Hey everyone! Thanks for checking out this story! Hope you like it! This is the first chapter of Fire Emblem: Star Search.

UPDATE! So I decided to go through and smash all of the parts into one. So each chapter is longer, but there will be less chapters and that is what I'd rather have.

So enjoy the update!

Also, I don't own Fire Emblem!

~~~Part 1, begin~~~Cenna POV~~~

I could hear voices as I was forced into my uncontrollable approach to camp.

"Look, here she comes!" Called Ranulf.

"Is she slowing?" Tibarn asked the cat.

"A little, but not much. I'm not sure if she can."

"Do you need me to catch her?" Skrimir rumbled.

"No, you could break a wing and then she'd be helpless. I'm going to meet her mid-landing to try and slow her down." I watched Tibarn lunge forward and fly upward. The rain-snow mix was heavy and hard to fly in, but I could see that it was no match for the hawk king's powerful wings. He flew toward me, the smaller hawk in the sky, sent out as a scout. Cenna was my name, and I was an excellent flyer, which was why I was chosen. But I was coming too fast for a safe landing and thankfully Tibarn was flying up to meet me. "Cenna!" he called out to me.

"Tibarn, I've injured my left wing! I can't slow down!" I called back as I struggled to keep in the air. I could barely move my left wing and my flaps were barely keeping me steady

Tibarn moved slightly lower than me, but still facing me. "On my count, stop flapping." He yelled up to me.

"What?"

"One."

"Sir, are you sure?"

"Two." I squeezed my eyes shut as Tibarn said, "Three." I spread my wings wide and began to fall. I only fell a short distance before Tibarn's strong arms were looped under my armpits, catching me, pressing my chest to his, crushing me to his chest and slowing my fall. "Are you alright?"

"Please never do that again." I panted as we landed.

"Sissy." He laughed. "Come on, everyone wants to hear your report."

Ranulf came running up to us. "What's the news?"

"Assemble everyone. I don't want to tell this story twice." I replied as we entered the meeting tent.

Before entering, Tibarn pulled aside one of the female beorc that was simply around to help. "Find her dry clothes, a blanket, and something hot to drink. And have someone find Rhys, tell him it's urgent." She complied and ran off as he followed me inside. "Sit down, Cenna, you looked exhausted."

"I can't. If I sit, I'll fall asleep and won't be able to give my report."

"The clothes, sir. Rhys said he'll be here in a few minutes. And I've had someone began to boil water for tea." The lady reappeared. "Do you have a preference?" She directed her question at me and handed me two blankets.

"Anything herbal." I replied and with a nod the lady was off again. I used one blanket to wring my hair out and dry my skin.

"Dry your wings off then changed into the dry clothes. You don't want to catch a cold." Tibarn advised, holding out the other blanket.

"I'm fine."

"You don't want to get sick."

"I'll be fine."

"As your king, I order you too."

"That's the stupidest order you've ever given."

"Then as your brother, I'm asking you to."

I sighed and spread my wings wide so that Tibarn could begin to slide water off of them. "Thanks, brother."

"That's what family's for." He murmured in reply and he finished. I quickly stripped off my soaked cloth leggings, long sleeved shirt and tunic in exchanged for baggy cream shorts trimmed in crimson, a lose crimson vest-like wrap-around shirt, a yellow sash tying the vest closed, and crimson and cream shoes. I left the two tight fitting, red anklets on each ankle and red stripe of cloth in my mouse-brown hair.

"So she's back?" stated a male voice as several people entered the tent.

"Yes, I'm in here. I'd like to give my report."

Soren, Ike, Titiana, Skrimir, Ranulf and Tibarn all gathered around the map so that I could tell them of the Central Army's advance.

"We have about a day, maybe less. In this weather maybe more but the winds are changing. We won't be able to stop much more until we reach Gallia." I stated.

"Are you sure about this?" Soren asked.

"Yes, I am. They're walking at a relentless pace, much faster than our own."

"That is because they do not need to carry the injured, they just left them there." Skrimir stated.

"I am afraid that is a main cause. The other is that, even the uninjured, are suffering from exhaustion." Added a new voice from the tent entrance. Rhys appeared and stepped toward me. "I was told to come here, what is the matter?"

"Cenna's left wing. It looks like she might have pulled a muscle." Stated Tibarn.

"I see. Is there anymore to her report?"

"One more thing: a senator has been placed as Commander in Chief. Zelgius isn't calling all of the shots now." As I said this, my vision slipped and I fell sideways into Ike.

"Careful." He whispered, righting me. I gave him a small smile.

Rhys stepped forward and ran light fingers down the humorous of my left wing to where it met my back. I cringed as he neared the wing joint near my shoulder. "Yes, she's pulled something. Should only take a few days to feel normal after I'm done. But right now she needs rest that we do not have time for." He pointed his always-ready staff at me and I instantly felt better. Still exhausted, but the pain at least was gone.

"I'll carry her." Skrimir stated.

"I'm fine. I can walk for a little while." I stated.

"We need to make a plan. She can sleep for a little bit, and then we'll make a decision." Soren reasoned.

The lady reappeared again with a steaming cup and bread. "This is for you. I've also brought another blanket."

I approached her and took the three items from her hands. "Thank you, I appreciate it." I returned to the table and began to nibble at the bread.

Tibarn looked at me as I joined their discussion. "You'll have about 30 minutes to sleep, if you wish."

"No, I'm fine. If I'm going to sleep, I want it to be long and well. Flying in a storm is a pain." I replied, finishing the bread and draining the tea. "Continue, Soren." I stated while draping the blanket over my shoulders and tucking my wings in close.

"Thank you. As I was saying…" Soren launched into this long and utterly uninteresting to me plan about what we should do. I tried to stay alert as he spoke, but found it nearly impossible. The thirty minutes passed and a decision was made. We'd be going into the Lava Caves (A.N. HELP! I can't remember the name of the caves on 3-9! Someone please tell me so that I can put the proper name in! I'm also acknowledging that I don't have a clue.), which were dangerous and hard to pass through. There was said to be two exits: one to Gallia and the other to Goldoa, dragon country. As we all parted to relay the plan, Tibarn pulled me aside.

"I don't want you to be a part of this anymore." He said bluntly.

"I can take care of myself. I'm not a little kid anymore. Not by laguz or beorc standards." I retorted, moving passed him.

He grabbed my arm to stop me. "You're hurt, you can't fight anymore."

"Rhys said I'd be fine with some rest."

"But rest is what we don't have time for. I want you to go back to Phoenicis." He stated firmly.

I barely kept my jaw from dropping. "What? Why?"

"It's too dangerous for you."

"Do you know what I have been doing since you saw me last? Do you know where I've been the last 10 years?" I waited for his response, which never came so I kept going. "I've been traveling the different tribes. I helped Gallia form a treaty with Crimea. I spent time among the beasts of Gallia, the dragons of Goldoa, the ravens of Kilvas, and the beorc of Crimea. Don't you think I've learned how to take care of myself?"

Tibarn gave me a confused look. "What did you do among all of those different creatures?"

"I learned how to fight with the ferocity of a lion, and the strength of a black dragon. I've learned how to fly like a raven. I even had a beorc teach me the art of swordplay." I admitted.

I saw my brother's eyes flash with rage. "Swordplay?"

"I'm pretty good too. It was the last thing I learned and I was able to combine all of what I had learned as a laguz into fighting as a beorc."

"Who taught you?" Tibarn yelled.

"Calm down, you're being totally irrational about this."

"Tell me!"

"Ike and his father Greil." I stated simply.

I knew that Tibarn wouldn't harm Ike, my brother wasn't THAT reckless.

I watched his eyes go from furious, to anger, and then to resolve. I knew that look: he wasn't happy and he knew why. "Tibarn…" I warned.

"Why? When?"

"About 4 years ago, when tension started to rise. I didn't like that I was almost defenseless in between shifts. I didn't see why I couldn't use my heightened senses as a laguz to learn. I wasn't sure who to approach about it, but once the war started and I saw the difference that they were making, I decided to ask them. After a little bit of thought, Ike and his father agreed. It was harder to learn how to move around my wings and hold a sword in general than to learn how to use it. They were both very good teachers."

"Where is your sword now?"

"In Lethe, Lyre and I's tent. They both know about it."

Tibarn sighed. "Well, at least I know you'll be able to protect yourself. And apparently nothing I can tell you can make you go."

I hugged him tightly around his waist. "Thank you!"

He returned my hug, squeezing me gently. "Just be careful. I don't want anything to happen to you."

I stepped away from him. "Don't worry about me."

He rested a gentle hand on my shoulder. It wasn't widely known, but the hawk king's infamous temper and gruff attitude weren't the only sides he had. He also had a soft-spot for a certain hawk princess and heron prince. I was sure that Reyson and I were the only ones that ever saw this side of him. Reyson already knew about my secret, since he's a heron, and was the one that kept prodding me to tell Tibarn. "As long as we're family, I'll worry."

I sighed; it was better than nothing, I guess. "I'll see you later." I waved him off and went to my tent. I walked over to my cot and pulled out a sword sheath from under the mattress. The sheath was black and long so that it would fit comfortably between my wings in my beorc-like form and in my hawk form. Instead of a small belt, a longer one was attached so that I'd be able to belt it to my across my back and chest. The hilt was golden and had a custom two-handed grip and ordinate winged crossbar. If I was going to pull the blade out, I'd see a silver sword edged with iron. Delicate runes had been carved onto the flat surface on both sides in the Old Tongue. I knew what they said by heart: "Blessed is the Winged One who bears this blade, for she is the only one to bear its blessing." It was, in fact, heavier than most swords and took two hands for me to hold. It was easy for me, but most beorc would struggle under its weight. This sword could also strike like a Storm Sword; I think that it was the base that the sword smith that crafted this sword used. I knew now was the time for everyone to know, so I strapped the long black belt over my shoulders and settled the sheath between my wings. I left it loose so that I could move comfortably. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the tent just as Lethe and Lyre ran up to me.

"We're packing up camp." They stated. I nodded and helped them pack up our tent and secure it in a supply wagon. Once we finished, we headed for where Ike, Tibarn, Skrimir, and the others waited.

"Glad to see you're up and about." Reyson said from behind my brother.

"Hey Reyson." I said to him with a wave. We grew up together and were just as close as he was to my brother. "Guess you heard then." I tried to laugh it off.

"Yes, I did. I'm happy that you weren't seriously hurt flying in such bad weather. I don't know how you did it."

I shrugged and held back a blush. "I spent some time among the ravens. I guess that time paid off."

He agreed with a smile. "Yes, I believe it did."

Ike began to tell the troops of the plan. When he finished everyone began to march. I hated marching, but Rhys would kill me if he saw me in the air. So I walked next to Reyson. I didn't see Ulki or Janaff around, so I assumed the duty of watching him. He and I chatted for awhile about other topics than this war. Until it came time for him to gloat a small amount.

"So I'm guessing you told King Tibarn about your last 10 years." Reyson stated loftily.

"Oh just say it already." I sighed.

"Say what?"

"That you were right."

"About…" He was egging me on.

"About my brother understanding what I needed to do, and what I need to do now." I stated.

"See, you should listen to me more often."

"Aren't herons supposed to graceful, peaceful, and kind?"

"I think I've spent too much time among the hawks." He realized. Both of us laughed.

We kept marching until midday. As we all sat for our meal, I sighed deeply.

"How are you doing?" Tibarn asked from the other side of Reyson.

"Fine. I'm glad for a break though." I said.

"Are you sure that you're fine to keep going?" Reyson asked, facing me.

"Both of you worry too much. I'll be fine." I said, laughing them off.

~~~Part 1, fin~~~

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