A/N: Okay, so I know this type of story is a little overused but hey why not, I know I am still working on another story, but this story is flowing out of me now so I will start it today. Constructive criticism is always helpful and appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or the names made up by Tolkien. I simply use the names since I find them cool.

Beginning of a New Chapter: A Tale of Anarion Elendil

Prologue: A Girl on the Plains

Who am I? Well I certainly would like to know that. I appear not to have much of my memory left to me. I do not remember much of my past I do distinctly remember walking the crowded streets of New Orleans and running into a fortune teller. She told me many things in an old but powerful tone. Among those things she told me were, "You are a mover and a shaker of fate young man. In the past, present and future; although I know not how that can be it is your destiny."

"Destiny? I don't believe in destiny or fate for that matter ma'am."
"You call me ma'am when you obviously are a Yankee, where are you from?"

"Cleveland, Ohio"

"Nay, you believe you are from there but in fact you are from much further away than that."

"What do you mean? I was born in the Cleveland Area!"

"You may have been but you were truly born in Europe or Asia long ago. The bones never lie and that is what they say about you."

"How can you be so certain? I am only twenty years old."

"Mister Anson I understand you truly believe what you are saying but the truth is far different than you believe."
"I never said my name! How did you know it ma'am?"

"I know because the spirits told me the name you go by now. You have used it before, but not for a long time. You in fact are a man of many names throughout time, though it seems you have forgotten much."

"I'm leaving, there is nothing to your fortune telling but cheap tricks."
"Heh, very well, then let me give you some good advice, go to the bar at the end of this street and talk to an old, balding man wearing glasses. Tell him Madame Olga sent you as way of an apology. He will get you a good drink."

"Thank you Madame Olga, I'm sorry for disturbing you." And with that I left for the bar at the end of the street. It was called the Blazing Rapier.

As the young man walked away Madame Olga smiled. She knew that the man had a destiny and she would see that he fulfilled it despite his beliefs. She knew many were skeptical of her type's abilities and many did it for the novelty of it, as the young man did. This Anson was nothing of who he thought he was. He was in fact not truly human despite seeming to be so. The bones had told her many things of him. Of his ancient past, of which he seemed to know nothing about to some of his potential deeds in the future. Her friend at the bar would push Anson towards his destiny one way or another. It seemed that one of the four Lord Wizards had been missing for some time. But the missing one was certainly not dead either. Perhaps Anson was that one. It was said that Anarion Elendil had disappeared nearly 25 years ago. To a Randiran 25 years was only a quarter of a year and Anarion was young for a Randiran or a Lord Wizard, only 1800 years old. After all, the life expectancy of a Randiran was about 7000 to 9000 years old.

They were an awfully independent lot from religion as a whole, and very few actually meddled in human affairs anymore. This was due to their wish to redress the balance. Thus they would sometimes fight for good and sometimes not depending on the place and time. But she knew many would only fight for one side, and if there was not real balance, they would tend to stand aside if their side was too powerful. Anarion however was a man who was committed to fighting against the Dark Lords, more than most other Lord Wizards even. She would soon see which universe that boy was sent to help. It would depend on his strengths and weaknesses of course.

As I walking into the Blazing Rapier I was slightly surprised that it appeared to be so empty, despite it being the middle of the day. I quickly spotted the man that Madame Olga told me about and walked up to him.

"You seem a little young to be coming in here for a drink at this time of the day or any time for that matter boy." The old man drawled.

"I was sent here by Madame Olga. She told me to come to you about a drink on her as way of an apology. Nothing very bitter would be best."

The man suddenly nodded and went behind the bar to mix the drink up for me. It appeared to be something like a White Russian. I was a little bit of vodka and Kalua, with some milk and then I couldn't tell what else. Finally he handed it to me with a "on the house". I smelled it, it had an unfamiliar smell, and it smelled like grass, with a hint kalua. It also wasn't the chocolate color; rather it was an earthy color, some green mixed with brown. I assumed the green to be some sort of addition for texture.

I took a sip. It was surprisingly very tasty, barely any vodka taste to it at all. I grinned at the man and gave him a complement on the drink, the man smiled and responded with, "Drink up, that is the best compliment to a bartender."

And so I did. After finishing the drink I suddenly felt dizzy and quickly passed out. The last thing I thought before passing out was that I never should have listened to the fortune teller, she had gotten me drugged and I probably would end either dead or stripped of all my belongings.

I awoke much to my surprise. Yet when I woke the smells were nothing like that of the city of New Orleans. I must have been moved after passing out by those who worked for or with that damn bartender. But the smells were nothing like what I learned of smells in Louisiana or most of the other parts of the county I had been to for that matter. My thoughts were interrupted when a feminine voice interrupted.

"Are you awake? I found you unconscious on the plains. I am Lyn, of the Lorca tribe. You're safe now. Who are you? Can you remember your name?"

"My name? It is Anson. It is nice to meet you Lyn." I saw no reason to be discourteous to a woman who was strikingly attractive. Although, her hair was rather strangely colored. Who has green hair? I never have seen hair with that color being natural. But who am I to judge since I still had never had a proper girlfriend before, I was not at all picky about women so long as they seemed to have a good personality. Once again my ponderings were interrupted.

"Your name is Anson? What an odd-sounding name... But pay me no mind. It is a good name. I see by your attire that you are a traveler. What brings you to the Sacae Plains? Would you share your story with me?"

Before I could answer any of her questions about me she suddenly heard something and spoke, "Hm? What was that noise? I'll go see what's happening. Anson, wait here for me." With that she rushed off. I noticed that she had a sword strapped to her hip. That was odd, I was one of the minority in my time that really liked swords and people did not go just carrying them around. Let alone a katana like she was wearing. I quickly got out of bed to try and help her as well as to try to figure out where the hell I was. Wait, attire of a traveler? I looked down and saw that instead of my jeans and t-shirt I wore a green tunic with brown pants. Brown boots had replaced my shoes and I wore a cloak.

It was then that I remembered what she had said, Sacae plains? There was no such place on earth. I did not study a lot of geography, but I knew most of the major places in the world and their names. The Sacae plains were never given as a name. Could I be in a different world? Such thought excited me; I had always liked fiction books and imagined being in the world of such. Maybe this would happen to me. I figured I might as well go with the flow. I might never have a chance at this sort of thing again. Even if all this was a dream, I was not going to squander it.

"What you want to help?" At my nod she asked "Can you use a weapon?"

I looked at her katana and then said not so much with a katana, I have no weapons on me but I am a tactician in training."

"Ah, I see... So you're a strategist by trade? An odd profession, but... Very well. We'll go together!"

And with that the two of us left the hut to take care of the bandits.

"Over here! If you want to help, Anson, I could use your advice. I'll protect you, so stay close to me" I nodded despite the indignity of being protected by a woman instead of protecting her. Chivalry is not dead even in the north of the US.

As we stalked up to where the bandits were, there were only two of them. Suddenly one of the two spotted us and charged. Quickly Lyn drew her sword and cut the man down to size. Yet as she did so she was hit by the axe. Even with the injury she smiled and called out, "Victory! But I've been injured. I have need of a vulnerary." As she said this she indicated her pouch on her side. I quickly got out what she was indicating and looked at Lyn. She motioned expectantly for me to pour the contents onto her wound. So I did so. To my amazement the wound healed right away. I was used to bandages. These vulneraries were potent and had some magical property to them I would have scoffed at such an idea before, but with the truth staring me in the face I had to accept that wherever I was magic was defiantly possible. This place was getting cooler and cooler.

After it was finished Lyn got up and said, "There's another bandit over by the ger to the west. You don't know what a ger is? It's a type of round hut. Many nomads live in huts like these."

I saw what she was talking about and nodded with that we quickly headed over towards the final bandit. As Lyn was about to engage him the bandit called out, "Who do you think you are? You think you can stand up to Batta the Beast?"

Before either he or I could get a word in edgewise Lyn was on the attack and had struck Batta twice. However she left herself open to an attack from Batta and he quickly smashed his axe into Lyn hurting her badly but not killing her. She turned to me and desperately told me, "Whew! He's tough... It all comes down to this next blow. Anson, if I fall, I want you to flee. You must escape!"

I knew that was the sensible thing to do, but I would not abandon the one who found me and nursed me back to health, I owed her a debt, and I would see it repaid.

Luckily Lyn was able to finish Batta off before he could even come close to making a strike on her. Lyn had moved almost as fast as the wind I just saw a blur of speed from her and Batta fell dead to the ground. Needless to say I was impressed by the show of speed and skill.

"Whew... That was close. I sorely underestimated him. Sorry if I worried you. I'll need to be stronger if I'm going to survive... Strong enough that no one can defeat me."

That was something I never expected to hear from the mouth of a woman but I could understand why Lyn wanted this. It was so that she could stop any bandit from hurting others. She defiantly had a noble and caring soul.

"Good work, Anson! Let's go home." And with that we returned to the tent that I had woken up in. Both of us were very tired. I was from still feeling the effects from the drugs; and Lyn from fighting and her injuries. I tended to the injuries Lyn got with a vulnerary. We were soon fast asleep in our respective places.

It seemed soon since I fell asleep I was pleasantly awakened by a cheerful, "Good morning, Anson! Are you awake yet? That fight yesterday must have taken a lot out of you. Say, Anson... I want to talk to you about something. You have some experience in the ways of war, I can see. Would you allow me to travel with you?"

"That's a lot of questions at once Lyn. I wouldn't mind having you join me in my travels, but you are young, what about your parents? Wouldn't they be worried about you if you just up and left them?"

"What? You... want me to get permission from my parents?"
By the look on her face I could tell I had hit a touchy subject with her. And added a hasty, "I'm sorry if I said anything that hurt you Lyn."

"My mother and my father... died six months ago. My people—the Lorca—they don't... I'm the last of my tribe. Bandits attacked, and... they killed so many people. The tribe was shattered. My father was our chieftain, and I tried to protect our people. But I'm so young, and our people were old-fashioned. They wouldn't follow a woman. No one would follow me. Sniff... I'm sorry. I've been alone for so long... No. No more. I will shed no more tears. ..."

She covered her face for a couple minutes while I feeling a bit awkward just put my hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you. I'm better now. Anson, I want. I must become stronger, so that I may avenge my father's death! Yesterday's battle taught me something. I won't become stronger by sitting here alone. Anson, tell me you'll train me, that you'll let me travel with you!"

"Of course you can come. I will help you and you will help me. I would like to learn how to use a sword from you while we travel as well. I do like to learn new things. I will teach you what I can in exchange."

"You will? That's just wonderful! Thank you! Oh, thank you! We'll be better off working together, I know it. You'll be my master strategist, and I'll be your peerless warrior! We can do it! Right?"

"Of course we can. We will travel the plains and the rest of the world if you wish to." And so the two of us prepared to travel, but first we would need some supplies for the travel of two people.