Disclaimer: I don't Own Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn…. Damn that would be epic… I'd be making another game because they are the coolest games ever…

Disclaimer Deuce: Here is my story, the beginning, I'm writing it as an introduction chapter… If anyone shows interest, I mean two or three people I'll keep writing because I LOVE this story, but I've got some other responsibilities in writing…

? POV

Who am I? Can I even answer that question? I don't know who I am… My earliest memory is working as a slave in Daien. I know I have two arms and two legs. I can tell you I'm male. I can tell you I'm not a man beast, one who can turn back and forth. But at the same time man who looks like me loathe me like I'm a monster.

I can tell you that they told me my age was five. I was used as a slave but I never understood the difference between me and the kids that they kept. We looked the same I never understood, the only distinction is a birth mark I wore on my spine. It looked like a tattoo but it grew with my body. I was beaten, as a five year old for disobeying, for asking why, for even flinching at a task given. I was beaten with a strong whip but in all that time it never really hurt me, he tried to hit me with all his might and it bruised and hurt, but nothing I wouldn't be fixed from the next day.

I guess that's what put my master over the edge. The slightly smug resentment I held for him as a five year old who he couldn't hurt. He took a scimitar to me once and that did hurt. At first I thought the horror in his eyes was over what he had possibly done to an innocent five year old. That wasn't the case at all. The next morning I was awoken to the yell of him cheering that he hadn't wasted his well earned silver on a slave that would die at such a young age.

There was one spot of brightness in my otherwise black hole of childhood; his daughter. Her name was Cyrina. Over time she was nice to me, but never when her father was around. When He wasn't around she'd bring me warm food from the kitchen. She'd sneak out at night to the Barn where my master kept me and would give me her blankets to stay warm under in the dead of winter. She'd stay up and talk with me at night. She was two years younger than me, so he said. She was forbidden to do anything but give me orders, or hit me in any way she saw fit for any reason. She hit my not to blow our secret cover, I didn't mind she couldn't hurt me even if she wanted to, but every time she hit me she had a sad look in her eye, as if ashamed of whom she was. I didn't understand that, I was the monster not her. At the age of 11 I was caught with Cyrina in the barn at night. For that they threw me out in to the desert, to suffer a cold lonely death that would be fitting of an "abomination."

My body nearly did give out, my last waking thought before I blacked out was of a white angel and a strong woman next to her. I awoke to the sound of soft argument. It wasn't harsh like I remembered but it was in a language I'd never heard. The tongue was ancient and foreign. They started speaking in a language I did understand.

"He is not one of us, he shouldn't be here, he's not even one of them." A female voice said loudly
"But he needs our help, he's just a boy." Said a soft caring male voice.
"I don't like this." She said finally
"Would you leave this boy whom we know nothing about to die? I wouldn't." Said the male voice.

I shook my head trying to clear my blurred vision but failing at first. It wasn't a dream, the angel was standing in front of me now… He was real. The woman next to him was strong, and strangely beastlike. She had a tail too. I looked at them both without saying a word, I had learned not to, it would lead to a beating from my previous master. I assumed it was impolite.

"My names Rafiel, this is Nailah." The angelic looking man said. I said nothing in return waiting to be called to speak. I wouldn't be mean to the people who saved me.

"You see, this foreigner would disrespect us by not answering you, you the one who convinced me to save his life." The woman known as Nailah said angrily.

"I didn't know I should speak… I was attacked for speaking before." I said in my defense not looking either in the eye. That was another form of disrespect I would not give them.

"Why? What did you do?" Rafiel said in a sympathetic voice.

"I don't know… I was a slave… I wasn't supposed to speak." The features of the woman softened slightly.

"What's your name boy?" she asked as I resisted looking at her.

"I don't have one… I was told I didn't need one… Slave was enough." I answered truthfully. She looked at me with a look I didn't quite understand. It was something similar to what I'd seen in Cyrina's eyes before.

"If you're going to stay here you will need to work like anyone else." Nailah said. I nodded. Work wasn't something I was afraid, honestly I didn't fear for anything. Fear was an element of having something to lose, and I didn't. I had nothing but the cloak on my back pants I was wearing and even if those were gone it would make little difference. I studied them both. I couldn't shake the feeling the erring knowledge that someone was different with her, but him I knew for sure, he had two wings.

"What are you?" I asked bluntly to Rafiel.

"Me? I'm a Rafiel Prince of Serenes. Of the Heron Laguz." I looked at him and blinked.

"What's a Laguz?" He laughed softly at my question.

"It's who I am, We're shape shifters, half human, half animal." He said before he turned in to a brilliant white bird. I stared with my mouth agape wonder how this was possible. I'd heard of sub-humans but never Laguz.

"Are you related to Sub-humans?" Rafiel, who understood the question regarded me sternly.

"That is an insult to a Laguz, do well to never say that to one." I nodded in response not knowing how to take this all in. I turned to Nailah

"Are you a Serenes?" She laughed softly shaking her head.

"I'm the Hatari Queen Nailah." She said before turning in to a white wolf with a patch over her right eye she still wore as a wolf.

"Do you see us now?" I nodded. man with many tattoos walked in he had jet black hair and wasn't wearing any type of shirt. She spoke in the ancient tongue I didn't understand with him.

"Well boy, come with us, there is much work to be done." I followed her to their dwellings only to be met by many more wolves holding slightly hostile looks for me. Rafiel smiled at me reassuring me.

"Don't worry anymore… This is home.