Author's Note: Hiya! This is my first FE fanfic. It's a series of...drabbles? Short chapters? They're not really short enough to be called drabbles, but not long enough to be called full-length chapters. Whatever. Anyway, these little chapters are about post-endgame Ylisse-mostly the Chrom X Robin (F) pairing, (pretty obvious from the first chapter) and some other fun ones. I aim to have quite a few chapters for this collection, updated as often as possible (although no guarantees), so read and review and tell me what you think! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters or the dialogue that comes from the game. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfics-I'd be congratulating myself on formulating the Chrom & Frederick C support, which is crazy hilarious.
CHAPTER ONE: VICTORY
Dust swirled in the air as a battered blue-haired man stood atop a great cliff, overlooking a glorious sunrise. His eyes stared, unseeing, past the small groups of panting warriors who struggled up the cliff to meet him, past the blobs of dark creatures that disintegrated into thin air.
He stared at a forlorn pile of tomes on the ground, left without an owner.
Leaning on his glowing sword, he watched the sun climb up to illuminate the dark sky.
"Father." Someone touched the Exalt's arm. He turned to see Lucina, who had her own Falchion in hand. Morgan was on her heels, and stooped over the deserted books in uncharacteristic solemnity. She mirrored her father's pose naturally, and leaned against her sword. "Are...are you alright?"
"I should be asking you that," Chrom replied heavily. He surveyed the landscape before them. Though battle-scarred and weary, every one of their soldiers was alive and breathing, thanks to the work of a brilliant tactician who hadn't had the brilliance to realize they wanted her to save herself.
"I guess we won," Morgan said slowly, clutching his mother's tomes to his chest. "Somehow, it doesn't feel like it…."
"We did," Chrom said, firmly this time as the other Shepherds grouped together around him at the peak. He spoke from a strength he didn't know he had-really, he should be kneeling over on the ground, distraught, by now. "The war is ended, friends. Never again will the fell dragon trouble our world. I owe you all far more than words can ever repay. Especially Robin, who gave her life and saved us all. She secured a peaceful future for Ylisse, and all the worlds to come."
His voice cracked slightly at mentioning the tactician's name, and Lissa, hovering next to him, sniffled. Morgan broke the silence, tentatively. "Father? But didn't Naga say, didn't she say that if our bonds were strong enough…."
Chrom hesitated, then nodded vigorously with false conviction, trying to convince himself most of all. "Yes. Don't cry, Lissa. We'll see her again. This….this isn't over. Robin is out there, somewhere….and I'll find her. Even if it takes the rest of my days, I'll find her…"
The other Shepherds echoed his thoughts. They would find Robin, they all chorused-some way or another, she would come back, or they would make her come back, with all of their prayers (or hexes) she would have to come back….
Chrom let himself be carried away in a swirl of optimism as he led the way, one last time, down the mountain towards Ylisstol.