A/n: This is my first fic and it's loosely based on Fire Emblem the sacred stones. It's placed a little after the game and mentions names. The places are changed though (I made my own map). There are some things you need to know before reading (they help you to understand).
1) Soldiers are not real they are based on the phantoms in the sacred stones game. The only difference is they are a lot harder to kill.
2) Alex is not related to any character in the Fire Emblem games.
3) Alex is not a princess although she is often called that. He father is a baron holding the thrown until the heir is found. She's called princess because after twenty years of some one else holding the thrown they get the thrown and it's been sixteen years so she's a princess in four years.
4) Jake tells people that his name is Jacob but likes to be called Jake when I am talking about him I will call him Jake when others are talking about him its Jacob.
Some of this stuff is explained in the story.
That's all for now but please read and review. Also I'm a terrible speller but bare with me.
Ps. I also have a map of the area and drawings of weapons and characters.
If you want them e-mail me.(my adress is on my profile)
Disclaimer - I don't own ANY of the Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones characters.
Any names and events are fictional. If this story offends anyone don't hesitate
to email me at the above address and I will try to change it. Thanks bye.
Chapter 1 Jake
He ran through the streets weaving between people. The guards chased him slamming people to the sides not caring. In truth he hadn't meant to take anything but the guards saw him they panicked, and started chasing him. He then panicked and ran. He had not wanted to spend another night in jail. He had been trying out a new bow and quiver of arrows when he stared running so now he had actual stolen something, something expensive.
He was about seventeen and very attractive. He would have got a lot of girls if it weren't for his profession. It also would have helped to take a shower. His blond hair was so filled with dirt it looked brownish-grey. His face was the same, covered in dirt. His eyes on the other hand stuck out like a sore thumb, they where bright blue and very deep. They where the kind of eyes that you could stair at for hours.
He had of course a name although he was normally referred to as that annoying thing or thief boy. His name was Jacob or Jake Flyer. He never knew his father or mother. He was raised by Notch the grandson of Colm and Neimi. Notch had left to join the armed rebel forces and never returned. Jake had trouble for a while but the truth is he was a natural thief.
Jake didn't like steeling. He only did it when he found it absolutely necessary; in fact he hadn't stolen any clothing in a while. His pants where ripped in the knees and his boots where thinning. He watched what he ate and hunted in the forest a lot.
He ran to the forest now because he knew it well but no matter how hard he ran the soldiers did not give up.
"Stop thief" one solider shouted another drew his sword.
Jake turned and planted his feet if it's a stand of they want I'll give it to them and he drew his sword.
To be continued…