((I have three other fanfics that despretely need updating but instead I am uploading this...))

I promise this will have a unique twist to the normal Fire Emblem 7 novelizations, but I can't tell you much about them right at the moment without spoiling anything. Also, although I will be using the game dialogue and scripts as a guideline I wont be copy and pasting it unless absolutely needed.

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She was in pain.

In so much pain.

It ate away at her body and mind and she wondered if perhaps she would go insane. When had she been attacked? How long has she been crawling, dragging her ruined legs behind her across the coarse grass of the plains. Bloody and beaten. Where was her brother? Where were her attackers? Had he led them away? Had they just attacked and then left them for dead? Her throat was so sore from screaming. When did she start screaming? When they started attacking? When they raped her? Or when they stabbed her brother? She didnt know.

All she knows is that she is in pain.

So much pain.

Darkness had fallen. How long had she been crawling? Her arms no longer hurt, but she could make out how dark the fabric around her arms was, how the area she used to crawl along the grass had been eroded away and the skin started to erode away itself. She was a bloody mess, but the pain was finally, thankfully, starting to dim to nothing.

Her body was screaming at her to rest, to just sleep and give in. Her mind, however, was different. It raced from the pain and from adrenaline, pushing her forward, to not give in. Her mother's words echoed in her ears, her strong desire to see her lost kin fresh in her mind. If she gave up now, she would not be there for her brother. If she gave up now, her mother's sacrifice would be in vain. She couldnt give in, not now!

She dragged her body for what seemed like hours in her mind, but it could have been only minutes in reality, or even seconds. Her ability to tell time had left her long ago.

Finally, her body and mind spent, she collapsed on the plains. Unable to move even her eyelids, and barely breathing, she succumbed to darkness.

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"Hello?" Faintly, she could hear a voice. It sounded kind.

"Are you awake?" Finally, she opened her eyes. The one who had been talking was a tall sacaen woman, her features fair and her clothes the same simplistic but logical design of all the nomadic people. Easy to move around it, unrestrictive, and could help keep one warm in the cold nights.

"I found you unconcious on the plains! I really thought you were going to die. Are you well now?" the woman asked, kneeling by the cot the young woman was lying on, pressing a hand to her forehead. The young woman opened her mouth, intending to speak, but found she was unable. The plainswoman got up and grabbed a skin of water, returing to the young woman on the cot. She opened the bottle and held the opening to the young woman's lips, pouring the water gently and slowly down the woman's throat.

"Th-Thank you..." The young woman said, her voice horse and cracking. The sacean woman smiled pleasantly at her, leaving the skin to the woman and returning to a small hearth fire with a pot on top, the smell of stew cooking filling the air as she lifted the lid of the pot and tested her brew.

"Are you feeling well? Or at least, well enough to sit up? Lunch is almost ready!" The sacean woman asked. The young woman nodded her head, and the sacean woman helped her to a sitting up position.

"My name is Lyn, what is yours?" She asked once the young woman was finally sitting up. The young woman grimanced slightly. Her body didnt hurt quite as much from when she last remembered being awake, but it still throbbed dully from the pain. How long had she been unconcious?

"My name is Mary. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lyn." She said, looking up at the beautiful sacean woman. Lyn smiled at her, turning back to her brew and finally scooping some into a bowl, handing it to Mary with a spoon.

"Well, Mary, eat up! The most I've been able to give you the last two weeks has been some wine, water, and simple broths. I am actually quite surprised you survived with all of your injuries and then being unable to take in really any food." Lyn said. The surprise at Mary's survival, along with the joy that she was finally awake, was evident to Mary herself, and smiled. Two weeks. Had her brother surivived?

"Thank you, Lyn. I am glad there are people such as you that would take care of a stranger like me." She said, sipping the stew experimentally. It tasted good, and soon she was scooping into her mouth, her stomach pleased at finally having something filling in it. While she was eating, Mary noted that her arms and hands were wrapped completely in bandages.

"We of the Sacaen people always help wary travelers. All Sacaens are like one big family, so it stands to reason that we would always treat a guest of the plains as family as well." Lyn explained, sitting next to the cot as she ate. Mary smiled, nodding her head.

"A family. Sounds nice." She said. Lyn nodded, but her eyes looked sad.

"Where were you headed, Mary? You looked like you were traveling. Were you attacked by bandits? Were you traveling with anyone? Did you have a horse to ride or did you just walk? Where did you come from?" Lyn started asking. Mary thought it was a little cute how Lyn started spewing out questions like a child. It was endearing.

"I am a tactician. My brother and I were traveling around, looking for work when we were ambushed by... by bandits. My brother. Did you see him? He doesnt look much like me, honestly, though we do share the common trait of freckles. He would have been tall, with teal hair." Mary asked. Lyn shook her head sadly.

"I only found you bleeding to death on the plains. I am so sorry, I did not find another person. I've been keeping watch since I found you, in case you did travel with someone and they were looking for you, but I have yet to come across anyone." Lyn said. She looked like she was honestly regrettful for not finding Mary's brother for her. Mary smiled sadly.

"It is quite all right, Lyn. I expected that something like this could happen." Mary said, setting the empty bowl down on the cot, which Lyn took instantly to be cleaned. Absently, Mary groped around her chest then widened her eyes in alarm.

"Lyn?! LYN?!" She shouted suddenly, her hands roaming all over her body and where she could on the cot. Alarmed, Lyn ran to the cot, kneeling down.

"Yes? What is wrong?" She asked. Mary looked panicked, still looking for something.

"Necklace! My necklace! It was a small jewel, robin's egg blue! Have you seen it?!" Mary shouted in her panic. Lyn grabbed her upper arms gently to calm the girl and to keep her from further injuring herself.

"Mary, please calm dont worry, I have the jewel here, see?" Lyn said, getting up to bring back a soft cloth. Mary took the cloth with shaking hands and unfolded it, revealing the beautiful sky blue jewel. Mary let out a shaky releaved breath, holding the small jewel to her chest.

"Thank the gods!" She whispered. Lyn smiled at her, getting up and washing the bowls, replacing them to their usual place in her yurt. Mary still clutched the jewel in her hand as Lyn returned with a leather strap.

"Here. The chain you had on it broke, so use this to tie it with." she said, handing the twine to Mary. Mary nodded and did just that, placing the jewel back around her neck.

"Thank you, Lyn. I am trully greatful." Mary said. Lyn nodded, smiling at her.

"It must be a very important necklace for you to worry so much about it." Lyn noted. Mary nodded her head, her hand toying with the jewel now around her neck.

"It was my mother's. She left it to me before she died."

"I'm so sorry..."

"It's quite all right. I'm over it." Mary said to her, smiling as best she could. Lyn smiled back when a sudden noise got their attention. Alarm crossing Lyn's face, the sacaen woman went to the door of her yurt, looking out for a few moments.

"Mary, I'll be right back, so do not move!" She said, leaving before Mary could respond. Achingly getting to her feet, Mary hobbled towards the door when Lyn burted through in a panic.

"Bandits! not many, however. I am sure I can take them!" She said, mostly to herself. Mary's heart thudded in alarm.

"Bandits? Lyn, are you a strategist?" Mary asked. Lyn finally looked over at her, eyes widening in alarm before running to the smaller woman and holding her gently.

"Mary, you need to be in bed! You are very hurt!" She said, trying to lead Mary back to the cot. Mary shook her head, gently grabbing Lyn's forearms.

"Lyn, you are not a strategist, correct? You are young, but I am a tactician by trade! I may not be able to fight, but I can give you advice on how to handle the bandits! Please, let me help you!" Mary said pleadingly. Lyn frowned, looking torn as she gazed into Mary's eyes. Finally, she sighed and gave in.

"Stay close to me! I'll make sure to protect you." Lyn said. Mary nodded and limped as she followed Lyn through the door of the yurt, stepping into the bright sun for the first time in a couple of weeks. She sheilded her eyes from the sun before taking in the views around her. Lyn led her somewhat slowly until she could finally see the bandits, three burly men with large muscles and it didn't look like a lot of brains.

"Move as quietly as you can, Lyn. If we are lucky we can sneak up on them." Mary said. Lyn nodded and the two walked as quietly and stealthly as they could but one of the bandits spotted them, charging at them with a raised axe. Mary gasped as Lyn drew her sword in one clean motion, slicing through the bandit's neck cleanly and seperated his head from his soldiers. Mary gulped, pushing some of her curly brown hair from her eyes.

"Amazing..." She said. She shouted in alarm as the second bandit charged at Lyn, roaring in rage over his fallen comrade. Lyn dodged the axe, slashing the bandit's arm open. This only seemed to enrage him more, however, and he heaved his axe up, swinging again at Lyn. The blade nicked her arm, but Lyn was able to avoid any serious blows, slashing with her sword and slicing open his neck. The bandit fell, blood gushing from his neck onto the grass, staining it crimson.

"Mary, are you all right?" Lyn asked, looking back. Mary nodded, limping over to her.

"Do you have a vulnerary? A scratch like that could be lethal if there was anything on the blade of the axe beforehand." Mary noted, slightly prodding Lyn's arm as she inspected the nick. It wasnt to deep, not worth stitching together for certain. Mary noted it could get worse, as she had seen many times before, if it wasnt treated however.

"Yes, I have some in my satchel. Here." Lyn said, digging around in her satchel before she gave the vial to Mary. Mary poured a gratious ammount into her hand, rubbing some onto Lyn's nick before recapping the vial and handing it back to Lyn. Mary rubbing the rest of the tonic on her bandaged wrists as Lyn and she made their way to the ger that the last bandit was attacking. The bandit turned to face them, his muscles bulging as he swung his axe rather impressivly.

"Who do you think you ARE? I AM BATTA THE BEAST!" He roared. He charged at Lyn, his axe raised.

"Axes are weak against swords and his stride is lumbering! Aim for his legs first!" Mary shouted as Lyn darted ahead, taking her advice and slashing at Batta's legs. Batta cursed loudly, falling to the ground when Lyn landed a nast blow to his left calf. He got up painfully, heaving his heavy axe into his hands and glaring at both Lyn and Mary.

"I wont let you WIN!" He yelled. Instead of charging for Lyn, however, he charged for the stunned Mary. Unable to move quickly enough, Mary let out a light squeek before Batta finally fell down face first into the ground. Staring at him for a moment, Mary looked up to see Lyn huffing, her blade covered in crimson blood and a large gash across Batta's back, oozing blood into the parched grass below him.

"Mary, are you all right?" Lyn asked, running up to the silent girl and checking her over for any and all injuries she mayhave sustained from the excersion. Mary shook her head as a group of nomads came up, thanking Lyn profusely for helping save their homes. Lyn accepted their praise and told them she was glad to help before she decided it was time to head back to her own yurt for the night.

Tired, Mary leaned heavily on Lyn for most of the walk before Lyn picked her up and carried her the rest of the way to the yurt. Once inside, Lyn set about making a meal for them both. Mary sat on the cot, catching her breath and fiddling with the bandages on her wrists when she noticed they were uncomfortably loose for her tastes.

"Lyn, I think my bandages are comming undone." She said, pulling up the sleeves of the simple white tunic she was wearing so she could see more of the bandages. It was, indeed, coming undone, and Mary noted that the bandages went all the way up to her biscepts. Lyn grabbed a bag and walked over to her, pulling out fresh bandages and more of the vulnerary tonic to use on the injuries. She unrapped one and and Mary paled, flinching at the sight of her own arms.

It was nausiating to look at, really. The skin looked like it had been worn down almost completely, or her skin was just that red and ragged. She sword she could see vein, bone, and muscle as Lyn gently poured some of the tonic into the ragged flesh. Mary winced, but not from pain. With the tonic it looked even worse and now it almost looked like it was bleeding as some of the red-tinted tonic dripped off of her arm.

"A wretched sight to be sure. Glad to say this is actually the worst of your damage. I can't even begin to imagine the determination and will you felt to live that pushed you to do this to your own body." Lyn said, using some water now to clean out some of the flesh in Mary's arm. Mary gulped, not willing to open her mouth for fear of throwing up. When her arm was cleaned Lyn removed the bandages on her hand, showing how she had ripped off her fingernails and quite a bit of her skin as well. Mary found herself quite surprised she was able to use the hand at all, due to all the damage. When Lyn was finished treating and rebandaging her hand she moved to Mary's other arm and hand, revealing the same amount, if not even worse damage than the other one. Mary noted a stone was actually lodged into her other arm, but Lyn told her she wasnt able to remove it just yet without further injuring Mary. When her arms were rebandaged Lyn asked if she could rebandage the rest of Mary's injuries and then helped Mary strip of her simple trousers and tunic. Mary sat on the cot feeling exposed due to how bare she was infront of Lyn as the sacaen woman undid the bandaged on her chest and stomach, revealing the long lines of scratches and cuts. Just like Lyn had said, they were no where near as severe as her arms, however, and Lyn lightly applyed the vulnerary tonic to her stomach, her fingers ghosting over Mary's abdoment and just under her breasts to make sure every cut was covered in the tonic.

Mary blushed as Lyn applied some of the tonic to the scratches and cuts on her breasts and chest, unable to hide ehr discomfort. Lyn gave her a reasuring smile and asked Mary if she could turn slightly so she could get the cuts on her back. Mary happily agreed and turned so Lyn could get behind her, despite the fact that Lyn's ghosting fingertips on her back made her shiver. After this Lyn rebandaged her and had Mary lay down, removing the bandages on her legs to reveal some long cuts and shallow scratches, but otherwise fine. Mary felt faint and closed her eyes as Lyn started applying the vulnerary tonic to Mary's legs and mary soon drifted off into sleep.

"Are you awake?" Mary cracked open her eyes when she heard Lyn speak. She found herself still on the cot, but under the warm blankets and, thankfully, clothed. Mary blinked at her for a moment before the previous days events caught up with her.

"Yesterday's battle must have worn you out! You fell asleep and ended up sleeping until almost midday today!" Lyn said, giggling lightly. She was preparing food to eat and Mary's mouth watered at the smell of it. She got into a sitting position, wincing at the pain mostly in her arms, when Lyn walked over and held out a bowl of warm stew and some bread. They ate in silence but as the time stretched on Mary noticed that Lyn seemed like she wanted to ask something.

"Is something the matter, Lyn?" Mary finally asked. Lyn looked a bit uneasily but finally took an intake of breath to calm whatever was bothering her.

"Mary, I was wondering... You are experianced in the ways of war and combat. I was wanting to know if you would let me travel with you." Lyn said. Mary stared at her, stunned, for a moment.

"I cannot pay you for protection Lyn, and I have no actual destination in mind. I am a wanderer." She replied. Lyn looked at her, determination in her eyes.

"I don't want payment! To fight will furthur my own skills and that would be payment enough! I am a Sacaen nomad, Mary, I am always wandering so it isnt any trouble to me! Please, let me join you!" She pleaded. Mary flinched back, not quite sure how to tell her she just didn't want Lyn traveling with her. Yes, Lyn was capable in battle, but Mary was being hunted. She didn't want to risk the young girl's life!

"What of your parents? What do they say on this?" Mary asked. It was a last ditch effort, and she knew it. Lyn's eyes suddenly darkned in sadness and the woman looked away from her. Mary's heart lurched. She knew what that kind of look meant.

"My parents... My tribe... The whole of the Lorca tribe had been wiped out by bandits... My people were traditional and would not follow me... Everyone... Everyone died..." She said, tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill down her face. Lyn shook her head after a moment, wiping away the tears.

"I won't cry anymore, but I want to travel with you! I want to get stronger! Please! Mary, let me travel with you! You can't defend yourself, can you? I can protect you for free! Please, Mary!" Lyn begged, grabbing Mary's hands gently and staring straight into her eyes. Mary flinched. What should she do? Without her brother she could definately use the protection. At best Mary was only able to use a small dagger on her own. Not the best tool against bounty hunters and bandits...

"I need to find my brother. If you will help me with my search then I will allow you to come along as well." Mary finally said. Only until she found her brother. When she found him she could finally seperate from Lyn. She did feel like she owed Lyn greatly for saving her, but she didn't want to put Lyn's life in danger by being associated with her. Lyn beamed happily at her, hugging her gently.

"Thank you so much Mary! I promise you that you will not regret this in the least!" She said. Mary couldn't help it and let a soft smile grace her fair freckled face. It was nice to be thanked.

Later that night Lyn was all ready making preperations for their departure.

"We should head to a nearby town I know of first to pick up supplies and information. Many travelers go there, so I am sure someone may have seen your brother." Lyn said, smiling at Mary. Mary smiled back as well.

"That sounds like the best plan to me." Mary agreed. Lyn nodded and got up, going about to pack things in the yurt up that the two may need. Mary nodded her head, looking down at her bandaged hands. She closed her eyes and thinked of what had happened and wondered about the future.

Lyn's skills were great, but would it keep them both alive? Would she, Mary herself, survive it if Lyn died for her? Mary grimanced, not liking the thought. Now, however, she didn't have a choice. When she found her brother, she decided. Once she found her brother, she would seperate from Lyn.

She had no choice.

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I cant spoil anything for the future, but just to let you know, there is a reason this story is rated M (Violence, Sexual Content, Sexual Implications, Language being some of the things). And also, there is a reason this story is called 'Family Legacy: The Blazing Sword'.

I already have the next chapter done, and it is over 5000 words.

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