Hey! ^_^ This is my first official Fire Emblem story, so give it a chance… please? I've written four other stories for other stuff and I really like this series, so I thought I'd try to make a fan fiction of it! I've only played Radiant Dawn, Path of Radiance, and Shadow Dragon and Radiant Dawn was by far the best one! Love Ike and all those people. Lol. Just to let you know, this is going to be kinda like the RD story line, this is just my idea of a random story. But mostly it's made up stuff. Anyway, hope you like it! ;D

(3rd POV)

Bengion camps were brutal. Laguz treated less than livestock day in and day out. Soldiers that were on guard of the beasts smirked in satisfaction as they cracked a whip on their backs when they slowed down there pace. The Laguz always wanted to transform and snap the scum's neck in their razor sharp jaws, but knew that it wasn't the smartest thing to do. The last one to try it… was killed instantly. The residents knew better than to attempt to harm the soldiers after that. Even the strongest of the many thousand didn't dare harm a single Beorc hair on their heads… no matter how bad they wanted to.

But there was one girl that stood out from the rest. Her name was Abby Elizabeth. And she was the most different you could get at a Laguz slave camp. She was a Beorc. She has shoulder length coal black hair with dark sea green eyes, and a very slim figure. The girl stood at around 5'4 so she was shorter than the other slaves were and she was bout sixteen. Her story goes that her best friend was a Laguz and was going to be taken to the slave camps. She volunteered to go in her place so she could stay with her family in Gallia. Abby was just another orphan that her friend's family had been caring enough to take her in off the streets. For two years, she's been stuck here, but not without a soul purpose other than being Bengion's dog.

When she lived in Gallia, she had taught herself how to use a sword. And during her time here, she had been teaching the younger ones how to defend themselves with not just their incredible Laguz strength, but also with a blade. She was fairly good with the weapon considering she had only been using one for about three years. She taught the kids in the dead of night in the shacks where the soldiers would never look and they would most likely never be caught and killed. She always thought it was worth the risk to teach younger Laguz how to defend themselves without transforming.

"This bites. We've been working more than usual," She complained softly so no one would here. The Laguz next to her nodded in agreement. They didn't treat her like the other Beorc in the area. She was going through the same hell they were… so why treat her as if she was the one punishing them? She couldn't help it if it was her race causing this much pain and suffering; no one could.

"Beorc girl, keep it up! No slacking off!" One of the guards yelled as they slapped the long hard whip on her back. She bit her lip, but didn't cry out. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream. The man chuckled and smiled devilishly. She narrowed her eyes and him and continued to work in the fields along with her Laguz partners.

Night came slowly for the captives after working for about ten hours with no breaks. The only reason they were aloud to stop was so they could eat their lunch provided by Bengion… a piece of dry bread. To them, it was one of the best things they could get.

Abby looked out into the night and scanned the grounds, making sure there weren't any guards lurking around the area. She looked back into the tent that she shared with some of the Laguz and signaled the kids to come. The oldest was thirteen while the youngest was ten. The Laguz picked the locks on their shackles and ran to their teacher. Thanks to Abby, they had been able to figure out how to get out of their locks with just a hairpin.

"Come on, let's go," She said as she guided them toward the shacks. The four kids followed her with a slight smile on their faces. They had thought once or twice about just running from the camp since they weren't bound to the ground by chains anymore. But they knew that would be foolish. They would get caught or get shot with an arrow from long distance. One way or another, they would die. The girl opened the door to the building and ran in with the others. One iron sword and four wooden ones sat in the corner.

They all got their weapons and Abby was about to say something when they heard something outside. She put a hand on one of their chests and put a finger to her lips. They nodded and leaned up against the wall. They all heard running and shouting of Bengion soldiers outside. Abby put her ear to the door and listened into some of the soldiers conversations.

"Who's entering camp?" One of them asked another.

"I hear it's those Greil Mercenary bastards! They've already broke through our first line of men and they need assistants as soon as possible. We have to go help them now!" He shouted back. Abby's face put on a smile. She was originally from Crimea and had heard of the Greil Mercenaries. They had just about took down the whole Daein army with the Crimean Royal Army during the Mad King's War. She had only heard stories though, she had never met them in person.

"Who are the Greil Mercenaries?" One of the kids asked. Abby put a hand over her mouth and a finger over her lips again. She gave her teacher an apologetic look. The dark haired girl nodded in understanding and smiled, removing her hand. They heard the two soldiers that were in front of the building run off to go assist their coworkers.

"The Greil Mercenaries, Roxy, are good people. I don't know why they're here, but it's probably good. They might even try to bust some of us out," She encouraged. Their faces beamed with excitement and smiled. "Don't get too excited guys. If you have too much hope, you may disappoint yourselves if they don't come. But have faith, little ones, have faith."

"Yes master," The thirteen year old replied with a smirk.

"I'm going outside to get a better look. I'll be back inside in a minute. If you hear a struggle, don't move a muscle even if you know it's me out there, got it?" She ordered. They nodded with a serious look on their faces. She stepped out a little bit and saw all of the troops scrambling to get to the battle ground. Abby looked out to find the farthest abandoned building that she knew of. "Guys, come on out. We're going to a different building."

"Yes ma'am," The students called.

All five of them ran towards the empty shack with caution. They could see the battle from the door. Strong looking men and women were all fighting the Bengion scum. There was a teenage girl with orange hair with a staff running around the battle field healing her allies. A blonde man with blue and bulky armor was fighting off a few soldiers with his lance. Then there was a blue haired man with a large sword taking on numerous enemies at a time. Abby knew from the blue hair that the person fighting was none other than the savior of Crimea, Ike Greil. She stared at him and admired his swordsmanship, but not for long because she didn't want to gawk at him. She wasn't that kind of person.

"Gatrie, go get as many prisoners as you can!" Ike ordered. The blonde, Gatrie, nodded and knocked out the people he was fighting to follow his orders. He ran over to the tents and looked over to where the five were standing. The youngest one had a terrified look on her face, making Gatrie run over to them.

"Hey… I'm here to help you get back home, okay?" He said to the little girl. He stood up and looked Abby in the eye. "Name's Gatrie, I'm here to bust as many of you guys as I can. Can you tell me where the others are?"

Abby nodded. "They're all in that tent over there. We got out by picking our locks but… the soldiers here have us too scared to run away," She answered.

"Thank you. I want you guys to run around the battlefield; there's a man with light green hair waiting for you. His name's Rolf, he'll help get you out of here," He directed.

"I want to help you get these people out of here. They don't deserve to live like this," Abby protested. "Kids, do as Mr. Gatrie says and go find Rolf; remember: light green hair. I'll catch up with you as soon I'm done helping get everyone out of this camp."

"But teacher-" They argued.

"Go! I want you guys to stay safe, alright? Even if that means I get caught and killed, stay together and don't get lost," She encouraged. She looked at Mitch, the oldest and a cat Laguz. "Mitch, take care of them if I don't come back." He nodded and took the smallest kids hands, running into the woods. She and Gatrie looked at each other and nodded.

"You're a good teacher and guide to them. How long have you been at this prison and what kind of Laguz are you," He asked.

"Thanks. I've been here for about two years and… I'm not a Laguz. I traded myself with my friend so she wouldn't have to come to this hellhole. I don't have a family, but she does so I wanted her to stay with her family… to keep it as happy as possible," She answered with sincerity in her voice. He shot her a shocked look, but then looked her in the eyes and saw determination.

"Then let's get these guys out of here before the battle is called off!"

About an hour later, Ike couldn't hold the line much longer without reinforcements. "Gatrie, we're going to have to go and make do with who we can save! I'm sorry, but this is too much, we have to retreat for now! Get back with the people you have!" The blue haired warrior called out to his friend. The two of them had managed to gather everyone in her tent as well as two others, which was just about half of the whole camps prisoners. Abby and Gatrie guided then to where Rolf was waiting and sent them with him. The blonde soldier asked if she could stay behind a minute or two to talk with the commander. She said yes and said her final good-byes to her students, who said they would all miss her.

She sat down on a rock, waiting for the commander of the operation. Ike walked up to her and she stood up with a slight smile on her face. "Abby, correct? That's what I heard from Gatrie."

"That's right, Sir. Abby Elizabeth. It's an honor to meet you, Sir," She greeted.

"You don't have to be so formal. Please, just call me Ike. Anyway, my friend told me that you are not of Laguz descent… yet you were imprisoned in a Laguz slave camp. Is this true?" He asked. She nodded. "I see. He also informed me of your heroic behavior and your kindness towards the scared children. He says you would make a great leader. Tell me, do you have any weapons experience?"

"I do actually. I started using a sword about three years ago and I would say that I'm not half bad at using one. Why do you ask?"

He chuckled. "Would you like to become a part of the Greil Mercenaries?"

So, this is Abby's story! Tell me if you like my OC or not and please be nice in the reviews if you leave one, which would be really appreciated. I love getting reviews. ^_^ I hope you all enjoyed my little story and I will continue it in the near future! I promise! ;D

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