chrom and Lissa rushed after the knight. After another moment's thought, Kit rushed after them.

When he got there, he saw both Chrom and Frederick battling with armed bandits among burning buildings. Chrom was ducking and dodging a sword, stabbing at the foe when he could. Frederick was the opposite: the thug repeatedly evading the mounted knight's lance as he jabbed at him. Lissa stayed back, holding some sort of sceptre.

Kit rushed in, acting purely on half-formed, hazy echoes of memory.

I have been in combat before, he realised. I know what to do. He moved in on Frederick's evasive enemy. While he dodged, Kit stepped and neatly jammed the blade between his ribs. The bandit crumpled to the floor. Kit turned, whipping a strange book from a pocket, flipping it open. The pages were covered in runes. Somehow, he knew the technique. First this, then that, then...

A ball of lightning tore through the air, catching the bandit square in the face. Chrom watched the man in front of him fall, smoke oozing from the holes in his helmet, and looked to Kit, who was still holding the tome.

"...Magic?" Chrom asked, disbelieving.

"Apparently so." Kit replied, just as surprised as Chrom.

"Duck, my lord!" Someone yelled. Chrom ducked, just in time to avoid a throwing axe aimed at his head. Both Chrom and Kit looked towards where the axe had come from, seeing the leader of the bandits.

Kit sprinted towards the enemy, unconsciously analysing the characteristics of the enemy...

No armour. Good. Any kind of weapon will be evenly effective. Axe. Advantage over lances. Good. My sword has the advantage here!

Kit stepped in, blocking the axe before driving upwards, slicing through the axe's handle. Continuing his momentum, he made a half-turn, kicking his opponent's chest. Finally, completing the spin, he brought his sword down with all his might.

Disarmed and reeling, the bandit stood little chance.

Kit turned to see Chrom, Lissa and Frederick with identically shocked expressions.

"Where..." Lissa started. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"My thoughts exactly." Chrom added.

Kit gazed into space thoughtfully for a few moments. "Honestly?" He finally said. "I have no idea."

Chrom laughed.

"Wow. I can't tell if you're an utter genius or a total idiot."

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