A/N: OMG, This is my first fanfic…. This is about my OC character Wendy based in POR…. Free to flame! BTW, this is nellecat621, not my partner.

This starts from the first battle as the Crimean army.

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Chapter 1

"Ike! There are reinforcements arriving at the rear! Bring Lethe, Boyd and Mist with you and get over here!" Soren shouted. He turned back to see the cavalier quickly advancing towards him. "I guess I have to hold them off," he muttered, bringing out an elwind tome out. As Soren raised his hands to start his chant, his knees suddenly buckled as a sharp pain shot down his thigh. Gritting his teeth, Soren looked down to see an arrow sticking out of his leg. Enduring the now near unbearable pain, Soren turned to see Shinon, an ex-member of the Greil Mercenaries smirking at him while readying another arrow. "Damn snipers," Soren cursed, then realized that reinforcements were nearly upon him. Correction, were NOW upon him. Where were Ike and the others? They should have here by now….

Suddenly, Soren heard a horse charging behind him. He turned just in time to see a lance about to stab into his head. The world went black.

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"No!" Ike yelled as he saw Soren fall to the ground, bleeding. Running as fast as his legs could take him, Ike disposed of the cavalier before he could gallop over his fallen comrade. Rushing over to the unconscious Soren, Ike left Boyd and Lethe to hold off the remaining cavalier. "Mist, get over here NOW! Soren's down!" Rushing over quickly, Mist dropped to her knees and turned Soren onto his back. There was a large, deep, ugly gash on his forehead where the lance had hit. Soren had been lucky. He had turned his head just in time to have the lance only run across his forehead and not through it. In his thigh was an arrow.

Mist took out her Mend staff and began her work. A blue aura surrounded Soren and, slowly, the gash on his started to close. Not taking her eyes off Soren, Mist said, "Ike, go help the others finish off those cavalier. There's nothing you can do here." Sweat started to drip down her forehead. She was right. The only thing Ike could done now was to take down those cavalier Soren had called them for and leave Mist to do her work unhindered. Ike got up, and started to run towards the charging cavalier. Rage filled his entire body, and he knew exactly who to take it on.

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"I'm sorry, Ike. He hasn't woken up yet. He's still high in fever and there's a good chance that he won't…" Rhys trailed off. It had been three days since that battle and Soren still hadn't woken up yet. Right after the battle, both Rhys and Mist worked through the night trying to heal Soren with no avail. Eventually, their Mend staves broke and Soren was still in fever. Now, Ike could hear Soren's ragged breathing as he stood at his bedside. The arrow in his leg had been removed and healed successful. Ike knew Shinon had shot Soren, yet he still asked him to join his army. Every able body was needed to win this war and even though he had possibly caused Soren's death, his skills would be appreciated.

Elincia came every so often with food for Ike and herself. He would never leave his bedside unless it was absolutely necessary. Because of this, Elincia kept him from starving himself to death. She would eat her meals with him and update him on the going-ons about the camp. Sometimes she would tell a little joke or do something a little silly to make Ike smiled despite how depressed he was about Soren's condition.

Another horrible fact was that now, he didn't have a tactician. It was Soren who directed most of the people during battle. Ike himself hated giving the few orders he did during battles when Soren was somewhere else on the battlefield. How was he going to get through the battles without Soren? He could ask Titania to be the tactician in place of Soren but…

Suddenly a soldier ran into the tent, interrupting Ike's thoughts. "General! An intruder has been caught lurking about the camp outskirts!" Ike quickly got up and followed the soldier. "An intruder," Ike thought as he walked behind the soldier, "Why would Daein send someone to spy our camp that would get caught so easily?" Ahead of him, Ike saw a group of soldiers, armed with the standard iron lance, circling a woman.

As he got closer, Ike could see that the women was about eighteen or so years old. She had beautiful blond hair that was tucked behind her ears and seemed to somewhere past her shoulders. Her eyes were a beautiful bright sky blue that seemed to not care that a bunch of armored men were pointing their sharp lances in her direction. To keep her warm in the cold weather of Daein, she had a long, plain black cloak wrapped around her but she had her front exposed. Inside her cloak, she wore a long plain white dress that ended just below her ankles.

Entering the circle, Ike commanded, "State your business."

"I merely want to join this army," the woman replied, "My name is Wendy. I know you don't trust me at the moment, but I would like to become this army's tactician."

"Why should we let you join this army!" shouted one of the men in the circle, "For all we know, you're a Daein spy sent to kill Princess Crimea in her sleep!"

"Enough!" Ike ordered. The man fell silent. "He is right, though. 'Wendy,' if that is really your name, what makes you think I'm going to trust you?"

"I've heard that Jill, daughter of general Shiharam, is in your army. I can have her vouch for me." Wendy answered camly.

"Send someone for Jill! Tell her to come here immediately!" Ike commanded. The soldier that had led Ike here ran off.

Minutes later, Jill and the soldier appeared. Upon seeing Wendy, Jill shouted, half in surprise and half as a greeting, "Wendy!" ran up and hugged the woman. "What are you doing here?" Jill asked as she let go of the woman, "I thought you were traveling in Begnion."

"I was," Wendy answered, "But I came back."

"Jill, would you care to introduce your friend?" said Ike, a little surprised at what just happened but didn't show it.

"Oh." Jill replied, and then straightened, "General Ike, this is Wendy. She was the tactician of my father two years ago and because of her, my father's unit had the fewest problems during and after battle."

Ike stared at Wendy. She looked happy and triumphant. "Fine, you may join. Our current tactician is not able to enter battle so you will command our next battle." Ike told her. He turned to Jill, "Jill, take Miss Wendy to the empty tent on the other side of camp. On your way, show her around." Ike looked at everyone else, "Return to your posts!" Then Ike turned and started to make his way back to Soren's tent.

"Unbelievable," Ike thought. The moment he needed one, a tactician appears. It was truly unbelievable. A pang of doubt appeared in Ike's mind. It was too perfect, wasn't it? Ike crossed his fingers. He hoped he had made the right choice.

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A/N: Done! Yah! …. Plz review! Oh, and should Soren die? I'm not sure. PM me your answer! Don't kill me Soren fans!