Hello everyone! This is my first attempt on a Fire Emblem fanfict (if you look at my profile, all my other stories are on Harvest Moon), so please be kind to me? ^^

Since Fire Emblem has an obviously more solid plotline than Harvest Moon, I guess the plan is to follow the main storyline while expanding on the characters through the off-game interactions... this is my first time trying a so-called novelization of a plot-driven game such as this, I hope I'll do alright. ^^"

I hope you will enjoy this story. Cheers! ^^

It was a fine day at a grassy plain. The breeze caressed her face and the tall grass teased her legs. She spotted a tall tree some distance away. Perhaps I can read there, she thought to herself.

Her plan was interrupted, however, when the sky—as unbelievable as it might sound—was split open right before her eyes. Darkness seeping out from that hole.

"By the Gods!" she exclaimed, "What is that?!"

A figure covered in a cloak jumped down from the gap and landed just in front of her. Roxanne gripped the sword that was sheathed on her side, while her other hand clutched her book tightly against her chest. "Who are you?!" she asked.

"I am you," the mysterious figure replied, "We are one and the same… perhaps a little bit different, for you are still… unripe."

Roxanne furrowed her brow. "What are you talking about?!"

Suddenly, she felt as if her legs were pinned to the ground. Her head was pounding, as if she'd just run into an armoured pegasus. She felt a cold touch on her cheek and managed to lift up her head slightly.

It was then she held her breath.

That figure looked slightly older than her, but other than that, they were almost identical. The pink hair arranged into two high ponytails draping on her shoulders, the dark grey eyes, the oval-shaped face—Gods forbid, she even bore the same faint scar on her left lower jaw!

Then, everything went dark.

He stood before her, his legs shaking and a bolt of lightning pierced through his abdomen. She looked at her hand; the residue of the lightning magic was still there.

She looked back at the dark-haired man before her.

She… did that? She stabbed this man?

"This is not… your fault…" he said in a reassuring tone, despite struggling to breathe. "Pr—promise me… you'll escape from this place."

Her head was invaded by an unbearable pain, and his voice came as a distorted, distant echo like a ghost haunting her.

"Please… go…"

"…Chrom, we have to do something!"

"What do you propose we do?"

"Er… I… I dunno!"

She opened her eyes and found two strangers looking at her. A young woman with pale blond hair arranged in high ponytails placed at each side of her head decorated with a white bandana made of lace. The other person was a young man, with dark blue hair—it would appear as black if it weren't so bright, she presumed.

"I see you're awake now." The young man spoke; his voice was deep and calm.

"Hey there…" the girl followed suit with her birdlike voice.

"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know," he said half-teasingly before offering his hand. "Give me your hand."

She took his hand. The slightly glowing red tattoo on the back of her own palm momentarily caught her eyes, but when he pulled her up, he was all she could see. They were close enough for her to see his eyes. They were dark gray, almost black, but they were so clear and warm. He gave her a small smile. "You all right?"

"Yes… thank you." She said hesitantly, before the word came out from her mouth unbidden. "…Chrom."

The young man was visibly puzzled. "Ah, then you know who I am?"

"Um…" she hesitated. "I'm not… really sure about that."

"What about yours, then? What brings you here?"

Ah, yes, my name, she spoke inwardly; nothing came after that but a slight headache. She clutched her head, "I… I don't know."

"You don't know?" Chrom asked, increasingly puzzled.

"I… I'm not sure… Sorry… but where am I, exactly?"

"Oh! This is amnesia!" The girl suddenly declared.

Another man came into her view. He had a more imposing figure than this Chrom person, with his evidently heavier armour that covered his whole body and a silvery lance in his hand. "You know of milord's name, but not your own?"

"I know it sounds dubious… but I'm not lying!"

Chrom sighed heavily. "We can't leave her here, Frederick," he said. "She'll be alone and confused. What sort of Shepherds would we be then?"

Shepherds? She asked inwardly, since when shepherds wear… armour? Where am I, exactly?

"Just the same, milord, I must emphasize caution," Frederick replied. "T'would not do to let a wolf into our flock."

Chrom seemed to take the warning seriously, his brow furrowed as he put his right hand on his chin and crossed the other arm across his chest. "Right," he finally said. "We'll take her back to town and sort this out there—maybe there are some who will recognize her."

"Whoa, whoa wait a moment!" Roxanne interrupted, "Don't I have a say in this?" she asked while taking a step back from the three-man party. "You can't just take a person away without asking!"

"Calm down—I promise we will listen to what you have to say. Now, come."

Roxanne braced herself. What should I do? She asked herself, finding—obviously—no answer. She felt like she was an empty shell of something else… perhaps her true self. Can I trust them? They are… armoured shepherds—equally suspicious. But I think… an amnesiac person who can remember a name not her own sounds… highly suspicious as well—what should I do?!

"We shall not harm you if you are really not a foe," Chrom assured her, offering his hand again. This time, it took her longer to finally concede and nod. She didn't take his hand, but she figured that perhaps walking to the town with these people would be better than sitting on a huge field having absolutely no idea of what was going on.

"What will you do with me? Am I a… prisoner?"

Much to her surprise, Chrom chuckled light-heartedly. "You are a free woman once you're proved not to be an enemy of Ylisse—don't worry!"

"Ylisse?" she repeated, "Is that where we are?"

"You've never heard of the halidom?" Frederick, ever the wary, questioned. "Ha! Such a fine actress! What a convincing performance with the furrowed brow and the pursed lips!"

"Frederick." Chrom chided gently before turning towards her. "This land is known to be the Halidom of Ylisse, and our ruler, Emmeryn, is also known as the Exalt. My name's Chrom—but you know that already."

He gestured at the younger girl, "This is my delicate little sister, Lissa."

"Hey! I am NOT delicate, thank you so much!" Lissa complained, "Please ignore my dense brother! But you're lucky that the Shepherds found you instead of some random brigands!"

Finally, she found a chance to ask the burning question in her mind. "You're… armoured shepherds? Like… tending sheep in armour?"

Chrom chuckled again—she began to think that this young man perhaps found her to be most entertaining. "It's a dangerous job, you see, you can ask Frederick the Wary over here." He said, finally gesturing towards the imposing man.

"A title I shall wear in pride."

Either this man has no sense of humour, she thought, or… he is simply… dense.

"God forbids one of us keeps an appropriate level of caution." He continued, prompting her to take a closer look at the siblings. They indeed seemed to be… carefree at a glance. Her point was supported by how easily they let her in—Frederick did have a point. "Forgive my caution, stranger, for it is what my station asks for me."

"I understand, good sir." She replied with a smile. "I would do no less."

Roxanne.

"Ah." She gasped, "My name's… Roxanne."

"Roxanne?" Lissa chirped.

"Yeah. I just remembered that… one mystery solved, then, I guess?"

Much to her puzzlement, Chrom was again smiling when her eyes fell onto his visage, as if a smile was really a permanent feature of his fine being.

"That is a beautiful name," he told her, "Roxanne…"

Thanks for reading!

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A/N: I know this chapter is not very much of development, but I guess the game starts off in quite a good note, although I decided to add the intial interaction part instead of starting from the lucid dream straight away.