Hello again! I'm back with a new story that I hope everyone will enjoy! It's basically about all the Sacaen Fire Emblem characters and an interesting way that they all could have met. I know it doesn't really follow the game and that some of the characters have different personalities than in the game but it's still really good, or so I'm told.

Well, here's a new idea. I have decided to "dedicate" this story to some notable writers here at Fan Fiction.net so here they are:

DarkLink313- For reviewing practically all my stories and giving me some good feedback.

Bass GSX- For reviewing my less- known story titled Knight in Shining Armor.

bbqbert- You're probably not reading this, but I wanted to say thanks for inspiring me to join Fan Fiction.net with your awesome stories.

Tis a Pirates Life for I- Thank you so much for giving me my very first review!

Unfortunately I can't name everyone I would like to thank because it would take up way to much room, but just remember that this story is for you two!

Demon of the Plains

If the sun had shone any brighter that crisp, fall morning, than all of Elibe would have gone blind. On the outskirts of an unknown town, a small military campsite had been set up. In the largest tent that was pitched at the edge of the settlement, three lords were talking of war and travel plans. Lord Hector, a tall man who stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the "weaklings", paced back and forth across the length of the tent. He was fully dresses, garbed in a dark blue tunic with its edges tucked loosely into the waist of his black, cotton pants, accompanied by a pair of heavy brown boots that were shined courtesy of Matthew. To his right was the young Sacaen girl, Lady Lyndis, dressed in her simple traveling clothes. She wore a crisp, cotton robe with a simple embroidery around the edges and a pair of tall riding boots. Around her waist was a blue sash holding together her robe and a belt to attach her swords sheath. Lyn's hair was tied back into a high ponytail that swished gracefully in the breeze.

"Lyn," began Hector, "The rode ahead is a dangerous one. Are you sure that venturing off on your own journey is the proper thing to do in these troubled times?"

"Hector, please. I shan't be going alone. Rath and Guy will be accompanying me. How could I pay a visit to dear Sacaen without bringing them along?"

"Its just that, there's so much danger afoot. Bandits, pirates, the Black Fang, can the three of you really take a stand in the event that you should cross paths with them?"

"Tis a harsh route to Sacae from here, Lyn." Added Eliwood who had since remained silent. He was still in his sleeping clothes which consisted of a loose white tunic and matching pants. Fiery, red hair was disheveled about his head and sleep still called for him.

"I realize that, but I miss the wide open fields and the fresh air so much! I promise to return within few days!"

Eliwood dug his bare feet into the soft, fur carpeting. He dreaded that Lyn would come to this decision, for just a few weeks ago he had lost his father and did not want to see any others get hurt. The red- headed ran his hands through his hair and looked up at Lyn with his blue eyes. "We'll be at the borders of Nabata by the sunset of the third day. Perhaps we can meet up on our return journey."

"Aye," added Hector, "After all, Sacae is in the opposite direction of Nabata. You'd be running from one end of Elibe to another if you try and meet us there in three days."

Lyn looked thoughtfully for a moment and came up with a solution. "Perhaps it would be best for us to meet in Ostia? Hector could visit his brother and the troops could restock their supplies."

"That sounds reasonable, right Eliwood?"

"I suppose," he sighed. "But please Lyn, please, just be careful."

So within the next hour three horses were saddled, their packs stuffed with food, clothing and what not.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Rath as he tossed a riding cloak around Lyn's shoulders and took the liberty of fastening its buckle for her.

"We can do it Rath! Don't you want to see our people?"

"Yes Rath, do you not miss the sound of the tall grass rustling or the feel of the sun on your face?" added Guy. He glared at Rath with his soft, blue eyes. They looked remarkably like the pebbles found native to the streams of Sacae. All of a sudden Rath felt very foolish, for he did miss all these pleasures.

"Of course. What was I thinking?"

"Lyndis!" called Hector.

"Will you two please excuse me? I hear Hector bellowing for me again."

They nodded yes. Lyn gracefully approached her comrade and greeted his by saying, "Yes, milord?"

"Hah. Cut it out with the titles Lyn. They've become so annoying I don't even permit my subjects use them any more."

"That doesn't sound like something you would say at all!" she laughed. "Wasn't it you that wanted nothing but respect a few weeks ago?"

"Clearly I've changed my mind then, haven't I?" chuckled the lord as his blue hair shown radiantly. "Listen, Lyndis. I was just checking to see that every thing is in order for your journey."

"Oh yes. Every thing is fine. The horses are excited and all the supplies are packed neatly away. I suppose I'm just waiting to say my goodbyes to you and Eliwood."

"Did someone call my name?" From behind Hector's large body came Eliwood's charming voice, which flowed as smoothly as music its self. Today he wore a red- silk doublet that fell just past his knees. The edges were trimmed with gold and small glistening stones. Atop his head rested a simple crown. Eliwood's pants were white, not unlike Hector's pair in black and the edges were tucked into the tops of his shin- height riding boots.

"My, don't you look handsome this morn."

"Thank you dear Lady. I must return your compliment and say that you honestly look marvelous. The sun brings out the sparkle in those kind eyes of yours."

Hector rolled his own eyes.

"Thank you kindly," whispered Lyn as she went into an embarrassed blush.

Meanwhile, Rath had been watching the scene from afar. He cringed when he heard these sweet- nothings roll off Eliwood's tongue, for he wished it had been him who had said them instead.

"Dear, sweet Lyn," mussed Rath. "At this rate you'll never be mine, for I fear that confessing my feelings for you will ruin all that we have now." Through the trees, Rath could see Eliwood lean down and kiss Lyn's dainty hand, probably soothing her with more flowery lines.

"C'mon, Guy. Let's go." Grunted the nomad to his sword-fighting companion.

"Shouldn't we bid farewell to the lords?"

"Like they care. Haven't you noticed that they treat us like the very dirt they walk upon?"

"Rath, that's not true and you know it! They are very kind to us! What's wrong with you?"

The green- haired nomad adjusted his short ponytail while eyeing Lyn and Eliwood.

"It's because Lady Lyndis is all of a sudden taken with practically any man who flatters her, isn't it? You're just upset because—"

"Guy, hush. Whether that's the dilemma or not I shan't be telling a whelp like you!" With that Rath angrily stomped off to his horse.

"Sorry…"

Rath mounted his horse in silence. He had calmed down and was happy to see that his fellow travelers were starting to approach. In the morning light, he could see Lyndis flash two rows of straight, white teeth in his direction. He smiled his best smile back at her, only to be embarrassed. Directly behind him was Kent, waving and smiling at Lyn.

"I'm such and idiot sometimes," thought Rath in a tone of self-pity. He ran his fingers through his hair after removing his bandana only to find that a large tuft of hair was tangled into the hoop earring that pierced his left ear.

"Good Lord," mumbled Rath. "The way things are going I wish I could just jump back into bed and start this day over." He skillfully weaved the strands of hair out of small metal accessory and ranted on about how horrible things were going. Rath generally was not one to complain. For the most part he kept quiet, followed orders and found ways to entertain himself. But Lyn, he loved her so much, especially since they had bonded so much over the past few months. Rath let out a depressing sigh.

"Rath? Are you feeling all right? You look paler than usual."

He jerked his head up from his cupped hands at the sound of Lyn's sweet voice. "I'm all right, Lyn. Just fine…" he stated while rubbing his eyes.

"Good. I feel happier knowing that my comrade is in good health. Truthfully, your behaviors been a bit off lately and its had me worried."

Rath's heart pounded a bit harder at hearing this. Lyn had been worried about him?

"Oh, wait a minute. Your hair, it seems to be tangled up in that earring of yours again." Lyn stood on her tiptoes to reach the mounted Rath. He blushed as she brought a soft hand to his face and used the other to remove the green locks from the hoop. Rath sighed dreamily and felt a bit faint at that moment. His angel's hand felt so soft and warm against his cold cheek and she smelt of sweet spices.

"There, now. All fixed."

"T-thank you…Lyndis…"

The sun had fully risen into the sky as Lyn, Rath and Guy galloped on horseback across the fields of Lycia. Lyn's horse was a beautiful chocolate color with a black mane and long tail. Rath was mounted on a simple brown horse that was nothing out of the ordinary. Falling behind was Guy on an old workhorse that was grey and speckled, its mane white and wild.

"Hey!" called Guy, "Wait up!"

Both Lyn and Rath pulled back on the reins of their horses and glanced back at their young friend.

"Whoa…"cooed Guy as his horse came to a stop. "Lyndis, how far is it to Bulgar from here?"

"Oh, I don't know. About a day's ride. We should be there by tomorrow after noon if all goes well."

"I see. I know I can make the journey but this horse of mine, I don't think she has much left in her."

"What makes you say that?" asked Rath.

"Hah. Why else have I been falling behind on this trip? My poor stead is old and tired. I don't think Lord Hector likes me very much…"

"Oh?" questioned a curious Lyn.

"If he did like me, for one thing, he would not have given me such an incapacitated horse!" They all let a brief chuckle escape their mouths.

The sun went to sleep early that night, leaving our travelers in a thick blanket of dark. The three, who had entered Sacaen territory just hours ago, found a tall, lone tree standing proudly in the middle of a wheat field.

"There. That tree looks good." Commented a groggy Rath who was looking for a place to sleep.

"Aye."

As they grew closer, Lyn dismounted and took a soft, wool blanket from her pack. She shook out its nice folds and wrapped the grey cloth around her.

"Bundle up, gentleman. It can get cold and moist at night." Advised Lyn.

After they had all settled down to sleep at the bottom of the tree and good nights had been said, an odd feeling came over Guy. It was a feeling of anxiety.

"Something is about to happen…" he murmured while drifting off to sleep.

Beyond the hilltops and across the plains, a young Sacaen man in his early twenties and his younger sister were traveling. The man was carrying his sibling on his back as they journeyed into the dark and lonely fields of Sacae. In the distance, they could hear the chilling call of a wolf, howling dangerously at the pale moon.

"Listen, brother." Whispered the girl who was only younger by a few years Her face was bruised with a cut lip and black eye while the limbs clinging to here torso were weak with pain and fatigue. "Will we… finally…be safe here?" she stuttered.

"Hush, now. There is no need to worry, for I will protect you for as long as necessary." The man's voice was but a mere croak, crackling at every new syllable he spoke.

"Thank…you. This moment, it reminds me…of the time in my youth when… I was lost. You found me and carried me back to the tribe" Her voice grew a bit stronger. "Remember?"

The man did not reply.

Later, in the wee hours of the morn, the man still walked with his sister, now asleep, on his back. He admired her rest, for they had been running away from a great danger for hours now. With each step he took, it became harder and harder to keep his eyes open and his pace continued to slow. When he could take the pain in his legs no longer and the call of sleep became too much, the older brother slumped down to the ground, being careful not to awaken his sister. He patted down the tall grass around them and laid her down gently. For a moment, the man looked down and stared at her, almost in an admiring manner before lying down and sleeping himself.

So…much…typing. Fingers…aching. Okay so that was pretty long but also pretty good, right? Please review and I promise to actually update in a timely manner!