Lost in Time

Part I

"Hey!"

No, let me sleep… the young tactician tried to block out the voice.

"Soren, wake him up, would you?" asked the same voice from before.

"With pleasure, Commander," came a younger, colder voice.

"WAIT! I'm up, I'm up!" cried the tactician. He looked at the two young men standing over him.

The one to his left had spikey blue hair and appeared to be of the Vanguard class; at least according to his armor. The other one seemed to be Archsage class, and had a characterizing brand on his forehead. He guessed that one's name was Soren.

"Sorry, I was tired…"

"What's your name, kid?" asked Soren, butting into the conversation.

"It's Morgan."

"Funny name for a boy," laughed the Vanguard, "Anyway, my name's Ike."

"My name is Soren," Soren huffed.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintances, but someone needs to tell me where I'm at…"

"You're in Crimea, right outside our base," Ike responded.

W-what?! How'd I end up in Crimea? I didn't even know that even existed where I'm from! Morgan sighed, "Base?"

"Of course," Soren looked toward the large fort in the distance, "Greil Mercenaries' base. Are you trying to tell me that you've never heard of us?" That last part was more of an accusation then a question.

"Soren, give him time. After all, he was just conked out on the ground. Maybe he hit his head?"

Soren chuckled, "Hardly. Ike, I think he's just acting."

"Hold up!" Morgan interrupted the two's argument, "Instead of arguing out here, let's get to some place that's sheltered."

"All right, c'mon," Ike headed toward the mercs' base.

"Hmph, I'm watching you, Morgan," Soren turned away and caught up to Ike.

Ugh…what have I gotten myself into? I wonder if Lucina's doing any better at saving our parents than I am…


A/N:Alright :D How'd you like it? A fair warning up front, I'm horrible at writing long chapters! Well, anyways, I hope to update soon. So R&R :D