Hello, readers! Right off the bat, I'd just like to thank you all so much for giving me the time of day. I was blown away by the amount of support this story had received in such a short amount of time, and I'm glad that lots of you seemed to enjoy the prologue. Before we get into Chapter 1, though, I'd like to respond to some feedback!

Guest: Yes, indeed! This one came as a flash of inspiration mixed with a desire to improve upon an older work of mine. It's a little different from my other works, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

I'm a Nobody. Who Are You: Thank you! I was hoping that I'd be able to take this story in a slightly different direction than expected. Lyndis is definitely going to be put to the test as she travels through Ylisse, and Endgame... heh. That's a surprise!

JP I'm Italian: Thank you, thank you! Admittedly it's been quite some time since I've played FE7, so I greatly appreciate you calling me on my error. As for what happens in this chapter... Read on!

Guest 2: Thanks! Here's hoping you like the chapters to come even more.

Strategist Ghidorah: Thank you so much! I'm glad that I seem to have gotten the characters down so far. I too am a fan of Lyn and Robin, and I hope to do them justice in this tale. Stay tuned!

Thank all of you so much for leaving your input. As always, I embrace any and all feedback with open arms. Now that that's out of the way, let's kick things off!

The first sensation Lyn could recall was the feeling of a thick blanket over her resting form. It was soft to the touch and just as warm, and the Sacaean smiled to herself with closed eyes as she snuggled into the sheets.

"... Wait a minute," she uttered, eyes shooting open. "This isn't my cot!"

Shooting upright, she threw the blanket off of her. Lyn was still wearing all of her clothes from the previous day, but she still scrutinized the room suspiciously. Nothing seemed particularly out of the ordinary; beige walls, wooden flooring, both the Mani Katti and Sol Katti resting together on a nearby table…

"Aha," she whispered to herself, hopping out of bed and rushing over to her weapons. The Mani Katti's blade shone a brilliant silver, and its beauty was rivaled only by the ornate red hilt of the Sol Katti. Lyn sheathed both weapons on her person with a satisfied sigh. "Well, at least I still have you two. But… just where am I?"

"U-um," a tiny voice squeaked from behind her. Lyn instinctively drew her blade and pointed it towards the source defensively. The swordswoman blinked in surprise upon seeing a pink-haired girl in a decidedly revealing white outfit. The girl let out a shriek, purple eyes large with fear. "Eek! P-Please don't!"

"Oh!" Lyn gasped, withdrawing her weapon immediately before bowing her head in shame. "I'm so sorry! You gave me quite the scare, you know…"

The other girl wrung her hands together nervously as she looked away in embarrassment. "I… I'm sorry…"

"Don't worry about it. I just want to know a couple of things, though… Where am I and how did I get here?"

"I… I was making the rounds just outside of town when I noticed that you were passed out in the snow…"

Lyn's eyes widened upon hearing this. "... Snow?"

In an instant, she rushed over to the nearest window and threw open the blinds. Lyn momentarily regretted the decision as a flash of white blinded her vision. Upon regaining her bearings, however, she noticed that there was indeed snow as far as the eye could see. It was as if she had landed in Ilia of all places…

"Y-yes," the pink-haired girl mumbled shyly, getting Lyn's attention. "I couldn't just leave you out there to freeze to death, s-so I brought you back to my home… I hope you don't mind…"

The Sacaean grinned, eyes gleaming with gratitude. "Not at all, friend. Thank you."

She extended her hand towards her savior. "I'm Lyn. And you are?"

The pink-haired girl briefly flinched upon being offered her hand, but slowly reached over and shook it with a trembling hand of her own. "Um… I'm Olivia. I work as a d-dancer here in West Ferox."

Lyn's face contorted in confusion. The name didn't sound anything at all like a location in Elibe. At least not that she could recall, anyway. "... West Ferox?"

"That's right," Olivia answered with a kind smile. "Together with East Ferox, we make up the country of Regna Ferox."

"... Right."

"Hee hee… I take it you're new here?"

"You could say that," Lyn answered with a chuckle. She wasn't any closer to finding Robin, but it was a start. "In any case, it was a pleasure to meet you, Olivia. You will always have my thanks for saving me. That being said, I'm afraid I have to go now... There's someone I'm after."

"Oh! O-of course," Olivia said, nodding. "You probably have family to return home to, right?"

Lyn winced slightly, but maintained her composure. "Er… not exactly…"

Olivia's hands flew to her mouth immediately as the mortification rose to her face. "Oh… oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I had no idea…"

The Sacaean shook her head, smiling politely. "It's fine. No harm done."

Olivia's face seemed to sink slightly for a moment before she turned her head away shyly. "W-Well, okay... If I may, though… How do you plan on traveling in this weather? Your dress is beautiful, but it's not exactly fit for the weather…"

Lyn looked at Olivia from top to bottom and back again before giving her an expression of confusion. "But… you're wearing less than I am…"

"Ah… so I am," the dancer yielded, coughing as her blush returned. She walked over to a nearby dresser and said, "Still… you should take something to protect you from the cold!"

Lyn would have argued against it, but it was true that Sacaeans weren't exactly used to handling snowy weather as is. Not helping was the fact that she had left all of her other clothes back at home…

Olivia came back with a brown cloak, brown snow boots, and what looked like a thin black bodysuit. "H-here you go… the suit goes under your d-dress, and I'm sure you can figure out the rest…"

"Thank you, Olivia," Lyn said, bowing her head in respect and gratitude before accepting the articles of clothing. "I'll put these to good use. Won't you be cold, though?"

"D-don't worry about me! I have plenty of coats lying around," the dancer affirmed. Turning and walking out of the room, she uttered, "I'll give you some privacy…"

Within a couple of minutes, Lyn had gotten dressed for the day. She greatly appreciated Olivia's generosity; snug as the bodysuit might have been, it was certain to keep both her arms and legs warm as well as the rest of her.

"Are you sure you're not hungry or thirsty?" Olivia asked Lyn as the latter walked out of the bedroom.

"Not at the moment, no. I appreciate your hospitality though!"

"Well, okay… You said you were looking for someone, right? Maybe you can find some help in the Feroxi marketplace," the dancer suggested. "It's really not too far from here. Just make a right when you leave here and keep walking down the hill."

"Thank you, Olivia. I won't forget how much you've helped me," Lyn claimed, opening the door. "I hope our paths cross again someday, that I may return the favor."

"It was n-nothing, really," Olivia bashfully stammered, looking down at her feet with a smile. "Good luck out there, Lyn…"

The howling, icy wind bit at Lyn's face as she carefully made her way down the snowy hill. Each step she took made a satisfying crunch as the Sacaean swordswoman continued to walk down the path.

"H-how did Florina and her sisters enjoy this weather?" she asked herself, her teeth chattering. Lyn would have to remember to thank Olivia again a thousand times over for loaning her such practical clothing.

Lyn's frosty march continued for a few more minutes before she finally made her way past a rusted metal gate, entering the marketplace. The wind had died down a bit as many voices became more and more audible. Grinning triumphantly, Lyn silently thanked Mother Earth and Father Sky for blessing her with landing so close to civilization.

"Oranges! Get yer oranges here!" a merchant advertised, attracting some townspeople. "Fresh from Valm!"

"We got meat 'ere! Come and get some Feroxi cold cuts here!"

"Anybody wanna buy some cabbages?" a red-haired merchant questioned no one in particular. Turning to Lyn with a wily grin, she said, "I'm sure you do, Miss!"

"Ah… me?"

"But of course! Such a lovely green-haired vixen such as yourself must adore vegetables, am I right?"

Lyn blushed, examining the cabbage stand more closely. "W-Well, I certainly don't think I'm quite that lovely - "

"Nonsense! I'm sure you could have all the men here in Ferox wrapped around your finger! Heck, maybe even some of the women as well!"

"Anna, stop," a gruff voice chided. Lyn whirled around to see a tall man in a dark cloak standing a fair distance behind her. "Shameless flattery will get you nowhere."

The merchant paused, blinking, before suddenly taking on a smirk. Winking, she flirted, "Well hello again, handsome. Back for more of my delicious cabbages?"

"... Perhaps," he replied nonchalantly, reaching into his cloak and procuring a modest pouch of gold from it.

The hooded man came over and was about to put the gold on the stall when he noticed that he was now standing rather close to Lyn. The Sacaean gazed up at him in confusion and met his eye, and the cowled man froze up on the spot.

"Er… are you quite alright, sir?" she inquired concernedly. Not getting a response, Lyn waved her hand in front of his face. This caused the man to flinch violently, taking a few steps back.

"Gah! Back, woman!"

"What? I didn't even touch you!" she protested, taken aback by his rudeness. Just who was this man, anyway?

Anna sighed and gave Lyn an apologetic look. "Terribly sorry about that, Greenie. My friend here is a bit of an oddball when it comes to the ladies."

"Is he now? A female friend of mine seems to have almost the exact same problem…"

"E-Enough!" the man blurted, setting the gold down on the stall and skulking away with some cabbages in his hands.

"Hey!" Lyn shouted.

"Ah, it's fine. Honestly, he probably could have taken a little more with how much gold he left me," Anna admitted before sighing dreamily. "Isn't he dashing?"

"..."

"A-Ah! Anyway, did you need something?"

Lyn raised an eyebrow before answering in great detail. "I was just wondering if you could help me locate my friend, Robin. He's roughly my height, somewhat frail, wears a green cloak, and usually doesn't talk much."

The red-haired veggie peddler gave a noise of contemplation, finger resting on her chin. "Mmm… That's quite specific. I dunno if I can help ya out there…"

"Please," Lyn begged. "He's very important to me. If it's coin you need, I'm sure I can oblige - "

Her eyes widened in shock as she remembered that she didn't even have any money on her, much less the currency of this land in particular.

"Let me guess, you left it in your other pants?" Anna joked, earning a sharp glare in response. "Kidding, kidding! Sheesh, tough crowd… In all honesty, I've never even met your friend before."

Lyn's face fell as her heart sank. "Oh…"

"Now hold your horses!" the merchant girl shouted. "What I do know is that there's a big coliseum that was built right on the border of East and West Ferox. Warriors from all across the globe gather there frequently to test their mettle and being home the gold! Mmm… gold…"

"A coliseum, you say?" Lyn questioned, perking up slightly. "... I see. And how would I go about getting there?"

"Like I said, it's on the border. Your best bet would be to hitch a ride in a carriage," Anna suggested with a shrug.

"But… I don't have any money…"

"That's okay!" Anna chirped with a grin. "My boyfriend can take you there for free! His name is Jake. Just tell him Anna sent you and he'll understand."

"Really? He would help me just like that?"

"Sure! He's kind of a sweetheart that way," she said, giggling. "You're just lucky that I'm not the driver, otherwise I would have said no."

"I… see," Lyn mused quietly, nodding. With a smile, she added, "Thank you so much, Anna. Truly."

"Not at all! Once you leave the marketplace, he shouldn't be too far away. I'd go with you myself, but a gal's gotta make money somehow…"

Both of the girls laughed for a moment before Lyn spoke up again. "... You know, you remind me of this girl from my own world named Anna…"

"I mean, it is a pretty common name," said the merchant.

"Well, I suppose, but… she also has red hair in a ponytail…"

"Sweetie, you have green hair. I'm pretty sure it's not that strange to meet two people with red hair in your lifetime."

"Come to think of it, she has a boyfriend named Jake too!" Lyn exclaimed with big eyes.

"Enough already!" Anna shouted peevishly, getting curious looks from some other shopkeepers and customers in the process. "Ah… ahem. What I meant to say was that you probably have a busy day ahead of you, right? And time waits for no one, my girl! For all you know, Robin might be on his way out of the kingdom by now."

"Gods, you're right!" Lyn exclaimed, turning towards the exit of the marketplace she hadn't visited yet. "I must get going now. Thanks again, Anna!"

"You're welcome!" she called back, leaning forward onto her stand. "Sheesh… the nerve of that girl, talking my ear off like that. I should start charging by the second, I should!"

A nearby customer snarked, "I don't suppose you've ever purchased any self-awareness in your lifetime?"

"Huh? What's that?"

"I rest my case..."

It took a little while to locate Jake's wagon, but Lyn finally reached it and, true to Anna's word, was offered a ride to the coliseum free of charge. The arena stood imposingly as the lone swordswoman walked forward, and she felt herself tense up slightly with each step.

Walking past the grand doors and into the main hall, Lyn could see that Anna wasn't joking when she said that many a warrior gathered here. Knights, mages, mercenaries… all brought here for fame and fortune, no doubt.

Lyn pushed aside any uncertainty and waltzed up to a group of men. Clearing her throat, she questioned, "Excuse me, but have any of you seen a tactician around here lately?"

"Oi! Get a load of this one, lads," one of them jeered, his eyes traveling lecherously. "Ain't she a pretty one? Gahaha!"

"Eyes up, sir," Lyn snarled. "Anyway, he's really important to me, so I was just wondering if - "

"Ooh, she's got a little boyfriend, doesn't she?" an archer taunted. "How precious."

The swordswoman's face flared up in both anger and humiliation. She hadn't been here for five minutes and she was already being disrespected in such a way! "Why are you being so rude to me?! I don't even know any of you!"

"Look," a merc said as he grabbed her arm roughly, "I don't know who you think you are, but - "

He couldn't even finish his sentence before Lyn's forehead made contact with his face. The man relinquished his grip as his hand flew to his broken nose.

"Who do you think you are?!" Lyn challenged, getting into a defensive position with her hand on the Mani Katti's hilt.

Several of the once-laughing competitors glared at her and grabbed their weapons, clearly unamused.

"Lady, you have no idea who you're messin' with here!" the bleeding mercenary said as he ran off in a huff, his allies moving closer to Lyn threateningly.

Lyn smirked as she drew her blade. "From where I'm standing, I could say the same to you!"

"Hey! We don't have to take this from you! Get her, lads!"

Lyn was no stranger to combat, and she knew all too well that her greatest strengths lied in her agility and evasion tactics. The swordswoman dodged an incoming sword swing with ease before retaliating with a few quick slashes of her own, knocking her assailant to the ground.

"Dodge this!" an angered fighter cried as he lunged forward with an axe in hand.

"With pleasure!"

Lyn merely sidestepped the attack before slicing into his side multiple times. The wounded fighter crumpled to the floor, clutching his bloody side in agony.

"Damnit! She's too fast!"

The archer from before chuckled darkly as he drew his bow. "Is that right? Well, let's see if you can dodge this!"

"What the hell is going on in here?!" a booming voice demanded, causing everyone to jump.

"Eep!"

The startled archer let his arrow fly a little too early, and Lyn leapt out of the way just in time. She turned her head to see a tall dark man with an eyepatch standing far behind her. "Look out!"

The man didn't even flinch as he caught the arrow mid-flight between his index finger and his thumb, snapping it in two with ease. The previously-aggressive mercenaries crumbled before the imposing one-eyed man, as did Lyn herself.

"Th-That's not how physics work," the archer stammered.

"QUIET!" he shouted. "Who's to blame for starting this bloodbath, huh?"

Everyone unceremoniously pointed at Lyn.

"I… I can explain!" she blurted, feebly trying to shake some of the blood off of her blade. "I was only acting in self-defense! I had no intention of…"

The tall man approached her slowly, and Lyn saw her entire life flash before her eyes. She would be lucky if she was merely imprisoned and not flat out executed for her actions. An ever growing sense of dread formed in the pit of her stomach as the man finally came to a stop mere inches from her.

"You did, did you?" he asked gruffly, scrutinizing her with a stern eye. "Well, in that case…"

'This is it,' Lyn thought to herself. 'I'm sorry, everyone… I've failed you.'

"... It looks like I've got a new potential champion in the making!" the large man boomed, laughing heartily. "Welcome aboard, lass!"

The swordswoman's jaw dropped. She had just wounded several of the would-be contestants here, and he was happy about it?!

"You're alright," he said, patting her shoulder somewhat roughly. "What's your name, young one?"

"I… I'm Lyn…"

"Lyn, eh? Glad to meet ya! I'm Khan Basilio of West Ferox," he greeted with a grin. Turning to everyone else, he ordered, "Alright, back to work everyone! The tournament is tomorrow, and I still need to figure out who I'm betting my leadership on! All able-bodied fighters are to report to the training wing in about thirty minutes! And for Feroxi's sake, get this blood mopped up!"

As everyone returned to their duties and the wounded mercenaries were taken to the infirmary, Basilio turned back to the smaller woman. "Heh. I saw those licks from your blade, girl. Good stuff. You might even be on par with last year's champion!"

Lyn recomposed herself and pridefully stood up straight. "Thank you, Khan Basilio. I have honed my skill with the blade for years now, but I still have much to learn."

Basilio nodded, folding his arms with a smirk. "Skilled and humble. Flavia could definitely learn a thing or two from you, lass!"

"Who?"

"She's the Khan of East Ferox. Every couple of years or so, our two kingdoms go toe-to-toe in this here arena," he explained. "The team that wins decides who's gonna be the Supreme Khan of both Feroxes until the next tournament."

Lyn nodded slowly with pursed lips. "... I see. Well, it's definitely more interesting than Caelinian politics…"

The West Khan let out a boisterous laugh. "Big time! Does this mean that I can expect to see you on my team come tomorrow morning?"

"Excuse me?"

"That's why you're here, isn't it? To take part in Feroxi's biggest tournament yet and bring home the glory?"

"N-no!" Lyn refused, shaking her head frantically. "I mean no offense, Khan Basilio, but I'm actually just here to look for someone."

"Ah… damn," he replied, scratching his chin casually. "Well, that's a shame. From the snippets I saw, you could have the makings of a real champion. Still though, I think you should at least stick around for a little while to observe the tournament proper. Who knows? Maybe your friend will turn up there too!"

"Ha… perhaps," she agreed quietly, smiling. "Would I also be allowed to witness your team practice? Perhaps I could pick up a couple of tricks for myself."

Basilio smirked before turning away from her. "Well, alright. Just follow me and hopefully those chuckleheads will have already beaten us there. And hey, the offer's still there if you want it."

"Thank you, Khan Basilio."

"Don't mention it!"

As the Lorcan girl followed the large but amicable man out of the lobby and through the halls, she felt a surge of excitement well up in her. Though Lyn still needed to find Robin, this could be an excellent opportunity to observe many different fighting styles and adapt her own accordingly. And then, when she encountered Robin, she'd be able to keep him safe even more efficiently.

"Just you wait, Robin," she whispered to herself with conviction. "I'll find you yet."

Once Lyn entered the training room, she was taken aback by both its size and the number of fighters sprawled about on the floor.

"What the hell?!" Basilio yelled, nearly tripping over an unconscious soldier. "What's going on here?"

The West Khan's eyes flew to the center of the room and he calmed down in an instant. "Oh. That explains it."

Lyn followed his gaze and saw two swordsmen dueling in the center of the room. One of them was dark-haired and wielded a katana not totally unlike her own blades, and the other was a blue-haired gentleman in a butterfly mask. His sword seemed much more intricate in design than his opponent's, and the two clashed frequently.

"Ngh… hah!"

"Hiyah!"

The dark-haired swordsman parried a slash before retaliating with one of his own, nicking his opponent in the side. With a grunt of pain, the blue-haired man dashed backwards before leaping into the air and performing an impressive somersault slash.

"My goodness," Lyn whispered with wide eyes. In all her years, she had never seen a fighting style quite like that before. Was this how the people of Ferox fought on an ordinary day?!

Basilio chuckled as the two continued to slash at each other. "Impressive, aren't they? That man with the katana is none other than Lon'qu, West Ferox's champion for the past five years now."

Lyn watched with intrigue as the man known as Lon'qu sprinted at his adversary with impeccable speed. He appeared to swing his blade towards his opponent's right side before suddenly darting behind them and attacking them there instead.

"Argh!"

The masked man retaliated by whirling around with his blade, just nearly missing Lon'qu. Left dazed by the whiplash, he was at a clear disadvantage when Lon'qu dashed right towards him in an effort to finish it. Lyn gaped in shock as the darker-haired swordsman tripped and fell right onto the masked man, sending them both tumbling to the floor.

"Damn!"

"Ugh!"

Lon'qu's head landed on the masked man's chest, and in an instant he could feel that something was… off with his opponent. His eyes flew open in a mix of panic and embarrassment as he recoiled backwards, paralyzed with fear.

"What the…?" Lyn muttered to herself, studying the strange scene.

The masked man wasted no time in downing Lon'qu by sweeping his leg, sending him back to the floor. Standing, he then pointed his blade right at his throat, ending the match.

"... I yield," Lon'qu groaned in shame, his face red.

"... You fought well, sir," the masked man said with a nod as he sheathed his blade. "You have my thanks."

Basilio approached the pair, applauding. Feeling lost, Lyn decided to do the same. "Well, that was some damn good fighting, lads! The hell came over you though, Lon'qu?! I've never seen you choke that badly before!"

Lon'qu merely stood up and dusted himself off. He briefly locked eyes with Lyn before breaking away, walking out of the room. "I was… careless. That's all."

"You're both quite skilled, you know," Lyn complimented, gazing back at the masked man. "I'm not even sure I could take you in a fight!"

The masked man seemed to study Lyn with intrigue, though she found it difficult to determine due to his butterfly mask. "Hmm…"

Lyn blinked in surprise before examining herself. "... Have I offended you somehow, sir?"

"No. Forgive me, I just… hm."

"Cryptic," Basilio said with a snort. "Very cryptic. In any case, lad, you hold the honor of being the first man ever to defeat Lon'qu in battle. At least as long as I've known him, anyway. You know what this means, right?"

"I am to become your champion in tomorrow's tournament?"

"Strong and clever! Yeah, you're definitely going places, kid. Just be sure to clean up and rest before tomorrow morning. A healthy mind is a hearty mind, as my old man always said," Basilio claimed with a proud smirk. "You did well, lad. Do me proud."

"... Marth."

"Huh?" both Lyn and Basilio asked, the former raising an eyebrow.

"... You may call me Marth," the masked man announced, turning on his heel and leaving the training room.

"... Well, not much for conversation, is he?" the West Khan joked. "I get it, though. Actions speak louder than words, especially to us Feroxis!"

Lyn nodded with a smile on her face. "It's quite a lively culture you have here, Khan Basilio. I cannot say my fellow Sacaeans were ever quite like this before."

"Sacae? Never heard of it…"

"Ah… it's rather far away, you see," she explained, chuckling nervously. "Truthfully, I'm something of a wanderer out here…"

"Makes sense to me," Basilio agreed, nodding. With a smile on his face, he added, "In any case, that Marth is already my champion this year, but do you feel like being my runner up?"

"What does that entail?"

"Simple! You just go out there and fight alongside my boys during the tournament!"

Lyn paused. Hector was always more interested in arena battles than she was, but there was no telling what sort of warriors she would encounter here in a foreign land. The thought intimidated and excited her simultaneously.

"Who knows? Maybe you'll even cross swords with someone who knows where your friend is! If nothing else, it's worth a try at least."

"... Yes. Yes it is," she conceded, smiling. "Khan Basilio, I humbly accept your offer!"

Basilio roared with laughter, clapping. "Good, good! Welcome aboard, Lyn. Just do your best and everything will work out just fine. Incidentally, the saunas shouldn't be too far from here."

Pointing to the door that both Lon'qu and Marth exited from, he continued. "Once you're out of that door, take a left and keep walking until you reach a pair of doors with steam coming out of 'em."

"Afterwards," Basilio continued, "swing by the mess hall. It shouldn't be that much farther away, but come back here and find me if you get lost. I've got to do some practicing of my own, you know!"

"Right!"

"Alright then. Soak up and rest well for tomorrow, lass! You'll need all your strength," the West Khan declared. "I hear Flavia's recruited some warrior prince from the south."

"Got it," Lyn replied with a nod. "Thank you, Khan Basilio."

Following the West Khan's advice, Lyn made her way down the hall and reached the same pair of doors Basilio was referring to. Entering the door designated "Women", Lyn could barely see past all the steam. And where could she find a towel to use so she wouldn't get her clothes wet?

"Ngh… damnit…"

The Sacaean froze. Silently creeping toward the source of the noise, she soon found a woman with long blue hair sitting by the edge of the bath. She was still clothed save for her torso, but she seemed to have bandages wrapped around her chest for some reason…

"Um… Hello?" Lyn greeted with uncertainty in her voice.

The other woman turned her head swiftly and gave Lyn a look of pure shock. It took the Sacaean woman a moment to register just who she was looking at, but once it clicked together…

"... Oh. Oh!" she cried, turning back around and heading towards the exit in mortification. "I'm so sorry! I'll just… wait my turn…"

Lyn left the room in a hurry and, once the door was closed, sank to the floor with her back against the wall.

What just happened?

"Was that… Marth?"

Lyn was yanked out of her thoughts by the sound of the door flying open, letting steam fly out with it. In an instant, Marth stood fully dressed in front of her, glaring from behind the mask. "Not a word of this to anyone. Understood?"

"A-Agreed…"

"Good. See you tomorrow."

Just like that, Marth turned and left the hall as Lyn picked herself up from the floor. She was still utterly baffled at what she had just seen, but she decided not to think about it any longer. If she was to fight in tomorrow's tournament, she'd have to keep her eye on the prize.

"Maybe my opponents tomorrow will be willing to share some information," Lyn muttered to herself, examining her Sol Katti. "... After they're finished trying to kill me, of course."