AN: This is the introduction of a 100 word prompt challenge about the player avatars of Fire Emblem - Mark from Blazing Sword, Kris from Heroes of Light and Shadow, and Robin from Awakening. Sorry about the lack of original writing here, but future installments will likely involve more characters, crossovers between all three, and the occasional destruction of the fourth wall.

For Kris I haven't seen all of his supports yet so if I get anything wrong I'd really appreciate it if you point them out.

For Mark's entry I went with a combination of the Superb Mind and Famed Genius endings since each one by itself seemed a bit off.

For Robin...there's not much to say here, really.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

The Hero's Guard

Not much is written about Kris in the pages of history. However, many speak highly of the time they spent alongside the one they called Altea's finest knight.

Blue

Alteans were obsessed with the color blue, which he supposed was understandable. Blue was the color of their flag, the color of the ocean which surrounded and safeguarded their island kingdom, the color of their beloved royal family. But sometimes Kris felt like people were drawn to him simply because he had blue hair and, as a royal guard, was much more approachable than the likes of Prince Marth. He had never been very popular in small, isolated Sera Village yet the moment he arrived in the capital there had been more than a few swoons in his general direction from women and men alike.

Maybe he should dye it.

"Sire. With this war now over, a hero will be needed. A hero called Prince Marth. There are still hostilities between people who have fought for so long. Those won't disappear easily. In order to have everyone's agreement, a king everyone recognizes- a godlike hero is needed. And that hero must be you, Sire, and you alone. "

"But then, what you've done so far will be... "

"Even if the world doesn't know, you do and that's enough for me."

The Famed Genius

Mark vanished after the final battle. Bern, Lycia, and Etruria all sought those famed skills, but none ever found the tactician whose brilliance changed the course of history.

Blue

The sky was blue.

He had always known the sky was blue, of course. He'd looked up at it often enough during the campaign to check the weather and the positioning of the sun, yet while he was always quick to notice the sky's color it was rare that he ever acknowledged it when the color was blue.

The sky was blue. It was the color of Lyn's favored dress and Eliwood's worn tunic and Hector's battered armor, the color engraved in his memory after months in its presence.

One day there would be another war. One day they would call and he would answer, secure in the knowledge that a tactician's place was in the midst of conflict. But until then he would explore this peaceful world and, should he ever grow lonely, look up to the sky.

"You'll do just fine on your own. I have the utmost faith that you'll be a master tactician, Mark. That's from someone who's seen you at work! Well then, take care... I... I hope I see you again. I'm sure that I will someday..."

"So, this is farewell. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't... This world wouldn't be here. You have my heartfelt gratitude. Mark...I'll see you again. It's a promise, my friend."

"I sealed Armads away, like it used to be, but... I can still feel its power pulsing inside me. War is coming. Someday, a terrible war... When that day comes... I want you to be there when that day comes. I want you to guide my children and me. We'll meet again. I'm sure of it!"

The High Deliverer

Robin's legendary exploits filled many a saga and delighted children hungry for a dashing tale of heroism. But what was the man really like? ...Few yet live to remember.

Blue

In the courtyard there was a marble statue, that of a young man with quizzical eyes and a gentle smile. Its base was largely obscured by a sea of blue, courtesy of the many flowers planted seemingly at random in a haphazard and chaotic crowd that stood out against the carefully trimmed plants which inhabited the rest of the castle.

It wasn't long before the flowers became almost as revered as the man they honored and the soft blue petals began to emerge around the realm. The flowers bloomed on the tables of commoners and in the halls of nobility, soared on the saddles of pegasi and crowned the horns of wyverns. Soon it was all but impossible to travel within Ylisse without the presence of forget-me-nots.

"I vow to give my all to healing the damage this war has wrought upon the realm. When Robin returns, I want him to see what his sacrifice bought. Robin...if you can hear me... You will always have a place here with us. Remember that. Always."