Author's notes: Well, I looked back at my first chapter and didn't like it very much so I revised it and reposted it. So here it is.
Disclaimer: I know I don't own Fire Emblem, but this is for entertainment purposes only.
Prologue: Flight for a life
The small child stumbled blindly through the trees. He was running away. Running away from the nightmare that others called life. (And running from those who would seek to harm him.) He realized that no one truly cared for him. He thought that everyone hated him. He was detestable to everyone else. Shunned.
As he ran the tears blinded his vision, blurring his sight and the trees in front of him so that the forest ahead blended into a mess of brown and green. His head ached with a dull throb that made him want to slow his pace. But he didn't stop, nor did he slow down, only kept running, while he ran his past came back to haunt him in his memories.
He had first been taken in by a woman who seemed not to even care about his existence. The only reason she took him in was because of a dull sense of duty she did not have. Even at his young age she made him work hard. After awhile she became entirely sick of him, but had nothing she could do with the child. Which was fortunate for her, because an old man had taken great interest in the four year old boy. The man thought that he possessed some great magical power. Which was inaccurate to say the least.
The man took care of him and trained him hard. But, he had always thought that it was better than being with that woman. However, this new arrangement did not last long. For, two years after the man took the boy in, he died.
After the food in the man's house was gone the boy had to leave in order to keep himself alive. But, before he left he saw a few men in black armor come to the house. The child was not at all trusting, so he hid from the men, than, after he was sure they were gone he left never to return. However, after awhile they somehow caught up with him and now were chasing him through the woods of a strange country he barely knew.
The sound of clanking metal was getting steadily nearer. He dared not look back for fear of them being right behind him, and he did not want them catching him. Though, he did not understand why.
Before all this happened he had come to a small town. There he realized something of great importance. He could not speak. He could read and understand what the people were saying but, he could not speak. He figured the reason for this was that, at the woman's and at the man's house, he found no need to. They just told him what to do. He knew they did not like him, so he found no reason to talk to them. This realization dawned on him harshly. When he found that out he felt like he could cry. But he knew this would do no good so, he just let it go.
He could hear the soldiers behind him closing in, when an unfamiliar person appeared right in his path. As he ran into the man the boy was knocked back.
"Are you alright?" He asked with concern as he bent down to the boy's level.
Soren just stared at him. It was strange for some one to ask such a question to him. At first he thought man would scold him for being clumsy.
The boy stared at him for a few more minutes, surprised to hear the concern in his voice, and then he nodded.
The man smiled. "That's good. I thought for sure I might have hurt you." Just as he said these words, the two ebon armored soldiers who were chasing the child finally caught up with him. They stopped in front of them.
The man straightened up to stare directly into the two newcomers eyes. He gave both of them cold glares which, seemed to only freeze their blood.
The boy was now between a strange man that he did not expect would help him, and the soldiers chasing him. The man stared at the soldiers.
"By order of the King Ashnard of Daein, anyone see harboring, or helping this child in any way, must be put to death under Daein law." One of the soldiers stated their orders.
"Also, the boy is to come with us. After all he is currently a Daein fugitive." The other soldier added smugly.
"Oh, so the king of Daein is having his soldiers arrest children now? And as I recall you are not in Daein, now are you? For, correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought we were in Crimea." He said rhetorically with not just a slight amount of venom. "So, would that not mean you have no jurisdiction out here?"
"Yes, but we are under orders by…"
"Yes, yes I know who sent you here, however, if you do not leave his poor child alone, then as hunter of Remor, well, let's just say that I may have to resort to drastic measures." The Man interrupted the soldier, cold fury evident in his voice.
Soren shudder at the tone in the man's voice and he became more and more frightened of him as he spoke.
A look of fear passed between the soldiers, than they whispered to one another for a minute. Suddenly, without warning or another word they turned around and left.
Once they left his face softened, as he looked down at the child in front of him. "Now that they're gone," the man knelt down in front of the boy again and began to speak to the child softly, as if to both reassure the boy and to not frighten him further. (He had seen Soren tense, and the fear contained in his eyes.) "What is your name?" He asked the child gently.
Soren did something he had never done before that time, and surprised, even, him himself. He spoke. "Soren." Came the soft one word sentence in a small voice that was barely audible.
What's gonna happen to him now? Let's find out in the next chapter. Heeheehee!