Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem. Who in their right mind would waste their time writing a fanfic about it if they owned the franchise? That's right, no one. We'd all be out somewhere buying things with all the money we had.

Thanks for the reveiw nameless guy. But I'm not that different. There's a couple others out there.

Claen'tor: Now that Lyn isn't trying to kill me… I've finally managed to crawl to the computer to write more of this fic.

Cale: You should have known better than to risk Lyn's wrath.

Claen'tor: I wasn't ready for her to do that.

Edwin: limbs are back in place You don't know her as well as me or Cale. Don't mess with her or Jasith for that matter. recalling the last time I angered Jasith with a grimace

Jasith: Edwin. cracks my knuckles

Edwin: CRINGES Yes Jasith?

Claen'tor: Before this gets ugly, on with the fic!

Edwin: Ahhhhh! runs

Claen'tor: winces as I watch Edwin run

Chapter 2: Awakening a Legend

"Uhnn..."

Lyn looked up from where she was sharpening her iron sword. "You're awake."

"Where am I"

Lyn grinned. "You're on the plains of Sacae." She notices that the young man's wings disappeared into his back. He's cute.

Cale shook his head, still slightly confused. Sacae! When that foul man hit me with his stray finger of magic, I was in Bern! "But..." he trailed off. Cale then notices he's not wearing his usual garb. What am I wearing?

Lyn smiled at the strange young man who seemed so confused. "In case you're wondering, those were my father's clothes."

Tears formed in her eyes at the memory of her father. "Your... Your clothes... were shredded when I found you... so I gave you those."

Cale studied the now crying young woman in front of him. "What happened... to me?"

Lyn regained her composure. "I'm not sure. You looked like you had been attacked by bandits. From the look of you, you were beat on a bit." She paused for a moment. Should I ask him? "Why..."

Cale looked at the young woman strangely. "Why what?"

"Why did you... have wings when I found you unconsious?" The last part came out in a rush.

Shit! She saw my wings! "Don't tell anyone, or I may have to kill you." Cale managed to sound threatening when he was actually worried. "Since you saw, however, I might as well tell you." He sighs. How do I say this?

He'd actually kill me if I told anyone! Lyn thought to herself. "I won't tell. And you don't have to tell me why."

"Fine with me." Phew! Cale ran a hand through his shock of pure white hair, then looks at this new girl again. She's... beautiful... He blushes.

He's blushing? Lyn found her cheeks growing warm. Now I'm blushing! It's not fair, he's too cute! "What... What's your name?"

"I... I..." Cale was having some speech difficulty now that he realized he was talking to a pretty girl. "I'm... Cale... What... What's your name?" he finally manages.

He likes me. He likes me! "I..." Lyn was having similar speech troubles. "Lyn." She manages to retain control of herself. "So, Cale, is it?"

"Erm, yeah?"

"Do you..." Lyn starts blushing furiously"...like me?"

Yikes! This girl wants to know that I like her? Is it that obvious? And she likes me too? "Uhh..."

This Cale is as embarrassed as I am! Get it together Lyn!

A scream of fear sounds in the distance. Both man and swordswoman look up.

"Wait here, Cale," Lyn ordered. She then checked outside to see a group of bandits chasing down a small travel group. She rushed back in the tent to grab her sword. "Cale, can you fight?"

Cale just looks at her. "I'm a tactician, and I'm obviously unable to fight in my current condition, but I can help you by directing you in battle, keeping you from getting injured."

Lyn smacks herself in the head. "Right. I could use the help. Can you walk?"

Cale was feeling energized. "Hell, I can run. Let's see what we can do."

He just took command like that. And this time he didn't even stutter. Stop thinking like that! You're about to engage in combat, remember?

To the Battlefield
Cale spotted four bandits immeadiately. "Lyn, go for the first one on the left and work your way right. They won't see you coming until it's too late if you're quick."

"Right." Lyn ran directly behind the first bandit and sliced off his head so he couldn't warn the others. After doing so, she dispatched the second and third easily. The last one wasn't so easy.

"Well, what a pretty lass I got here." said the bandit.

"I'm not just another pretty face," Lyn replied, "I'll kill you!"

"You think you could stand up to Batta the Beast?" the bandit said, "Come on, lass! You'll regret it." The bandit known as Batta charged with his axe raised high.

Lyn steeled herself for his attack and barely managed to dodge his first strike. He's strong! I've got to kill him quick! Why is he staring at me?

Batta was astounded. This is a well formed woman! Shame I'll have to kill her after this. Batta readied his axe again.

Lyn readied her sword and then remembered. I'll use the attack that Father taught me. If I do it right, I'll hit him three times simultaneously. Here goes nothing! Lyn changed her sword stance so her sword was parallel to the ground and to her right. She flickered out of veiw for a second.

What is that wench doing? Where'd she go? Batta saw her at the last moment and swung his axe. "Argh... That little wench... killed me..." He fell in three parts, then Lyn stopped moving.

"He's dead. Ah!" Lyn fell to a kneeling position. He must have hit me with that final swing. What?

Cale struggled to avert his gaze from where Batta had cut open Lyn's top on his first swing. Does she even realize she's indecent out here?

"Don't look at me!" WHACK!

"Oww..." I'll take that as a yes.

That stupid bandit! He must have cut my top on the first swing! Lyn quickly covered her exposed breast and tried to walk with as much dignity as she could muster until her leg refused to hold her weight. "Ah!" She saw her side where the bandit had managed to strike. "Umm... Cale?"

Cale looked at the stone that Lyn hit him with. That hurt! "Yes?"

"I need...you to aid me back to the tent." Lyn said"You'll have to... carry me."

At this, Cale blanched. "Ca... Carry you!" Carry her? When she's... like that? "Erm... um... okay." I don't want to do this... but what the hell, she needs my help! With much reluctance, Cale picked up Lyn, wincing as his own wounds complained.

Lyn felt oddly comfortable in Cale's arms while covering herself. He's strong... yet more gentle than he'd probably admit... Lyn put her head on Cale's shoulder.

Meanwhile, Cale was desperately trying to keep his eyes averted from Lyn's exposed breast while also trying to keep from further injuring himself. Don't look, ow, don't look, ow, don't look... He managed to get her to her cot without looking and grabbed the open case of bandages and a vulnerary. It all fell apart after that. Lyn's wound was right at her lower hip and to treat it, Cale had to ask Lyn to strip off her skirt. What'll I do now!

End Chapter 2

Cale: Well, um, this is the part where I'm going somewhere else before I hurt Edwin somemore. Come on Lyn. goes to my abode in the ice wastes

Lyn: Coming!

Claen'tor: Now it gets interesting. looks at Edwin Sain gets better treatment than you do.

Edwin: battered and my nether regions are not feeling well That's not funny!

Jasith: laughs openly at Edwin's misfortune to cross me in a bad mood Nothing against you, Edwin, but I was in a bad mood when I walked in. This is also something Cale didn't tell me about when he met Lyn. watches Cale's retreating back like a wolf contemplating weakened prey

Claen'tor: RR, or I might redirect Jasith's wrath at you readers out there.