I'm sorry, but I couldn't not do this. Blame my friend for further fueling the fandom. (Yay for alliteration!) And it's the return of Aidan! Huzzah!

Going along with my use of the word "huzzah", I kind of don't have a sure plot in mind. I have all the witnesses picked out and everything, but I feel a little bad with who I've chosen for the murderer. I need to give that person a more solid motive. Now, it's disclaimer time!

I really do own Fire Emblem, but just the game cartridge. Other than that, I've got nothing. I also doesn't own Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney--not even the game card, because a friend lent it to me.

On with the story, ready, steady...GO!

Turnabout Tactician

Prologue: Murder

"Wha...what are you holding...?"

"I'd expect more from you, after spending so much time on the battlefield. Can't you at least recognize a dagger?"

"Ah..Ah! No, please, don't--"

"Hmph. Like you can tell me what to do. It'll all be over soon, so stop whining."

"N-no! Someone, help!"

"Goodbye, Priscilla."

"No! Lord Brother, help me! Help--"

As the frigid steel plunged into human flesh, the princess of the lost House Cornwell let out a final scream--a desperate yell, a call for a savior who would never come...

She was dead before she hit the ground, and her body slowly began to grow as cold as the ground that was now saturated with her blood.

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December 15
Lord Eliwood's Camp (Eliwood's Tent)
10:39 PM

Hector yawned and his eyes, with a glazed look in them, moved back and forth as his mind drifted away from the tactician's ramblings. How did we manage to fit so many people in one tent...? he wondered absentmindedly, as he tried to mentally estimate the size of his friend and fellow noble's tent. Despite the large size, it had quickly gotten stuffy and Hector was positive he heard Matthew snoring somewhere behind him. As his eyelids drooped and he began to doze off, he earned a sharp poke in the side from the Sacaean woman sitting to his right. She cast a quick glare at him as he gave a small cry of pain, and she smartly turned her turquoise eyes back to the youth who was drawing plans on a large piece of paper.

"Pay attention, this is important," she stated rather bluntly, not facing him. He guessed that she was still upset with him about the argument they had had earlier that day. Most likely. Hector sighed. Women...

"Aidan, are we done yet?" inquired the blue-haired lord, wincing and rubbing the spot where Lyn had prodded him.

"Nope! Not even close!" he announced, turning to the lord and beaming from ear to ear. He absorbed himself in the tactics again. "Now, in the next battle we're going to try out a new formation. Lady Lyndis, Kent, Sain, and Guy," he nodded at the four he had mentioned, "along with Raven are to head over--huh?" He spun around several times, his unruly brown hair and loose green cloak whipping about his slender body as he moved about. "Where the heck is he, anyway? He knows he's supposed to come to these meetings. But come to think of it, Priscilla's gone, too. And a few other people didn't show up either...where could they be...?" Thoughtfully, he scratched the back of his head.

The Ostian noble groaned. "How much longer? We don't really need a new strategy, we've been doing just fine with---"

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream broke them all from their thoughts (and in a few cases, slumber) and all turned their attention to the source of the noise. Outside...

Eliwood rose from his seat and nearly knocked over his chair. "What was that?" he asked sternly, his hand gripping his rapier tightly.

"Something bad, if they're screaming like that." Aidan nodded, affirming his own statement.

Lyn drew the Mani Katti, stood, and faced the others. "Hurry, we have to help...!"

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December 15
Lord Eliwood's Camp (Outside Priscilla's Tent)
10:45 PM

"Ah!!"

"No...please, don't let it be true..."

"Wha...wha...it can't be..."

"No! Elimine, no! PRISCILLA!!"

"H-how could this happen?! Blast!"

"Right under our noses..."

Chaos enveloped the camp as the entire company gathered around one solitary tent.

"A murder..." muttered the tactician, fists clenched, "...right under our noses."

"Who would do something like this?" cried Guy, unrestrained tears running down his face. "She is...she was so kind, she never hurt anyone..."

Gripping the handle of his Wolf Beil, Hector scowled. "And that's our problem now," he said. "We have to find out who killed...who did this."

"R-right." A warrior of Sacae should never show weakness so openly. The young myrmidon blushed and hastily wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Now, everyone!" called Eliwood, raising his rapier into the air to bring all the attention to himself. "We must remain calm!" Not completely calm himself, he took a deep breath before speaking again. "I know that you are all devastated by the turn of events. Lord Aidan and I will get to the bottom of this catastrophe, no matter what the cost."

Will turned to Rebecca. "Have you seen Raven?" he asked anxiously. She shook her head, biting her lip in worry.

"Wait, there he is--" she started, noticing him approaching, but she screamed as she saw what he had slung over his shouder. "H-his sword!! Blood!"

"What the hell is going on here?!" he demanded as all eyes fell upon the hard-eyed mercenary.

"Lord Raymond..." Lucius whispered fearfully. "No..."

"You killed her!"

"Why?!"

"Seize him!"

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"It seems that we won't just be searching for Nergal on this trip." Aidan smirked. "I'll need to get a suit...I wonder if I look good in fuschia?"

Thank you for reading! This is a little short, but it's mainly an introduction, so it's not that bad. I'll try to make up for it later.

Please review!