"I look ridiculous."

It was not the first time Faith had voiced her frustration as she pulled the long robes up, trying not to step on them. "I am sorry Miss Faith, but this was the best we could do on such short notice, and it helps by keeping you disgused as we ride back to Ylisstol." Robin apologised but Grace could hear the amusement in his voice at her sister's discomfort. "And exactly how long is that going to take?" She was back to her feisty self, even if they were still reeling from finding themselves in a different universe altogether. "About half a day by horse."

She smiled, but her face ticked, "That's just great." Sighing she leaned back into the cart, her face as stormy as the clouds that gathered above them. Temperance regarded her sisters solemnly, "I really think we need to figure out what is going on, Ylisstol? Where is that? And why can we suddenly understand them all? I am so confused and scared." She voiced what Faith was feeling, and Grace just looked down.

"It's...a game."

Faith scowled at her, "Are you nuts? This isn't a game, what is wrong with you?" Grace looked at her, her big silver eyes had always made Faith shudder and this time was no exception. "Do you remember that game I always play, the one dad made me give up while we were visiting him?" The older girl frowned, "Yeah, what about it?"

"It is called Fire Emblem, and its set in a country called Ylisse who's ruler is called Chrom..."

Her sisters looked at her with their mouths open. "Are you expecting me to believe that we've been transported into a freaking game?!" Faith's voice had steadily risen until she was practically shouting, standing over her sister with everyone looking at her. Blushing, she quickly sat down and cleared her throat, her green eyes capturing Grace's. "Even if that were possible, which it isn't, how the hell did it happen?" Her tone was just as incredulous, but much quieter.

"I don't know, I...made a wish, last night." She cleared her throat and for once Faith stayed silent so she could continue, "I wished I could be in the game, in a world where I was actually...wanted and appreciated, where I made a difference..." Her voice trailed off and she refused to meet the gazes of her sisters. "Grace..." Temperance looked both sad and hurt, "What are you saying? Of course you are wanted, isn't that right Faith."

"I-"

But she didn't get to finish what she was saying as their was shouting amongst those they were travelling with.

"Plegian ambush! To arms!"

Robin's clear voice called out over the din, surprisingly loud and commanding.

"Crap, what do we do now? We can't fight..."

Faith flashed back to earlier, the man covered in blood as she'd rammed a sword into his chest. Her heart was in her throat at the memory, but adrenaline also coursed through her and she felt an unfamiliar keening within herself. "Get the nuns! If we can use hostages we can get the leader."

The girls eyes widened as they scrambled out of the wagon, so much for being safe. They were beset upon, and as Temperance screamed, the man accosting her matched her. He fell to the ground with an axe in his back, a shirtless man pulled the monster weapon out of him and looked at them, "This way girlies, Chrom asked me to watch out for you." Grace followed without hesitation, knowing exactly who he was, Faith and Temperance looked at each other. They followed suit, trusting Grace's judgement, but not before Faith had reached down and grabbed the sword from the fallen man.

Their protector led them between the wagons of armour and weapons, knocking down and pushing out of the way any enemies they came across. It seemed to the two older girls that he had an unnerving fervour for fighting, the way he laughed and shouted as he cut men nearly in two. If they had time, they would have been horrified, but they were more interested in survival than vomiting at that point.

Eventually the fighting died down, the cries of bloodlust just cries now, mostly of pain. "Woo!" The barbarian of a man who had been assigned to protect them grinned as his last foe fell, turning and bowing. "Vaike at your service, that was a thrill wasn't it?" Faith wrinkled her nose, her grip on the blade she was holding causing her knuckles to go white. "Not exactly the word I'd use..."

"Are you alright?"

Chrom's voice startled them, it had seemed as though he appeared out of nowhere, out of breath and a little bloody. "Of course they are, teach took care of them, right girls?" Vaike slapped Chrom on the back, causing the smaller man to stumble a little but they had seen him brace for it so it must have been something he was used to. "Thank you Vaike, it's appreciated."

He noticed that Faith was holding the weapon, "Do you fight?" She shook her head and bit her lip. "No, I just...picked it up in case." He looked at her curiously but they were interrupted by Robin once again. "The last of them have fled, I must say, I was not expecting this, Gangrel is getting desperate." His smile from earlier was gone, his expression grave as he looked at them.

"It is imperative we get them back to Ylisstol, and find out why he wants them so badly. This could be our turning point."