THis is my second fic...in fire emblem because my first got deleted...because it ran out of life... Anyways I own no characters except for Kyle, Jaron, Erif, and Leena. So...R&R and enjoy!

For a long time all that Kyle could see was darkness…and it wasn't so bad. If that was what death was like…then it didn't both Kyle… But then he could see some light far off in the distance, and it intrigued him. However his senses soon returned and he realized that this 'light' was the sun. Then Kyle could hear the birds whistling in the morning…and he realized with slight dismay that he was still alive. Wherever he was Kyle could tell that there was a woman's voice…no an angel's voice, from somewhere close by.

Finally, curious as to whether he was dead or alive, Kyle dared to open his eyes. He was inside of what he believed to be a Ger, a small tent that the people of Sacae used to travel around their precious plains. His arrival in Sacae however was a mystery to him. The only thing he remembered was vanishing from the island, and then he was somewhere strange holding his… Wait! Where did his weapon go?! Kyle sat up in the bed, and suddenly noticed that his shirt was off, then pulling the covers back further he noticed that his pants were gone as well. Luckily he still had on his undergarments.

So that was the thief's plan…kidnapping, and then taking of his money… Outraged and frightened he took a quick survey of his surroundings. There were a few trophies from hunts, a few bows and swords, a screen, the bed he was in, a small table beside the bed, and what look like a kitchen behind the screen. In the middle was what seemed to be a dining area of one table, and three chairs. Kyle assumed that plates were in the kitchen area.

Suddenly the angelic and lilting voice that Kyle had heard the other night before he blacked out waltzed to his ears with melodious sounds.. Accompanying the voice was a young woman that Kyle assumed was about his own age, around seventeen or eighteen. His first thought was simply how stunning she was. Her countenance radiant, her hair was lime green, and her eyes were brown and radiant. She was of average weight neither plump nor skinny, but what surprised Kyle was how strong she looked. He could see that she had trained for quite a while. Her clothes were like that of a female swordmaster, which is a robe that was cut out on the sides of the legs to allow for movement.

Kyle stopped admiring her beauty when he noticed that she was approaching the bed. He pulled the covers over up to his chin, and suddenly realized that he looked like a child cowering in its bed.

She seemed to laugh to herself, no doubt about how silly her guest looked. She set a small tray on the bedside table and sat down on the side of the bed. A warm citrus smell permeated the Ger and emanated from the drink the woman had just set down on the bed table beside him.

"Are you awake yet?"

When Kyle failed to stir, let alone respond, she walked up and knocked on his head.

"Helloooo… You aren't dead are you?" she asked.

Kyle thought for a few seconds and shook his head. Then pushing the covers back and sitting up in the bed he finally started to speak.

"No I am very much alive… It is just that I am frightened." He sat up in the bed..

The girl smiled, and said, "Well at any rate I am Lyn of the Lorca tribe. You're safe now. What brings you to the plains of Sacae? Would you share with me your name, and your story?"

"Umm…I am…Kyle. That's my name Kyle. I was in the plains…when I blacked out…I think that you saved my life…Lyn."

The girl nodded which made her ponytail bounce around. "Yes. I was looking around the plains when suddenly I noticed your limp form struggling across the plains. I tried to run over to stop you from losing consciousness…but I was a little too late, and you fell face first into the dirt."

Suddenly he remembered that his clothes were mostly gone. Kyle began to blush and slid down low into the bed. Seeing how red he turned, and how far he went into the bed she asked, "Are you alright? Do you have a fever? You seem to be burning up."

Kyle shook his head. "No…" he replied. "Where are my pants?"

Lyn pointed to the screen. Kyle rose from the bed, and half limped half ran and picked his pants off the screen. Then he put them back on. They had been torn last night but they seem to have been repaired by someone.

"Your shirt is over there too," Lyn said pointing next to where his pants had been. "Your clothes were horribly torn… Had you been fighting?" she asked.

Kyle shook his head. "No… I wasn't fighting… I was just running…"

A shocked look came across her face. "You were running? From what was your flight?" she asked.

"A group of assassins that wanted to kill me… No doubt that they still do…" Kyle sighed. Then he pulled his shirt off the screen, and pulled a small pouch that had been tied to the side of his tapered pants. He threw it to Lyn.

She opened the bag and gasped. Then she walked over to him, and tried to give it back. Kyle however would hear none of it.

"You saved my life… You fixed my clothes… You tended to my wounds… I can't repay you enough for all that… That is just a meager thank you…"

She was still shocked. "But ten thousand gold?! There are some that never see this much in their lives! Yet you carry around this much as though it was common place!"

Kyle shrugged. "I just had a good job…what more is to be said?"

"Well…at any rate I can't accept your money. It just wouldn't be right."

Suddenly however he put his hand over her mouth, and listened outside. Lyn listened hard but could not hear the sound that he seemed to hear.

Then with a bit of force Kyle leapt to his feet, and winced slightly as he landed on an injury. He continued to move toward the door limping on his left foot with every step. Finally he walked outside…and dropped to the ground.

"D-Damn! My foot… It hurts! I…must've been…hurt worse than I thought…"

Lyn walked out and allowed her to lean on her shoulder. She led him out to the field and the two looked out upon the plains. A good distance away were a few brigands wandering around.

"Bandits!" Lyn said. "They must have come down from the Biran Mountains ."

Kyle looked up. "No doubt they plan on raiding the local villages…" Lyn hesitated slightly. "Aren't you going to do anything?"

Lyn looked down at Kyle. "I…I don't know if I can do anything…to stop them…"

Kyle looked at the ground. "Very well then… Let me down." She did as he instructed and watched him walk off.

The first two men were without shirts, and looked very intimidating and muscular, but Kyle walked out quite calmly except for his limp. He looked intimidating as well…but in a different sense. Kyle was svelte, slightly muscular and looked like most knights, but what made him so intimidating was his eyes. When Kyle was angry, Lyn had noticed that his eyes seemed to burn with rage.

Suddenly he reached the first bandit. The axe-wielding villain turned to him, and laughed.

"Well look what we 'ave 'ere! Some little pup 'as gotten lost!"

Kyle stared at the man with his fiery gaze. "Leave, now."

The brigand laughed. "You think you can command me? I'll teach you right!!" The brigand held out his axe, and then leapt in the air making a slight arch as he brought it down. But Kyle dodged by moving his foot slightly, and then he leapt at the man, both hands out spread. The next thing Lyn could see was the brigand's head in Kyle's grip and then there was a loud snap! The bandit's body went limp, and Kyle let it drop to the ground.

Lyn rushed out to help Kyle as the second brigand attacked. The next one performed the same action putting even more weight behind the strike, but Lyn pushed Kyle out of the way, and barely got nicked by the bandit's axe. The girl swung around, drew her blade, and struck. Her slash took the man's head clean off. Blood spurted out of the gaping hole where the man's head had been. Kyle reached into Lyn's satchel procuring a vulnerary and used it to heal her.

Then the two moved on to the last man. He towered over both of them, and laughed.

"Who are you?! You think you can stand up to Batta the Beast?!"

Lyn got hit by the man's axe, and struck doing little damage. "Blast…he's tough… It all comes down to this next blow; Kyle if I fall I want you to flee you must escape!"

Kyle however shook his head. "I won't get away fast enough. My foot would hinder my progress."

Lyn nodded and the Beast attacked. She dodged his fell stroke, and suddenly split into three. The first two flew past him, and suddenly she struck stabbing her blade deep into his gullet.

"Wha-? H-How did you…" Then the man fell.

"Good work today! Let's go back."

Lyn and Kyle returned to the Ger. Though Kyle wished to take leave as quickly as he could, she invited him to have dinner with her, and not wishing to refuse someone he found so beautiful, he agreed to remain.

He strolled around the Ger as Lyn prepared the food, and gazed at all the phenomenal items on display: a great beast felling bow, and a sword decorated with jewels, and a few heads of animals.

"Food's ready!" Lyn suddenly cried out. Kyle walked over to the small table he'd seen earlier. Lyn walked over with a two large pieces of beef, carrots, and potatoes upon a platter. Setting it down upon the middle of the oak table, she then sat down on a chair on the other side.

"So… How did you learn to cook like this?" Kyle said seeing the meal set before him.

"…I've been alone for awhile, and due to this I learned to cook." Her tone was somber and sad, until she quickly changed the subject. "Kyle I can see you have some experience in the ways of war… I wish to journey and become stronger…so that I can get vengeance… May I accompany you?"

Sensing a pattern within her speech he quickly replied, "Would you please get permission from your parents to journey with me?"

Lyn's head suddenly bowed. "Y-You want me to get permission from my parents?"

Kyle nodded even though he knew she more than likely couldn't see this gesture. "Yes. Is that a problem?"

He could see Lyn slowly nod her head. "Yes…it is… You see my people…the Lorca…they don't… I'm the last of my tribe. It was six months ago. Bandits came down from the Biran Mountains…it took only one night… The survivors numbered less than ten…including me… I wanted to lead them…but our people are so old-fashioned…no one would follow a woman… No one would follow me…"

Kyle got to his feet. "So…what you seek is revenge against the bandits… If that is why you journey…" he said walking over to Lyn and lifting her eyes to his, "then you shall never get strong enough. To gain strength…you must fight for someone other than yourself… Your blade's cutting edge cannot ring in grief and still be righteous."

Tears began to form at Lyn's eyes. The two stood there for a moment in total silence. Then Lyn embraced Kyle. The gesture was unexpected…yet to Kyle he could feel warmth grow inside of him. For reasons he didn't completely understand he took her in his arms, he held her tightly. She was crying, and though her tears, so sad, grief stricken, and cold, stained Kyle's shirt, the warm feeling inside him just continued to grow. Finally he let her let her go.

She backed away now thankful for his company. "Kyle… Thank you… I've been alone for so long… I'm sorry… Please forgive my tears…"

The young man watched her with a warm smile. "Tears need no pleas of forgiveness…they need to be let out like a reservoir… Let them go Lyn… Let the stream free…" So the girl cried, and wept for what seemed to be an eternal five seconds. The time was no longer relevant. It was not horribly late but time had suddenly changed to the infinite dimension, and now it seemed as though the two were living within a second of eternity.

Finally the tears stopped coming. Kyle smiled. "Very well… You have more than proven your strength. Lyn of Sacae I would very much like you to accompany me. If my company could prove to be as jovial to you as yours would be to me then I would stay by your side and lend my arm to your strength."

Lyn nodded as she wiped the last tear away. "On the morrow we shall set off for Bulgar! It is the largest city in all of Sacae! Your funds will purchase more than suitable weapons, and supplies for our journey. From there we shall decide what to do next."

"Hopefully," Kyle added. "I shall be able to find a few Vulneraries to use on my wounds… I don't know how deep they go, and I fear it could be a long time before I can fight again."

Lyn scoffed slightly. "From the prowess that you exhibited out on the plains I'm certain that you need no weapon. However I know that there are many healers in Bulgar. I'm sure one at least could cure some of your wounds."

Kyle nodded thanking her for the encouraging words, unrolled a sleeping mat, a blanket, and a pillow. Then he set his bedding up a little ways away from the table. With this done he looked down at his tattered clothes. Though Lyn had done a wonderful job of patching them up he reasoned himself into adding a new pair of clothes on the list.

"I think that I shall also purchase a new set of traveling clothes. These are a little torn…"

Lyn nodded smiling weakly. "Yes I apologize… I did the best I could…but even that wasn't much."

Kyle shook his head, and smiled thankfully. "Oh nay! The job that you performed in attempting to fix my clothes was excellent… It's just that these are a might tattered anyway… Well we should get some rest… It is, no doubt, a long way to Bulgar and I shall need all of my strength! Besides, it would be better if we were well rested, in case we ran into more brigands."

So the two bade good night and drifted into a peaceful land of dreams. Lyn dreamed of the journey she was about to undertake with a new friend. But Kyle's mind was filled with nightmares, of horrible nature. A great beast lurked in every corner of his mind just waiting to be released upon the world… He didn't know what it was…only that its size and anger were unquestionable. And so as he lulled off carefully into slumber he was plagued by fears of anger…and of fire.