Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem. If I did I wouldn't be writing this would I?
This is my first lone written fic. The first try failed miserably and I haven't touched it since. So if you want to see some crap writing just type in tactician's story in the directory.
Cale: Do you have to write this?
Claen'tor: Of course! Just so the whole world knows your little exploits.
Edwin: What are you two arguing about?
Claen'tor: Cale doesn't want me to write this fanfic.
Edwin: Cale, it'll be fine. Besides, who would believe that? Not to mention Claen'tor is considered crazy on earth.
Cale: Alright! Fine!
Claen'tor: I knew you'd see it my way. By the way, say hi to the readers.
Cale: Right. I'm Cale Anorinth Jansmaa, in case you haven't heard of me in some way, shape, or form. points out the elven werewolf to my left This hothead/joker is Edwin Hawkeyes.
Edwin: whacks Cale in the back of the head, instantly regretting it, now that my hand hurts I should have remembered your head is tougher than god-steel.
Claen'tor: That was stupid. Now, I'm your resident hound archon, Claen'tor Shat'kin'ara. And you'll find out what Cale is soon enough.
Edwin: DD, as I like to call him. starts running from Cale, who has Jasith in sword form out and is charging AHHHH!
Cale: I'll get you for that remark!
Claen'tor: Well. While Edwin is being chased by Cale, I'll start the fic.
Edwin: caught by Cale Ah! That doesn't go there!
Chapter I: A Chance Meeting
Lyndis, of the now destroyed Lorca, was hunting when she spots a motionless form in the distance. What could that be?
She moves closer and sees that it is a man, but unlike any man she had seen before. He has wings! Is he a fallen angel?
Upon closer investigation she finds that they are rather unlike bird wings, being scaly and pure, glistening white, like that of new fallen snow. What is he?
Then she noted that he was bleeding profusely. He's injured… It doesn't matter that he has strange wings, he needs help. But what can I use to stop the bleeding? Oh, I know!
minutes later
Now with a considerably shorter covering on her legs, Lyn tries to pick up the unconscious man with wings but finds he is too heavy. What do I do now?
Then she knows what to do. Well, my camp isn't far from here… I'll get Erin!
(Erin is Lyn's pack horse. How do you expect her to move all her tent or whatever from place to place?)
Lyn runs to retrieve Erin from where she had hitched her to a bush, then coaxes her to where the strange person is lying. "Alright Erin, let's get him on your back."
After a great deal of swearing and effort, Lyn finally gets the strange man onto Erin's back and off to her camp. Well, Lyn you finally did it. Now to attend more properly to his, at least I think it's a him, wounds.
Leading Erin into the small tent, Lyn managed to get the stranger onto her cot with minimal effort. While dressing his wounds, she realized how strong and well formed the stranger looked. Well, I don't know for sure if he is a man or not but he certainly looks like one.
Then she noticed there was a still open cut that ran down past his waistline. Looks like you're about to find out, Lyn.
She slowly opened the clothing up and accidently grabbed the man's member. Ah! That was not how I had intended to find him out for sure.
She quickly removed her hand from his member and managed to expose the wound to open air without any further mishaps. Okay, Lyn. You got the wound exposed.
She then started working quickly to dress the long gash on his leg. All you can do now is wait for him to wake. God he is such a hottie! Lyn! Don't think like that!
End Chapter
Claen'tor: In case you couldn't tell this is from Lyn's POV at the moment. So, do my readers like? It's alright if you don't, but give me a review to help out my writing skills.
Cale: If you don't you'll end up like Edwin here.
Claen'tor: Did you have to be so harsh? Shina won't like you for a while.
Edwin: limbs are ripped out and placed in wrong places Owie!
Lyn: He didn't have to be that harsh. Cale apologize to poor Edwin, and help him get his limbs back together in their proper places, or I'll cut you off from both me and Jasith.
Cale: Alright. You win. goes to help his friend
Lyn: Those readers better review. Or I might do something drastic to them.
Claen'tor: scared for his readers I'd suggest that you do. Lyn is worse than Cale!
Lyn: I heard that!
Claen'tor: Ah! run for my life
