EM: Playing FE: PoR has inspired this little baby of mine, which will be my first FE fic. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Fire Emblem: PoR does not belong to me nor will it ever. Besides, its beautiful just the way it is.

Summary: Years have passed since the events of Radiant Dawn and there is only one person who can recount, so well, the story of the Hero of the Mad King's war. And so the tale begins...

Start at the Beginning

I had never been the talking type. My words, once, caused me punishment. Now though, thanks to you, my words were appreciated and at times, I would speak without hesitation, finding my own brazenness shocking. You would disagree as you always do, but I owed you everything.

"Please won't you tell me what he was like? I've heard the stories, the rumors but…I want to know who he was."

She wanted to know you. The life you have led. I do not know if I should tell her, if it is even my story to tell. But you…you would smile kindly and ruffle her hair. She reminds me of Mist and I imagine she would make you feel the same. Her smile is kind, despite the life I know she must have lived. The mark that graces the center of chest, so blatantly exposed, tells me it can't have been easy. Though the Laguz have made substantial progress, we, the Branded, still have much to obtain.

But I never had to worry with you. I knew that I belonged wherever you went. When I was at your side, there was no one who could tell me otherwise. Thinking of you, I almost feel as if…

"My lord?" Turning to her, I find that to deny her request would be to deny your existence and to deny your existence would be like denying my own as well. For without you, I would not be who I am today. Smiling softly in return I look out across the plain before me. We have crossed this plain before. You and I also met here, for the first time.

You would probably laugh at my sentimentality, finding it strange that I would be so strongly affected by it. But the day I met you, was the day I knew I was alive. Being here only brings back those memories so vividly. It's still beautiful, still as peaceful as ever, the wind rushing through the tall grass. Would it be absurd if I said that these days, I can feel you everywhere that I go? We've travelled across all of Tellius and there are times when I wish that I couldn't remember every place, every memory I have of us, here in this place, in this world.

She's waiting patiently, for me to give her my response. To tell her this story would be to live again what is so far gone.

Can I do it, my friend? Can I relive what I have missed for so long now? My only fear is that she will see what time has done to me. But I can already see you smiling at me, telling me that there's nothing to fear, that it's only a story.

But it's my story of you.

These are my memories of us.

"If you don't want to-"

But everything around me is telling me to stay, stay and tell a story that deserves to be remembered for all time. That is should be a Legend.

Sitting against a nearby tree, the wind blows across my face and I close my eyes. It is you who I see behind my eyes. Your smile.

Tell him, my friend. Tell him our story.

"What do you want to know?" Her eyes light up in excitement and she falls to her knees next to me, the wind kicking up her dark red hair.

"My Lord-" Halting her, I laugh a little myself.

"I am no Lord. I am merely a Wind Sage. And my name is Soren." She blushes as she casts her eyes downward.

"It would be disgraceful for me to call you in such an informal way. You who have stood beside the Hero of the Mad War…" She looks off to the side, avoiding my gaze.

Such triviality. What is in a name? I am not and will never be a Lord. To accept such a title would be idiotic. There is nothing in having a title.

"If you wish to hear my tale, then you will call me by my name. I am no Lord. I am who I am." She trembles under my harsh gaze. I can feel you placing your hand on my shoulder, squeezing it, reigning me in. It has been too long since I have showed that side of me.

"Master Soren…"I glare at her again but she continues on, her gaze steady this time, challenging me.

"Fine." She smiles brilliantly and sits on the grass, folding her legs before her.

"Where do I start?" Her eyes glow with anticipation.

"Start from the beginning."

EM: Well? Hope to see you next chapter.