Disclaimer: My name doesn't go on the copyright to Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken. Believe me, I've checked.


The Blazing Blade: Did you read that chapter completely? He is what you'd term a Gary-Stu, but I don't flaunt his abilities, and you'd be lucky if I wrote one chapter where he actually gets into the fight. And I find nothing wrong with being able to wield either a bow, a sword, an axe, or a lance at anytime. I could do that myself, and so could anyone else. As for the magic aspect... I guess you dislike Athos as well?

Raith Illuser: What is this about Lemon Licker? Never mind. A cult following... sounds nice... it would sound better if I had more readers saying it, though.

dude (anonymous): You need to read The Official Fanfiction University of Rekka no Ken by Vyctori. Then you'd understand my frustration at your lackluster reviews... XO YAARGH!


Claen'tor: Back on, and free to stay on again!

Edwin: You've been celebrating that for how long?

Claen'tor: Okay, I get your point. Anyway... this is my chapter where they finally get going.

Edwin: No shit, Sherlock. Took you long enough.

Cale: Be kind, Edwin. He had to develop a solid base for the story first, after all.

Edwin: -looking at the reviews- Suure... Not much of a base to me. More like a wooden stool missing two legs.

Claen'tor: ...

Jasith: Okay, that's enough, you three. I get my first appearance in this chapter! Annnddd... FIC!


Chapter 5: A Plan of Searching

Cale woke to a bucket of water to his face.

"LYN!" he yelled as he spluttered, the water soaking his white hair, making it look like he had a drowned white cat atop his head.

Lyn was grinning as Cale made his ruminations to get rid of the water all over him.

"What was that for?" he accused, before assuming his nominal calm expression, hair still soaked.

"It's time to get going, and you overslept. The Aragan tribe wants to make camp here, and currently I want no part of the tribes," she sadi as she started packing up her scant belongings and limited gold supplies, "We should go to Bulgar to aquire some traveling supplies. I'm selling this tent to one of the tribesmen along with Erin. We'll traverse on foot."

Cale shook himself off. "You definitely planned out this part well."

"Do you know where we'll go to look for your wife?" Lyn asked.

Cale thought for a moment. "I'm not sure, but since Bern was where I last was with her, I guess we'll head there, and see what we can find out."

"Sounds good to me. I would have probably gone there anyway because of personal reasons." Lyn didn't elaborate, so Cale chose not to ask.

Outside, the sounds of a camp were growing louder, tents going up quickly.

Cale donned a cloak he found in Lyn's travelbag with her permission. It fit him pretty well, and was a pleasant green color. After all, snow-white hair and my miniaturized wings would definitely attract unwanted attention.

"What do you think, Lyn? Does it hide my features well enough?" he asked as he flipped the hood up, making sure it hid the spiky locks of hair that usually hung down over his temples.

Lyn looked him up and down, then encircled him to make sure it wasn't bulky around Cale's wing stubs. "It works. I need to finish my transaction with the Aragan tribesman, then we'll go."

They walked out of the tent, and a black-haired man with angular features and a longscar across hisnoseapproached with a small purse of coins.

"Lyn of the Lorca, here is the payment for your horse and shelter. Six hundred gold, as we agreed," he said, peering at Cale's mostly hidden features as he did so, "Who is this? You certainly sleep with no Sacaen tribesman, Lyn of the Lorca."

"His appearance is concealed for personal reasons, Gerik of the Aragan, and I allowed him to use my tent as I am traveling with him to help him find his wife," Lyn said as sheglared at Gerik.

Gerik looked abashed. "My apologies, Lyn of the Lorca. I was at error. Your gold?" He offered it out.

Lyn took it, carefully checking to make sure that the amount was paid in full. "Take good care of Erin, Gerik of the Aragan. Let's go Cale."

Cale looked at Lyn for a second, searching for any emotion, but found nothing out of the ordinary in her posture, or facial expression. He then followed her, on his way to find his wife. Be safe, Jasith. I'm coming.


A hidden room, unknown location

"Cale..." she whispered, her husband's name giving her small comfort over her situation.

The creature in front of her was nothing more than a construct, but it had feelings.

"Who is Cale, human woman?" the creature known as Kishuna asked.

"No one... Someone I have little hope of seeing again..." Jasith replied, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

The door opened, and a pair of children, one older, in her late teens by all appearances, and the other, a younger boy who looked about twelve, were tossed in the room unceremoniously. Jasith got a strange premonition of their looks. Both had bright whitish-blue hair. They remind me of Cale, but are... different... Could they be part-dragon as well?

The teen girl, got up slowly, slightly stunned. Her eyes were red as blood rubies. "Am I on Elibe?"

Kishuna spoke again. "That you are. It seems you are also prisoners of my creator."

Jasith cut in. "What is your name?"

"...Ninian..." the girl replied. "...What is yours? ...Are you a prisoner as well?"

"I am Jasith. And I am a prisoner, but he is not. This is his home," Jasith indicated Kishuna. "You are a part-dragon, Ninian, are you not?"

Ninian straightened slightly, hinting at nobility, and answered Jasith frankly. "Yes... How would you know that?"

"..." Jasith didn't answer.

Kishuna watched this exchange quietly, as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Flashback-
Number 36 awoke, but could not see. He heard voices.

"Why do you give this one emotion, Lord Nergal? He has no need of it, does he? After all, he's only a construct."

"Don't question me, Sormac. I will choose to do what I wish with my creations. You would call it experimentation, but it is creation nonetheless. Now leave me to my ministrations."

Number 36 sank back into slumber.

End Flashback-

"Kishuna? Are you okay?" Jasith looked at the blood-haired construct oddly.

Kishuna shook the memory clear. "I'm fine, just questioning my own existence. Nothing worth talking of."

The boy stirred...

End Chapter 5


Claen'tor: What do you think? Next chapter is when Sain and Kent enter the scene!

Edwin: Yes! Sain! My favourite! -silly dance-

Cale: Only because he acts a lot like you.

Jasith: I like Kent better. Always the knightly, courteous man. And always meticulous in appearance. Like Cale here. -grins, andpats her husband on the back-

Claen'tor: You two can duke it out next chapter which one is better. For now, my readers must know something. I changed Ninian and Nils' hair color from the game because I say they are ice elemental dragons, which look like ice sculptures due to being of the cold element they were born of. Would you think that a dragon that looks like ice would have green hair? I thought not, so I changed it. And tell me what you think of my description of Kishuna so far. I'll describe him more thoroughly later.Reveiw, because I know you readers liked this chapter. I've gotten better at writing already, and I've rewritten my third chapter for crappiness. Until Chapter 6: Change of Plans, I bid thee adieu!