Tatsu: TO: NON-EXSISTANT BEING…

Hector: Huh, is Harken truly on my story?

Tatsu: Then it is no wonder I haven't got him. And yes, I get Geitz on the four-fanged offense thing.

Eliwood: You'll have to play Hector's game fast now, won't you?

Tatsu: I suppose. I do want to put in as much as I can… (END RESPONSE)

Lyn: But that doesn't matter much right now! You have to get through my story first! And that's going to take a while, right?

Tatsu: That's true.

Hector: Then start it, already!

Eliwood: Lyn's supposed to…

Lyn: Right. Tatsu doesn't own any part of fire emblem, and a lot of lines that'll come up. Too bad…

Tatsu: Begin the chapter, already!

P.S.: This story is in third person.

Chapter 1: Death on the Plains

He was running. Why? How long had it been since he had a chance to rest? No… he still couldn't rest. They were still pursuing him. Damn it all.

"Well, if I'm going to die, might as well be on my feet when I do it."

The young man turned. He couldn't be older than 16, with brown hair, and a solid form. It was obvious he could still grow, though. He pulled out the only weapon he had, a sword, with the hilt having an engraved Tiger upon it.

"So… is this where it all ends?" He mused to himself, seeing his opposition.

There were about ten people, 4 wielding axes, 1 a lance, 2 swords, and three mages, one of each type. He quickly thought up a strategy. The lances and swords had a higher chance of hitting him than the magic and axes. Best to take care of those, first.

He charged forward towards the axmen, but swerved, heading for the lance man instead. The reason: a bolt of light hit the spot he would have been. So far, so good. He ran forward, and circled around the lance man, dodging a couple of attacks from the man. Then he leapt away as a void of darkness appeared below them. The lance man vanished, not even getting a chance to scream. The boy couldn't help but feel slightly surprised that the magic user had killed his own ally in an attempt to kill him. Was he really that important?

One down… He thought, turning to look, only to roll, his sleeve getting badly burnt by the fireball that came his way, and then matched blades with one of the swordsmen. He was on one knee, so he ducked under, and then came up, slicing through the man's arm. He yelled, and collapsed into the boy, who grabbed him.

As the man was dying, the boy took him up as a shield, and he was struck by a bolt of light, and died instantly after. At least he felt no more pain. The boy then threw the corpse at the advancing axmen, and then ran at the other sword wielder, who promptly threw down his weapon and ran. The boy picked up the dropped sword, and threw it, as hard as he could, at one of the mages. The light wielder fell, dead, with a sword stuck in his head.

The fire mage gave fright, and also fled. "Too bad the rest never know when to give up…" He sighed sadly, as the four axmen charged at him, and he had to jump out of another void forming under his feet.

He could feel himself slowing down. "Damn… my wound still isn't…" He said to himself, clutching his left leg, and dodging a strike from an axe at the same time, though just barely. He swung his sword upward, taking half of the man along with it. Disgusting, that.

Two more lay dead before the final one gave up and fled, and the young man had picked up one of the axes from the dead men, and threw it, embedding it in the dark user's chest. It fell dead in an instant. He was feeling dizzy now… all the blood and gore he had just gone through… felt like too much for him.

"I got out of that place to escape this… and yet since I have, how come I'm killing even more people than before…?" He asked himself, almost feeling like crying. He was about to offer a prayer for the dead men, when...

"…" Another man stepped from the shadows, his daggers at the ready. The young man turned quickly on the spot. "Damn… should've known they wouldn't send only the grunts." He said, looking upon the newcomer.

"…" Without a word, the man charged, and the young man blocked, then sliced back. The man, however, was much faster than his younger opponent was, and leapt over his head. The young man could hear the twirling of the other's daggers, and turned.

The strike was fast, and true, and the boy could feel two strikes, one on his left leg, in the very spot it was hurting him, and the other in his stomach. He just wasn't fast enough. And yet… he couldn't help but smile. The one wound the man had given him, and now the other two, one of which was in the same spot as before.

"You truly are… an angel of death." He said, and collapsed. "…" The man turned without a word, and disappeared. "The idiot… didn't... finish me… guess he knew… I was... a... goner…" The boy said, and closed his eyes.

She just couldn't shake this feeling. Something was amiss. The wind seemed to be crying. Without a thought, she grabbed a ride on one of the many wild horses that roamed the plains of Sacae.

"Why… Why can't I shake this feeling?" She said to herself, as she hopped off the horse, only minutes after she had gotten on. She had traveled far though, as the horses ran fast and free here.

"The wind cries stronger here than anywhere else." She said softly, letting her green ponytail get whipped in the wind. She saw something in the grass. Blood. She gasped.

"Mother earth… what has happened to you…" She said, beginning to look through the bloodshed. She saw many corpses, all of whom looked like outsiders, and then…

"Father Sky… who is this? He's not dressed like the others." She said, her knees going down into the grass. Then she noticed something. His chest was rising, though very slowly, and just barely.

"He's alive!" She said, in sudden surprise, leaning down. His breathing was shallow, but his heart beat strong and true. If she got him back to her house, she could treat him, and he would live. He had no gear, only the attire that he wore. She could swear he looked like a traveler, and she was certain of it, too. He did not have the garb of one of the tribes of Sacae. But why was he in a fight with these men? Or were they working together? Many questions raced through her head, but she decided to take care of the most pressing issue first.

"Stay with me… I'll save you. Don't give up on life just yet." She said. The man seemed to open one eye. She looked, and saw that it was open.

He saw the girl. "I'm… not dead yet?" She shook her head. He half smiled. "...Damn, I'm must be... more stubborn... than I…" He closed his eyes, and could say no more. The girl, around the same age as the boy, got him on the horse somehow, and led it back to her house. By the time they got there, he was still breathing, but…

"His condition has gotten worse." She said, finally getting him onto her bed, as there was no where else she could treat him. "Now… good thing I've got these healing herbs from earlier…" She said, and set to work, tending to her new charge.

It was much later, and yet she still couldn't sleep. She continued to watch over him. "I wish I could do more…" She said. The boy's breathing had stabilized, and the wound on his leg she had bandaged, seeing as the vulneries had not worked well enough, and used a few vulneries to heal his stomach wound.

She couldn't help but look at his face. It looked much more peaceful, now that it wasn't contorting in pain every few seconds, as it had been when she had been treating it.

"I suppose there isn't much more to do until he wakes up, but I still can't sleep…" She said sadly. Then she stood up, and left her house. She needed to refill the water jugs anyway. Luckily, he didn't have a fever, but she had given him water none the less.

"I sure hope he does wake up soon… I suppose I'll wash his clothes and take a bath while I'm down there…" she said, glancing at his blood stained clothes. She had dressed him in a Lorca tribe outfit after treating his wounds, but his clothes were so cut up, that apart from the cape… it wasn't going to help him much. "Well… I'll wash them anyway." She said, shrugging, and took off. "I can't just let him keep the robe... then again... he might need it." She almost giggled.

He still didn't feel right. Something was wrong… was he dead? No… it wasn't that… he couldn't quite put his finger on it… and before he could, his mind slipped back into unconsciousness, without even the chance to open his eyes. His dreams were filled with more running… and more death.

Tatsu: Well, that's about it.

Will: Why do I have to commit a blood bath?

Tatsu: Because, how else would you have been on the plains?

Will: I dunno… starvation?

Tatsu: Too easily fixable.

Will: Exhaustion?

Tatsu: Bah… too boring.

Will: Getting almost killed? …Oh, wait, that is what happened.

Tatsu: Besides, maybe I've hooked more readers this way.

Will: Or just drove them away.

Tatsu: Would you shut up? Just do the preview already!

Will: Fine, fine. Next time, Chapter 2: A Girl on the Plains!

Tatsu: Read, Relax, and Review everybody! RRR for short!