I have sandy blond hair, blue eyes and somewhat skinny build. Avatar is build 1, face 4, hair 3 and colour 18. Basically, average height, soft face and purple hair in a ponytail. Oh, and DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to own any properties within this story, aside from myself. They belong to Nintendo and any other copyright holders.

My bed felt a lot less comfortable than usual. Not just less comfortable; it felt as if I was lying on the road outside. Thinking about it, my blanket wasn't there either… and I was wearing my clothes. That was worth waking up for. My eyes opened to the fuzzy shape of a blonde woman, whose hair was styled into dual ponytails. She seemed to be in quite the panic, and was holding what looked like a staff. I let out a small groan to announce both my state of consciousness and confusion.

"Chrom, he's awake!" I attempted to get up from… wherever I was. "No you don't!" A hand forced me back down. "Falling from the sky requires quite a bit of rest."

"Falling from the sky?"

"Good thing you landed on that guy, otherwise you might have died!" Evidently, she hadn't heard me.

"I landed on a guy?! Is he okay?"

"Well, he was a bad guy, so does it matter?"

"Was?!" This had to be a dream.

"Yeah, Frederick finished him off. Funnily enough, your fall just kind of winded the guy." There was no other explanation. I had just woken up to see a girl hovering above me in very medieval garb who told me that I just fell from the sky; I was dressed in my red sweater, black shirt, gray pants and red and black baseball cap that I definitely did not go to bed in, and apparently someone was dead. I pinched myself.

"Ouch!"

"Hey! What did you do that for?!"

"Um… seeing if I was awake."

"Unfortunately, this isn't some sort of dream." The deep voice of a man made me sit up from where I was without the woman stopping me. It came from a man with a missing sleeve and blue hair, with what I assumed was a knight following. "I am wondering why you would think that, though."

"Why would I think that? Well, I'm not in my bed, there's a man with blue hair and a sword that probably shouldn't work, I apparently fell from the sky, there's a knight in blue armour, and there's a girl waving a staff at me." The man laughed.

"What's your name?"

"Zack."

"Well, Zack, at least your memory seems intact."

"Well… yeah, why wouldn't it be?"

"We found an amnesiac earlier today. She helped us quite a bit. Maybe you could do the same."

"Again, milord?" The knight, who had only been studying me rather suspiciously, finally spoke up. "We have already taken in a stranger today. Are you certain it is wise to take another?"

"Yes. The last one worked out pretty well, didn't they?"

"I see there is no arguing with you on this, is there?"

"No, Frederick, there isn't. So, did you want to join us?"

"I guess so." I don't really have a choice. "First, mind telling me where we are? And who you are?"

"We're in Ylisse. I'm Chrom, the suspicious one is Frederick, and-"

"I'm Lissa!" She seems quite excitable.

"Robin, our amnesiac, should be along shortly." Footsteps approached from behind me. "Speak of the devil…" I turned and saw her. She was busy adjusting her ponytail, seemingly not noticing my state of awareness yet. She had a black and purple cloak, simple brown clothes, looked to be of average height and had, of course, purple hair. What is with these people and their hair colours? She looked up from her task and finally noticed me sitting on the ground.

"How's the patient?" She gave a warm smile.

"Um… I'm fine, thanks. You're Robin, then?"

"That I am. And you are…?"

"Oh, right. My name's Zack."

"If introductions are concluded, we should begin walking. It's still a long way to go to the capitol."

"Right as usual, Frederick. Come on, then. The capitol won't get any closer with us standing here." Chrom, Lissa and Frederick walked off, while I was still sitting on the ground, dazed. This dream was very realistic, unlike most of mine. I could swear that I actually felt the wind on my face and the cold stone beneath me. A hand entered my vision and stopped my thoughts. I smiled up at Robin and took it, getting to my feet.

"Thanks."

"No problem. Let's get going." I nodded and followed. This was still insane. I was hoping that it was still a dream, and that when I woke up next, I would be back home. That was the only thought keeping me somewhat composed. Maybe things would get better from here on out.

I was wrong. After a long, arduous walk, we had a meal that consisted of bear meat. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't good. I managed to learn that this group of people I found myself with were called the Shepherds… and that's all I learned. They didn't tell us (Robin also wanted to know things) anything more than that. They said it would be best if we "saw it for ourselves", which I wasn't thrilled by. Then it got to a point that I didn't really want it to come to.

"So, Zack," Chrom turned to me, "where are you from, if not Ylisse?"

"Um…" If I've gone back in time, I don't want to change history more than necessary. Even if I haven't, which I'm betting on, I still don't want to change this world all too much. What do I say? "Far away." Well done, genius; that definitely isn't too vague!

"'Far away' where?" See?

"Chrom, if he doesn't want to say, I don't think he has to." Robin spoke up for me.

"I guess you're right. No need to pry, I suppose. Though, I would like to know where those strange clothes came from." Another question I don't want to answer.

"Uh…" May as well try my luck. "Gift from the Gods?" It seemed to intrigue, but satisfy.

"I suggest we all get some rest now. Ylisstol is still a long walk from here."

"Yes, mother." Frederick gave Lissa quite the stare, and in response, she blew him a raspberry. Almost like my friends back home. Or back in the conscious world; whichever happens to be true. Everyone got as comfortable as they could in their bedrolls; the Shepherds had managed to provide extras for me and Robin. It wasn't as comfortable as I would have liked, but it was certainly better than just lying on the dirt. Before laying down, I had a last-minute idea.

"Hey, Robin?"

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for sticking up for me." I knew I had at least one real friend in this place. I lay down and closed my eyes, managing to hope that this was both an exciting new reality and a dream at the same time. Only half of that would be true.

A/N: Welcome to the story! I warn anyone who actually bothered to read this that it will be filled with references and thinking. Since that's what I'm somewhat like in real life, that's what this vanity project will be. I hate to call it that, but that's really what it is. It's also an experiment in writing relationships, so this story will have a lot less action than my most popular one. Be sure to review or PM me about any pairings (aside from me and Robin) that you want me to do. Also in the reviews, tell me how far I should go with this. I definitely want to go to the end of the Plegian war, but I'm not sure I should go any farther. Feedback is necessary. Until the next chapter!