This is a re-telling of fire emblem 7 with slight changes and other things I'll add in.
I do not own fire emblem or any reference I may make, they belong to their respective owners.
The continent of Elibe, in the frozen nation of Ilia, a young seventeen year boy stood outside his home town. He had short, messy brown hair, blue eyes, with circular spectacles. He wore a yellow tunic, with brown pants and boots. Over all that, he had a large heavy green cloak, his bags hidden under.
Behind him was an older man, dressed similarly, with a black beard.
"Well teacher, thanks for everything" the teenage boy said.
"Remember, return here after you've gained some experience and then you shall receive your final lessons. Have a safe journey and try to get over your addiction" with that, the man left.
"Finally, my journey starts here" the boy thought excitedly.
He took a step forward and slipped on ice, falling face first into the snow.
Six months later
The teenage boy had traveled far, meeting new people, earning profit with his profession, but now he was in trouble.
"So hungry, why did I use all my gold on alcohol?"
He wondered on an empty plain until he eventually collapsed.
The boy began to stir in his sleep.
"Are you awake?" a voice asked.
He awoke and was stunned at who was in front of him. "So cute"
It was a beautiful girl with long green hair in a pony tail and green eyes. She wore a cyan tunic like dress, which exposed her legs, and under that was a dark green shirt. She also wore fingerless gloves and brown knee high boots. Tied around her abdomen was a gold colored fabric belt.
"I found you unconscious on the plains" she explained.
"Um… t-thank you for t-taking care of me" he was nervous.
"I am Lyn, of the Lorca tribe. You're safe now. Who are you? Can you remember your name?"
"Yeah, I can remember my name, its Mark"
"Your name is Mark? 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?"
"She could've left out the odd-sounding part"
Before he could reply, a noise was heard from outside. Lyn turned in the direction of the noise.
"Hm? What was that noise? I'll go see what's happening. Mark, wait here for me" she ran outside, but suddenly ran back in. "Oh no! Bandits! They must have come down from the Bern mountains! They must be planning on raiding the local villages. I... I have to stop them! If that's all of them, I think I can handle them on my own. You'll be safe in here, Mark" she picked up a sword that was in the corner of the home. Mark stood.
"Oh no, I'm not letting you go out there by your self"
"What? You want to help? Well, can you use a weapon?"
There was a slight pause, before Mark scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "Um, well, no. Instead I come up with tactics" he explained.
"Ah, I see... So you're a strategist by trade? An odd profession, but... Very well. We'll go together!" she replied excitedly. She ran outside the house, with Mark following behind her.
"Why does she think everything is odd about me?" he questioned.
"Over here! If you want to help, Mark, I could use your advice. I'll protect you, so stay close to me"
"Let me see what we are up against" Mark stood in front of Lyn and stared forward. She watched him, to her, it looked like he was just staring forward, but that wasn't the truth. "Alright, so we only have two bandits. Looks like they only have axe's, so depending how fast you are, we shouldn't have to worry much"
"Are you sure, I can only see one, but it sounding like there were quite a few"
"Trust me" Mark smiled at her. "Let's go"
They ran forward, meeting up with the first bandit. He noticed them and yelled, charging with his axe in the air. Lyn struck first, slashing the bandit, but it wasn't enough and he swung his axe cutting through Lyn's tunic. She screamed in pain, but she stood, thrusting her sword into the bandit's body. He dropped to the ground, dead.
"Damn" Mark said, worried about Lyn's injury. It wasn't too deep, but there was a bit blood.
"Mark, there are vulneraries in my satchel. Please get one for me"
Mark grabbed the satchel that Lyn hung on her waist. Mark rummaged through it, pulling out a small brown flask, inside was a weird rubbing solution. Mark applied it to Lyn's wound, which somehow healed right on the spot, there was a scar left, but it would soon fade away. She sighed and stood up.
"Much better, thank you" she smiled at Mark. He looked at vulnerary.
"I never understood how these worked, I've seen people drink it and rub it, but I was never told what this stuff is made of or how it works" he continued to think it over. "Oh well, let's just finish the job" he handed it back to Lyn, who just nodded.
"Now, let's go get that brigand over by the ger!" Lyn said.
"What's a ger?"
"You don't know what a ger is? It's a type of round hut. Many nomads live in huts like these"
They made their way to the ger, the bandit looking quite angry at the two.
"Who do you think you are? You think you can stand up to Batta the Beast?" he yelled.
Batta charged, swinging his axe, but Lyn ducked under it. She then slashed at his abdomen, but he blocked it with his arm. Lyn was shocked by this.
"Lyn Move!" Mark yelled.
Batta swung again, luckily Lyn was able to move, but was still cut along her leg.
"Get his leg and then finish him" Mark commanded. Batta stood in front of her, axe raised up high. Lyn stabbed his leg, causing the bandit to fall in pain. Taking the chance, Lyn swung her sword, cutting Batta's neck, killing him instantly. It was over.
Mark ran over to Lyn. "Lyn are you ok?" he asked. "She's got a wound on her leg you idiot" he thought, realizing he just asked a stupid question.
"Yes, I'll be fine. Whew... That was close. I sorely underestimated him. Sorry if I worried you" She stood, but immediately dropped. Mark sighed and moved in front of her, lowering himself, his back facing her.
"Climb on" she nodded and climb onto his back. "Alright let's go use the vulnerary and sleep"
She closed her eyes, resting. "I'll need to be stronger if I'm going to survive... Strong enough that no one can defeat me" she whispered as Mark made his way back to her home.
Mark awoke to the sound of someone talking loudly.
"Good morning, Mark! Are you awake yet? That fight yesterday must have taken a lot out of you"
"Um… yeah, fights tend to take a lot out of me"
While eating breakfast he took notice of her leg, the wound from yesterday completely gone. "Man those things always amaze me"
"Say, Mark... 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?" she asked rather quickly.
He swallowed his food and replied. "I don't really mind if you travel with me, but you should ask your parents first"
Her face saddened. "Y-You... want me to get permission from my parents?"
"What's wrong?"
"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..." she began to cry.
"D-D-Don't cry, I'm s-sorry for asking! You can travel with me" Mark said. He wasn't very good at comforting people. He wasn't that great with people to begin with.
"No. No more. I will shed no more tears..." she stopped her tears. "Thank you. I'm better now. Mark, 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"
"Yeah, that's true"
"And 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!"
"Well we better prepare for this"
"Yes we should. Our first stop should be the city of Bulgar; we can purchase many things there"
The two gathered what Lyn needed and began their journey. While walking Lyn became curious about something.
"So Mark" she caught his attention. "Why were you passed out on the middle of the plains?" she asked.
"Hehe" he laughed, slightly embarrassed about the reason. "Well I had spent all my gold on alcohol and afterwards I couldn't find any work. I wondered for days without eating anything and next thing I know, I'm with you"
"All your gold? Do you by chance have an addiction?" she looked at him, disappointedly.
"Slightly"
She sighed. "Sadly I do not have that much gold, therefore we need to be conservative" she explained. "Shouldn't that have been something you learned at home or in school?"
"Well… I never paid attention on social standards and survival skill, since I was never really good with anything physical" he laughed. "But I enjoy reading and planning, I was pretty good at coming up with strategies in class and then I realized that I was a perfect tactician. Although I'm only an apprentice at the moment"
"I see" she mused. "That doesn't really answer my question, but at least I know your story. Not everyone is perfect, but you must watch your alcohol intake" she warned.
"Of course I will"
"Why is it that I don't believe you?"
"I don't know"
I've started something new and hopefully this will help me work more and upload more chapters for my other story as well.
Anyways, I love Fire Emblem 7 and as you can see, this is a novel version of it. There will be some differences and things I'll add, but overall, I won't change the story.
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