Disclaimer: I don't own anything Fire Emblem. All I own is the identity of the tactician, who is based off a blend of me and my friends.
A/N: Here is the first chapter of one of the few fics I will be working on. Other fics will come, and this fic will be updated hopefully after the month of August as my examinations come up then. Please bear with me.
Introduction:
It was dark as a person shuffled his feet. A few seconds later, there was a groan of pain as the stranger bumped into a wall. He mumbled softly, "Where am I… and what am I doing here? I wish I could see, at least." It was as if the sky heard his wish, as a bolt of lightning struck from the sky. From that brief moment of light, the stranger was able to analyze his surroundings. It looks like he was in some kind of stone fort. What also added to this belief was that he could hear the sounds of steel clashing and dim silhouttes fighting outside the window he was near. The rain made the fighters less visible than they would be at night. Upon the distance, the stranger, revealed by the lightning to be a young man with black hair and of average height, quickly dashed down the nearby uneven stairs in an attempt to get a closer idea of what is going on. A female voice called out to him, but he paid it no heed, whether he wasn't able to hear her voice in his hurry or whether he just ignored her remains unknown.
By the time the young man made it to the entrance of the fort, the storm was at its strongest. Lightning flashed every few minutes, revealing a duo of knights defending the inhabitants of the fort from the bandits armed with axes. On his right, there was an archer and a lavender haired pegasus knight. The archer was shooting arrows through a window while the Pegasus Knight threw Javelins. There must have been more bandits on that side. He then turned over to his left. A burly man with an axe was fighting with a green haired young lady with a sword. The lady wasn't fighting back, but just evading, as she was trying to talk to him.
Suddenly, a hand just grasped onto the young man's shoulder. He whirled around to find a brunette in her late twenties. She was limping and glaring at him with reproach. She scoled him. "How could you just ignore me! Tactician! Without you, this entire group is lost! You cannot just rush into danger!"
As she said that, the right wall collapsed. The Pegasus Knight and archer backed away from the advancing bandits until the archer tripped. The bandit readied his axe, ready to chop him to pieces. The archer winced, and prepared for impact. But the blow never hit. The bandit fell down with a hand axe embedded on his chest. As lightning flashed again, the burly man the young lady was talking to earlier picked up his hand axe and said solemnly, "For Natalie's safety, consider me part of your group for now."
It was then when I jolted up from my sleep, drenched in sweat.