Well here's another chapter, I hope you like it…

Despair Spreader: Understand that my tactician IS the main character of this story, but he will not be "hogging the limelight". I will take what you say into consideration in future writings though so thank you for your review. Oh yeah, Mark does have low defense, he took a hand axe and an arrow shot which isn't enough to kill him.

Someone out there: Hmm… nice name. But thanks for reading this always!

Aweirdguy: Thanks for reviewing and please update your own story soon, it really is a good beginning to a FE fanfic! And your tactician is pretty neat as well. Plus, the other chapter was just a prologue so it was shorter than usual. I promise to make future chapters longer.

Wallace: Flame me all you want, I'm fireproof! Mwhahaha!

Uhh, sure… well here's a disclaimer…

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fire Emblem or any of it's characters.

The Battle Wizard Chap 1:

The Last of the Lorca

Mark awoke in what seemed to be a Sacaean nomad's tent. It was cheap, easy to move, and yet very durable against nature's elements. He quick deduced that he was in Sacae and whoever was living here was living alone since there was almost nothing except a bit of food, a few blankets, medical supplies, and a blunt iron sword. His own Gray Blade, Aura tome, and Fenrir tome were next to them. That's when he noticed a beautiful girl with green hair, smooth skin, and blue eyes were sitting there eating.

'She must only be part Sacaean since not many of them have blue eyes,' Mark thought to himself. The girl soon noticed that the man's eyes were open and looking at her. She had to say something.

"Hello, I'm Lyn of the Lorca tribe, I found you unconscious on the plains yesterday, uhh, if you're hungry, here's some soup I just cooked, and by the way, here are your weapons and materials that I found with you on the plains," she said nervously. She hadn't spoken to anyone in quite a few months. She couldn't quite figure where this stranger came from. His body build was a lot like that of a sword-user and she did find him while hunting near the border of Ilia. Yet he had two magic tomes with him, Lyn wasn't knowledgeable about magic, but she can tell one of them was a light magic tome while the other was a dark magic tome. That was odd since she had never heard of someone with the ability to use both magic and weapons at such a young age. She decided to go with Etrurian, though he had black hair.

"Thank you, Lyn. My name is Mark and I am a traveler, but if you were to ask for my home, I would say Etruria, though I have fallen in love with the Ilian mountains." Mark replied. He had been traveling for a few years now and had been in Etruria, Ilia, Sacae, and even Bern twice on business with his father. His father… memories were beginning to flood back to him…

"Now son, today Mage General Pent and his wife Louise has asked me to go accompany them to Bern with a few other lords to congratulate King Desmond of Bern for the new birth of Princess Guinevere, and I plan to take you with me for sightseeing… I wonder how Louise's sister Hellene, now Queen of Bern will react to this, the king did not have this child with her…and she has always been the jealous type…"

Mark's thoughts were interrupted as Lyn said something about a noise and me staying inside. She came back with wide eyes and yet with a small hatred that Mark did not understand.

"Bandits, they're probably going to assault the nearby villages, I have to protect them! There are about 4 of them… I'm not sure if I can handle them alone, but I won't sit here and do nothing!" Mark could tell that this was something personal and decided that he was going to help her.

"Listen Lyn, I'm coming with you, this is the least I can do to repay you for your kindness," Mark said.

"But can you fight in your current state. I know you can fight by looking at your magic tome and sword, but you should rest if you're still hurt," Lyn looked as if she really wanted the help but was against her morals. 'Must be Sacaean pride,' thought Mark.

"I am still injured, but I can still do two things, guide you as a tactician, and use my magic to aid you if necessary. Actually, I think I'm already in a good enough state to use a sword, but I won't risk it if possible, and besides, I have faced much more than 4 bandits before, this will be a piece of cake," Mark reasoned.

The two left the nomadic tent to go face the bandits. The assumed leader of this gang was at another Sacaean structure called ger, or so Lyn explained to me.

"Alright, listen up, one of the bandits just spotted us and is heading our way, he's pretty stupid to be blindly charging towards us, I'll easily take him out with magic. Now I want you to take the two bandits that look like they are going to head east towards the other ger. Meet me at where the leader is and together, we'll take him down!" Lyn headed towards the bandits up north and Mark took the running fool.

"Hmph, you think you got what it takes to face one like me? Well, take this!" Mark used his Fenrir magic tome that sent lots of dark fireballs at the bandit and completely destroyed him with a gigantic explosion that sent shockwaves throughout the plains. He went up to the ger and found Lyn already facing the bandit even though she already a few bruises on her legs and left arm. 'Ahh, very unwise and foolish, she'll never survive bandit attacks if she goes at them with pure strength, especially when she doesn't have too much of it'. Mark pulled her back as she was about to be decapitated by an axe blow from the bandit.

"Here, take this vulnerary that you left inside the tent due to your rash actions and heal yourself while I take on this buffoon." The bandit did not take well to being called a buffoon.

"What, buffoon? I'm Batta the Beast, and I'm taking you down!" he roared. But while he was talking, Mark took out the Aura tome and blasted the area in front of him to hurt the bandit since if he struck any nearer to Batta, it would have destroyed the ger as well. Then he took out the Grey Blade and sliced the "Beast" in half.

During the next day, when got up again, he found Lyn staring at him. The previous day's events took out a lot in him.

"You really showed me how strong you are yesterday…I was thinking, and I wonder if you would teach me more on how to fight…" Lyn said. Mark wasn't too happy to hear that, he liked to travel and do things alone.

"I've noticed that you live alone, and the fact that you haven't talked to someone in months makes me wonder where you're parents are. Especially since you only seem to be 16 or 17." Mark knew he hit a nerve when he saw Lyn's face darken slightly.

"My parents died during a bandit raid, they poisoned our food, then killed us when we were utterly defenseless… I was one of the only survivors. The Taliver were the ones who did it, and today showed me that in order to get revenge, I must become stronger! So please! Teach me how to be strong like you!" Lyn was in tears by now, so Mark embraced her and comforted her. He was feeling two things now, pity, and guilt. The Taliver were the bandits that he nearly completely slaughtered only two and a half days ago. He now felt he should not have left any survivors.

When Mark told Lyn this, she was amazed and shocked. Amazed that he managed to defeat 100 of these bandits, and shocked for the same reason.

"Who...who are you?" she asked. Lyn was now seeing Mark in a whole new light, and even stronger than she once thought.

"I am known as The Battle Wizard by many, but I do not wish to talk about it at the moment. Not now. I will let you travel with me." Mark said.

"Really! Thank you, I feel so much better now! We shall travel across Sacae, honing our skills as master warrior, and his peerless student!" she said enthusiastically. But the master warrior's thoughts were not there anymore. He was thinking about the family he once had.

Author's Note:

Yeah, I know, kinda cheesy huh. Well tell me what you think and please review so I can make it better. I'm at a crossroad with pairings at the moment so please give me some ideas and I'll go with the popular ones. Thank you!