Chris: Oh my god! I'm not writing a humor fic this time!
Farina: -=faints=-
Rebecca: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!! -=runs around screaming=-
Chris: Anyway, I got the idea for this fic from Mercury Gold, so some credit goes to her for making Assassin of the Night, a really good GS fic. Anyway, I don't think this is an Alternate Universe fic. It still follows the storyline of the game. And just read...Because you'll get it then. I usually don't write these types of fics so if I do anything weird, can you tell me?
Mia: Yeah! Read already! Chris doesn't own Fire Emblem, Mercury Gold, and Golden Sun....I don't know why I mentioned the last two, but oh well. Oh yeah! It's in story format! Another thing that Chris hasn't done in a while. And he's going to be the tactician...For obvious reasons. And it's not a tactician/Lyn pairing. Heck, there probably isn't going to be a Tactician pairing in here.
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'Huh...Where am I? The last thing I remember was fleeing from the mobs that were chasing me. Maybe I collapsed.' He opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings. He was in a small, round tent that had a bed, which he was laying on, a small wooden table, a sword lying on the table, and some small chairs.
"Are you okay?" An unknown person greeted him as he looked around. She had dark-green hair tied in a ponytail that fell to her waist, deep green eyes, and was wearing blue-green dress that was slit on one side. It was tied together with a yellow sash which was at her waist. "I found you unconscious on the plains. You were lucky that I came across to find you."
"Huh? Thanks very much. Can I ask you your name? I need to express my thanks for saving me." He sat up on the bed and stood up. He was dressed in a dark, green cloak that covered most of his body and had short, black hair and brown eyes. "Uh, by the way, did you find a small blood-red pendant lying near me? It's really important to me. Uh, it's a family heirloom."
"Oh, you mean this thing? It was lying near you. Here you go." She handed the pendant to the cloaked person who put it on his neck. "By the way, my name is Lyndis. You can call me Lyn." She held out her hand.
"Thanks. It's nice to meet you, Lyn. My name is Chris. I must find some way to thank you." Chris said as he shook her hand. "Well, now that introductions are out of the way, why don't you tell me what you're doing here?"
"Well-Wait, what was that sound? Let me go outside so I can check." Lyn said as she left the tent. A couple of seconds later she rushed back in and grabbed her sword. "Bandits. I've got to fight them. Stay here and I'll be back. And if I'm not--Well, you go on, okay?"
"Hey, I can help." Chris replied.
"Really? Can you wield a weapon?"
"Umm...No, but I am pretty skilled at directing troops in battle. I might just be an apprentice at being a tactician, but I'm sure I can help in some way. Besides, I need to return the favor."
"Well, then let's go and see if you're good enough." Lyn said as she left the tent. Chris followed her outside and joined up with her. He saw one bandit close-by who was wearing ragged shorts and no shirt. In the distance, he saw another bandit in front of a type of building.
"Come on, Chris. Give me my orders. We will defeat this despicable scum!"
Lyn took out her sword and ran up closer to the bandits. She readied her sword in a two-handed fighting stance and waited to see what the bandits would do. Chris ran up behind her and watched with a strange light in his eyes, almost like hunger. The bandit ran up to Lyn and swung his axe horizontally as he rushed her. The axe sliced across her arm and she winced in pain as a gash appeared on her arm.
"You will pay for that, you bandit scum!" Her eyes were blazing with anger as feinted to the left and jabbed him in the chest. She pulled out her sword, now covered in blood, and slashed the bandit in the chest. He fell to the floor, his eyes glassy and blood slowly flowed out of his body. Lyn breathed heavily as he looked to Chris for his orders.
"Hmm...Nice job, Lyn. But you seemed to be wounded. Do you have any healing potions that could help with that?
"Well, I do have some Vulneraries. They should help a little." Lyn pulled out a small bottle filled with a clear liquid. She drank some and instantly, her wound closed and she put away the bottle. "Now I'm ready. Let's go for that last one and then we'll be finished."
Chris nodded. "Okay, now that we have only one bandit left. It should be easy to dispose of him. You're a better fighter than I thought, Lyn. Much better...Anyway, let's go towards that last bandit!"
They both rushed to where the last bandit was standing. He was decked out in black leather armor and carried a big axe that had numerous scratches. He also wore a black headband. "Grr....You will rue the day you fought against Batta the Beast!" He charged Lyn and managed to slice her across the chest. She gasped with pain as he laughed. "Just a puny, little girl and a short, shrimpy kid! Do you honestly believe that you can defeat me?!"
Lyn's eyes flashed with anger and she looked at Chris. His eyes were smoldering with rage at being called shrimpy. "Lyn...Do whatever you want with him. He's going to die. Even if I have to kill him myself."
Lyn nodded and held her sword in front of her. 'Just concentrate. Let the winds guide you to victory.' Her eyes flashed and suddenly she moved forward and struck at three different directions. She struck Batta from behind, to the left and right, and on the front all at the same time. He fell, dead from the many wounds that Lyn had inflicted on him.
"Good work, Lyn. Now that that's done, we should rest for a while. Come on, here's another Vulnerary for you to drink. He made a pretty nice gash across your chest." Lyn nodded her thanks and drank it. Her wounds sealed up again and she walked back with him to her tent.
"Thanks. While there is still time, why don't we exchange stories? You tell me why you were unconscious on the plains, and I'll-I'll tell you about my past." Lyn said.
"Okay, works with me. But first, I have to ask...Have you ever believed in vampires?"
Chris: How about that? I hope it was good! This is mainly a prologue, though. Haven't written a fic like this in a long time! So, please tell me if I'm doing anything wrong and R&R! And the next chapter will be longer, I promise!
Farina: -=still unconscious=-
Rebecca: -=still screaming=-
Mia: Okay....Anyway, what Chris said. This is one of the few serious fics that he has written. But I'm sure he'll do better if there is anything wrong.