Whee, here's the second part of the prologue. Funny thing about this prologue in two parts. I finished the second earlier.

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Ah, and by the way! Though I mentioned that I'd be more apt to use rarer pairings is this story, the pairs will also depend on my preferred ones. (The basics science behind me choosing my favourites: A mix of... How the hair colour fits the children, how the whole family fits together, tactical purposes and which character I prefer)

(Premonition: Invisible Ties/Prologue: The Verge of History)

Prologue Part 2:

As Moniya woke up, the first thing she saw was some indefinable brown…stuff. The brown-haired girl rubbed and then narrowed her eyes. Yet, she still couldn't make out what this was. Noticing something missing, she moved her right hand to, she assumed, a small table and took her big, round glasses. Placing them on her nose, she noticed that she was staring at…a wooden ceiling.

"Oh yeah…We stayed at that inn for the night, didn't we…?" muttered the girl as she literally rolled out of the bed. She then noticed that she was alone in the room. "Where's Myke…?" Walking over to the table in the middle of the room, Moniya noticed a small piece of paper on the desk.

Mornin' princess. Went into town, buying resources. Will take it's time. CU in the evening.

Myke

She sighed as she looked outside the window. It already was noon. Thinking about how she could spend the time until the evening, while she dressed herself the young tactician decided to go for a walk.

...Later that day…

"Ahh, what a nice day…" the girl wearing a black and purple coat exclaimed as she walked towards the southtown. Moniya ran her hand through her curly hair as she inhaled the clean, fresh spring breeze. It was nice compared to the scent of the towns, as they weren't all that clean.

Knowing that she was alone, the girl did what her brother, and before him their mother, strictly forbid – she removed her gloves. Wondering what it meant, she stared at the purple mark on her hand. They never told her, they always said "You mustn't show it to anyone. Don't talk about it, don't think about it."

When her mother died a year ago, she lost hope that she'll ever find out. Mykhail always told her that she should be happy that she doesn't know. He said, knowing about it is a heavy burden for him, but that he will always protect her. Not only because it was their mother's last will, but also because he wished to do so.

All of a sudden, Moniya felt something drawing closer. She crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers digging into her coat. She felt like her blood froze in her veins while her muscles felt like burning. A dark energy surrounded her, closing more of the distance every passing second. Then, she noticed the weird light radiating from her mark and the dark force quickly entered her body. "HELLO, MY DEAR VESSEL…" a voice echoed through her mind. She tensed, unable to breath, and got overwhelmed by pictures.

A blue headed man offering her and her brother work; a peace-loving queen; a barbaric realm; a mad king; some marriages; an odd, creepy man; more marriages; a conqueror… And her best friend – the blue-haired – getting killed from no other than…herself.

A gasp exited her mouth as she felt a piercing pain in her heart, which slowly consumed her whole body. Her breath quickened, she was unable to even think about anything – not even the pain itself. Then suddenly, the pain stopped as fast as it appeared and she fell unconscious, not even feeling the compact of hitting the ground.

…

…

"Hey, you there. Are you alright?" asked the blue-haired man. The one he asked, a hooded figure lying on the ground, didn't move. He frowned. A blonde girl rushed to his side. She turned the figure around and readied her staff, but the person, apparently a young, brown haired woman, was unharmed.

"Milord, milady, we should get going, we still have a job to do," a man in heavy armor stated; the blue-haired seemed lost in thoughts. They had a duty to fulfill; yet, they couldn't just leave this woman lying there.

"But Chrom, we have to do something!" yelled the girl, angry that the armored man even thought about leaving this person behind. The three of them didn't notice the woman's stirring.

"Well, what do you propose we do?" asked the blue headed, Chrom. She slowly blinked a little.

"I-I don't know…" The pair then noticed that the brown-haired looked at them with narrowed eyes.

"I see you're awake now…Is something wrong?"

"Do you, by chance, know where my glasses are?" The three where speechless, seemingly confused. But as the woman on the ground couldn't really see their faces, she didn't notice.

The blonde kneeled down as she apparently had found the rather unusual looking object. "Are this yours?" she asked. The brown-haired took them, slowly inspecting the frame with her fingers before placing them on her nose.

"Yes, thank you," she said with a warm smile. Chrom held out his hand and, after she took it, hoisted her up.

"There sure are better places to take a nap than on the ground." She smiled sheepishly. "Do you remember how you ended up here?"

Frowning, she answered, "…No. I'm sorry, Chrom. Wait–"

"So you know who I am?"

"N-no…" she muttered, looking at the ground, blushing, "It somehow…came to me…"

"…Weird. What's your name?" he asked, trying to change the subject. Though having good intentions, he just made the situation worse.

"I-I don't remember… Sorry, but… Where are we?"

"Hey, I think Miriel once said something about this! It's called amnesia!"

"That's called complete nonsense!" The brown-haired flinched as the armored man raised his voice. "She forgot her own name, yet she DOES remember Milord's name?"

"Frederick?" interrupted Chrom the man, "That's not really helpful. We should take her to the town. We can settle the things there."

"W-what?!" The woman panicked.

"Relax, friend. You can go as soon as it's sure that you're not an enemy of Ylisse," the blue-haired said. The dark-haired woman was confused once more.

"Ylisse? Is this where we are?"

"You've never heard of the halidom? Someone's got to pay that actress."

As Chrom was about to say something, the blonde interrupted. "Chrom! Is that smoke coming from the southtown?!"

The group quickly spun to face said town. "Gods! These damn brigands… Lissa, Frederick! Hurry!"

"What's with her, Milord?" asked Frederick.

"As long as she's not burning too, the villagers come first!" With that said, the three of them took off, leaving a flabbergasted amnesiac alone on a field.

"But what's about me…?" muttered the hooded tactician before following the group.

Meanwhile

The young man ran a hand through his messy hair. Bargaining with this merchant was impossible. She wouldn't sell him this book of battle tactics even the tiniest bit cheaper. It was a rare sight, but even regarding that, the price was outrageous.

"Lady, I could get this book in any bookstore for half of the price!" exclaimed the brown haired man, desperately trying to get the price down. But it didn't help.

"Yeah, but you would have to find a bookstore selling this book first, dear." He sighed and shoved his glasses up to his bridge.

'Think of something, Myke… Here is this one book your mother wanted more than anything, yet, you can't afford it. There MUST be a way to get it…'

"BANDITS!" The screaming of terrified villagers made Mykhail snap back into reality. As said brigands quickly surrounded him and the merchant, he drew his bronze sword, dispatching the one that attacked him, aiming for a mage nearby.

"Escape!" yelled the tactician after he had killed another two, and the merchant did as he said. He then took off, helping the villagers escape as much as possible.

…At the central plaza…

"Frederick, we need to get rid of them! We'll spread!" commanded Chrom, but he was getting interrupted even before the two men could draw their weapons.

"Wait!" The group was surprised, at least, when a certain, brown-haired amnesiac entered the plaza. "Regarding the amount of bandits, even though they're all in the central plaza now, this plan is anything but smart! You'll just get killed and that will definitely NOT help anyone!"

"You followed us? Why?" asked the blue-haired confused.

"I AM able to handle myself, thank you very much." She drew a bronze sword and opened her thunder tome. Both were previously hidden under her huge coat.

"You can use magic?!" the three of the yelled in unison.

"I think so. Perhaps I should give it a try," stated the woman, leaving the small group flabbergasted,

"G-give it a try…? Eh, perhaps we should take a few steps back…" Chrom said nervously. Then suddenly, a myrmidon appeared from behind one of the stalls, aiming for the tactician. She quickly reacted, chanting a thunder spell. Yet, she released the magic while slashing forward through her sword, killing the man with an electric-magic-blade-beam-thing, killing him instantly. The woman then collapsed, only stabilizing herself with her with the still slightly electric weapon.

"Are you alright?!" asked the blonde, Lissa, while getting her staff ready.

"Yeah, just exhausted…" she muttered, "Note to myself: Do NEVER do that again." The young woman now stood upright again and laughed to herself. "So…You wanna hear my plan?"

"If it won't get us killed, like you said OUR plan would-" started Frederick, getting interrupted by Chrom.

"Sure, why not?"

"So, from what I noticed, there are about two mages, barbarians and myrmidons left, beside their leader. While a myrmidon and both barbarians are rather close, one mage is near the bridge leading to the other one, the last myrmidon and their boss. What I would propose is that you two," she looked at the two men, "are going for the barbarian in the middle of these stalls. I'd take down the one at one side of the plaza, and I'd take her with me." She motioned to Lissa.

"And why should we trust you with Milady's safety?!" voiced the brown-haired grand knight. The tactician sighed. She had enough of this kind of behavior.

"Well, first, because she's actually acting nice towards me, unlike you. Second, because it would be rather bad for me too if the only person who could heal others would die. And, last but not least, because it is my job as a tactician to keep the ones following my orders alive. I DO understand that you don't trust me, yet I believe the safety of these civilians comes first."

"She's right, Frederick. And I think if she is an enemy, that myrmidon wouldn't have attacked her, as well as she wouldn't just kill one of her allies," said Chrom.

"And I can take care of myself, too!" exclaimed Lissa.

"Very well. If you command to follow her plan, I can't refuse."

"So, about my plan…" The tactician continued explaining her plan, and then, the group took off, executing it as ordered.

As the small group gathered near the bridge, the only enemies left were a mage, a myrmidon and the leader. Leaving Lissa in the safety of the cleared area, the other three took off. While Chrom aimed for the leader, the other two took care of his minions. But something didn't go out as planned.

When Chrom attacked the brigand, he managed to dodge, swinging his hand axe and slightly hitting the blue-haired's sword arm. He them swung it again, yet this time, Chrom parried, but as his arm was hurt, that turned out to be rather difficult. Then suddenly, a gasp exited the bandit's mouth as the pressure against the blue head's sword disappeared. The leader then fell, revealing a hooded figure standing behind him. That person carried a bronze sword, as the tactician did, and wore clothing similar to hers.

"Are you alright?" asked the figure, a man about Chrom's age, as he sheathed his sword again. Chrom nodded.

"Yeah." The two then heard steps coming closer. They turned around to see the other three coming closer. The unknown man froze as he noticed the tactician.

"What are you doing here?!" he asked rushing towards her, "Are you hurt?" She shook her head, definitely confused. This man seemed to know her, yet, she couldn't remember him.

"Do you know her?" asked Chrom.

"Yes… Why…?" The man had a bad feeling about this.

"Because we found her unconscious, lying in a field, and with no memories." He froze. She had forgotten him. Yet then, he could hear her mumbling.

"M… Mykhail?" Everyone spun around to look at the young woman. The man smiled, sliding down his hood to reveal his face and his stubborn, messy, curly, brown hair.

"…Yeah, that's me." He adjusted his rather casual looking glasses, adding, "Your brother." He turned to face the trio accompanying his sister. "Thanks for looking after her."

"It was more like she was looking after us than the other way round," admitted Chrom, smiling. "But thanks for helping us either way. Do you live here?"

"…No. Moniya and me, we're travellers," answered Mykhail, revealing the tactician's name.

"Well, we, the shepherds, could always need some help."

"Shepherds? As in, tending sheep?"

"Well, literally speaking. But we actually protect the inhabitants of Ylisse."

"Hmm… okay. That's fine with us, right?" Mykhail looked at Moniya, who nodded.

"Alright then!" said Chrom, starting to introduce his group, "I'm Chrom, the leader of the shepherds. But just call me Chrom. I'm not really a friend of these formalities." The siblings nodded and the blue-haired motioned to the blonde cleric, "The delicate one is MY sister, Lissa." He then got interrupted.

"I am NOT delicate! Idiot!" Moniya chuckled rather quietly, so that only Mykhail could hear. "If you want, you can ignore my brother. He tends to be an idiot at times."

"And he," Chrom closed his introduction, "Is Frederick, the wary."

"A title I wear with honor. I do not mean to be rude, but you two still are suspicious." He glanced at Moniya. Redirecting his attention to Mykhail, he added, "But since you saved Milord, I owe you the favor to ignore that for time being."

"Good to know. Well, I'm Mykhail and she is my sister Moniya. We both are travellers and tacticians in training."

As Frederick, Chrom and Mykhail discussed formal things, Lissa told Moniya about the shepherds.

"So the other members of the shepherds are my best friend Maribelle, Sully, Stahl, Vaike, Sumia, Miriel, Ricken and… I think I forgot someone…" said the blonde cleric, smiling sheepishly.

"Well, if you remember who you forgot, just tell me!" The two then were approached by a redhead, wearing green merchant clothing, carrying a rather fancy looking book.

"Do you, per chance, know this man?" asked the merchant, motioning to Mykhail. The girls nodded. "Good… He…left that book earlier at my stall. I wanted to return it to him. Just…tell him that it's from Anna, he should understand." With that, the merchant, apparently called Anna, took off.

When Moniya handed the book to her brother, he certainly did NOT understand. But that beside, Mykhail now got that book he couldn't afford earlier, and with the formalities settled, the group took off, heading for Ylisse's capital, Ylisstol.

Just who did Lissa forget...? Meh, sorry Kellam, but you know you're invisible most of the time. Be happy that I made Lissa remember that there is someone else she forgot.

Anyway, about the fact that Anna appeared twice already: I'll use the Anna-Clan (as I like to call them) more often than they were used in the game. It's really helpful at times.

So, thanks for reading and perhaps reviewing and all that stuff!