Welp, here's my second chapter! I'm decently horrible at dialogue...wish me luck!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem(man I've seen this on every story...)


Chapter 2: Confusion and Distrust

Firer groaned as he opened his eyes as they fell on four people looking straight down at him; a young, blonde girl with pigtails and a man with brown hair in a large blue suit of armor, remarkably similar to that of a knight. The next was a woman with grey hair with a single ponytail, a dark coat on her. As his eyes settled on the last person, a youth with blue hair, obviously one of the Lord class, Firer's eyes fell on the Mark of the Exalt on his shoulder. As he instinctively reached for his sword, he realized that both of his weapons were lying a few feet away, behind the man in the armor. At least they were smiling at him.

"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know," the blue-haired youth said, proffering his hand.

"I'm pretty certain that I didn't take a nap in this field on purpose," Firer replied as he waved off the Lord's hand, preferring to stand up himself. He winced at the seemingly healed wound caused by the arrow as he stood. He realized that he was surrounded by the four people, probably intending that he would not be able to grab his weapons.

"Why have you surrounded me and rid me of my sword and tome?" he said harshly as he stood up. "And why do you carry the Brand of the Exalt, sir?"he added as an afterthought.

"You may simply call me Chrom, and as to why I carry the Brand of the Exalt, I am the descendant of Marth the Hero-King, 2000 years past. I may ask the same question of you."

Firer stiffened up as he heard the words, "2000 years past." "Impossible. I am the son of Marth the Hero King, visiting after a ten year journey through the Outrealm Gates. As I am fairly certain that the Gates do not make people travel in time, I believe that you are lying to me." Firer did admit, though, that the man looked rather similar to the younger brother that he had known for the fifteen years that he had spent with him.

The blue armored knight spoke up. "You are impersonating royalty with this absurd claim of yours. Speak again, and tell the truth this time, lest I run you through with my lance."

Firer sighed. "If you want proof, have a look at my blade. Not Naga's own tooth, but rather Nagi's, used in substitution. You will find that the blade remains ever the same." He hesitated before continuing on. "As you are descendant of Marth, the Hero-King, although the claim of him passing away is equally absurd, I can only assume that, as descendant of my brother, you have inherited Naga's tooth, Falchion. You will find the blades to be similar, if not the exact same." He sighed as he plopped back onto the ground, under the knight's watchful stare.

As Chrom examined both of the blades, he realized that they were the exact same. The thought made his head swim; first an unknown amnesiac is found in a field, next a man falls out of the sky bearing the Brand of the Exalt? If he hadn't known better, he would've though he was dreaming. Sheathing the stranger's blade, as well as his own, he handed back the sheath and tome to the man. "Frederick, this man has no reason to be distrusted."

"Milord-" Frederick was interrupted by the young girl shouting.

"Chrom, look, the town!"

Everyone's gaze turned towards the smoke rising from the lit buildings of the town.

"Don't tell me that this world has descended into warfare yet again," Firer said to Chrom.

"Possibly. Frederick, Lissa, quickly!" As the three people ran, only the woman with the coat and Firer were left in the dust. Sharing a glance, the woman shrugged and ran after them, Firer close on her heels.


Somebody please tell me how I did on this chapter. The Avatar is still planning to chop my head off...