Author's Note: My (shitty) take on Lyn's story in Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword, otherwise known simply as Fire Emblem. I'd like to think that no one else has thought of this idea before- if someone has, then we're looking at a plagiarism lawsuit. Also, this story is being told in third person (for now). This story, along with The Castle and An Unfortunate Affair, are stories that I will update whenever possible. On another note, I know the genres are Drama and Adventure, but I think this story will encompass more genres than that- it's just that two is the limit.

"A Girl From the Plains"

June 17, Noon

Lyn, Mark

Sacean Plains

He left his home because he wanted to explore the world. Well, that and the profession he would be getting himself into pretty much required him to do so.

When he left three months ago, it seemed like a good idea- Mark wanted to follow in the footsteps of his older siblings and parents, becoming a tactician like all of them. Being the youngest, he would be the last to set out and begin his journey. For his sixteenth birthday, he received an iron sword and a Thunder magic tome. The next day, he took his newfound weapons, his cloak, some food, water and vulneraries and set out after saying goodbye to his parents, as well as his older brother and sister, who returned for the occasion.

Mark was somewhat scared to leave the hometown and family he'd grown to love over the years. But that part of his mind was overshadowed by the part that wanted to see the other side, to carry on his family's legacy, to meet new people.

Right now, however, the part that told him it was a bad idea was reigning supreme over his mind.

She couldn't leave, much as she wanted to.

Lyn had complicated feelings about the plains where she grew up in over the years. They were truly majestic, especially the sun was setting or rising. The grass was green, and the trees stood tall and proud, almost like inanimate guardians. There was no shortage of food, what with the wildlife and fresh fruit all about.

There was just one problem- she was the only one living there. And while the plains remained beautiful on the outside, only Lyn knew of the horrors that haunted her homeland. Her father frequently told her that one day, she would lead the tribe, and by extension, the plains. He would go on to be half right.

It was an afternoon, just like any other. Lyn was walking back to her tent after a long walk. She had the usual thoughts in her head- what exactly was waiting beyond the plains, what were the people like, where could she find those goddamn bandits so she could-

Wait.

Who was this?

It looked like a boy, around her age as well.

Much to her amusement, he seemed to be having quite a difficult time. The boy was sweating profusely, and looked extremely dehydrated.

"Hot in… so hot in here…" She noticed that the boy had a foreign sounding accent, and strange looking clothes. It looked like he was wearing black boots and a very long brown coat. He clearly wasn't from the plains, she figured. Lyn also noticed the sword attached to his right hip.

The chuckling in her head stopped, however, when the boy suddenly collapsed onto the ground.

Oh god, that doesn't look good, Lyn thought to herself as she made her way over to the boy, who hadn't noticed her. Okay, let's just take you back to my tent- my god, you're actually rather light. Looks like we will finally have a visitor…

When Mark finally woke up, it was in the middle of the afternoon. While the sun hadn't set yet, it was on it's way down, and it was slowly getting darker outside, though it was still quite bright out.

Where the hell am I? Mark thought. Alright, seems like a tent. I sure hope whoever lives here is- Mark stopped when he saw who had taken him in.

"Oh, uh, hello. I'm glad you're awake- oh, right, you must be incredibly thirsty. Here you go," Lyn said as she handed him a bowl with water inside of it.

For now, Mark's physical thirst outdid its figurative counterpart, and he drank from the bowl. He normally wasn't terribly awkward around others, but the girl who had taken him in was strikingly beautiful. She's certainly much more attractive than the girls back home… wait, no! Focus, Mark! Don't let your training go to waste now, as beautiful as she is.

"Thanks for saving me back there. There wasn't any water in sight and it was incredibly hot outside," Mark said, trying to maintain his cool. He hoped he was doing a decent job of doing so- it was hard for him to keep his composure after being unexpectedly in the home of such a striking lady; he hadn't ever been involved with a woman in a romantic sense, after all, nor had the thought ever crossed his mind.

Of course, however, he had thoughts of women that he had either known or made up in his head- but they weren't exactly romantic. Mark didn't need to tell himself that this girl would be in his mind, with her long green hair, smooth skin, big green eyes, a beautiful face free of blemishes and very long, shapely legs, flaunted by her very simple looking blue shirt-dress…(Mark didn't have any better words to describe it, he just knew it looked good on her).

"It's nothing, I was just passing through. Would you mind if I asked your name?" Lyn asked.

"Oh, I'm Mark."

"Mark? It sounds foreign, but it's a good name nonetheless. I'm Lyn of the Lorca tribe."

"Well, I'm glad you were in the area, Lyn. But do you mind if I ask you a question?" Mark was genuinely curious about something, and his intuition told him Lyn knew what it was. That, and she's the only person I can really ask, Mark figured before asking.

"Yes? What is it, Mark?"

"How come these plains are so… empty? I've seen a bunch of tents laying about, but no one's using them. So far, you're the only person here. I can only assume that people live here, or used to. So what…" Mark stopped when she noticed Lyn was suddenly trying to hold back tears.

"Hey, it's okay, you don't have to answer-"

"No, no, I will. You deserve to know," Lyn was struggling to speak, but she managed to do so anyway.

~Sacean Plains, Three years ago~

"Father, Mother, do you hear that?" Lyn asked her parents.

They both went silent, but Hassar and Madelyn both heard the bandits off in the distance.

"Lyn, stay here. I'm afraid you are too young to fight. Hide here; we'll let you know when it's safe. You know about the underground passage, right?" It was a rhetorical question- Hassar knew that Lyn knew about it.

"Yes, Father," Lyn said, the fear obvious in her voice and eyes.

"Don't be afraid. We will drive them off," Madelyn put her hand on her daughter's shoulder, something she always did when trying to calm her daughter.

Still fearful, Lyn went into the crawlspace that was under their tent. Now, ready for battle, Hassar and Madelyn stepped out and rang the village bell to alert everyone of the incoming bandits.

The Lorca tribe was ready for battle. They weren't ready, however, for what would happen next.

Suddenly, one of the women started coughing blood and collapsed to the floor. Then, in a matter of minutes, the entire tribe met the same fate- they were dead before the bandits even arrived. However, they eventually came to make sure that the Lorca tribe was dead, and also to raid whatever valuable possessions were lying around.

The bandits never checked the crawlspace, however.

~Present Day~

"It turns out they poisoned the village water supply. Since I had refilled my canteen beforehand, I was not affected, and I eventually found a different, clean, source. To this day, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse if I lived through the massacre," The tears in Lyn's eyes stopped flowing, and her voice was now clear, but Mark still had his hand on her back, trying to comfort her.

"Oh my god. I'm so, so sorry about what happened to your village…" Mark trailed off; he didn't want to add on more words at the risk of sounding overbearing.

"For the past three years, it's just been me, alone on the plains. I've wanted to see the outside world for so long now, but I haven't. I kept asking, praying when the loneliness would be over.

"God, that's awful."

Silence.

Out of pity, attraction, and to pay her back for helping him, Mark decided to break the silence with an offer. "Lyn, I happen to be traveling. If you would like to come along with me, I'd love to have your company."

Suddenly, Lyn's face lightened up. "Really? Then yes, yes! Let me get my things, and then we can start moving again, okay?"

"Sure thing. I'll be waiting outside, and then we can go. Since there's still light, it's still safe for us to move out- maybe we can find a local town before night hits."

"Okay, Mark. I promise I will not take long!"

Wow, she is really excited about seeing what lies beyond. Well, I guess that makes two of us.

"I'm ready, Mark!" Her energy evidently not faded, Lyn emerged from the tent with a sheathed sword at her hip, and a bag slung over her shoulder containing food, water, and other various supplies.

"You can fight?" Mark asked, surprised.

"When my tribe was killed, I was not allowed to fight. For the past three years, I have been honing my swordsmanship in anticipation for the day that I will have to fight the bandits that took my family from me." Suddenly, she had a grim scowl on her face. "When I find out where they are hiding, there will be no survivors."

Right now, I don't know if I should feel terror, arousal, excitement or pity. Maybe all of them? Mark thought to himself. "Anyways Lyn, we should get going."

The two newfound friends began walking through the plains. Mark, having spotted a town off in the distance, began heading towards it, with Lyn in tow.

"So I take it you can fight as well, Mark?"

"Yeah. My family trained me in swordfighting, magic, and tactics."

"Oh. So you're a tactician then?"

"I am. Everyone's told me that I'm an average fighter, but a better tactician than my siblings. So, uh, forgive me if I'm a bit of a liability on the battlefield. When I turned sixteen three months ago, my family told me I was ready to get out there."

"Sixteen? Then that would make you younger than me, since this is my eighteenth year. If my tribe were still around, then I would be an adult right now. I could not fight when the bandits came because I was considered a child then, and the Lorca are- or were- very strict about not letting children on the battlefield."

"That's, well-" Mark was interrupted by Lyn's hand on his mouth.

Suddenly, Lyn went silent. She began looking around, as if she had spotted something in the distance for a moment before it went away. After a while, Mark slowly removed Lyn's hand from his mouth. Her hand is actually rather rough. I guess it makes sense considering what she has to do every day- find food, water, maintain her tent... Mark noted.

"Lyn? What's wrong?" Mark asked, concerned.

"I hear footsteps in the distance."

After a moment, he spotted the source of the footsteps, and realized they weren't just a few friendly travellers. "Oh, shit, get behind that tree, now!" Mark whispered as Lyn followed him to cover.

"Why are we hiding, Mark?"

"They're armed with axes. Looks like we're dealing with bandits here by the looks of their weapons and clothing." Lyn didn't say anything, but her face went back to the scowl from before.

"Okay, there's three of them to our west, and they don't know we're here yet. Listen, here's the plan. I need you to take point. While you go aggressive up front, I'll be off in the back using my magic. Got it, Lyn?"

Mark looked behind him, only to see that Lyn had emerged from their cover and was charging straight towards the bandits, who had noticed her. For fuck's sake...

"Goddamnit Lyn, I wasn't finished going over the plan!" Mark cried out in frustration as he pulled out his Thunder tome. The magic itself came directly from the book, so even if one knew how to cast magic and where to aim it, a tome would still be needed.

Mark's cry, however fell on deaf ears, as Lyn was charging straight for the first bandit.

Okay, there's the first one. Now I'm just gonna aim and-

Before he could finish that thought and the lightning bolt he was conjuring, Lyn had reached the bandit. When they met, the difference in skill was clear.

The bandit lacked proper training, and proved slow and clumsy in his movements. In contrast, while Lyn hadn't been fully trained by her parents and the rest of her village, she was much quicker and quite ferocious in taking down her opposition.

After stabbing him in the stomach with all her might, the bandit was left groveling in pain and in a pool of blood. But it wasn't enough for Lyn. She kept on viciously stabbing at him, hacking away at his chest until he was little more than a disfigured mess of flesh and blood.

She was so preoccupied with slashing away at the corpse that she didn't notice the other bandit charging at her.

"Lyn, look out!" Somehow, Mark was able to cast a lightning bolt, despite his shock at Lyn's violent killing of the bandit. Taking the warning, Lyn ducked down and the bolt killed him instead of her.

Mark would have been thinking about how he had just taken a life, and Lyn's disturbing fit of rage, but now there was a third bandit coming in.

"Who do you think you are? You think you can stand up to Batta the Beast?" The bandit, apparently their leader, asked before rushing towards Lyn and Mark.

"Wow, Batta the Beast. I'm sorry, but that nickname is truly pathet-" A narrowly missed swing of his axe towards Lyn stopped Mark from finishing his sentence. Seriously, that nickname was so awful that I almost stopped thinking about the guy I just killed, Mark thought as he got to work crafting another lightning bolt.

Batta and Lyn began engaging in an intense duel to the death while Mark was quite literally working his magic in the back. Batta had greater physical strength, but Lyn still retained the edge in speed and agility.

The two were fighting to a stalemate, with neither able to land any blow at all, let alone a decisive, killing one. Mark was finally ready to fire off the bolt, but he couldn't find a clean opportunity to get Batta with Lyn's body in the way.

"Lyn, duck!" She complied, and the lightning flew directly into Batta's torso, leaving him stunned long enough for Lyn to stab him through the heart, killing Batta on the spot.

It was not enough to satisfy her, however. Still grunting in anger, she thrust the sword through his stomach several more times, and then began slashing at his throat and face. Batta's blood combined with the blood of the other bandit she had killed to create a red mess that was as fitting on her face as the hateful glare she wore.

Not too far away, Mark was utterly frozen in place. He was trying to comprehend what had happened and what was happening: he engaged in his first battle, killed someone for the first time, and Lyn grew violent in the presence of bandits, a far cry from the earnest, kind girl she had seemed to be.

Eventually, he grew the strength to stand up, and walked slowly towards Lyn, who was still ravaging Batta's corpse. "Lyn, stop!" She turned around and noticed Mark running towards her.

"Oh, good, you're unharmed."

"Wha- that's the first thing you have to say?" Mark said, shocked as he walked up towards Lyn, who was standing over the fallen bandit. When she stood up, Mark saw all the blood splattered across her body and clothes. "Oh my god, Lyn. What the fuck did you do?"

"I was simply making sure he was dead."

"Lyn, I don't think he'll be getting back up." For Mark, the shock didn't go away- it simply now had fear to accompany it, and the young "Oh, what do we do now? Those were Ganelon Bandits, they'll hunt us down when they realize we killed them, we're screwed! They are totally-"

"Calm down Mark, calm down," Lyn said, putting both her hands on his shoulders. "It's going to be fine, but we're going to need to keep moving."

"What? Keep moving?" Mark wasn't thinking straight; he still hadn't fully comprehended what had transpired.

"There could be more of them. If we stay, we may run into more bandits. For now, we need to keep moving until we get into that town you spotted out. Then, we should be able to find a place to stay in for the night."

Mark basically didn't hear Lyn- she was drowned out by everything else rattling in his head. One part of his mind kept replaying the scene of the bandit dying after his lightning bolt struck him.

The other part, meanwhile, was having a debate on whether he should stay with Lyn.

Mark, you need to stay with Lyn because it's obvious she has a problem. So, as a friend of hers, you should be there to help her. And aside from the bandit situation, she seems pretty nice so far. You could potentially be in much worse company, all things considered. Also, you'll stand more of a chance in a fight with her around- and you figure to be involved in many of those in the near future.

No, no way. Did you see her out there, Mark? Stay with her, and you'll guarantee yourself a spot on the Ganelon Bandits' hit list. She may appear to be all nice and pretty, but underneath all that there's someone who's been broken beyond repair. And, let's not forget, she turned you into a goddamn killer!

"Come on Mark, let's go," Lyn said before continuing on towards the small town, using water to wipe the blood off her face and clothes in the process.

I guess I'll stay with you then, at least for when we're in the town, Mark thought to himself, finally having calmed down somewhat.

With my sword and your tactics, we'll rid the continent of every last bandit, and my tribe will be able to rest in peace, Lyn said to herself as she marched on.

Author's Note: Lyn's story- with a twist. This and An Unfortunate Affair will take update priority over The Castle, and I'm working on a fifth chapter for An Unfortunate Affair right now. Stay tuned, because we are taking it to the limit with these stories!