Hello readers! I've been on here a long time, but haven't really been a participant. I hope to change that this time around. So, with a new change, a new story! I'm trying my hand for the first time at a Fire Emblem: Awakening fanfic. It will be based off a dream I once had, and it's been awhile since I played, so I apologize for inconsistencies.

Please do be aware that with me being in college, updates will be few and far between. However, I hope you enjoy what I do have to write. I apologize for the title as I honestly don't know what to call this yet, and, well, this is mostly just something I wanted to write. I would LOVE if anyone would be kind enough to leave a review with maybe some ideas, hints, tips, anything, but don't stress over it too much. I'm just having fun, and I hope you do too.

Without further ado, the prologue~

Should. . .

Should I begin?

. . .

Oh good, you're ready. Time to get started then. Cue the cheesiness! Once Upon a Time, In a land and nobody really remembers anymore. . .

*snort*

Okay, never mind with that. Sorry, but that's too much cheese, even for me, and I love cheese! And bear jerky. That stuff never goes bad!

Anyway, just to clarify, I am normally quite good at telling stories. I can suck you in faster than Grima could swallow you down! Well, he actually has quite the long throat. That might take a while... Imagine going down that, all slimy and tight... I'm not claustrophobic, but even I'm shuddering at the thought. You get the idea! Let's scratch that visual all together. Sorry about that. Back to what I was saying.

I am normally very good at storytelling, just ask my kids, but this time, it's a bit different. This is my own story, and I just can't garnish it like I do others. There are just too many horrible truths, heated moments, and troubling times. Even in telling, I will laugh, I will cry, and I will lay down all the sass Naga wish she had! When appropriate. That probably wasn't appropriate timing. Sorry, again. I also apologize way too often if you haven't noticed, so be prepared for that. It is something I've been working on. And ignore the "sorry sin counter" at the end of each section. I'm tracking my progress.

And once again, I have gotten off topic. Dang it! Seriously, throw a rock at me or something when I do that. We'll never get the story told before the final battle at this rate.

Oh, and don't mind if others butt in. It is their story too, and every time I tell this story, they have to add their two cents.

Well of course! Not only is it our story too, but somebody has to brighten up the sour moments!

That was Lissa, if you couldn't feel the cheer radiating off her like death of Risen.

Hey!

Oh don't pout Lissa. You're too cute for that, and you know what Gregor does about that.

. . . Fine. Okay! No pouting, especially now!

Well that worked. It is true though. Where we are, being down on ourselves only makes everything so much worse. You will understand later. It is difficult to make sense out of until you hear my, er, our story.

I suppose that's as good of an entrance as we're going to get. Sadder than I had hoped for, but I suppose overall the story is sad as well. It fits. And thank you, both for listening and writing this down. I hope this has a good ending. . . Or really, any ending at all. One that can be written down. Meaning Humanity isn't all exterminated after this. Sorry, positivity. Right. Well, just make sure even if you don't get a proper ending that somebody reads this. See? Someone reads this and I'm positive they'll learn something. That counts, right?

I will let it, this time.

Alright. I will take that. Thank you, Lissa.

Welcome.

Okay. Let's start at the beginning. My first solid memory is waking up alone in a field with no memory. Not even my own name. . .

"Sorry" sin count: 4
(In two pages? Ouch, rough start.)