Prologue: The Girl from the Plains
The young man slept soundly in the nomad tent. He had short, brown hair, a green tunic, and green leggings. A green cape was folded on a chair near by.
Snoring peacfully, the man began to roll over and...
"WHA!"
--CRASH--
He sat up, rubbing his backside and moaning.
"Ah, you finally woke up" said a soft, female voice. "I'm glad to see you are well."
The young man blinked, and looked up. Standing in front of him was a young woman, with green hair in a long ponytail, and a long, blue-green nomad dress.
He looked up. He was previously sleeping on a bunk bed. Judging from the blanket tipping over the edge, he was on the top bunk. "You put me on the top bunk for a reason, didn't you?"
"Yep."
"...You knew I was going to fall off, didn't you?"
"Yep."
"Thought it was going to be funny, didn't you?"
"Yep."
"...Was it?"
"Tee hee, yep!"
"sheesh..."
"My name is Lyn, of the Lorca Tribe. I found you unconscious in the middle of the plains."
"No kidding" the young man laughed, brushing his hair back a bit. "My name's Cecil, and I'm a traveler."
There was a pause in their conversation, before Cecil asked, "So, what's with the bunk bed? You find people unconscious in the plains often?"
"Erm..."
"And on a completely unrelated note" Cecil picked up a picture frame sitting on Lyn's bedside table, "who's this with you in this picture?"
"An old and dear friend of mine."
"Florina, eh?"
"You know her?"
"Well, her signature's here on the lower corner of the picture. Word for word, Love, Florina. ...Huh."
Lyn tugged on the collar of her dress, gulping.
"Ya know, if I didn't know any better, it looks like you two are hugging in this photo."
"And from this angle, it looks like you are this close to touching her..."
"That's quite enough out of you!" Lyn shouted.
"Alright, I'm sorry" Cecil quickly apologized. "...She is cute though."
"I concur."
"Come again?"
"I...erm....well...you see...(Earth Mother, what I'd give for a distraction right now...)"
Suddenly, a loud and mean voice filled the air. "I am Batta the Beast, and I have come to pillage your town!"
"There's only one person here, sir" said a quieter voice, but still gruff and to pillage your tent!"
"(That'll do just nicely). Sounds like trouble. Cecil, you stay here where it's safe."
"With your permission, m'lady, I'd like to accompany you," Cecil offered.
"Oh? Can you use a weapon?"
"With some degree. But my true talent lies in strategizing."
"A tactician, eh? Well, alright. Just be careful."
Cecil gave another laugh, before stepping forward. "I'm always carefu--WHA!"
Cecil landed flat on his face, after tripping over a discarded pot. "...You did not see that."
Lyn grinned slyly. "I did not see that."
"Good!"
"So, what's your plan, Cecil?"
The tactician looked out over the field. "There's only two of them. They don't look like much, but I wouldn't put it past them. Hmm...the little generic guy shouldn't prove too much of a problem, so here's my plan: Advance towards him, and stop. As he makes a charge at you, run him down."
"Sounds like a really crappy plan, but, okay."
"Gee, go STRAIGHT for my pride. Thanks a lot..."
"You're welcome." Before Cecil could shout at her some more, she dashed out towards the generic axe man, and skidded to a halt. "I just hope it works."
"Here I come!" shouted the bandit, charging at Lyn, axe held high. The nomad girl bent down, placing a hand on her hilt. She stood steady for a bit, before...
--SKERLT--
With a dash, Lyn zipped past the bandit, before sheathing her sword. She watched as the bandit fell flat on his face. "Wow. It worked" she muttered. "Guess I was wrong about you, Cecil. So, any master plan on getting rid of big ugly over there?"
"None, really."
"Okay, I was wrong about being wrong about you. sigh Alright. I'll just wing it."
"So, you challenge ME? Batta the Beast? You have no chance to defeat me, little girl!"
"We'll see." Lyn made an advance towards Batta, before coming a wee too close.
"Rah!" he shouted, swinging his axe in a forward arch. Lyn leapt back, avoiding the attack. She then pulled out her sword, and...vanished from sight.
"Wh...where did she go?" Batta blubbered.
"Kya-ya-ya-ya!" Lyn screamed, suddenly appearing in a burst of speed, slashing Batta all over.
"What? How....how did you--"
--Plop--
"What a weird way to go. With a plop."
"Good call on the plop, Ryuu."
"Thank you."
As Lyn and Cecil sat back down at her tent, having a bit to eat after the fight, Lyn brought up an interesting question. "Would it...would it be alright if I were to join you in your travels? You have experience in the ways of war, and I need someone at my back when I go into combat. I want to protect people from people like those we fought today, and to do that, I need to get stronger."
"Well, I'd be happy for you to come with, but you might want to ask your parents first. Come to think of it, why haven't I met any nomads out here asides from you?"
Lyn looked disheartened, some tears in her eyes. "My parents...my tribe...they were killed by bandits. A whole mass of them. Only ten of us, including myself, survived. And we spread out, to avoid being caught altogether."
"I'm begining to notice a pattern with you Fire Emblem stars."
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Anyway, sure you can come with. You think I could survive out there by myself? Have you even wondered why you found me unconscious on the plains?"
"What happened?"
"Stay away from me!"
Cecil was being pursued by a small group of rogues and axemen. "We want your stuff! Give it to us, and we'll let you live!"
"Like hell I'll trust my fate in the hand of you jerks! I'd rather di-aieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
--THUD-- --Roll roll roll--
Cecil had successfully run himself off a cliff. Seeing as they found no point in pursuing anymore, the rogues and axemen just left.
"... ... ...paaaain..." Cecil moaned.
"Ah..." Lyn chirped, after listening to Cecil's explanation.