There are things in this world stranger than fiction. I guess my life would be such a thing. A simple, mundane task turns into a grand adventure that spiral out of my control. The lesson I have learned is fate will fight you, even if you know the future. My home is no longer Earth, but the land of Tellius. How I adapt... is necessary to my survival.

A young, solitary mercenary gets caught up in the Mad King's war and the ensuing events. DISCONTINUED DUE TO PERSONAL REASONS: FRANKLY MY VIEWS ON OC'S DON'T MATCH THAT OF THE FIRE EMBLEM COMMUNITY AND I GOT FED UP WITH IT.

One is a scrawny, thieving orphan, the other a demure maiden of the light. Both ostracized and feared by their countrymen, they find manage to solace in each other. This is the tale of young Sothe and Micaiah, and how they first met each other.

Sothe sat at the foot of the armchair, leaning against her legs and raising to twine their fingers together. FE10 Sothe/Micaiah oneshot; quite long and fluffy.

His eyes lingered on the strange mark on her wrist, and when he looked at her face again, she had averted her gaze to the open window. Sothe/Micaiah.