A/N: This is my first story,and I apologize for any mistakes made.


"...Enya? Enya,wake up!"

Two hands grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her hard.

The girl was blinded by the bright sun,and her eyes rested on the person in front of her.

"C...chrys?" Enya yawned and surveyed the lush green field. Chrys's arms wrapped around her sister protectively. "Where are we, little sis?"

"I... I don't know." Enya stammered and searched her older sister's expression for any sign of pain. Chrys's eyes were wide with confusion and fear, but her features were unscarred. Both were dressed in over sized coats and had a bronze sword at their waists. Enya gazed down at the mark on her right hand- a purple symbol, six eyes glaring out at the world. What is this? She pondered. Her thoughts were interrupted by Chrys gripping her arm tightly. "Be quiet, Enya! There's someone coming!"She whispered two held their breath and shut their eyes, hoping that their presence would be ignored.

...

"Hey, Chrom! There's someone,no, some people over there!" A content, feminine voice chirped. Enya's heart began racing. A man's deep voice replied,"Perhaps it is best to leave these strangers in peace, milady." The sisters dared not to open their eyes, but the pair of footsteps had told them they were spotted.

"You all right?" Enya nodded solemnly and stood, helping up her sister as well. Chrys's pale cheeks were flushed red, and Enya surpressed her giggles. Her older sister, from what little she could remember,was always timid. Her dark eyes met his blue, and she smiled warmly. Chrys was trying to gather enough courage to speak to the young man,but Enya spoke up first.

"Oh, the both of us are fine. Thank you, Chrom." The blonde grinned at Chrom, whom's expression became curious. "So you already know who I am, miss...?" He waited for her answer. "I'm Enya. This-" The girl gestured to her sister," Is my older sister. As for your name, I think the woman accompanying you mentioned your name, no?" Enya said sweetly. Chrom laughed, "Yes, I guess she did speak my name, didn't she? Are you two far from home? Perhaps we can help you get back." Enya's eyes widened, and her palms grew sweaty. "I...I don't know." The sisters exchanged glances nervous glances, and Chrys murmured, "It's just... one big blank."


A/N: It may not be the best, but I hope you enjoyed. Sorry that it's a little short... Reviews are extremely appreciated!

Chrysanthe: Greek for "golden flower"

Eyna: Irish for "little fire"