Chapter one

Top of the morning to ye. I get bored on Fridays. This is the result of my boredom. See you at the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own much. Fire Emblem is one of the many things that I don't own.

I never thought it would have such an effect on me. I thought when I left 'Hector's Horde' I would be able to go on with my training. I thought I would be able to aid a mercenary group, or something like that. I even considered, asking Captain Fargus if he needed a tactician of sorts. My plans for my future never to turn out quite right…Especially the ones involving happiness.

I miss the constant travel. Though it did put quite a strain on my body, I found myself missing the relief of lying down to take a look sleep after traveling all day. Already I missed everyone. I missed Nino who I would always play games with, and Florina, who I would always comfort. I missed Kent and Sain's constant bickering. I missed Lowen's cooking and Dart's sharp tongue. I missed Heath and Vaida, whom were both equally interesting to talk to. I missed Guy and Jaffar for no real reason I could think of. I missed Lyn, who had grown to be like my older sister. I missed Hector, who replaced my father almost perfectly. I missed Eliwood , who's nobility always amused me. I especially missed a certain thief. To think it has only been a week since our group disbanded…

A week…merely a week. I couldn't believe it. Sighing, I pulled my cape onto my shoulders. Back to the lounge with me. Another day of associating with complete idiots. Wiping a tear from my cheek, I reached for a necklace Lyn had given me as a birthday present. It had been back when we were traveling. Only Kent, Lyn and Florina knew. Still, I had been happy. The looks of surprise on everyone's face when Lyn had announced the day were good enough for me. I pushed on the door of my room. I put my foot forward. That was all it took. My slumped form became straight. My bent head now looked straight forward. My eyes, previously wet with tears, were now dry. No one would see my weakness…that couldn't happen…not again.

"…But ya'know missy…Y'd be much better off workin' 'fer me than ya ever where workin' for anyone else. Join me cause, won' 'cha lil' miss?" The shrimpy little man smiled up at me. Cocking an eye, I made I quick note never to accept offers from people who seem like they would talk better with a stick in their mouth.

"I'm out of here." I said, standing up and pushing my chair in, "Thanks for the meal." I turned, heading up the stairs. I could hear the little man's voice calling me back.

"But lil' miss!! Wai'! Come on back!" Ignoring his cries I grinned. I think he got his words confused. Either that or he really thinks a tactician is a baker. Either way, I'm not baking him any magical cookies. I could barely hear him anymore. That was a good thing. I passed the second floor landing and continued my way onto my room. I heard the faint sound of a piano in the distance. I suppose he was at it again. In the in, third floor, room right next to my own, there was a man who had checked in three days before myself.

The only problem was, he played lively songs during the night and slow songs during the day. I could barely get to sleep. I suppose it didn't matter anymore though. I was going to go check out right now.

I finally reached the third floor landing. Hanging a sharp left, I stepped into the fifth door on the right. Shutting the door, I felt myself slump again. I moved around the room slowly, dragging my feet. I grabbed my books off of the nightstand and shoved them into my bag. Moving over to the table that was pushed into the corner, I took a last look at the map. Leaving Ostia would probably nicely top of my sorrow. While curling up the map, I briefly considered going to say a last good-bye to Hector. Tossing the map into my bag a shook my head. I would probably have a melt-down if I did that. Shouldering my pack, I checked quickly around the room to make sure I hadn't left anything.

Putting my hand on the door, I took a breath. With a push, I was immediately startled. There was a loud 'THUNK' and a quick. "Ow!" I knew I'd hit someone.

'Damn my luck' Shutting the door quickly, I scampered to my victim's side.

"I'm so sorry! I should have been…" My voice trailed off. The man I'd hit seemed somehow familiar. I got the sense I had heard about him from somewhere. The man was giving me an odd look. Realizing that I was staring, I blushed a little. Extending my hand I smiled shyly. He grabbed it with a gloved hand.

"Thanks…I guess." He muttered. Giving me one last weird look, he turned away. I suddenly felt alone. Again. I hated that feeling…

"Sir! Please, might I have a moment of your time?" The man stopped and looked at me.

"I don't know. I mean, you did just hit my in the face with a door." He snapped. With a quick little flinch, I considered just walking away then. Before I could, I stopped myself.

"Please…it won't take long." I watched him sigh.

"Fine. Make it quick though. I have to check out soon." My eyes brightened.

"Would you happen to be a mercenary?" I asked. He frowned. Slowly, I felt my heart sink.

"And if I am?" My sinking heart nearly leapt out of my mouth.

"Great! I'm a tactician! If there is any chance I could travel with you, even for a little while, I would greatly appreciate it." I closed my eyes. I was nearly positive he would decline. I heard footsteps walking away from me. Lowering my head, I opened my eyes. Damn. Bad luck.

I was nearly knocked off my feet. I had barely caught a heavy sack of stuff in time.

"A tactician, eh?" The man said, shoving a biscuit into his mouth, "I guess you could be useful. At least you can catch." My eyes opened wide. The man stepped forward and took the sack from me.

"The name's Isaac." He said. I searched my mind for that name…drawing blanks around every corner, I smiled at him.

"My name's Evangeline!" I almost gave him a hug. I would be traveling again. Still…it would never be the same…

'I have to move on though…I can't keep getting caught up on this…Damn…I miss them so much. Especially him…why did I have to be so stupid…I should have told him how I felt…' Shaking my head, I followed my new companion down to the main floor.

With just a tad bit of confusion at the front desk, we had made it outside. Isaac started moving towards the stables. Out of habit, I ran after him. Once more I received a weird look from him. It didn't matter though. I stopped running. Now keeping an even pace with him, I kept my gaze toward the stables. Inside I found myself a bit shocked. He had stopped in front of a magnificent dark blue wyvern. He grinned at the look on my face.

"What's the matter? Never seen a wyvern before? It would make since." He said, studying my face for a moment, "You seem pretty young for a tactician." I ignored his comment. Turning my gaze to him, I began to take a closer look at him. He had white hair, but couldn't have been older than twenty-five. His eyes were a dark, stormy gray. It seemed like he fit Heath's description of an old comrade well. Something clicked in my mind. I lost it almost as quick as it had come. He raised and eye.

"You still there?" His words startled me at first. Slowly, I calmed back down.

"Yeah. I'm…fine.

That's the end. For now. During Spring Break I'll probably right more…but then again, if everyone hates it, I probably won't. Later guys.