Foreword

Chapter 11! Plegia was brief, sorry about that. We come back a lot in the main story anyways, the time to join The Shepherds approaches, awkward socialising TO THE EXTREEEEME!

(I don't own Fire Emblem or it's characters.) (Italics are quotes, bold text is transitions, brackets are thoughts or whispers)

Memories…
Walking the streets of Ylisstol drew sentiment from Erron's heart, the streets he lived on as a child, somehow he felt at home. A hearty baker was selling off his produce, unbeknownst to him, a hooded figure had placed a sizeable pouch of gold coins at the stall, but took no food. (Sorry about my mischief, I hope this makes up for it…) As he walked off he heard the baker shouting something about his lucky day. He had got to Ylisse after guising as a mercenary, the border guard was a tall tanned man named Mustafa, he was kind and let Erron through with no trouble.

"Mercenary eh? One of those 'I work alone' types I'm guessing?" The old border guard said, looking over Erron.

"You could say that..." Erron said flatly.

"...If you think you're fooling anyone you're crazy..." Mustafa said quietly to the young swordsman. "Ylissean...why are you here?" He was purposely trying to keep the attention of the other guards away.

"I'm going...home." He felt happy upon saying that word.

"Aye, well I'll let you through..." Mustafa said.

"Why?" Erron said questioningly.

"Because war is afoot lad. And I don't want to fight any more." He shouted back to the other guards. "This one's fine! Let him through!" He then turned back to the young man. "Go, live a life that old bags like me can't."

"Thank you, Mustafa." He bowed and continued his journey.

He had a place in mind which he needed to go, to pay respects.

Foresight...
A month had passed since the young sword fighter had traveled from the desolation of the future, wandering Ylisstol was strange for her, as it was not burning or half-destroyed. She was determined, if the stories were true from her mother; the Black Wolf would be here today, outside of a half built house. She could see a cloaked and hooded figure was knelt by the front of a building site for a house, he planted a red flower in the front garden and placed his hand on one of the timbers. (That…must be him!) The cloaked figure stood and began to walk away slowly, she decided to follow him. She tracked the hooded man for a while, but he took a turn into an alley. (I can't lose him!) Her following was cut off literally, as she found a sword pointed at her face.

"Why are you following me." The hooded man's voice was deep and calm, he had no identifiable accent. "Explain yourself."

Masquerade…
Erron's pursuer lowered her hood to reveal a mask. (Well that didn't help.) She wasn't very tall and had dark azure hair.

"My name is Marth." The young woman began to explain. "I mean you no harm sire." Erron lowered his blade and sheathed it, the woman sounded sincere enough.

"After the Hero-King of Akaneian legend?" He wasn't impressed. "You take the name of a legendary warrior, what right do you have to bear it?" He had studied the legends of ancient warriors extensively.

"Look there isn't time for me to explain, you are Erron Wolfe correct?" Marth tried to reason with the tall swordsman.

"Hmph, what do you want?" He had came to pay respects, not to be questioned by masqueraded fighters.

"Tonight, there is a plot on Exalt Emmeryn's life." Erron was of upmost skepticism. But Marth continued. "I do not expect you to believe me…but I am not from this time." This took Erron aback. (Time?) "If Emmeryn is killed tonight, our world is doomed." Erron was trying to comprehend the situation.

"That would explain how you know my name…" As unflappable as he was, the thought of temporal movement puzzled him. "If you know this why can't you prevent it?" Marth hesitated.

"I can't meddle directly in the events of time, I can only push this time's people to do it." She knew she couldn't, but if Erron didn't help she'd have to do it herself.

"I can sense the conviction in your words." Marth looked up at the swordsman. He lowered his hood to prove his point. "I shall assist you how I can, The Exalt wishes for peace anyways. Her death would bring Plegia to war…"

"If she were to die here, a chain reaction of events would happen…that would bring about this world's end." The young swordswoman spoke grimly.

"Calm yourself, you have my sword." He saw that the woman was distressed. "Nightfall is soon, and if what you say is true; we need to head to the castle. Quickly." They both headed off; Marth leading with Erron following.

Royalty…
Marth somehow knew about a broken wall in the castle's citadel, they both stood in a courtyard, it was unnervingly quiet.

"Find a way inside, I have to stay here." Marth was hidden by some foliage, Erron moved to one of the castle's walls. (Easy enough.) Using gaps between bricks, chips in the wall and overall agility he had climbed up a story in a few seconds. He snuck around the second floor of the castle, looking down at the empty halls. The only noise he could hear was Marth talking to people. Something about proof, then he heard the sound of steel, he saw that below him in the halls, were soldiers, a lot of soldiers; Cavaliers, Knights, Mages and Thieves.

"You! Do you serve Lord Validar!" He heard a voice calling to him. (Great…) He turned to see an axe wielding Barbarian and a couple of Mages.

"I serve no man, I'm my own master now." Erron stood and drew his sword. "Now leave this place or die. I don't care which."

"We aren't standing down!" They said confidently.

"Foolish." Erron closed the distance between himself and the assassins in an instant, running the Barbarian through the neck. "I warned you." He pulled his blade back out of the gurgling warrior and blitzed through the two mages without breaking a sweat. (I did give them a chance.) As he hurried quietly across the higher balcony he was watching what took place, many soldiers fighting, those wearing Ylissean colours or these assassins. He had cut down a few more snipers trying to get a high ground advantage. The lighting in the halls below would allow him to sneak around, silently he dropped down a floor and slinked by the pillars, he saw Marth; she had been unmasked recently and was defending a door, presumably the Exalt was behind it. She looked visibly exhausted, but she was still fighting off enemies. She was faltering as a Myrmidon looked to finish her. She thought she was finished, but she heard a clash of steel instead.

"Leave her be!" Erron parried two strikes neatly, using the momentum to cut horizontally at his foe's gut. The Myrmidon fell to his knees clutching his stomach, which was spilling blood.

"Who. Sent. You." Erron used his sheath to raise the dying assassins head.

"We…follow…Grima…" He spurted out, then preceded to fall to his side and die.

"Thank you Erron." She was panting heavily.

"You would have done the same." Their recuperation was cut off by a large ball of flame, heading at them with speed. They both managed to dodge it, but it left a large char mark on the wall behind them.

"You cannot change fate! This was all written!" A tall, slender man stood with flame emanating from his hands, he wore Plegian Sorceror's robes. "Destiny cannot be chan-"

"Shut up and fight, or leave now. I don't care for your exposition old man." Erron wasn't tired from fighting, he signalled Marth to leave, and he stood against the Sorceror one on one.

"Cocky aren't you? You'll die like your precious Exalt!" He readied another blast from his Elfire tome. Erron sheathed his sword, the enemy Sorceror looked confused. "Accepting defeat are we? Ha! Pathetic!" At blinding speed Erron was already behind the Sorceror with his sword unsheathed. The Sorceror felt his left knee give way, and realised he didn't have a shin left.

"If you spouted less garbage, you would still have a leg." He pressed his sword's tip at the back of the dying Mage's neck. "I'd make your peace now."

"Grima shall damn you all!" He shouted in pain.

"Poor choice of words fool." Erron stabbed through the back of the Sorceror's neck and kicked him off of his sword. Marth ran up to him rather excitedly.

"You realise you just averted the worlds end." She sounded tired, like her job was done. "I cannot thank you enough."

"…I feel this isn't over…" He heard footsteps and saw a group of people heading towards himself and Marth. "I think I will go now." Marth quickly spoke up.

"Keep an eye on them, I trust you to look out for them." Erron only waved with his off hand and sneaked away before the group of soldiers arrived.

(What have I got myself into now…)

Closing Comments
Our first interaction with main story events! Erron helped stop the attempt on Emmeryn's life, also meeting 'Marth' in the process. Please leave your reviews and criticism! -Muffin