This will be a realistic view on Fire Emblem Awakening, it will also take the cynical view of the Greil mercenaries tactician, Soren, and give a lesser extent of it to Robin. Also, if you're a fan pair up ability be warned that in this fanfiction the pair up ability will be nerfed to the extent that it will more likely resemble the previous fire emblems "protect" ability, which is where a stronger unit can protect a heavily damaged or fragile unit at the expense of the speed, defense, and hit stats of the protector, in order to show the distraction of having to defend both yourself and your "partner". Yes I do realize what I'm basically saying is that useless units are even more of a hindrance than normal. Finally be prepared for character deaths, I'm not saying that Robin will be a bad tactician I just aim for realism, which also means, get ready for a whole bunch of nameless oc cannon fodder.

Forgotten ties.

A dream, yes, that is where it all began, I was standing beside a blue haired man inside an ominous looking… place. There were columns, cultish looking circles surrounding a small altar where a small purple fire was lit, a small purple fire, purple mist… Purple mist was also there, obscuring my view from the rest of the temple I think, yes it was, it was a temple, of some sort, and that man, he was taunting us, I don't remember quite well, it's all so hazy, all I remember before the events leading up to my demise ad eventual salvation was what he said before Chrom… I think that was him, stroke the sorcerer down, that was clear.

"You cannot unwrite the present, nor can you change the future or past, your struggle is in vain, but have no fear, Your death will be quick." He said this as he allowed Chrom's sword to slice at his stomach.

As I stood behind my friend the purple fire on the altar grew brighter, I was already halfway through finishing my spell when the fire enveloped is both, I grabbed my chest in pain while Chrom dubbed over grimacing, the pain was unbearable, I still managed to keep control over the spell, but as I tried to regain control over the spell the built up eagerly was released all at once, almost straight through the altar scattering the flames all over the opposing sorcerer.

After that my memory is shaky again, I'm under the impression that I was able to protect Chrom, but then, then, I don't know, my memory on that dream always starts to fade after the sorcerers death.

But what I do remember, vividly, was what happened when I woke up.