A young woman wakes up in a field, only to discover she has no memory and no voice. Rated T for Sully, brigands, and evil dragons. AU. Updates every other Friday.

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.

Caught between two wars in two worlds, Lissa's son isn't sure if he's Odin or Owain anymore. [OdinxElise] [OwainxCynthia] Love triangle, parallel storytelling, fluff, angst, and plenty of Niles' snark

"You might have better luck with women if you cut down on the glib banter." Everyone knew that Inigo was the biggest flirt in the army, none more than their tactician. Una couldn't pretend that she hadn't noticed how hard the army was on him, and if she was going to be his rock, so be it. There's nothing wrong with that...right?

They said Time dulled all wounds. Yet, the more time that passed, the deeper the knife seemed to twist. Perhaps that was why she went back, to stop the knife digging deeper. Perhaps that was why I followed, casting my fate into the eddies of time. I was the Lady of Grima. The agent of the fall of mankind. The Exalt Chrom fell upon my sword. I cannot allow myself to be reborn.

Most of the Order believed that Kiran's life before being summoned must have been boring. Oh, how wrong they were! A series of one shots with Kiran telling weird stories from their world to the Order and enjoying the shock, horror, and amused expressions of their friends. I'm using real stories of things that have happened to me personally for this.

The sky was a calm noonday blue. Golden rays basked endless shades of rippling green, glinting off water and metal just so to make it unpleasantly bright for anyone going anywhere outdoors. Of course, people wandered about in spite of the Sun's best efforts, and it resolved to hurry along to Valm where people would write poetry about it instead.

The ever alluring continent of Elibe was always calling out to Mark. He had to see it, and now was possibly the only chance he'd get. If only he had known exactly what sort of politics he would be pulled into after trying desperately to escape them. (A more in depth look/exploration of Mark, the tactician of Fire Emblem 7)