A/N: I don't own Fire Emblem, obviously. I did create this continent and characters but nothing else belongs to me. Also...this story is comprised of mostly dialogue.


"Princess Tessa... What will you do about this?" Reath asked. The archer nervously paced around the meeting room with her bow in hand. She stared at one of the paintings on the wall, which featured a mystical looking candle on a grassy background. It reminded her of something...but she couldn't remember what. She was sure it was from one of the legends she had been told when she was a child.

"What do you mean? The out sprung battles that happen to be occurring near our country? I can't do anything about that, I'm afraid. If these battles do ascend into a war, that is one issue to discuss with my father," Tessa said. Reath turned to face the princess and nodded, however disappointed. Although she had expected that response, she had hoped that the Princess Tessa could do something about it.

"Well then, your highness, what would your father do? We've no army! Only a handful of fighters won't do us much good if the king wills us to fight!" Negm said, "Even with what little capable defenders we have, we've virtually no defense. Our supplies? Hardly any. Sure, we have food and those necessities but we barely have any weapons. No armor of any kind either. Surely, princess, you could do something to change that." Reath glared at him, nearly about to scold him for his rude tone of voice, but the princess spoke before she could.

"Excuse me? Do you think I haven't tried? Father refuses to fortify our "army" very much because he thinks it's a waste of resources! He doesn't really care about the battles that are going around us. He wouldn't care that much even if we got attacked, as long as he didn't get injured at all. Do not speak to me like that ever again, Negm. I do understand your frustration," Tessa responded.

"Hmph. I see. I apologize for my behavior," Negm said. He sat down in a nearby chair and leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Now, please do not interrupt me as what I am about to say is very important. As I said previously, Father doesn't want to give much to our small group of fighters. Or anything at all, in the worst case scenario. However, he does want us to fight. More so, he wants me to lead our group. Negm, you were quite correct in what you said. A handful of fighters won't do us that much good, indeed, but we must listen to the king. The punishment for disobeying will be extremely severe, even for me," Tessa said. Negm's jaw hang open in astonishment. He could hardly believe he heard even though it was the princess herself who was saying this. Reath sighed and buried her face in her hands.

"Your father is crazy! This is absolute insanity! We could just wait out the "war" in another safe place we are quite close to, but no! He decides to make us fight! Also, princess, I thought you said your father didn't care about the battles! You are contradicting what you said, no?" Negm asked.

"Negm! The princess said not to speak to her like that! It's only been a few minutes and you are already disobeying her! How rude!" Reath spoke.

"Ahem. I seem to have worded that a bit confusingly. I meant that if we are somehow involved in the battles, he wants us to fight and he wants me to lead. Yes, he doesn't care. That much is correct. He does have some common sense though. It takes a very heartless or extremely stupid king to not do anything when they are attacked. Does that make more sense?" Tessa asked.

"Yes. I suppose everyone should prepare for fighting, huh? We might as well brace ourselves for the worst," Negm said.

"Gather up everyone. We need everyone from our group as well as anyone else who is potentially helpful," Reath said to Negm.

Negm walked along the roads of Yeryg. So far, he had found found Janice, their cleric, which was good. Healers are always welcomed. About an hour later, Reath came back with the two siblings Rolan and Flera. Rolan was of the ever so overpopulous class on Orlene, mages. The main forces of most armies in Orlene were obviously mages because of that. Flera was the older sister of Rolan and wielded lances.

"Negm, you could only find Janice? What about everyone else? Where are they?" Reath asked.

"I don't know. I couldn't find Declan or Gabe and I see them quite often. What about your sister, Chire? Don't you know where she is?" Negm said.

"Of course I do! Chire is at home. Hmm...is it bad that I find myself hoping for battle to not reach Yeryg?" Reath murmured.

"It will be a war soon. No battles of this caliber won't escalate into a war. We have to brace ourselves and get ready to fight," Negm said, "but we don't even know who we're going to fight or even who's battling who. I hope we get more information from Princess Tessa soon."

Rolan gleefully said, "Well, I heard that it was Silh that attacked first. They are a rather powerful nation in Orlene so it would be extremely hard to go up against them."

"How can you be so damn cheerful when saying that?" Flera asked. Negm wondered why his own sister would be asking that. She should be used to it, right? But still, he was also surprised by Rolan's enthusiasm.

"Hey guys, I think I saw Declan. Uh... yep! It's him alright. HEY! DECLAN! IT'S JANICE!" she yelled towards the direction of the dark mage. Declan's head snapped up and looked at her. At first he looked confused why everyone was gathering in one place.

"What do you want, Janice?" Declan asked as he walked towards them.

"War preparations. We need you for it," Negm answered.

"Huh? A war? Wait, so King Yeryg wants us to fight?" Negm and the others nodded. Declan pulled out one of his Elfire tome and checked it for any damage before turning to the group.

"Very well. I shall assist you in this. When are we going to the-" Declan was cut off as Reath interfered.

"Hold! Why are you discussing this already? We might not even be involved but you guys are making it sound like it's inevitable!" she said. Negm slapped his forehead and answered Reath, "It is inevitable! Use logic! We are going to have to fight since the king wants us to. It's extremely likely that Yeryg won't be spared from war, so we must prepare for it. Everyone else, such as the villagers and the commoners, need to be evacuated to someplace safe while we fight."

"I really, really, dislike this situation. But I digress, so how about we have a meeting about this "war" tomorrow when we find everybody?" she asked.

"That would be excellent. If everyone else agrees, I'm fine with this. Also, leave finding the rest of the people to me. I might not find everybody, but I'll take the burden off your backs," Janice said.

"Thank you, Janice. We all agree, right? That's great then. We'll leave it to you," Reath said. The first place Janice went to look was the training area Gabe trained at everyday. No surprise, she found him there, slashing at random things with his axe. He struck down a small practice dummy with unexpected precision and then proceeded to lop off its head.

"Gabe!" she yelled to get Gabe's attention. The axeman turned around to greet Janice.

"Hiya. What goes on? Is there something you need?" Janice took one deep breath and then explained everything to him in minute detail.

"Oh... That's bad. I'll help you find the members, if that's alright with you," Gabe said.

"Of course it's alright! I appreciate any help!" she chirped. They searched for a few hours, but were unable to find anybody but Beauford. The thief had been hanging around a shop, conversing with the shopkeeper. He resented being called a thief in the stealing sense, because the only "stealing" he did was on the battlefield.

They soon returned to the rest of their group and told them the news.

"Aye, only one person? This isn't going very well. How about we tell Princess Tessa about this and send out messengers from the castle? Yeryg is a very small country, heck, Orlene itself is pretty small so the message will get out fast," Declan suggested.

"Yes, as long as we find them by tomorrow. Come, let's go!" Gabe shouted. Rolan shouted "Yeah!" and pumped his fists into the air while Flera facepalmed. They ran as quickly and consistently as they could to the castle and found Princess Tessa.

"Hey, aren't there a bit more of you?" Tessa asked. Declan told her to send out messengers to the country so they could find the remaining members.

"Hmm...messengers? To the entire country just for the sake of finding a few people? This is a bit absurd," the princess said.

"Please, your highness! We need to have a war meeting as soon as possible! We have to speak with your father as well at the meeting. You may have told us you couldn't do anything about it, but didn't you also say to discuss this matter with the king?" Declan pleaded. The princess pondered on that thought for a moment before agreeing.

"Very well. I shall get my messengers to help you locate the rest of your people," she said.

About two hours passed before the messengers arrived with the rest of the group: Bella, Quatrinia, Dave, and Karlton.

One of the messengers asked, "Hey, I have a question. Aren't you guys a little young? I mean, why is the king allowing teenagers and kids to fight instead of adults?"

"I'm 23 years old, thank you very much! Everyone except Janice, Dave, Beauford, Chire, and Rolan are all in their 20's or older. Even then, they're not children. Yes, they are teengaers but they have more skill that most of the adults that could be considered for battle. Karlton is 41, you know, and that's OLD,"

"That I am. Every group needs some elderly advice. As a sage, I assure you I am quite helpful. But thank you, Quatrinia, for calling me old in front of everyone," Karlton said.

"So there, dearie. If you have any other insulting things to say, please do so and I will proceed to burn you with Elfire," Quatrinia threatened.

"O-oh... I'm sorry. Please excuse me," the messenger said and left. Right after the door closed, it opened again and Chire walked in. She was dressed in an unusual way for a resident of Yeryg. Most people wore rather unsophisticated garments and paid little attention to their clothes but Chire was the opposite.

"Hello, everyone! I'm sorry I'm so late here, because I was writing all day long! I hadn't realized the time was just flying past me like that. But anyway, I hear we were going to have a war meeting?" Chire asked.

"Yes, tomorrow. It's pretty late, so how about we all go home for the day and come back here tomorrow?" Reath suggested.

"No. Everyone, don't trouble yourselves. You all may sleep in any of the guest rooms in the castle," Tessa said.

"Wait, do you mean sleeping together? 'Cause that is just freaking nasty, ya know. Or do you mean like every one of us in a seperate room? 'Cause that would make a ton more sense," Rolan said. Tessa chuckled and ruffled Rolan's hair.

"I meant the latter, I promise. Though I wouldn't really mind with the former, I'm not very strict with that kind of thing," Tessa said, "I guess I'll see you guys in the morning."


A/N: So... I hope that wasn't too bad.