Our First Meeting

This takes place after the battle with “Marth.”

I listen to their conversations quietly. 

Flavia: “I should thank you! It feels like ages since I’ve held full power.”

Basilio: “I’m the West-Khan you so rudely removed from power!”

Basilio: All I know is that he turned up one eve and knocked my old champion flat.”

Basilio: “Hold, boy. Before you go, I have a little present for you.”

Until… this guy… comes into my view. (I can’t… take my eyes off of him...)

Lon’qu: “……”

Basilio: “Not much for talking, mind you, but he’s peerless with a sword.”

(Who is this guy…?)

Basilio: “This is Lon’qu, my former champion.”

(Former champion…)

Basilio: “As good as Marth, in my mind.”

(He’s better than Marth no doubt.)

Basilio: “To be honest, I can’t figure out how Marth bested him so quickly.”

(Oh how I would have loved to see his tournaments… the things I could have—)

Lissa: “Marth beat him? But he looks so big and strong…”

Lissa voice cuts off my inner thoughts.

(Big… and strong…?)

Lon’qu: “Away, woman!”

(His voice…)

Lissa: “Hey! Wh-what did I say?!”

Basilio: “Ba ha ha! Let’s just say that ladies tend to put Lon’qu on edge.”

(Would he react the same way towards me…?)

Basilio: “Nonetheless, he is capable. Perhaps he even has the makings of a khan.”

Basilio: “Consider him West Ferox’s contribution to the Ylissean cause.”

(Things are happening so fast…)

Basilio: “Yes, yes. He’s your man now.”

Chrom: “And Lon’qu? You have no objections?”

(Just like that…?)

Lon’qu: “He gives orders. I stab people, I think our roles are clear.”

(He really did just accept it!!) 

(Wait… that means he will join this team…)

(How do I approach him?!)

Thoughts race in my mind… Trying to piece together of what I’ve heard earlier.

Flavia: “In Ferox, the khans of east and west hold a tournament every few years.”

Flavia: “The West-Khan won the last tournament, you see, and so…”

(Tournaments are probably held probably every 3-4 years…? )(And Basilio has been in power for a long time… right?)

(So, even if he… was only in 2 tournaments… he’s been here for at least 6-8 years being champion…?) 

(Just how much power does this guy possess…?)

I find myself staring at his face as I think… absentmindedly and our eyes meet….

(Huh…?) 

Lon’qu: “…” Just as quickly though as our meeting eyes lock for like 1 second, he looks away.

Laura: “…” (What was that about…?) 

I don’t even notice the rapid beat of my heart… just replaying the fleeting stare in my mind and the fact that I cannot look away…

That evening when we reach back to camp, I am determined to find both Robin.

Laura: “Robin!! For the next mission, can you pair me up with Lon’qu? Please.” 

Robin (male): “You never approached me before… Pair up with Lon’qu huh? I'll work out the details, but count me in for making this work.”

Laura: “Thank you! All of them okay! Whatever he’s on, I want to be his partner!”

He laughs. 

Robin (male): “I'll make sure you two stick together whenever it makes sense for the battle.”

(Don’t underestimate me. I will be his partner regardless!)

Laura: “Don’t worry if even if you don’t pair me up with him, I will fight by his side.”

I walk off to find the other tactician, not bothering to hear his reply. 

Robin male chuckles. “Her dedication to fighting alongside Lon'qu is quite noted.”

Robin (female) sees me approaching her.

Robin (female): “What’s wrong, Laura? You never come in contact with anyone really.”

Laura: “I do… if I need to, but that’s not the point! I need you to pair me up with Lon’qu. Please.”

Robin (female): “Oh? You want to pair up with Lon'qu? Your war cleric skills, healing to keep him steady and axes to hold the line, would pair nicely with his lightning fast sword strikes. I'm all for it! It’s a smart combination.”

Laura: “Thank you! All of them okay?”

She laughs.

Robin (female): “I'll make sure you two are teamed up whenever it fits the plan.”

Laura: “I’m letting you know that I will work so much harder when Lon’qu is around.”

Robin (female): “I hear you loud and clear. I'll prioritize pairing you with Lon'qu whenever it suits the battle plan, I promise.”

I thank her again and make my way back to my tent.

I lay on my makeshift bed and smile to myself. (He won’t even know why both our tacticians will keep pairing me up with him for missions.) 

That thought makes me laugh quietly to myself. (He’ll try to avoid me, but he can’t avoid me forever...) 

(How do I learn more about… Lon’qu…?)

Looking forward to my first mission with him possibly even tomorrow, I eventually drift off to sleep.

My Prologue- The Beginning

I was aimlessly traveling when I finally stumble upon a town and an inn. I walk inside.

Laura: “Can I stay at this inn…?” 

Innkeeper: “Yes, we have actually have one room available right now. How many nights?”

“A week, please then I’ll be on my way.” 

Innkeeper: “Just you?”

“For now… my friend will come later..” I lied. It was just me. I was on what I call a “work trip.” In reality though, I was trying to figure out how to make a living in this life.

Innkeeper: “Alright. Thank you for your payment. Here are your two keys. Enjoy your stay at Southtown in southern Ylisse!”

“Thank you!” 

I decided to do a little sightseeing before resting up at the inn.

(Water… lots of water and canals. Is this town a port…?)

And then out of nowhere, I hear screams.

(Huh..?! What?!)

A villager runs passes me, “Brigands!!! RUN!!”

Then, I smell the smoke before I see the village going up in flames.

(What do I do?! WHAT DO I DO?!)

(I have an ax with me… so if it’s life or death… it’ll be the latter for that individual and not me… for now I better hide…)

I run away from the fire and see five people, a blue haired guy, followed by a brown hair guy, a white headed guy and a white headed girl. (They look like they can be twins…) and a smaller blonde girl.

They take out their weapons ready to fight the brigands.

(Hmmmm… if this group can fight… maybe I better try to tag alone then be on my own… though, not sure if I trust a bunch of strangers. I’ll stay close and pick off enemies that I can on my own…)

I follow the group, not too close but not too far. Just enough, to make it through the madness of this whole situation.

(Somehow I survived…)

Laura: “…W-wait!”

They all turned to face me. 

Laura: “…Can I join your group until I figure out where I should go…?”

The blonde girl speaks up, “Hold up! You just stroll out of nowhere and want to join us?”

The white hair girl, “Well… we could use all the help we can get against those brigands.”

The white hair guy, “She helped picked a few brigands off, there’s a chance she can help us.”

The brown haired guy says to the blue hair guy, “Are we going to yet let another wolf into our flock?” 

Then, he looks at me.

“Are you amnesiac too?” He eyes me suspiciously.

Laura: “I’m not…”

The brown head continues, “What’s your name then?”

“I’m Laura… what’s yours…?”

“I don’t trust you enough to tell you my name. But, my role is to keep Ylisse safe, especially from unknown quantities like yourself.”

The blue hair guy approaches, “Enough Frederick.” He turns to face me. “You want to join the Shepherds? Since you help protect this village, l'd be glad to have you. We need strong hearts and steady hands to defend Ylisse.”

Laura: “I can provide healing and I’m good with an ax. I’m a war cleric after all.” (A beginner not to mention… I’m still figuring out what I want to do, but they don’t need to know that…) 

Blue hair guy: “As I’ve told Robin, since you also fought to save Ylissean lives. My heart says that's enough.”

Frederick: “And your mind, milord? Will you not heed its counsel as well?”

The blonde girl chimes in, "Hey, Frederick, ease up a bit, will you? This is a war cleric! Healing and ax skills! But, I'll keep an eye on her too, just to make sure.”

The blue hair guy, “I suppose proper introductions are in order... My name is Chrom.” He points to the blonde girl. “The delicate one here is my little sister, Lissa.”

Lissa:  “I am NOT delicate! ...Hmph! Ignore my brother, please. He can be a bit thick sometimes.”

Chrom: “The wary one here is Frederick.”

Frederick: “Gods forbid one of us keeps an appropriate level of caution.”

Chrom: “And these two, by some fate are named Robin.”

Robin (male): “l'm Robin... at least, that's what I remember now. I woke up in a field with no memories, so I'm still figuring things out. I'm the Shepherds' tactician-well, sort of, since I'm new to this. Stick with us, show us what you've got, and I'll help find a place for you in our strategy.”

Robin (female): “I'm Robin! My past is... well, a bit of a fog, but I'm finding my place as the Shepherds' tactician too. Show us your skills, and let's turn the tide together!"

Laura: “As I said before, I’m Laura. Nice to meet everyone.”

Chrom: “Welcome to the Shepherds, Laura. Let’s fight side by side and bring peace back to our land!"

Laura: “I’ll do what I can to support!” (…In order to survive.)