First time contributing to the Fire Emblem fandom! I haven't written fanfic in a long while because of school, so I hope this meets the standard.

Itchy.

The sensation was lost on me once my hand grabbed the nearest thing that felt like tissue and blew my nose into it. Wiped it, too, for a good measure.

"Heheh." The relief I felt was immense. No more boogers up my nose…

Whatever I used to blow my nose shifted. I blinked my eyes open, yelping when something firm and roundly sharp roughly pushed my head. A high-pitched, feminine shriek sounded.

Rich, this woman was. White furs, an extravagant frilly dress…

I… wasn't I reading a book? In bed? This is… How did I even get into some kind of garden?

It screamed moola. Lots of it.

She was a typical blond rich lady. Stylish hat with frills and other ornaments, fancy cane. Too much makeup… and snot sticking to the bottom of her red dress.

Oh no.

"I had thought I told your kind clearly," Her cane whacked my face. Ow. "But I will tell you again, filthy gamine—"

Who even used those fancy wooden canes anymore? The aesthetic is nice and all, but this was plain dangerous. I mean, at least this woman didn't have any sort of firearm on her.

"Look, lady. I don't know how I got into your garden or something, but I was doing some school work—"

"Lies!" She screamed. "Filthy liars on this noble honorable land!"

The butt of the cane grazed my ear. Again, ouch. The hit was harder than last time. Forget firearms, the cane shouldn't even exist—this lady shouldn't even have it. At all.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'll get out of your hair right now." I scrambled to my feet. Holding my hands up, I hope she caught it as a surrender.

She did not.

Why am I so small?

She stood so tall that I was practically up to her thighs. I flinched a bit, seeing the cane swing down from the godforsaken sky.

Instead of beating me with the stick, the handle nudged my back. I stumbled forward. She sniffed. "I will be merciful and grant you the way to the gates. Do not enter the land of Nuvelle again." Her eyes looked down on me with a distasteful look. The cane hooked my twiggy arm and pulled.

Nuvelle? The name sounds vaguely familiar. I crinkled my brows or at least attempted to. How do people even do it?

You know, usually, when you see a suspicious person on your property you call the police.

I didn't question it, though. Her methods wanted to make me cry. Her hits weren't really painful, but I just wanted her to stop because you don't hit suspecting persons even after they surrender.

If this woman would age to her older years, I'd definitely avoid her and her house for as long as I live.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I?!"

Her Majesty had left me the moment I turned my back. I stood barefoot on cobbled streets, watching various kindly dressed fellows walking and vending their goods. Some looked to be wearing archaic armor paired with actual spears.

I definitely wasn't anywhere near home anymore. This place was wider, for lack of a better word, than the city I live in. Cobbled roads reminded me of the park that was a couple of blocks away, the vendors reminded me of open world video games and the rich blond ladies with canes…

Ugh.

My stomach growled.

Well, so much for eating a bag of oreos at midnight.

"Argh, I'm so sick of oreos."

A lock of hair landed in front of me. I blew it off, tucking the green strand behind my ear.

Wait a minute. Green?

I walked to a stand. It sold many types of fruit that I hardly recognized. One of the signs read Organic Noa CHEAP in bold lettering. What in God's name was a Noa? "Sir, what color are my eyeballs?"

The vendor, a young man with an unfortunate receding hairline, as though he was about to greet one lucky customer, stopped and looked down.

I didn't touch any of the items, less he had a cane too.

"Ah, well. Your eyes are green, young one."

Lovely. A nicer person. "Thank you for confirming, sir." I gave him a closed eyed smile, an epitome of innocence. Or, well, I thought it did. It looked better in my head, with sunshine and rainbows and mini fairies dancing around my face.

Once I got away from everything else, I swerved a corner and hid behind some crates. I pinched my nose, the smell of sun drying fish burning my sinuses.

I was literally a child. A tiny, defenseless god-forsaken child. I felt the waterworks starting to burn behind my eyeballs, treacherously leaking through. I wiped them, allowing the smell of rotting fish into my nose.

Little ol' me sat there, behind crates much bigger than me, for what felt like a long time. It could've been minutes or hours. The sky was turning orange as the sun was shining its last moments for the day. If anyone were to look behind the dock, behind a pile of packing crates, they would've seen a sad little child. A kid hugging their knees in a too matted form.

I sighed, too tired for this shit. "This is a new life, now." I dipped my head, running my twiggy fingers through my tangled hair. My stomach growled for the seventh time. "Those raw fishies are looking mighty tasty… But who the hell knows what fly might've put its babies in there?"

I paused my self-combing, retracing my movements with my hands. They stopped over my ears. Oh, there it was again! Something roundly pointed grazed my palm.

It was my ears.

Isn't this where it's normal to start panicking? Here? Now? Okay.

I screeched into the sunset.

Hello! If you've gotten to the end and are reading this, then I would like some feedback on what you think. You don't have to, but I'd like something that can improve my writing.

This is my first time writing in first person so it's really rough around the edges with repeating myself. I was afraid of using "I" a lot on every line that I tried fitting in different words to make it flow better.