A/N: So, I've been playing Fire Emblem Awakening for a while now, and I thought that I should finally express how I felt waiting for the ending credits to finish up so that I could see what the hell happened to Robin and Tiki. I seriously thought the Avatar would never come back and started imagining a bunch of worst-case scenarios. Thankfully, it didn't happen as I imagined it would xD I'm planning on making this a 3-chapter story so please bear with me, even though it's summer break. I'm pretty damn lazy and yeah, you can see how that doesn't work with me. Oh, by the way, first story so I would welcome any suggestions to my grammar, punctuation, and sentence structure! Anyways, please enjoy and review~

Robin slowly opened his eyes to the light. Not the one that everyone apparently sees as they're dying, but the good light. The one that just screams out, "You're alive," the light of the sun. Lifting his right hand to his eyes, Robin saw that the Mark of Grima that had plagued him had disappeared.

Please don't let this be a dream.

Regaining the feeling in his legs, Robin stood and saw that the field that he had woken up in before was still the same. Not seeing Chrom and Lissa right when he got up was disorienting.

Hm, maybe they got the wrong field.

"Excuse me, can you point me in the direction of the capital?"

It seemed that due to his sleep, Robin had forgotten the way to the castle in which Chrom and Lissa resided in, even though he had travelled that road so many times during the wars.

"Sure, just follow that path and you should reach the capital in a few days!"

Robin thanked the kind, elderly man for the directions and left on his way to Ylissol. On his way, Robin noticed a few changes. The buildings looked more modern, there was a large amount of wheeled things driven by horses on roads, and a lack of people carrying weapons and wearing armor. He dismissed the oddities as things created during the short time he was asleep.

However, by the time he reached Ylissol, he wasn't so sure about his previous theory of the duration of his absence. Well, at least the castle still looked as grand as it had been when he first walked into that town with Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick. Robin finally reached the castle after navigating through a crowd of housewives buying their ingredients for dinner.

He had started to walk into the castle doors when he was stopped by two guards. They looked even more modern than the townspeople he had seen on the long walk here. These two had on dark blue uniforms with two columns of gold buttons going down from the neck. Along the right column was a yellow line stitched onto the uniform itself. An amber belt split the top part of the uniform in half while under the top half were plain dark blue trousers, completed with black boots. Of course, they had swords strapped to the side of their waists.

"Halt! State your business!" demanded the guard on the left. He moved his hand to his side, along with the guard on the right.

"I am here to see the Exalt Chrom." Robin replied calmly. To show that he meant no harm, he raised his hands in the air.

"And who wishes to see him?" the guard on the right asked cooly.

"Please tell him that Robin is here."

"Sir, a man claiming that his name is Robin wishes to see you."

"Hm, alright. Let the man in." Chrom told the messenger. Below his breath, he muttered, "It's probably another fake, but whatever. What harm does it do to let the imposter see me?"

And in strolled Robin, as young as he looked when he sacrificed himself to Grima. There was a dead silence as the two friends analyzed each other, not believing what and who they saw.

"I-Impossible! You can't be standing here now, today of all days! Are you really Robin?" Chrom looked as pale as if he had seen a ghost, which was pretty close to what he thought he saw. After all this time, Robin had just shown up, not looking a day over whatever age he had been before.

"I should be the one asking you if you were real. Chrom, how long has it been?" Robin looked as if he was about to break into a million little pieces. While he was gone, Chrom had aged considerably, as with the town and world around him. Instead of the handsome prince that had found him sleeping in the middle of the field was an aged old man, who bore the same features as the Chrom in his memories had. Chrom's once blue hair was already turning gray. There were only a few streaks of blue left. Taking a more observant mindset, Robin noticed the same mark of Naga on Chrom's right shoulder, along with Falchion at his waist. It was painfully obvious that not a year or a decade had passed, but several decades. Robin's heart broke at the thought of the pain his friends must have felt not ever finding him.

Chrom sighed deeply. "Robin," he paused, "it's been 50 years. We've been waiting for you for exactly 50 years."

Robin fell to his feet, his heart broken in two and with tears threatening to spill. "Then, who has already left?" As he spoke, his voice cracked.

"My wife, Sumia, died 5 years ago trying to quell a rebellion in Plegia. Frederick, my most trusted knight, died of a heart problem last year. 8 years ago, Basilio and Flavia died together during an excursion to a new country. Kjelle finally met her match in another duel a couple years back so Stahl and Sully fought the bastard. Sully won, but at the cost of Stahl as well. Laurent was so devastated by Kjelle's death that he leapt off of a cliff. We had no idea where Kellam was, but I heard he got trampled by a herd of migrating animals. Aversa, Gangrel, and Walhart each died of an assassination attempt on their lives 3 years ago. Gaius was placed in jail after attempting to steal some treasure in a noble's vault and died there last month." Chrom spoke with such a sad, melancholic voice that it was hard to imagine that that same man was so proud and strong so many years ago.

"E-Everyone else is alive right? Please Chrom, please tell me that no one else has died. Please tell me that Tiki hasn't died after 3000 years of living." Robin pleaded with sorrow, sadness, and a dying hope in his eyes.

Chrom sighed again. "Robin, Tiki's been missing for 45 years. She disappeared without a trace on the fifth year since you left us."