And so, my first fanfiction in forever! And I'm trying a new style, so bear with me and the likely occurrence of verb-tense agreement problems. Haha. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or any of the related characters, settings, etc. This disclaimer applies to all future chapters of this fiction! I only own original characters.

Chapter 1

My face is in dirt...Why.

Moaning, I groggily push myself into a sitting position. Rubbing my weary eyes, I take in my surroundings.

Now, where the heck am I?

Well, a small forest of sorts, with many trees. Or maybe just a small grove, as it looks like there's an open plain over there. It's not cold, but not baking, so I guess it's spring?

Which makes absolutely no sense, since I was just trudging through half a foot of snow recently. So obviously I'm not in Canada anymore...

This is not good.

Sudden anxiety jump-starts my brain. So what do we know? One, we're not in Canada anymore. Two, we're in a forest, probably in a temperate climate considering the lack of conifers and all their deciduous trees. Three, we have NO IDEA WHERE WE ARE.

And I just referred to myself as we. Probably due to my naturally conflicting nature that produces multiple voices to argue different sides of every argument, my mind thinks of itself as a group. I'm not bipolar. Nor am I indecisive. In fact, being able to present to myself the opposing argument greatly helps me to produce a stronger counter-argument. It's very useful when preparing for a debate. As well, it's not as if I sit on the fence with all issues. I attempt to see both sides of the argument. It doesn't happen very often though, this "we" reference-

NOT RELATED. RETURN TO TOPIC AT HAND.

Okay, so back to figuring out where I am. How long have I been sitting here, anyways? I really have no sense of time.

Standing up, I shake my legs, one by one. Why exactly do one's legs fall asleep? To my knowledge, it is because when you apply pressure on the body part for a prolonged period of time, the nerves in the area are compressed, hindering their ability to carry signals between the body part and brain. Therefore, you getting a "tingling" sensation for your brain does not know the exact status of your body part, and it is difficult to move the part for the same reason.

...and focus.

Once my feet begin to feel normal again, I take another cursory look around. Still only trees...some small shrubbery...maybe I'll head off towards that plane...

A spot of orange catches my eye. Focusing my gaze, I realize it's some sort of cloth. Probably someone's scarf or something, but I start towards it. In all likelihood, this is probably a dream, as there's no way I would be in some wooded area free of chilling winds and snow in the middle of a CANADIAN winter. I mean, it not frozen all the time, we do get BOILING hot summers, especially in Toronto, but-

Fabric brushes my leg through my pants.

Whirling around, I see no one. I scan the ground and...

There's a circle of cloth around my legs?

Checking myself, I'm dumbfounded. I'm wearing a cloak. Forest green, slightly darker than...oh let's say the FE7 tactician's cloak. Underneath, someone has donned me with a simple set of black leather riding boots, pale blue pants, and...dress? It's blue, reaching my knees, trimmed with gold strips. It also has two parallel cuts running down the outside of each leg from end to ¾ up the thigh about, but since I'm wearing pants it doesn't reveal anything. Not that it really matters, but it's cold to have a lot of exposed skin.

So someone must have stripped me to put me in this attire...I must check my virginity at some point in the near future. If it's been taken, then get tested for STIs and drugs. Hate to have contracted something viral. Oh wait, isn't this a dream?

Pinches self.

Pain.

I guess not.

THIS IS NOT GOOD.

...

Aaaaand back calm mode. Before determining circumstances, must find a safe location. The plain leaves me open to snipers, so best to stay in the forest.

The cloth!

Glancing around, I re-locate the orange cloth and begin again towards it. Gosh, how long has it been since I've awoken? As I walk, I feel around my left wrist. Darn, they've taken my watch too. Black hairs interrupt my vision. My hair tie is gone to. Argh. Shrubs. I'm probably going to trip and fly face-first into a tree. I struggle through another bush, feeling its branches prod me, but not tearing through my new pants. Is it me, or is that bush there sparkling?

One last hurdle of small shrubs and-

I stop dead. Upon reaching my target, I set my eyes on a young green-haired woman, clad in a layered dress of pale and deep orange. Clearly unconscious, her hair is askew, and the heel of her orange left shoe is broken.

It's without a doubt this is Princess Elincia Ridell Crimea, secret child of King Ramon and sole heiress to the throne.

Therefore, I must be in Tellius.

...

Oh dear. What have you gotten yourself into, Alyanne? Let the shock hit...

Repost: OH MY GOSH I'M SUCH A TERRIBLE PERSON.

After posting this, I felt a bit uneasy, like something was familiar. So I searched up a couple of my favourite fanfiction and discovered that I had started my story at the exact same place as one of my favourite fanfics!

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

So, I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE TO foxwolfJackson, BECAUSE I'M TERRIBLE. But I've already planned out quite a bit of my story, and after re-reading the first couple chapters this is going to be rather different than yours. Heh.

But once again, I'M SO INCREDIBLE SORRY! Ah maop...