Hello readers, and welcome to my fan fiction. This is actually a re-write of my previous one, which you may or may not have read. The difference between the two is I nerfed Minea a lot, as she was way overpowered. I hope This change is obvious to anyone who'd read my other Minea fan fictions and that I stay true to it.

Disclamer: I do not own Fire Emblem. I only own my oc's.

I'm surrounded. My hands fall to my sword, or at least where it should be. It lays on the ground a few feet outside of the circle. It was only recently torn from my grasp. I still have my pouch of throwing knifes, but even if I hit one of them the rest will still get me so it's pointless.

The people surrounding me step closer. I wonder if I could try to use the throwing knife as a dagger or something. It's worth a shot. I grab one of the throwing knifes and lunge at the person directly in front of me. They block it with their sword and push me back into the person behind me, who shoves something over my face and forces me to the ground. "You're a stubborn one aren't you?" I hear from somewhere in front of me. I feel a sudden pain in my stomach. The kind you get when someone kicks you really hard.

They haven't tied up my hands yet, so I pull another throwing knife out from my pouch and stab in the general area where I think the arm of the person who blinded me is. I feel the knife hit something hard, and then someone scream. I roll behind me, going either between a gap I created, or the person's legs whom I stabbed.

I quickly get back on my feet as I pull whatever was put onto my face off. I now see at least six people running towards me. I turn and run towards the forest, hoping I can loose them in the confusing twists and turns of trees. I turn back right before I hit the forest, grab a throwing knife to occupy each hand, and throw them at the two people nearest to me. I hit one of them in the leg, causing them to stumble and slow down, while the other one dodges it. I turn back to the forest and run as fast as I can into its underbrush.

I hear the crunch of leaves behind me as the people dive into the forest. I look behind me and see that I lost the one I stabbed in the leg, but the others are still on my trail. I quickly scan the area around me to see if there's any cave or dimly lit area I can run into. The best thing I find is a really shady area beneath some thick trees and underbrush. I grab some more throwing knives and throw them at some vines that are holding up a few fallen branches. They land in front of the group of people, and allow me to slip into a bush in the thick underbrush, unseen. I hope this hiding place will suffice. It's not ideal, but it'll have to do.

I check around for any signs that will tell me if I managed to shake them off or not. After a few second my eyes settle on a group of people who are standing by the branches that fell. I notice that one of the got squashed underneath one of the bigger ones. The only thing visible of them from where I'm crouching is the person's outstretched arms and their face-down head. At least I managed to kill one of them.

The rest of the group seems to finish up a short conversation and split up. So it seems I did lose them, but I'm not out of the woods yet. One of them just happens to run straight toward me. What if I didn't actually lose them and they just split up so they could surround me again. I'll just have to hope that isn't the case, even though hope can be a recipe for despair.

I hold my breath as the person comes closer to my hiding spot. As they enter the shady underbrush they slow down to a walking pace. They know I'm here. They saw me run over here didn't they? They first check the bushes on the other side of the darkness, and slowly work their way closer to me. I begin to panicand almost jump right at her, but at the last second I decide that I should wait to do that until I know she's found me. I pull one of my throwing knifes out and prepare for the worst. If I do have to kill her I have to make sure I'm quick, precise, and silent just like an assassin.

She now checks the bush next to me. Luckily she's not checking it as thoroughly as she was at first. Probably due to the fact that the probability of me hiding here is dwindling and she has lots of space to cover. She's now at the bush I'm kneeling inside, pushing away branches to get a better view of anything that lurks inside. My mostly black clothing disguises my self in the darkness, but clashes with the green of the leaves. I'd say I have a 50-50 chance of her finding me. She pulls back the branches around the area where my head is and smiles. She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can I impale her in the chest. She falls to the ground and makes a loud rustling sound. I pray no one heard it, but a few seconds after someone shouts, " I HEARD SOMETHING OVER THIS WAY!"

I dash out of the bush and run towards the edge of the forest. I'm not going to be able to shake them off so I have to leave, no matter how much I hate leaving a world in the middle of it's plot line. I would leave now, but I have to get my sword. I'm not going to find as perfect as a sword for me as that ever again, and I am not leaving it. Even if it means getting captured. I glance behind me for just a second to find that all of the others are now hot on my trail again, but there is a good amount of distance between us. I check again when I exit the forest, and to my disappointment the gap between us has shortened by at least half. I begin to wonder if I'll be able to make it in time. I never considered myself to be a fast runner, but I never considered myself to be a slow runner either.

I push my already sore legs to run faster. I have to make it. I will make it. The sound of my own breathing fills my ears, blocking out the footsteps that can't be too terribly far away from me now. I'm filled with a faint feeling of hope when my sword enters my line of sight, but it quickly diminishes as I look behind me to see that somebody's only a few feet away from me. "I got you now." They pick up their pace a little, as I grab two throwing knifes out of my pouch. They reach out to grab me, but I plunge one of the knife's in their arm. They pull away, but only for a second. They quickly thrust their other arm out in desperation, but I manage to hit them in the lower left side of their chest, before they can get a good grasp on my arm.

I'm now really close to my sword. It's only a matter of seconds before I reach it. I feel a surge of giddiness and desperation. I decide to look behind me one last time to confirm that I'll make a clean escape, but to my surprise the rest of them have caught up to me. There's about the same amount of space from me to my sword, as there is from me to them. I summon a portal to some other world. Which one I don't care. Anywhere is better than here. I dive towards my sword glancing behind me as I do to find everyone else diving at me. This it. It's either make it or break it. I'll have to live with my decisions now for the rest of my life. I hope I made the right one. I grab my sword as soon as I feel it, and turn my momentum into a somersault that takes me through my portal. However, before all of me makes it to safety, I feel a tug on my feet.

The next thing I feel is a wall. I slam into it with all of the momentum I had gathered up, head first. I rub my head as I slowly get up and examine my surroundings. I'm in some sort of village, but it's on fire and there are people running everywhere. I can't get a break can I? I can feel soft grass underneath my feet. Wait, how can I feel it if I'm wearing shoes? I drag my head toward my feet and confirm that my shoes are gone. I search the area around where I'm standing to see if, by any luck, my shoes managed to come through the portal with me. Nothing. Well, I guess it's better than getting captured.

I decide it's best to sit down and catch my breath before I run back into danger. I feel the pain of all the injuries I sustained in the battle after the adrenaline wears off. My body aches all over, and I begin to wonder if I'll be able to fight if need be. I force myself to stand up and walk around. Now that I'm in a clearer area I can see what looks to be bandits running in buildings and coming out with a variety of shiny things. There are also people rushing in from outside the village that are fighting the bandits. They're all wearing at least a little bit of armor and some carry weapons. The way they're fighting tells me that they've done this many times before. I wonder who they are, and if they're all in some sort of organization.

I force myself to walk a few more steps, and lean on the wall of a non-burning house. I go through my routine of asking questions that have to do with why I'm here and what I'm supposed to do here. As usual the answers flow into my mind as if by magic, but I know it's not a spell that is answering my questions. I look up to the bright blue sky, and almost grin, but not quite. This world has a very interesting and complicated timeline. I watch the clouds move for a few seconds and can't help myself from thinking that this serine scene above doesn't fit with the chaotic scene around me.

When I look back down I find a sword at my throat. "Hand over your weapons, and anything you have on you that's worth something or I'll end your life right here right now."

"I think I'll pass."

"What did you say?"

"Come on. I know you heard me."

"I try to be merciful for once and this is how I get treated? Oh well, I guess I'll just have to loot your corpse, then."

"Okay, go ahead, but you might want to look behind you first."

"What do you think I'm stupid? I'm not falling for that trick." His sword pierces my skin causing a trickle of blood to fall from my neck and further stain my clothes. Although, I really don't care, because they were already heavily soiled. Before the sword can cut through any more of my flesh, a blob of blue appears behind the bandit and turns him into a human kabob. "Are you okay? You looked pretty banged up."

"I'll live."

"Where is your family?'

"I don't have one."

"That's a problem...Could you tell me where you got those weapons?"

"I bought them a while back. I'm no master, but I do know how to fight."

"You're not fighting in that condition. Follow me. I'll protect you until these bandits are gone. Then we can figure out what to do with you."

"Okay."

"By the way my name's Chrom. What's yours?"

"The name's Minea."

"Minea? Is that foreign? Ah, well. We can discuss it later. Right now we need to find Lissa. She'll be able to heal your wounds. Do you think you're still able to run?"

"Yeah."

"That's good to know." He runs away from the house I'm leading on, forcing me to follow him. I run with all I have, but I fall a bit behind. It feels like we're running for hours even though it's only a few minutes, due to my now numb legs that might as well be made out of jelly. When we finally stop running we have joined a small group of two. One is a man with brown hair who's in full armor and on a horse. The other is a girl with blond pigtails and a healing staff.

"Chrom! There you are! I was wondering where you ran off to!" She looked like she was going to start lecturing him or something, but she changed her mind as soon as she saw me. "Gods! What happened to you?"

I'm about to make up a story, before Chrom answers, "There's no time to tell stories now. As you can tell she's in dire need of medical attention. I trust you will be able to provide that to her."

"Sure can do! You can go and finish off the last of the bandits with Fredrick while I'm at it."

"Good idea." Him and Frederick made eye contact and darted back into the chaos. I turn to face Lissa and find her closely examining me. "You're really banged up. I guess I'll start with your right arm, seeing as it's in the worst condition." I lend her my arm and let her work. "I'm still wondering how you got like this. Although, you should save that story for when the others come back, but you can at least tell me why you aren't wearing any shoes."

"I didn't have time to put them on, because I was too busy running out of a burning building."

"Okay. You can give me your other arm now; I'm done with this one." I hand her my other arm as I test out the one she healed. It's a lot better than it was a few minutes ago, but it's not fully recovered.

My head jerks back up, towards the town when I hear a somewhat familiar voice scream, "LISSA WATCH OUT!"

I wonder why such a thing was said until I see a small group of bandits racing toward me. They're already too close to run away from. As soon as I notice there going after Lissa, I jump in front of her causing a shock of pain to course through my still unhealed legs. I expect to be impaled with some sort of weapon, but nothing of the sorts happens. Instead a set of big hands strongly envelops me, and traps me inside it's grasp. The next thing I know I'm at the mercy of a few bandits with Chrom and Frederick helping Lissa back onto her feet a few meters in front of me. I guess even though I took the main bit of the blow, it still affected Lissa, although she doesn't seem hurt in anyway.

"You were supposed to grab the other girl you idiot!" The bandits to my right slaps the bandits holding me in the back of the head.

"At least I got someone. Maybe we can still use her."

"Maybe but they definitely won't be wanting to pay as pretty of a price." With that he turned to the shepherds who were now all on their feet. "If you don't want this young girl to die, then you'll be handing a few of your things over to us." To make the threat more real he unsheathed his sword and held it tight at my neck.

"What is it you want?" Chrom, of course, is the first one to speak.

"Hmmmmm…. that's a good question. How about…...your sword there. I heard it's supposed to have magical abilities or something."

"My sword?"

"Yep. Hand it over or the girl dies." To enforce his words even more he shoves his sword farther into my neck, causing the wound I already had to worsen. I ignore that and focus on Chrom. You can practically can see the wheels in his head turning. Frederick tried to help Chrom in his decision by voicing his own opinion. " My lord, I know you don't want to let this child die, but think of all the other lives that you will be putting at risk if you give them Falchion."

"I know, but we can get Falchion back. If we let her die here we won't be able to get her back, ever."

Chrom's last comment made me roll my eyes. "I can't believe you're willing to give up your enchanted sword over a little girl whom you've know for all of five minutes." I am punished for speaking such things by a sword that cuts even deeper into my throat, however, I continue to voice my opinion. "Don't be stupid. The wise decision to make would be to let me die for the greater good. Don't let yourself get caught up in the role of the hero."

My words seem to have surprised Chrom a little bit, and after a few more seconds of thinking it looks like he's made his decision. "Fine, I'll give you my sword."

"WHAT?!" Frederick, Lissa, and I all chorus.

Chrom begins to explain himself to everyone. "I already told you, I can get my sword back later, but I can't bring back the dead." He looked directly at me with a smile on his face. "Don't let yourself get caught up in the role of the hero and sacrifice yourself, when there is another solution to the problem, in which you can save more lives, including yourself."

The bandits all smiled at each other. "You made a good decision. Now hand us your sword." Chrom placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and slowly began to unsheath it. This can't be happening! I won't let this happen! This could be enough to mess up the entire timeline!

I make the decision for Chrom before he can make the wrong one, and force my head as far forward as fast as I can. I feel the sword ripping into my flesh, and hear a voice, probably Chrom, Lissa, or both, scream something. What they're screaming I can't tell. However, I can tell that the bandit that was holding me let me go, because I can feel the soft grass on any exposed spots of skin. Everything is fuzzy and muffled. Someone picks me up and embraces me in their arms. I can't believe they're making this much of a deal out of the death of a person they hardly knew. The last thing I see before my senses stop working and I black out is a yellow and two blue blobs standing over me, weeping.

Yay! First Chapter's done! I hope you had as much fun reading it as I had writing it! If you have any comments you wish to share with me please do! I'll see you in the next chapter!