My first try at a Fire Emblem fic. Don't blame me if things go wrong.
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"No! Father!" a young girl cried. His father away from her... What could she do now? Darkness covered her surroundings. Her head... her mind... her life. All taken away. Her dark green hair swayed back and forth. "I am the last of the Sacaen Nomads... For Lorca... I WILL TRIUMPH!" She pulled back up her tattered blue shirt and buttoned it back up. She began walking, with her father's Iron Sword in hand.
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10 Years Later...
The sun had set. A young man stared from a beautiful cliff. There he settled. He took out a piece of paper from his satchel along with a quill. He dipped in his quill into ink and began writing.
Many Days have past since I last saw a forest. All is well. I still seek to help mercenaries in battles. I have finally reached a land with civilized people. I have escaped a tribe of brigands... One named Batta in particular. He nearly got me last time
He stopped writing, turned around and got knocked out.
"That'll teach that old folk not to mess with us." A Brigand called.
"You can say that again." Another said. The party of brigands laughed, and left.
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"Wake up..." A voice cried. I woke up, to see a young, gentle woman. She was a couple of years older than I was. Probably 21. She was dress in a blue uniform and had a iron sword next to her. The Iron Sword looked quite new.
"My name is Lyndis, but you can call me Lyn. What's yours?" She had a friendly smile on her face. I took out my hand and muttered. "Kite." Is that really a name? Kite. Who would've thought of that? I looked around, my green cloak was tidily folded on a chair, and my clothes were clean. I blushed in embarassment.
"Don't worry Kite, there's nothing I haven't seen before..." She said not a bit of embarrassment in her voice. She reminded me of my mother, She had green hair too.
"So... where are you from? I'm a Sacaen Nomad, last from the Lorca Tribe." The words shocked me. My mother was a Sacaen Nomad... From the Lorca Tribe too.
"Do you by any chance know..." I coughed. I picked up a mug of water and began sipping from it.
"The brigands are here. Are you skilled with weapons?" Lyn glanced at me, she turned from a friendly look to a serious one... It was hard to believe.
"I guess..." I said slowly. She tossed a sword at me as I picked it up. 'I'm a tactician... Not a warrior.' I picked up my green cloak and rushed out with the sword hitting the floor continously.
2 Brigands were outside. Each one looked very cruel, I limped over with my sword. One threw himself at me, with an axe behind him. I stuck my sword out, hoping to be able to defend myself. He hit me. I coughed blood out. My right arm was leaking with blood. Lyn stood in a defensive stance.
"What else can you do?" She asked, holding back to Brigand.
"I'm a... Tactician." I muttered. I grabbed a couple of leaves from the floor and hurled them at my wound. "Head forward... And strike him from behind!" I said weakly. The leaves were stopping the leaking from my wound, but blood still poured out.
Lyn had defeated the Brigand, he was bruised and suffered the same fate as me. This couldn't be death. I looked up at the sky, lying back down as Lyn used my strategy to get Batta. I saw a rainbow. Many say, before you die, you see the thing you want to see most. A Rainbow.
"Goodbye Lyn... I will join my father and mother." I said weakly. I closed my eyes, and drifted off.
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"Batta... I will defeat you." Lyn said, she struck her sword at Batta, as he swerved his axe to protect him.
"I'd like to see you try your best." He grinned. "You've got a nice body. You can be spared a life if you do what you can do."
"Never in your life, you dirty man." Lyn flipped around and struck Batta on his knee. He collapsed, throwing his axe at Lyn. Lyn nimbly dodged the axe and slit Batta's throat. That's where your dirty-ness ends. She spat on his face and ran away... Finding me almost dead.