Disclaimer:Fire Emblem, (Fire Emblem 7: Rekka No Ken) and everything from the game belongs to Nintendo and, uh... to be honest, I don't know who came up with the marvelous story. But this is my disclaimer, I do not own them. However, I do own the character Sion, as I have created him (he is the tactician role in the game)! Enjoy the story (with intro for newbies)! (BTW: This story DOES run exactly on the time frame and locations of the game pretty much) Any character from this point forward that isn't mentioned in the story belongs to me in almost all cases. Should anything otherwise occur, I will make a note of it in the beginning of the chapter. Thanks!

Once, dragon and men coexisted. They shared a peace forged in wisdom, a peace that lasted many generations. All that was lost when mankind disrupted this balance in a sudden onslaught. Man fought dragon in a savage war that shook the foundations of their world. Defeated and humbled, dragons vanished from the realm. In time, man rebuilt and spread his dominion on to the islands beyond. A millennium has passed since those dark days ended... Now an evil party called the Black Fang wishes to bring back the dragons and use their great power to control the world.

The story begins...

Lyn, a striking Sacaen woman with amazing sword skills, was roaming alone freely among the grassy plains of her empty village. Going on a daily ride on her horse, she smiled as the breeze blew her hair and tossed about. She leaned herself against her horse until suddenly, the horse reared and neighed with the volume of a lions roar. Startled, Lyn fell off of her mount and tumbled down a hill somewhat until she bumped into something.

"Huh?" Lyn stared at what had stopped her fall. Next to her, lay someone.

"Excuse me! Hey! Can you hear me!" Lyn shouted as she shook the person's shoulder, however, the person lay perfectly still. A bit nervous, Lyn grabbed the person's shoulder and pushed a bit. With a flip, she quickly realized the person who stopped her fall was a young man with his eyes deeply shut. As Lyn further examined this mysterious man, she paused a moment at his chest. There, she noticed a small rip with an arrowhead in his flesh. Also, in his right hand, was the wooden stick of the arrow. Lyn then placed her head on his chest to listen for a heartbeat. Relieved to find one, she dragged him to her mount and gently laid him between her and her horse as she started for her village home to retire for the day.

Once Lyn found her home, she slid him onto her shoulder and carried him inside. Carefully, as not to further pain the strange man, she gently laid him on her bed as she rushed off to a trunk.

"Aha! There you are!" Lyn exclaimed with a smile. Inside her chest, Lyn was delighted to discover a vulnerary, a bottle of red wine and old clothes. She then ripped the old clothing into long strands. After removing his shirt, Lyn removed the arrowhead from his flesh, poured the wine gently on his wound. After pouring, she wiped the excess away, then wrapped the cloth around to bandage him. Lyn then lifted his head lightly from the pillow it rested on, pouring the vulnerary into his mouth as it went into his mouth.

"You should feel better soon." Lyn said to him before leaving the room. "In the meantime, I need to practice."

With those words, Lyn took her sword outside and stopped by the edge of some forest. Drawing the sword from her sheath, Lyn glared at the trees as if they were her foe. Suddenly, with a battle cry, Lyn sprinted for the trees and slashed away at them hacking them down with her blade. After about an hour's worth, Lyn stopped and placed her sword back into her sheath. She lay down in the grass with her arms folded behind her head as she stared up into the blue sky. The warm sun upon her face forced a small smile to creep upon her lips, and made her green eyes shut in relaxation. Before she knew it, Lyn fell into a deep slumber; using the plain grass as her bed. She remained asleep for about 3 hours until her horse nudged her and snorted into her face.

"Oh, fine Tashim! I'll go back home!" Lyn got back on her feet and mounted Tashim and trotted back home in the sunset. Lyn rushed in the house to her unconscious visitor.

"Hey! Hey you! Are you up yet?"

With an eager heart, Lyn ran to her quarters where she laid her guest to rest, however, he still lay motionless as Lyn left him; eyes unopened. Worried that he may have perished, Lyn ran to his side and placed her head on his chest again. She stood there for a while, fascinated by his steady heartbeat. He had been recovering. Lyn then pulled the blankets over him as she went to the far end of the room and laid on the floor to sleep for the night.

Nighttime passes...

Lyn slowly blinked her eyes open as she looked around her room.

"Was yesterday a dream? It all seemed too crazy for me to be real."

Lyn yawned and got back on her feet as she stretched. She then saw the same person from yesterday in her bed unmoved, still sleeping. Lyn's eyes focused on the visitor, wide in awe.

"So... It was all true..."

Lyn slowly walked to him, her eyes not moving for an awareness he may wake up at any moment. She rushed to her trunk and pulled out her vulnerary and poured it into his mouth again.

"Are you awake?" She whispered.

Lyn, hearing a small groan escape his lips, quickly pulled away the bottle and looked on with a smile as he opened his eyes. He looked up at her with bright brown eyes into Lyn's. He nodded yes to her.

"I found you unconscious on the plains."

"Who are you?" He kindly whispered to her.

"I am Lyn, of the Lorca Tribe. You're safe now. Who are you? Can you remember your name?"

"...Sion..." he mumbled.

"Your name is Sion? What an odd-sounding name... But pay me no mind. It is a good name."

Lyn looked down at the floor at his shirt and at the rest of his clothes. She observed them with every detail her eyes could capture.

"I see that by your attire you are a traveler. What brings you to the Sacae Plains? Would you share your story with me?"

"...I-"

Before Sion could speak, there seemed to be a loud clamor outside of the house. He was startled by the noise and gasped a bit. Lyn quickly turned around.

"Hm? What was that noise?"

Sion attempted to get out of bed, but Lyn held his shoulder shaking her head.

"I'll go see what's happening. Sion, wait here for me."

Lyn rushed outside the house and Sion sat up, waiting for her return. For some time, Lyn had been gone. Sion grew anxious for her return, hoping for her return. Sion quickly turned his head when he heard a door slam and he clutched onto a dagger close to his belt. He sheathed his dagger when he realized it was only Lyn and gave her a smile. Lyn however, was not smiling. She had a worried face and she was panting out of breath.

"Oh no! Bandits! They must have come down from the Bern Mountains! They must be planning on raiding the local villages. I... I have to stop them! If that's all of them, I think I can handle them on my own."

She turned to face Sion.

"You'll be safe in here, Sion."

Sion gave her a grin. Without speaking, he pushed the blankets off of his body and stepped out of bed. He bent down, picked up his torn shirt and got his dagger at hand.

"Lyn, I will assist you in your fight."

Lyn seemed surprised and stared wide-eyed at Sion.

"What? You want to help? Well, can you use a weapon?"

"Yes Lyn, but..."

Sion pointed to his temple and smiled again. Lyn looked at him a while and returned the favor, and smiled back at him.

"Ah, I see... So you're a strategist by trade? An odd profession, but... Very well. We'll go together!"

With those words, Lyn and Sion burst out of the house and to the local villages. As they kept roaming the Sacaen Plains, Lyn finally stopped.

"Over here!" She called out to Sion. Lyn kept running until she had been spotted by a bandit as he ran in to attack Lyn.

"Lyn! Left and strike!" Sion called out to her.

Lyn quickly slid to the left and drew her sword to the waist of the bandit. Followed y a painful cry, he swung his axe down to her head. Lyn dodged and again hacked into his side as he fell motionless to the floor.

"Victory!" Lyn shouted in triumph to Sion. Sion looked at her and nodded.

Sion ran to her side and grabbed her shoulder.

"There is one more bandit at the ger further west. I believe he saw you. We should close in on him and attack. Be careful however, he seems to be a bit stronger than that bandit you took out.

"Thank you, Sion! Now let's go get that brigand over by the ger!'

Sion and Lyn ran towards the ger, getting closer and closer to the remaining bandit. He seemed that of decent strength. Sion glared at him as Lyn edged closer to draw her sword.

"You will leave these innocent people be! You have done enough harm!"

The bandit smirked. "Who do you think you are? You think you can stand up to Batta the Beast?

"Enough talk!" Sion yelled. "Let our arms do the talking!"

Lyn ran up with Sion and drew her sword to attack him. Lyn attacked, but Batta threw his axe in the way, stalling the sword from hitting him. Batta lunged his axe upwards, forcing Lyn to move back with her sword.

Lyn panted. "Whew! He's tough... It all comes down to this next blow." Lyn frowned as Batta came running to her, recklessly swinging his enormous axe around. She turned to Sion.

"Sion, if I fall, I want you to flee! You must escape!"

Batta came and attacked with a cry, cutting Lyn's shoulder. Lyn gave out a scream, but quickly got over herself and swung her blade into his back.

"What? How... How did you-" He gave out a gasp and fell to the floor as Lyn removed her blade.

Lyn sat down for a bit and took a rest as Sion walked over to sit down beside her.

"Whew...That was close. I sorely underestimated him. Sorry if I worried you."

"Lyn, that was the best swordsmanship I have seen up to date. That was beautifully executed."

Lyn shook her head.

"I'll need to be stronger if I'm going to survive... Strong enough so no one can defeat me." She then looked up to the sky.

"Let's go home."

Lyn walked next to Sion back to her house. She looked him over as he walked. He was quite mysterious in his own ways. He was charming and kind, however, he seemed very quiet for the most part.

The sun set, and they both arrived at Lyn's home. Sion promptly took off his shirt and started to the floor.

"You are kind to offer your home to me. I will be sleeping on the floor Lyn, if you do not mind."

She shook her head. "Sion, you are my guest. It is I who must provide, you take the bed."

"Are you sure, Lyn?"

"Yes, Sion. I am sure."

Sion bowed to her, then crawled into her bed as Lyn curled up on the floor as they both fell asleep.

Nighttime passes...

Lyn promptly woke up and went hunting. She managed to catch a rabbit and she cooked it over a fire with some fried eggs. She approached Sion, and laid the breakfast tray on a bedside table and nudged his shoulder.

"Good morning, Sion! Are you awake yet?"

Sion mumbled as he opened his eyes again. "Lyn, I am now thanks to you."

Lyn looked at Sion's brown bed-head hair and laughed as she fixed it for him.

"That fight yesterday must have taken a lot out of you."

Sion only nodded.

"Say, Sion...I want to talk to you about something."

"Yes, Lyn? What is it?"

"You have some experience in the ways of war, I can see. Would you allow me to travel with you?"

Sion looked Lyn straight in the eyes. "You are new to fighting. I can tell. I would say yes, but your parents, I'm sure they would want you at home with them."

Lyn's eyes went wide for a moment.

"What? You...want me to get permission from my parents?"

Lyn looked down and had a pensive look on her face. Sion, a bit worried for her, scooted over next to her and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Lyn? Is everything OK?

Lyn's eyes had so much hurt in them, Sion began to frown.

"My mother and father...died six months ago. My people- the Lorca- they don't... I'm the last of my tribe. Bandits attacked, and... they killed so many people. The tribe was scattered. My father was our chieftain, and I wanted to protect our people. But I'm so young, and our people were old-fashioned. They wouldn't follow a woman, No one would follow me."

Tears started cascading down her face. Sion, feeling sympathetic. He took his arm off of her shoulders and wiped away her tears.

"Sniff... I'm sorry. I've been alone for so long..."

"Lyn, no need to be. You can let out your feelings. It's all ok, its normal to mourn like this. It's ok."

"No. No more. I will shed no more tears. ... Thank you. I'm better now. Sion, I want- I must become stronger, so that I may avenge my father's death! Yesterday's battle taught me something. I won't become stronger by sitting alone. Sion, tell me you'll train me, that you'll let me travel with you!

After a moment of silence and some hesitation, Sion finally said. "Lyn, I will take you with me. I will teach you the ways of combat, if that is what you want. It's the least I can do to repay you. You saved me, and you let me stay the night. Yes."

"You will? That's wonderful! Thank you! Oh, thank you! We'll be better off working together, I know it. You'll be my master strategist, and I'll be your peerless warrior! We can do it! Right?"

"Yes, yes Lyn! Hah! You should calm down, lady!"

They both laughed as they made arranged for their planned travels.

What awaits Lyn, and her new strategist Sion? Will their plans become successful, or will Lyn's training not go as expected? Find out in my next chapter, Footsteps of Fate.