He woke up in a place he didn't know, with memories he couldn't remember. He was laying in a field, wondering where he was... Or maybe the biggest question as of that moment, was what time was it? What day was it? He just didn't know! He sat up fast which was a mistake on his part, but he did, nonetheless. Immediately, pain shot up his leg, into his abdomen, finding it's way to give him a piercing headache. His gloved hand went to the side of his head. Well, at least he knew he was dressed... But something was bothering him still. The day was just nearing the middle, he figured, seeing the height of the sun...
A sharp pain behind his eyes shocked the young man into laying back to where he was. He could hardly move anymore. This was too much. He only wished he could remember what happened, but as of that moment, he knew that he was going to get himself killed if he didn't move. NOW.
But he really, he just couldn't move. It was too hard, too much for his throbbing head. He closed his eyes, squeezed them shut tight, trying to make the pain go away... His hands clutched his snowy hair in a vice grip, but the feelings he had, would still linger. He was trapped there. And however slowly it happened, the guy found himself falling into a land with no physical pain...
She wanders around aimlessly for hours. She's got plenty of food, and she's really not that injured; it's just a couple of scratches. Besides, her biggest worry, was finding her brother. He was always smarter than she was, and he could hold his own okay, but with what just happened, she knew he would be in too much pain to do much. That's why she needed to find him, but she knew it wasn't going to be easy either. If he didn't want to be found... Well... He wouldn't be. However, they were close, so she really wasn't worried about that. No, what she was worried about, was someone finding him while he is vulnerable; while he cannot defend himself. But she would get there beforehand. She had to, and thus, she would.
Her mindless wandering proved to be more so useless, than useful. It wasn't that she was getting nowhere... It was just... She wasn't going in the right direction. But she wasn't about to give up yet. She just kept on going, not caring where he really was, but with her. She just knew she needed to find him... And her first clue, was discovered when she heard people talking.
"Look, Chrom, look!" a girl shouted, racing right passed the white haired girl. "I told you there was someone here, I told you."
A blue haired man coming up behind the girl only chuckled saying, "I suppose you did... What is it you found this time?" However, as the second person approached closer to the man on the ground, unmoving, his voice became a little more worried. "Lissa, what happened? Who is this?"
The blonde girl who had run on ahead could only shrug her shoulders, for she didn't know what happened, but she was looking for some clues or answers that could help her figure it out. But alas, there was nothing.
The blue haired one knelt down next to the figure on the ground, and the girl in the trees quickly noticed, that it was the one she was searching for. She was about to come out of the protection of the trees, but a third person came, clad in armor, about ready to kill something, it seemed. So she stayed put, watching. She would pounce if they hurt the other.
"Milord, we cannot stay here any longer, we must be going," the third one said. His brown hair shook as his head moved side to side, disapprovingly.
"No, no, Frederick. We have to stay here. This man needs our help, but I fear it too much to move him."
"Milord, we cannot do this again."
"Peace, Frederick," the one named Chrom spoke. "We must stay, else he dies. I will not allow such a thing to happen."
Lissa was still kneeling, even when the blue haired one stood. She stared at the man on the ground, examining every inch of his face. His face was pale, almost as white as his hair, but the thing that caught her eyes first, was all the blood. His clothes were drenched with it, the grass around him was stained with it. He looked like he was in pain, and yet, he was not conscious.
"Chrom, what should we do?" Lissa asked her brother.
"We should take him with us right now. He'll die if we don't do something... Lissa, use a heal so it's safe to move him. We don't know what the grass is preventing from escaping his body."
The blonde nodded, and held up her staff. A casted green light showed around the one on the ground, and when it dissipated, Chrom went to him, and helped the unconscious one to a sitting position.
"Frederick, come and help me. We shall have him ride with you on your horse. It'll be easier for everyone."
The hidden girl's eyes widened. She couldn't let them take him away now! Not that she finally found him after a few hours.
She leapt from her position, and burst forward, unsheathing her sword. She would kill them if they put another hand on her brother. She would kill them should they say something she didn't like. She would kill them... If they tried anything. That's just the way she thought.
"Put him down!" the girl demanded. "Now!" she added quickly.
Chrom didn't move at first, but Lissa was quickly on her feet.
"Why?" the blonde demanded. "Why should we not help him? Huh?"
"He's my brother, now put him down!"
Chrom gently lowered the other into a laying position. He then stood up, and placed a hand on his own sword. But he did not draw it. No, instead, he tried to reason through this. "Your brother needs help. We need to take him into town so he can get the help he needs. You have to trust us. Can you do that?"
"What kind of help do you think he needs? Just how bad do you suppose it is?" the girl demanded, crossing her arms. She knew the injuries wouldn't affect him that much. He should be fine. But apparently, that wasn't what these people were thinking. "Who are you guys to tell me what the best thing for my brother?"
"Please excuse our rudeness... I am Chrom, this is my sister, Lissa, and this is our... Guard, Frederick," the blue haired guy responded, looking into the girl's eyes, with a silent question of virtually the same thing. "Who are you?"
"My name is Wren... That's my brother... Robin. He's my responsibility, so just leave him alone."
"I'm afraid we cannot do that," Chrom spoke up quickly. "He is wounded, and must be healed. Properly. "
"Milord, please reconsider this decision. He will be safe with this other woman, and we won't have to worry about anymore misunderstandings."
"No, Frederick, that's not an option that we can go with. I will not allow anyone else to die when I can clearly do something about it." Chrom turned to Wren, and observed her figure. "Are you hungry?" he took a guess. He took in the features of the girl before him, and the one claimed as her brother on the ground. They looked alike, probably twins by the looks of it. And they both looked very hungry, worn, and practically dead. They both needed help, but it didn't seem like they would come quietly... Wren would put up a fight, and Robin.. Well, they really didn't have to worry about that right then and there.. Later, most likely, but now, they wouldn't do anything.
Wren's stomach growled, and her cheeks reddened. "Y-yes," she uttered weakly. She didn't want to be in debt to anyone, so she didn't want whoever these people were, to help her out as much as they already had, and it appeared as though they would only continue.
"So Wren," Lissa said, skipping up to the white haired girl, "what brings you and your brother here? And what happened with your brother? He doesn't seem to be fairing too well."
Wren gritted her teeth. "We ran into a bit of a trifle while we were helping some rebels out in Plegia. We were found, and Robin was critically injured. I'm not sure how we ended up here, but this is where we ended up. Long story short, we used to fight for a militia, but then we ended up here, and now, I think it about time we gave up our silly dream of taking Pelgia down from the inside out, and just focus on getting away from that horrid place."
Wren walked with confidence in her stride, the offer of food forgotten as she reached her brother, who was showing signs of waking, and would be any time now. She knelt down, and was about to drape him over her shoulders when Frederick spoke in question. "What are you?"
"I'm afraid I do not understand what you mean," Wren answered through gritted teeth. She was sick and tired of these people trying to stall her from getting away now.
"Position... In this militia you were talking about."
"I assure you, I know not of which you speak."
"You cannot deny what you have said, so I will ask you again, what part of the militia were you?"
Wren sighed, and stood up, defending Robin from what the other three might do. "He was the tactician, and I was just another mage."
"You're a mage?"
"I am. We both are. He fights too, I'll have you know! We're not too bad with swords either, so you better watch yourselves now." she very clearly warned. She was getting pretty defensive now, and that did nothing to help Chrom's cause. To be honest, Chrom was surprised Frederick spoke up at all! And it seemed like it was for the better at that; for their cause.
"Are you still hellbent on taking down the Pelgian soldiers?" Chrom asked, a hand resting on his chin.
Wren turned to face him now. "So what if we are? We can't do such a thing now that we've left the country!"
Chrom shook his head. "We are currently in a war with Peliga. Would you care to give us a hand with this...? Someone with the skills you two obviously pertain... Well, it would only make sense."
"How do you know we won't turn around and kill you when we get on the lines?"
"That's the thing: I don't."
Wren was confused. He knew the possibility was there that he would be betrayed, and yet, he is willing to trust them just like that? It didn't seem to be real... She looked to her brother, who was groaning now, moving his arms around his stomach, and he turned on his side.
"If we go with you... I offer my services in return, I would like you to help him back on his feet. We don't have the supplies."
Chrom smiled. "We have what you need, and we'll gladly help. Welcome to the Shepherds."
Wren rolled her eyes, and bent down to help her brother up. His eyes slowly opened, frantically trying to adjust to the new found light. He opened his mouth to speak, but he found... He couldn't. He embraced the fact that he was resting on his sister's shoulder, and that they weren't separated like he thought. He was relieved. His sister was safe... This didn't go by unnoticed either.
Lissa smiled at him as his head rose slightly to take in the surroundings. "How are you feeling?" she asked kindly.
Robin opened his mouth to speak, but a sharp pain entered his head, and he grabbed his skull with his hands, falling to his knees. He didn't know what was going on, and suddenly, he couldn't remember what happened to him. All he could remember... Was his name, and his sister.
Wren knelt down next to her brother, who was crying now... From what, she could not tell, but there was clearly something bothering him if not, something hurting him... But that had yet to be discovered. "Robin, what's wrong?" she asked him, looking him over with her worried eyes.
Robin's hand flew to his sister's arm, clutching it with such an intensity, it looked as if the boy would rip his sister's arm clean off... But that didn't happen. He mouthed a few words before he looked to the other people with them.
"Wh-who're they?" he asked, his voice hoarse, looking at the three in front of them.
Wren turned to the others, and motioned for them to introduce themselves.
Chrom cleared his throat, obtaining the attention of Robin, who Wren was currently helping stand.
"My name is Chrom, this is my sister, Lissa, and our guard, Frederick. We found you here, and were about to help when your sister came in. Do you know where you are?"
Robin shook his head.
"Do you remember where you came from?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Wren chided. "Of course he knows where he's from!"
But Chrom didn't pay attention to Wren's words. Instead, he focused on Robin, who was staring at the ground, wide eyed as his head slowly shook back and forth. Robin didn't know; he couldn't remember.
"That's okay. We'll help you remember. Wren knows... You know Wren, right?"
Robin looked to his sister, and smiled. He nodded, and turned back to Chrom.
"That's good, all good. C'mon... We have to go get ready for our trip back... It'll take a while, and the way is full of people who want to kill us."
Lissa nodded. "That's right! We better hurry though too!"
They didn't realize what they were getting into. There would be a lot of deaths involved in this, and there wasn't anything stopping it, no matter what. The scars they would receive are nothing compared to what their hearts would obtain.