Hello, everyone! Here's the second chapter of this fic. I know, I know, it was about time, but I had been so busy with school lately, that I almost had no time left, but now that I finished school and started my vacations, I got a lot of free time.

A/N:By the way, english is not my first language, spanish is, I'm from latin america. I have a beta now, ThorHammer17, so I hope there's nothing wrong.

Chapter two: Part one.

"Getting To know you better."

Previously…

He changed his clothes and then went back to Lyndis' side.

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"So, Eliwood... What do you want to talk about?"- she asked.

They were sitting on the floor, in front of the fireplace.

"Well... I wanted to know more about you... I mean, I know that you were born in Sacae and that about a year and a half ago you found out that you were Marquess Caelin granddaughter, and that you have been living with Lord Hausen for a year now... But besides that, I know nothing about you."

"What do you want to know exactly?"

"Hmm... I don't know really... How your life was in Sacae before knowing the true about your mother's family and... before the attack from the bandits... And stuff like that. Of course, only if you want to."

Lyndis seemed deep in thoughts for a moment, then she smiled. "I grew up on the plains... You must know that... My childhood wasn't anything special compared to other Sacaean children. My life when I was a child was pretty normal..."

"Lyndis! Lyndis, where are you?... Oh, that girl... Lyndis, please, you are going to be late for school!"- said a twenty-five-years-old woman. She had green eyes and brown hair, a slender and beautiful body; anybody could think she was a noble woman, but that was hardly possible, since no noble would marry a nomad.

She walked a few steps closer to the woods near her home.

There was a soft noise coming from the bushes at the woman's side, she turned around and saw a five-years-old girl coming out from them. The girl had green hair, that came down to her shoulders, and a pair of beautiful green eyes; her resemblance with the woman in front of her was enough to know that they were mother and daughter. The little girl giggled and walked up to her mother, the woman smiled down at her.

"I'm here, mommy."

The woman sighed. "Oh, Lyndis, where were you? Your father and I have been looking for you and you were nowhere around the tribe; we got worried."- she said.

"But I was right there in the woods, I was not too far from the house."- Lyndis said.

"Oh, Lyndis, I'm even more worried now. How many times have I told you to not go into the woods alone? Something could have happened to you."

"But nothing happened and I wasn't alone, I was with the other children of our tribe."

"Lyndis, you know that the other children of the Lorca are older than you. They won't be taking care of you if you go with them to the woods, they will take care of themselves. They don't go there to play as you think, they go there to train, to improve their skills with the bow."

Lyndis looked at her feet. "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, sweetheart... Just don't do that again. If you want to go to the woods ask your father to go with you."- she said, kneeling in front of her and hugging her daughter.

"Madelyn?"- they heard a male voice coming from the house.

"I'm right here, Hassar."- Madelyn said.

A twenty-eight-years-old man stepped out of the house. He was tall and very handsome, he had green hair, just like the little girl, and gray eyes. He was about to talk again, but stopped when he saw the little girl in the woman's arms. He smiled.

"So... you found her... Thanks Father Sky..."- Hassar walked close to them, a worried expression on his face.

"Don't worry, Hassar, she's alright."- Madelyn said, standing up with Lyndis in her arms.

"That's a relief..."- he then turned to Lyndis. "Now, young lady, we have to go to Bulgar as soon as possible, because you are very late for school."- he said, taking her in his arms.

Lyndis giggled and nodded.

The three of them went to the front of the house.

Hassar had his horse ready to leave. Hassar kissed his wife gently in the cheek and then mounted his horse carefully, since he had Lyndis in his arms. He placed his daughter on the horse, in front of him.

"Please, be careful, Hassar."- Madelyn said.

"Don't worry, I will. Are you ready, Lyndis?"

"Yes, daddy!... Bye, mommy."

"Bye, darling."- she said as she watched them rode off.

Lyndis was a very happy girl. She had everything a child could ask for: a great family and nice friends; though, most of them were from the other tribes of Sacae, since there weren't many children of her age in the Lorca.

"There you go, honey."- Hassar said, putting the child in the ground.

"Thanks, daddy!"- Lyndis said and run towards the entrance of the school.

"I'll come to pick you up!"

"Okay!"

Lyndis got into her classroom just in time for the lesson.

She had met most of her childhood friends there, in the school of Bulgar. However, she never had any real close friend, all of them were... just friends. After school, Lyndis and her friends went to a park in the center of Bulgar, near the school. They usually played their favorite games until their parents went to pick them up. But not everyday.

"Lyn! Let's go to Mrs. Rashah's house! She promised to tell us a tale today!"- said a boy with black hair and blue eyes, then he began to run.

"Hey, Monke, wait up!"- Lyndis ran after him.

There were some days in which the children went to an old lady's house. She lived alone on a little house, at south of Bulgar. Some people said that she was the great-granddaughter of Hannon and that that was why she knew so much of the Eight Legends. Rashah was a kind old lady, she would tell the children all kind of tales and legends. They all listened to her very carefully.

Lyndis paused for a moment, smiling softly at the memory of her childhood.

Eliwood watched her fascinated, listening to every single word that came out of her mouth.

Then, she spoke again. "But, you know? The tale we enjoyed the most was the tale of the Eight Legends... We waited for her to tell us that tale..."

The kids knocked at the door and waited patiently for the old lady to open it. Then the door opened slowly. "So, you came, kids..."- she said, smiling at the children.

"Of course we came! We wouldn't waste this chance!"- Monke said.

There were around seven or eight kids. And they all went in to the house. Rashah sat on a chair, while the kids sat on the floor.

"Mrs. Rashah, tell us about the Eight Legends!"- Monke said.

"Yeah! Tell us about The Scouring!"- a boy said.

"Tell us the Legend of Hannon!"- a girl said and they all agreed with her.

Lyndis remained quiet. She only wanted her friends to stop talking so that lady Rashah would tell them the tale. Even if she had already heard it like a thousand of times, she didn't get tired of it.

"Okay, children. Listen now."

The children became quiet all of a sudden. And the old lady began.

"Once upon a time... almost a millennium ago... there was a woman who, because she so wanted to protect her homeland -The Plains of Sacae- fought against dragons, alongside seven others heroes... in a war called The Scouring..."

Rashah made a pause to look at the children. They were listening carefully to her. She smiled and then she went on.

"This woman was Hannon, a young and proud daughter of Sacae... The war lasted many years, many were killed, until, finally, man-kind won and dragon-kind was forced to flee from this world... When the war ended, these eight heroes returned to their homes... Hannon returned to her beloved plains and was greeted with so much affection from her people... From that day on, she was called: Hannon, the horseman."

"Wow..."- the children said.

"It is said that the people of Sacae has been known as the Children of Hannon since then."

Lyndis smiled, she knew that they were known as the Children of Hannon, she knew that very well. And meanwhile her friends were fighting over who was the best child of Hannon, she excused herself with the old lady and left. She ran to the school, knowing her father was probably there already.

"I see. Well, that tale is not too different from the one that we tell here in Lycia, they do have something in common. But don't mind me. Go on."- Eliwood said.

Lyndis nodded. "Well... uhmm... I always liked swords, that's the main reason of why most of my friends were boys..."- she laughed a little at that.

Lyndis watched the inner garden of her house from the window.

In a couple of minutes her father would go out to practice with his sword. And as always, she would go out with him to watch him train. Then Hassar took his sword and went outside, Lyndis following close behind.

As Lyndis watched him practice, she thought how much she wished she could do that; use the sword like her father used it. She always dreamed of the day she would be a swordfighter, just like her father. And maybe, she would be as good as him.

Lyndis snapped out of her memories when she felt a hand in her shoulder.

For a moment there, her eyes had filled with sadness, but after a second it was gone; however, Eliwood did see it.

"When did you start to practice fencing?"

Lyndis smiled at him. "If I remember well, it was at the age of eight..."

An eight-years-old Lyndis was waiting for her father in the backyard of their house. He had said he wanted to show her something. So there she was. She had turned eight a few days ago.

Lyndis was remembering her birthday party, when her father stepped out of the house.

"Lyndis."- Hassar said.

The girl looked at him and smiled. "What did you want to show me, daddy?"- she asked.

Hassar pulled out something from behind him and handed it to his daughter.

Lyndis watched the object in front of her, not believing her eyes. She took the object in her hands. It was a sword, her first sword. She looked up to his father, no knowing what to say.

"Daddy..."

"It's yours, princess."

Lyndis smiled again. "Thank you..."- and she hugged him.

"You're welcome."- he said. "Well, Lyndis, I am giving you this because I think it's time for you to learn how to use a sword."

"Yeah!!"- she said, jumping in excitement.

"Hassar..."- Madelyn said, walking up to her husband. She had been watching them for a while. "Are you sure it is alright to teach her now?"

"I know she is still a child, Madelyn, but... I want her to be able to protect herself... We won't be always by her side, you know that."

"Yes..."

Hassar turned to Lyndis. "Okay, let us begin."

And so, the training began.

It was difficult at first, Lyndis couldn't keep her hands from shaking nervously. Though, she tried her best to stop her shaking hands, but the nervousness that she felt was too much for her.

Her father waited patiently for her to calm down. And once Lyndis got used to her sword, relaxing completely, the real training began. Hassar watched his daughter do everything he told her to do, and he smiled.

Even though it was the first time Lyndis held a real sword, she got used to it really fast. And despite all the mistakes she was making, they were only normal during her first day of practice.

Hassar could see she was skilled with the sword.

"Okay, that's enough for today."- he said, after a few hours.

Lyndis fell to her knees, panting. "I don't... want to... stop... I can... go on..."- she said.

"No. You're too tired. We will continue tomorrow, now go clean up and then go to sleep. You need to rest."

"But...!"- she tried to protest.

"Lyndis."

The girl frowned and nodded; she stood up and walked towards the house.

Hassar smiled at his daughter. He knew she would be a great swordfighter, better than the one he could ever be.

"... A few weeks after that he told me that he believed that, one day, I would be a great swordfighter, but... I don't know what to think."- she bowed her head, hiding her face.

Eliwood put a hand in her shoulder. "You are a great swordfighter, Lyndis."- he said, smiling at her. "And a very beautiful one too... And I'm not talking only about your swordplay; you are beautiful in every little way possible."- he added.

Lyndis snapped her head up, looking at him, shocked by his words. "What…?"- she managed to say.

Eliwood didn't realize what he had said, until he saw a slight blush on Lyndis' face; he blushed too. "I… uhh… I…"- he stammered.

The redhead didn't understand what had made him say that, maybe it was because deep down inside he wanted to or maybe not; he could not tell, he wasn't sure of anything at the moment. The only thing he was certain was that he didn't regret saying those words, not one bit.

Lyndis was way too nervous to reply, to say anything at all, so she continued telling him about her life when she was young.

She sighed to calm down a bit. "Well, as I was saying…"

After that first afternoon of spar, Hassar had seen the skill in his daughter, and decided that the speed at which he taught her would depend on the speed at which she learned. But over the next few days, Hassar found himself too busy with his leadership duties to continue the training. It wasn't until two weeks later when he, finally, found enough time to teach his daughter again.

"Where's Lyndis?"- he asked his wife, while sitting on the couch. He was exhausted, but he had promised his daughter that that day they would begin her training.

Madelyn looked up to her husband and smiled. "She's in her room."- she replied and continued with what she was doing. She was knitting a new sweater for her little girl. "Do you want me to call her?"- she said, still smiling.

Hassar nodded. "Yes, please."- he said.

"Lyndis! Could you come here, please?"- the woman said.

Lyndis stepped into the living room a moment later. "What is it, mom?"- she asked.

Hassar stood up. "Go get your sword, you start the real training today."- he said.

"Yeah!!"- the girl screamed in joy and run towards her room, then she came back ready to train.

"Be careful, honey."- Madelyn said.

"Yes, mommy!"- and with that, Lyndis went outside.

The man sighed. "Oh boy…"- he whispered, then turned to his wife. "Madelyn?"

"Yes, Hassar?"

"Are you sure you are okay with this? The training and all?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, since you weren't raised like this, so I thought…"- he paused when he saw his wife smiling amused at him. "What?"

"Hassar, my love, of course I don't mind that you train Lyndis with swords… I actually think is for the best; she needs to be able to protect herself sometimes."- she stood up and walked towards her beloved, kissing him softly on the lips. "Now, hurry up, Lyndis is waiting for you."

Hassar nodded and went outside; he saw his daughter was more than ready to begin and smiled. He began to teach her the basics and told her to do everything he said at a slow rate, so she wouldn't injure herself.

Madelyn came out of their house after a moment and sat on a trunk nearby, she watched in silence how her child put all her efforts in the practice. The brown-haired woman was very proud of her little daughter, she was certain that Lyndis was going to be a great swordfighter and a very beautiful one.

Hassar, while he instructed the girl, found himself speeding up the pace of the lessons rather quickly; he hadn't expect his daughter to progress so quickly. He knew she was a quick learner, but he never knew she was this fast.

"Okay, that's enough, Lyndis."- he said.

Lyndis fell to her knees, catching her breath. She couldn't even talk, so she just nodded her head.

Her mother helped her up and took her inside, Hassar following close behind.

Lyndis cleaned herself up, and then fell asleep the moment she touch her pillow.

After almost a year, Lyndis had learned everything her father taught her, she was done with the basics, now she only needed to develop her own style; that was the most difficult part of the training.

Her father was very happy and very proud of her.

"Well, princess, I taught you all that I know, now you only have to find your own style and work on it everyday."- Hassar said.

"But what's wrong with the style that I use now?"

"Nothing, really. But is pretty much like my own. I don't mind you using my style, but that's not the point of your training, or else I would have taught you my style instead of the basics."

"Oh…"

"We will spar every afternoon, starting tomorrow."

"Yes, daddy."

And as promised, they began to spar every afternoon.

Each sparring session was more and more difficult to Lyndis, but she didn't mind that. However, what was really difficult to her was to develop her own style with the sword and that frustrated her sometimes, but she knew it would take her some time to develop her style. Lyndis was also aware that she didn't have time to play with her friends anymore, she missed them sometimes, but she wasn't sad at all; it was worth the sacrifice, after all she was doing something she loved and she got to spend some time with her father. He was always so busy most of day.

Lyndis paused for a second. "I never heard my mother complain about the training, she was fine with it. She actually believed it would be helpful, just in case if bandits were to attack me when I was alone."- she said.

"That was very nice of your mother."- Eliwood commented, getting Lyndis' attention.

"Excuse me?"

The young man smiled. "I mean, no noble lady would let her daughter do that kind of stuffs."- he replied.

Lyndis smiled back at him. "That's true, but my mother was not the average noble lady."

Eliwood just nodded.

There was a comfortable silence between them, where they were watching the fire. Neither wanting to break that moment. Lyndis turned to look at Eliwood and found him looking at her, she turned away trying to hide her blush. And not being familiar with what she was feeling, she decided to break the silence.

To be continued…

Well, that's for now. See you in the next part of this chapter!!

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Edit: 08.04.2008