AN: Well I said to watch out for it but I ended up posting it today anyways!!! Lol I just got so excited about starting fresh and impressing you guys. Seriously I really do want you guys to like my story, I want to impress the Valkyria Chronicles fandom. Thanks to my BFF Cara for helping me with this I love you babe. ;) Oh and some people think this story is a joke or something? Well I guess it was pretty bad but wow!! That bad!!! Gosh I can't believe I was such a brat and didn't realize that I looked like a bored teen guy. Here's the new and improved and better Marcelina or as she's now called, Marcia! (Also wow, do I ever love word, it just spell checks as I go, it's so much better than stupid notepad on the school coms!)

Marcia Saga *Chapter Une*

I hugged my knees and tried my best not to cry. Well let's face it, it was my first day in the military and I was feeling pretty scared, I was 19 years young and never been kissed. And now I had to go to war! Who decided to draft me anyways?

I was waiting on a bench in the training area just watching the squad 2 members training. How would I ever be able to do that! Running over tired and climbing walls was torture for a city girl. Like me! They were all sweaty and I was pretty grossed out by that, I didn't want to get dirty. I flipped my long dark blue hair over my shoulders.

Oh no, please don't get that opinion. Yes I said dark blue hair. Yes I am a darcsen, stripped of my last name and my pride.

So anyways, I had to say I was bored by just watching a bunch of young people working out. So I decided to braid my hair, even if people judged me because of it, that didn't mean I couldn't look pretty right? When my hair caught the sunlight it glowed a light gray colour, like the petals of a dying flower, why couldn't it stay that color? To be honest I always loved pale blond-gray, it was just the best hair color, the way it was subtle but it was so beautiful, like the moon on a hot summer night. I blinked my big brown eyes and turned my head down, so they weren't glimmering in the sun anymore, and my pink lips with a mole underneath sighed.

Just then I heard footsteps in front of me, I looked up and gasped. "Hello," the man before me said and smiled. "Are you new, I definitely haven't seen you around before, what's your name?"

He was about 5"11' and very handsome. His hair was blond and went to about his neck, it caught the light dramatically and each strand was like silk woven carefully. He was lean but muscular, like a wild cat, like a sport player, it must have been from his training. His eyes were a deep colour and reflected the sun, they looked so compassionate. "I'm Marcie," I told him.

"And I'm Faldio."

AN: Oh gosh I hope that was better! I know it's not that long but I was just getting this started I still have to plan the new plot!! Since the old one won't work anymore.