Prologue

Deep in the world of Fire Emblem, its been a month since the attack on Renis that left it to become a wasteland where bandits and thieves thrive. Grado came in quickly through the borders below and swept across the land, killing anyone who would stop them. As the neared the capital, the decided to cut off a possible escape into a nearby village by attacking, killing, raping, and burning the village to the ground; they moved on to take out Renis. Everyone in the village had become a flaming rag doll or a blood bag on the ground. Everyone, except one…..

Syria, a young girl who loved to sing survived the viscous attack on the small village of Chocobo. She had been learning swordsmanship from a man who came from the "Endless desert" to the far east. Upon seeing the dead bodies of her countryman, the bodies of her friends, the bodies of her father and mother, she swore revenge on Grado no matter the cost. This is her story.

Chapter 1: Where You'll Find Me

In the meadows outside of Chocobo, the singing of a girl could be heard. Her voice was heavenly, almost like the sound of angel wings. Everyone in the small village loved her voice and saw it as a blessing given by the gods saying that they were pure in all. Of course the town was a well place to live as no one saw each other with hate or malice. Everyone worked together to get by making it a place of wonderings. As for the singing, it was a gift for the village to enjoy. The heavenly voice, of course, belong to the young girl, Syria.

"la-la la-la by gods blessing and truest of heart, by the whim the angels we keep our love alive.. La-la" Came Syria's voice, as she walking through a clearing into the center of the meadows.

Syria was a girl around 16 to 17 years old. Her small yet muscular frame showed the hard work she had done in the village, along with the training she spent learning how to swordfight and wield a bow. She had brown hair that came to the small of her back, along with deep emerald green eyes. She was wearing her black skin skirt along with her hunting shirt the cover down to the center of her stomach and then cut off. She wore a purple cloak around herself.

"hmm, ahhh…" came her yawn as she stretched herself from her morning walk, "nothing like a quick go through the forest to get a start on the day."

Syria made her way down to the center of the meadows, having went through the woods many times with her grandfather on hunting trips, she wasn't afraid of getting lost. All was peaceful…until…a small dagger went past Syria's face and stuck itself in the tree in front of her. She spun on her heels, drew her sword, ready to fight!

…but the fight was over before it even started. The man had his blade pointed toward her throat, and used a small dagger to push Syria's sword out of the way. Syria state of shock was once she heard the man's voice.

"your to slow on your draw, and that sword is made specifically for quick-draw" came the man's ruffled voice. But before the man could finish his sentence, Syria tackled him to the ground.

"Sanji!" Syria yelled, "It good to see your awake this early."

"Pay attention, Syria" Sanji said as he quickly swept out from under Syria's grasp, "your not taking your training seriously, otherwise you would've thought to use the tree to your advantage."

"ha-ha, I'm sorry Sanji, I'll promise to watch more carefully." Syria said

"good, now lets see what else was I going to say…" Sanji mumbled

Sanji is a man probably in his mid 20's, his figure shows a man who spent time in war and fighting, but also showed the harshness of the desert. He was tall with jet black hair the came over his eyes some, his eyes were a aloof blue similar to his personality, something he wasn't when we was with Syria. He wore a white long coat over his clothes

"ah, what are you doing so deep in this meadow?" Sanji asked

"well, I been in this meadows since I was a small girl so I'm not scared of this place, I like it here." Syria said, bouncing a little

"…you are such a weird girl", Sanji said walking past Syria, ripping his knife out of the tree "just be careful"

"whats-a-matter worried about me?" Syria said in a sly tone, playful sticking her tongue out at him.

Sanji turned and, for once in a time, he smiled "I'm always worried about you, Syria"

Sanji jumped off into the trees, leaving a blushing Syria in the clearing. Wow I've never seen him smiled like that at me… it was cute Syria thought as she came to the next clearing he's even said he's always worried about me! Yay! While she let countless thoughts of Sanji roll across her mind, they block her ability to noticed the 12 bandits that surrounded her…until she walked into one.

"Ow, that's one squishy tree…umm…oops" Syria said as she fell down, looking around at the 12 bandits she was clearly at a disadvantage "eh-heh, well I'm just gonna go on ahead and go back home, whadda say guys?"

Syria inched her way backwards until she bumped into the bandit ring's leader, Thag. She then felt her arms being locked behind her. She kicked and fought to get free but she was a mere girl against a full grown man.

"ahh, what a pretty girly we got here" Thag said as she looked down on his captive, "been awhile since I've caught a girl this cute before"

Syria knew she was in trouble the moment she saw the other bandits moved in on her. Oh no, this is bad. This is WORSE than bad… she looked for a way out but just didn't see one. Oh no no NO! I don't wanna lose my virginity this way. I'm too young to become a sex slave! she thought as the first bandit approached her. She shut her eyes, unable to bear what she was about to feel…but it never came. She opened one eye to see a familiar face had took out 7 of the 10 bandits coming on to her. That face was Sanji.

"SANJI!" Syria yelled, bouncing. Thag lost grip on Syria when she started to bounce, giving her just enough to yank her arm free. She spun under Thag, taking her arm with him, tossing him onto the ground.

"Bo-ya!" Syria said, "guess you never expected this girl to know marital arts, huh?"

Syria quickly ran over to Sanji's side. She was sure Sanji would kill the final four and they could return to the village, hopefully followed by something she had always wanted from Sanji. Her thought bubbles were burst when she heard Sanji's yell.

"Ack! Syria, draw your sword. Your not defenseless!" Sanji shouted over the roars and yells of the bandits.

"O wha? Huh? O right!" Syria said as she placed her hand on the handle of her sword, a ibato (which for some of you readers, don't know what a ibato is, so I decided to make small entries every now and then to explain. {ibato- a Japanese sword resembling a katana, but shorter in length along with a straighter edge} aren't I nice?) So much for that nice moment we had earlier she thought.

"Enough with this shit!" Said one of the bandits and charged toward Syria, swinging his axe. Syria dodge under the axe and jumped back, ready to strike.

The bandit charged again. "Ha, you don't even have your sword drawn!"

Syria smirked as the bandit came closer to her. "you should know" she said, "my sword is a special kind, made so the sheath is longer than the blade. So when I draw, the air in the sheath shoot the blade out, making it one of the fastest draws out there!"

Syria draw the blade with the lightning speed she explained. The blade sliced straight through the charging bandit, who's two half fell to the ground. The other bandits shouted in anger. Sword drawn, another bandit charged Sanji. He swung and Sanji quickly side-step out of the way, ramming his own blade into the bandits chest then tearing in across the front. Sanji slowly pulled his blade out from the bandits body and flicked it of the blood across it.

"How dare you two!" said Thag as he and his other man charged Sanji and Syria. Thag pounced toward Syria but she quickly spun around him, taking her blade across his mid-section, causing him to stumble. The other bandit went for Sanji's leg with his axe. Sanji jumped to avoid the blow and swung his blade, slicing through the neck of the bandit, decapitating him. Thag watched in horror as his man's head fell to the ground with a sickening smack.

"Well it seems this is good-bye Thag" Syria said as she pierced Thag's neck with her blade. Thag fell to his knees, then finally falling to a lying state, dead. Syria removed her blade from Thag's neck, wiping it clean of blood and returning it to it's sheath.

"Well, seems like I arrived in the nick of time" Said Sanji, surveying the damage he done to the bandit crew. Many had slash and stab wounds that tore through their upper body.

"It was good you arrived when you did!" Syria said as she pounced on top of Sanji, squeezing him, "otherwise, I would've lost an important part of myself."

Sanji sighed and stood up, shifting Syria to his back allowing him to carry her.

"Alright, time we went back to the village" Sanji said as he began to run, despite Syria on his back Sanji moved as fast as he usually did, "I bet you mum is worried sick."

Syria smiled at the fact Sanji was so protective of her. She liked Sanji the moment he came to her village, going as far as spend all her time pestering him at his house to spend time with him. Her love for him didn't happen until she was attacked by 3 bandits and was saved by Sanji's sword. That day, she asked Sanji to train her, hoping to become strong enough to defend what she loves and to win Sanji's heart. As her training went on, Sanji and her grew closer together. Syria also found another love; the love of swordplay.

Sanji came upon the small ranch house about half a mile outside of the village. He dropped Syria off and they bid each other good-bye.

"make sure you come to the pub at noon for practice." Sanji called as he run into town.

"alright, bye!" Syria called after him. Syria ran into the house and went up to her parents with her story of her and Sanji's adventure. She ate dinner and quickly took a bath in the hot spring outside their house.

"ahh…nothing like a nice bath to relax the rest of the day away" came Syria's voice in the hot spring, "if only I had Sanji in here hehe."

After a good soaking, Syria finally stepped out of the hot spring, dressed herself, and went to bed. As she climbed under the covers, she made a prayer to the gods.

"Gods, let my live be with love and propose as I go on to bliss." Syria sang softly as she drifted to sleep.

Meanwhile….in the town, a sleeping Sanji suddenly felt a little more relaxed, barely hearing a soft voice sing in his ear.

But not as was at ease, for at the border to the south were hundreds of thousand of troops clad in red armor, bearing arms ready to charge the peaceful country of Renis. As the army began to move, the flag holders came into view, showing the red flag of Grado…coming to take apart all the peace there once was…