Robin POV

I sit in the dark dungeon, hands folded in my lap, covered in tattered cloth that can't even be considered as decent clothing. My shirt is pretty much just a thin rag that covers my chest, but exposes my shoulders and stomach to the chilled air. My feet are bare and covered in scratches and calluses from walking on the stone for so long. My whole body is covered in filth and stained with blood, my hair an undistinguishable color for so long that I can't even remember what it once was.

I try to ignore the pain of the lashings on my back, the cuts on my arms and stomach, the bruises all over my body, and the pain in my whole body. The blood trickles from every wound, dribbling slowly in a torture of its own as it won't clot on its own anymore. The cold air does nothing to help my blood retain its warmth, and it only makes me shiver with an even worse chill than before.

The door to my cell opens, and Father walks in, a cloak in his hand. "Girl, stand up." I hurry to obey him, keeping a straight face even though I want to scream from the agony of moving. "Put this on, and follow me." He throws the cloak at me, just as icy as his tone, yet still warming me from the chilled air.

I follow him out to the hall, where priests dressed in their finest and armed with swords and tomes follow along behind us, guarding us from an unknown threat. I remain silent as we reach the altar room, where a shield with glittering gems in different colors rests in the center. Father stops walking, and I glance down to the floor, bowing my head to him.

"I want you to pray to Grima, and when you finish, touch the Fire Emblem. Understood?" I nod quickly. "Good. And don't you dare to move from your spot until your prayers are done."

I kneel in front of the altar, hearing a faint screaming, quickly overpowered by the sound of the doors crashing open, a man with blue hair leading a slew of soldiers in various colors into the room, the most notable a girl with long blue hair wielding the same sword as him.

"Stop this now, Validar! It's over!" he shouts, raising his blade to Father in a challenge.

A purple curtain of magic surrounds the area of the altar, trapping the two in the area with us. "Foolish Prince! This is just the beginning! You will soon know nothing but the wrath of Grima!" I try to think of my prayers, but they don't go towards Grima, rather any deity besides the Fell Dragon. "Focus on your prayers now, girl!"

I cringe and feel tears slip from my eyes, clenching them shut as I wrench myself from the ground, taking a charge at the magical barrier. Before I can hit it, the woman grabs me, pulling me close and shoving me behind her. I shake in fear as Father glares furiously at me.

"You're going to be alright, we'll get you out of here." The man states calmly, glancing back at me. "Just stay there until we defeat him, alright?" I nod fearfully and close my eyes, curling in on myself as I sit on the ground, wrapping my cloak ever closer around myself.

"Foolish girl! Just as faithless as your mother!" he charges up a spell as the two blue-headed lords take a charge at him. "You will all be punished!"

"Not today!" the woman shouts over the sounds of magic crackling against their blades. "Nor ever again, Validar!"

The sound of a blade cutting through flesh makes me open my eyes, seeing Father's head rolling away from his body, spurting blood and leaking dark magic. "Well done, Lucina."

"Thank you, Father." Their footsteps approach me, and I focus on them rather than on Father's corpse. "Miss, are you alright?" she asks, offering a hand.

I tremble as I stare at her hand in fright, glancing between the offered hand and the blade held in the other, dripping blood. "Miss?" the man asks, clearly worried as he kneels down to look me in the eye. "We won't hurt you. It's clear you didn't want to be here, and we won't hold it against you."

I curl tighter and clench my eyes in pain, a small sound escaping me. "Are you hurt?" the woman asks, to which I nod. "Can you speak at all?" I shake my head slowly, not sure if I'm even able to.

A woman in a yellow sage's robes comes running over, and I stare in fear as she pulls out a rod. "What's going on? Is this the girl we heard about?"

The man nods. "I think so. Validar was trying to make her pray, but she ran away from the altar instead. She either can't or won't talk, but I don't blame her. She also seems to be in pain, is there anything you could do about that, Lissa?"

The girl, Lissa, looks me over and nods slowly. "I can, but we should get her out of here first. She's terrified, and I want her comfortable while I heal her."

He nods, and offers me a hand, the two blue-haired sword owners having put away their blades. "Give me your hand, we'll take you from this place." I slowly offer back my own hand, cringing in pain as I do.

"No, stop moving!" Lissa shrieks, seeing something. "Chrom, look! She's bleeding too much!" she points at the ground under me, where a small puddle of blood has formed under me. "I need to take care of some wounds right now, comfort will have to wait!"

The woman with blue hair turns Chrom around as Lissa pulls my legs from my chest, opening the front of my coat to reveal only some of my wounds. "By the gods…" she and Lissa gasp in pity as she goes to work on the stomach wounds. They stop bleeding immediately, and some of the pain goes away as she waves her magic staff over me, then she goes on to heal my exposed legs. "This looks like torture." She looks me in the eye, and I look away in shame. "I can't do much more at the moment with this staff, but once we leave we will get you properly healed."

The other girl kneels in front of me and pulls the coat shut. "Father, can you carry her?"

He turns and kneels next to me again as the rest of his force approaches, looking on worriedly at the scene. "I think so, as long as you can make sure we get out of here safely." He tilts my chin gently up so I look into his beautiful blue eyes. "Are you alright with me carrying you?" I nod and cross my arms over my stomach as he runs an arm under my knees and around my shoulders ever so delicately, much to my appreciation. "Shepherds, let's go." As he carries me from the room, I shiver and burrow into his warm chest, falling asleep for the first time ever in peace.

Back at Camp

I wake up as I'm laid down on something soft and warm, and to the sound of a female voice shooing someone out. I open my eyes to find a strange ceiling over me, one not of stone but of canvas and smelling pleasant. Movement catches my attention, and I glance around, focusing on Lissa and the other girl, still wearing her sword.

The one with blue hair comes over to me as Lissa grabs something from a chest. "I'm glad to see you awake again." She slowly reaches out her hands to my shoulders. "I need to get you out of your coat so we can take care of your injuries, alright? You can have a blanket once you've been cared for." I nod and let her pull me up into a sitting position, and she opens the coat, pulling it down my arms before she stops, eyes widening in horror. "By the gods…! Aunt Lissa, you better hurry! She's more wounded than we thought!" she glances at the rest of my body, taking in the painful wounds from Father.

Lissa comes over with several potions and staves, only to stop and shriek in horror. "Gods! How could anyone do this?!"

Chrom charges back into the tent with another man in light blue armor, weapons drawn and eyes searching. "Lissa?! What's wrong?!"

I look away from them as their eyes land on me, and take in the extent of my torture. "Tortured…" the man in armor whispers, horror in his tone.

The girl pulls the coat around me, hiding my practically naked body from the males. "We're fine, we just didn't expect this much damage. Just wait outside Father, please."

They both suddenly blush and back out of the tent, and Lissa gathers herself again before sitting on the bed next to me. "I'm so sorry about that, Miss."

The other girl pulls the coat away again, raising me slightly to get the long tail out from under me. "I guess I should introduce us. I'm Lucina, and this is Lissa."

I nod and glance down, hissing in pain as the wounds on my back sting from Lissa's touch with her potions. "I'm sorry, but these will get rid of the infections before I can even think of going about healing you. I still have a long ways to go, gauging by your condition. Just try to stay calm and still so I get this done faster, okay?" I nod in answer, tears squeezing from my clenched eyes.

Lucina takes a wet cloth to my face, wiping away the grime and blood. "You'll be fine, she's one of the best healers around these days."

It takes a few hours before she finally finishes cleaning and healing all of my wounds. At one point, when all of the wounds on my torso were cared for, she and Lucina had taken a quick break to get me out of the rags I was wearing, and gave me a spare tunic to wear while they took care of the rest of the injuries. Lissa and Lucina wipe their red tinted hands off with wet towels before moving me to a chair so they can send the dirty ones to be washed.

They then wrap a blanket around me and help me to walk out of the tent. "Miss, we're gonna get you to the bathing tent so we can get you washed up, then you need to rest, alright?"

I open my mouth and try to form words, but my voice fails me, if I ever had a voice to begin with. I nod sadly and try to support myself a bit more on my own two feet.

Chrom offers a small smile to me as we step out. "Are you doing better now?" I nod in answer. "That's great to hear."

The other man in armor frowns. "Milord, we must question her soon, and find out what happened to her."

Chrom nods. "I know Frederick, but I don't want to push unless we must. I want her to be comfortable around us first."

I nod, grateful, and try returning the smile. "Well, Father, we'll bring her back here soon." Lucina murmurs, guiding Lissa and I away to a tent deeper into the camp, where I smell something fresh and flowery.

Okay, this won't be a super long story (I hope) so I'm gonna keep this short. If this is too graphic for you now, then just know I won't get too much more into what happened to Robin. I will get into why she can't talk next time, so stay tuned if you're still interested.

I do not own Fire Emblem Awakening.

Also, Robin was never named in this story, so do not think she is already named! That is just there so you know who it is through the whole story, as I can't exactly call her 'girl.' Just know they will come up with the idea to name her Robin soon!