AN/INTRO:

Hello people of the internet! Welcome one and all to my wonderful little story! I've been patrolling around this website after completing Awakening in search of stories to help grasp my fleeting interest in this game. I have found a few I enjoyed a great deal, and have found myself inspired to try my hand at this.

Before we begin I would like to give credit to my inspirations, Invisible Ties by Metallover or Interviews with a Tactician by Scourge of Infinis. I know neither of these people personally but they write good stories so check them out.

Well, I've dragged this on long enough, here is your complimentary warning on it being my first story I've written here and how criticism is welcome. Oh, also something along the lines of Fire Emblem not being owned by me. Enjoy.

Weapons clashed throughout the room, echoing unnaturally as the 4 figures battled viciously. Spell and Blade traded blow for blow with Dark magic as they all fought to put the other side down. All throughout, the room was illuminated by an unnatural purple light emitting from the massive barrier that bisected the room. It didn't last however, with a triumphant cry and the sickening sounds of steel through flesh, the barrier, along with its light, dissipated, and the room was left in darkness. The only noise heard was the ever so quiet sobs and heavy breathing.

Of the four figures, only two remained.

"Amy what…? Oh no…." began the taller of the two remaining individuals as the severity of the situation dawned on him.

Amy, the shorter one, turned from where she was kneeling to respond, but the words died on her tongue as behind them the room grew rapidly brighter as remaining dark energy converged on a single point and a terrible voice carried out once more in the death cry of their defeated enemy.

"Agh! This isn't over. DAMN YOU BOTH!" it cried. And a bolt of dark magic was launched out at the remaining fighters.

The kneeling figure was on her feet in an instant, leaping into action and tossing aside her ally out of the path of the dark magic. She was too slow however, as just as the force carried her friend out of danger, it carried her into it. The bolt of energy crashed into her, and she was sent flying several meters.

Her friend recovered only seconds later. Sparing a glance to confirm that was the last their opponent had in store for them, he raced to the side of his downed companion. Propping her head up he began to reach for a vial of blue liquid located in a pouch on his belt. Before he could, however, his eyes went wide and he stumbled back, a small elegant looking dagger lodged in his chest. Amy's eyes travelled downwards to her now empty, mildly blood covered, hand and back up to her friends rapidly fading eyes.

"This is not your…" the her friend began, stumbling over his words as he clutched at his wound. "your fault. Promise me…" He fell to a knee and struggled to slur out what he had left to say. "Promise me you'll get out of here. Please. Go."

Chrom resisted the urge to chuckle as his sister let out an exaggerated sigh for the third time in the past 5 minutes.

"Is everything alright m'lady? If you're tired, you could rest in the saddle for a spell." Offered their loyal retainer, who was leading his warhorse by the reigns. Despite how heavy the plate mail he was wearing must have weighed on him.

"I'm fine Frederick." Began his sister. "It's just so boring!" she cried with a huff, crossing her arms.

Chrom couldn't resist it this time and chuckled to himself before turning on his heel, walking backwards so he could properly address his sister face to face. "You know, this is how almost all of our scouting trips go Lissa. If you really want to be a shepherd you'll have to get used to this."

Lissa opened her mouth to respond but stopped short as her eyes caught something behind her brother. "Chrom look!" she almost shouted, pointing behind him."

Chrom turned to look at what had gotten his sisters attention. Squinting a bit until he saw it. A bit off in the distance a purple figure lied sprawled out at the base of a hill, just off of a side path.

Frederick clicked his tongue as he spotted the figure. "It's just a traveller m'lady. Nothing worth worrying about."

"What? No look at him! Look at what he's wearing. He's gotta be a noble or something." Observed Lissa, gesturing wildly to the the figures clothing, which was a long purple coat, laced with gold trimmings and covered in several different patterns.

"Your point?" Replied Fredrick, raising an eyebrow.

Chrom tuned out the debate at this point. Instead choosing to focus on the individual. He had always had better than average eyesight compared to everyone else. Placing a hand above his eyes to shield them from the sun, he began to pick up details.

"But-but-but…" Lissa stuttered, obviously growing a tad frustrated at Frederick for not being nearly as excited as she was.

Frederick raised his hand, cutting her off and began to say in a 'matter 'o fact' tone of voice "All I'm saying is that it's entirely possible that the person is simply resting."

"Facedown?" Interjected Chrom as he began to walk briskly towards the individual having noticed how unnaturally still they where. Add the fact that their face was in the dirt and you could say Chrom was a little worried.

Frederick watched in trepidation as Lissa hurried after her brother. Sighing to himself in much the same way Lissa had earlier he mounted his faithful steed and made off after them, lance at the ready and eyes scanning the horizon. For some reason, Frederick just couldn't shake the feeling of something being amiss.

AN: And that brings us to the end of the Premonition! A little short but hopefully, I've piqued at least a few peoples interests. It shouldn't be long before I have the next chapter out. As mentioned before, anything from helpful guides to strongly worded complaints are welcome. The point of this is to get better at writing above all else so don't be shy.