I do not own Fire Emblem Awakening, its characters, or the story image. This story is heavily inspired by the story of "The Legend of Legendary Heroes".

Robin opened his eyes slowly, his mental faculties slowly starting to return to him. No light entered his field of vision, and all he could see was the pitch darkness stretching out in front of him. He tried to move, but everything he did was sluggish and uncoordinated. He flexed his fingers by opening and closing them into a fist, though everything was slow, as if he was currently severely ill. Eventually, after a few minutes of a blank mind and fist clenching, Robin started to notice the things around him.

He was laying on a hay-stuffed mattress, which was set on the ground, his long Plegian coat being the only source of warmth he had. A faint dripping noise could be heard coming from some distance away, and the noise seemed to echo. The air felt cool and damp, and not a ray of light was coming from anywhere.

Robin slowly sat himself up into a sitting position, his legs hanging over the side of the mattress with his feet set upon the stone floor. He used his right hand to push back his white hair behind his ears. It had grown long, the length of it reaching his shoulders and his bangs easily covered his eyes should his hair be left to its own devices.

His mind quickly jumpstarted, as he started remembering the events that had transpired to lead him to this dismal place.

He was currently residing in the underground cells of the Ylissean palace. After Grima, the dark dragon which threatened to end the world, had been sent back to his resting place by the hand of the Exalt Chrom, the king of Ylisse, the citizens saw Chrom as a hero. He left the plane of which mortals lie, and entered into the region strictly reserved for leaders that are separate from human kind. These are the types of people which are infallible, people who cannot and will not make a mistake. The people of the country Ylisse latched onto him as a savior, and he now bore the name "hero".

The Shepherds, the military group which Chrom led and was thus responsible for Grima's defeat, were also put into this plane of heroes. All of them, except for one soul. Even with Chrom's insistence to the people that the tactician Robin bore no threat to them, the citizens of Ylisse saw him only as a monster that needed to be killed.

To a certain extent, these people were correct in their judgement. His soul was invariably linked to the dark dragon's. For Robin's entire life, he bore the crest of Grima, a six eyed purple marking on the back of his right hand. This blood connection had allowed him to be controlled multiple times by the dragon's power, to so much extent that he had betrayed the exalt at one of their most important missions. However, the Shepherds had (mostly) never given him any blame for that incident.

When Grima had been exiled back to slumber by Chrom's sword, Falchion, Robin had hoped the connection would be severed and the mark that tainted him would disappear. Unfortunately, the mark did not fade. There was still possibility that he would be controlled at some point by the dark forces of the world. The people of Ylisse eventually caught wind of this information, the source of which was never found, and started calling for the legendary tactician's head.

Chrom and the other Shepherds insisted to the people that Robin bore them not threat, but despite these testimonies from heroes, the people would not stand it. Their love for Robin had turned to loathing in less than a day, and their outcries were only getting worse. The people stood at the edge of rebellion, all because Chrom wouldn't turn on his best friend.

Finally, Robin had come to Chrom late one night, and insisted on his own imprisonment. This way, at least the people would calm down for the time being while they figured out a strategy. However, when Chrom announced the arrest for the former-grandmaster of the Ylissean armies, the citizens still were not satisfied. They called for his death, and there was no sight of them giving up such a request.

After a long conversation, Robin finally had given Chrom a sad smile, and sentenced himself to execution. This way, the world could move on, and Ylisse would be saved.

In Robin's mind, his one life was nothing compared to all those that would be lost should a rebellion break out.

He smiled sadly again to himself. He had played out his execution and it's affect a million times in his head. Chrom and the Shepherds would likely be devastated, but he was sure they could eventually recover. His one concern was his daughter, Morgan. Their blood relation had been kept secret from the public, and only the Shepherds knew the truth. She had come from the future, like many of the Shepherd's children, to aid in the fight against the dark dragon. The difference with Morgan, however, was she had no memory of her mother. And her white hair that matched her father's didn't offer any clue to the identity of Robin's future wife.

To hide the relation between the two when Robin was sentenced to jail, Morgan's hair was died brown, a color matching that of the Exalt's wife, Sumia.

Since Morgan was only a few years younger than the majority of the Shepherd's, likely around the age of 18 (her true age had been forgotten to her), the queen had claimed that Morgan was her long lost sister and put an end to any suspicion of Morgan's family history. She was currently serving as the new grandmaster of Ylisse, a title Robin was sure she would do well in. Unfortunately, Robin was unsure how long it would take for her to get over his death. Likely, she would be torn, but this is why Robin had trained Chrom in tactics. He was always preparing contingency plans, and in a case where he was gone and nobody else could lead, he wanted Chrom to have a basic understanding of tactics so that he could win most battles he entered.

Now, Robin had three days until his execution date. Chrom had pushed it back as much as he could, but the people's threat to rebel and kill Robin themselves finally forced his hand. Robin had spent almost half a year in his cell, frequently getting visits from both the Exalt and his daughter. During his time, he felt no regrets.

In truth, the people's fears and words struck true to his heart. He knew he was a monster. He knew his life was a threat to those he loved, and he couldn't bear the thought. The people's words had turned him into the hardworking man he used to be to somebody who slept almost all day, if for no other reason than to lower any possibility of him hurting someone else. Him being relieved of his duties of ensuring millions of people lived also didn't aid in his turning into a man that wanted nothing more than to sleep the day away.

In his six month sentence, Robin had also read many books. Philosophy, mathematics, physics, magic, anything he could get his hands on. Though he slept over half the day each day, he had managed to go through the entire contents of the royal library, and wrote a memoir to Chrom with his final remaining weeks. In it, he detailed a plan for hope. A plan with which he believed a permanent peace could be attained, using the artifacts of heroes past. Robin had suspicion that Naga, the divine counterpart to Grima, had not only brought about Chrom's sword but many other artifacts capable of destroying evil. However, Robin focused more on the Fire Emblem, a shield that was blessed by Naga's divine fire, a weapon capable of mass destruction. Robin surmised, with the help of ancient literature, that the so called Fire Emblem wasn't actually the shield. He believed there was a full set of armor, along with a sword and shield, whose collective name was the Fire Emblem. When all pieces were assembled, the wearer became equal to a god, and would be able to conquer entire countries in just a day.

Robin's plan was to gather these pieces, from wherever they may be, and distribute them to each country in the world. His premise was mutually assured destruction, in which no country dare attack the other, since both possess such destructive capabilities that a war between two bearers of pieces of the Fire Emblem would result in the destruction of both their countries. As such, Robin believed permanent peace could be achieved.

His memoir was almost finished, and with it he believed Chrom could spur on the age of peace, even without him being there.

At least, that was Robin's plan…..

A large crashing noise followed by a cloud of dust came from the wall that Robin's bed was pressed against. Sunlight quickly filled the room, a gaping hole in the wall having just appeared. Robin covered his eyes while they adjusted, unable to make out who had just intruded. He was without weapon, so if an assassin had invaded, he would be unable to defend himself. However, no harm came to him, just silence once the rubble settled.

When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he found a certain blue-haired princess standing in the room with him, albeit standing as far as she could away from him.

"Uh….Lucina?" Robin finally asked.

The girl in question was the future daughter of Chrom and Sumia. She was the leader of the group of children that traveled back in time to aid the Shepherds in their battle against Grima. She was just a year younger than her parents, though she seemed much more mature than them, in Robin's opinion. Of course, he had not spoken much to her in her time with the Shepherds, as she was always just focused on her mother and father. Though her apparent appreciation for personal space was something he had not seen before.

"I have been instructed by father, unofficially, to break you out of your cell and take you far away from here"

Robin's face turned from startled to tired as he sat back down on his bed. He had expected Chrom to come up with some escape plan to protect him from death, but the people would never accept that. They would turn on Chrom once they saw he was not actively trying to catch the monster of a man.

"Look, I know Chrom wants to save me, but there's no point in just letting me leave. The people would never let that happen."

Lucina's face remained unfaltering.

"I am to assume the role of a traitor that assisted in freeing the deviant known as Robin, whilst my sister leads the Justice Cabal to capture us. Meanwhile, Chrom makes only the request that you, and this is in his words, 'follow your own orders and find me peace'".

Robin looked down at the memoir pages that were now strewn about on the ground, trying to think of when Chrom might have read them.

"How exactly did Chrom know….wait, what do you mean deviant?" Robin asked, the word leaving a strange taste in his mouth. Of all things he had been called, deviant was never one of them.

Lucina turned a light shade of red as she broke eye contact and stared at the ground, pushing her body somehow further away from Robin.

"Father told me to help you escape…..but he warned me to stay far away from you….he said you…he said you go after all the helpless girls, and that you are a sexual deviant who cannot control himself" Lucina finally finished, her voice wearing out towards the end.

Robin opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to form a response.

"He what?" He finally said in an exacerbated voice.

Lucina quickly drew her sword, the future Falchion, and quickly pointed it at Robin.

"He entrusted me to be your guardian during this journey to make sure you don't prey on any other poor woman! He knew I would never fall for your wiles, and thus I have taken the task of watching over you!" She declared, her voice strangely stoic for the words she just said.

Robin covered his face with his hands. He had no doubt that Chrom told this whole story to his daughter, but why couldn't he realize that Lucina was unable to distinguish a joke from truth. Though, the more he thought about it, the more he realized Chrom probably wasn't joking, even though Robin had never so much as kissed a girl in his life.

"I have a feeling this is going to get old, really fast" Robin whined out to nobody in particular.

"Quiet! Get on your feet, we must get going before the guards catch up to us. We have already wasted enough time" Lucina spoke from her place far away from Robin.

"You know, this is going to be a long trip if you insist on staying that far away from me all the time" Robin said as he stood on his feet.

"Ha, you will never catch me with your charm, deviant. I will honor father's words, and will never allow you to catch me off guard."

Robin stretched himself before turning to look at the hole in his cell wall.

"I'm not a deviant, alright? Your father is just joking around, I've never done that. Now do you have a weapon for me, or am I just running around defenseless?"

"Like I would arm one such as yourself, you would only turn against me and force yourself on me. Father warned me of your tricks" Lucina said, Falchion still extended out at Robin.

"Yup. Getting old fast. Look, I'm entirely sure that you are a much better master of the sword than I will ever be, so the chance that I will best you in a battle are slim to none. Now please just give me a sword so we can get out of here" Robin said, his voice full of annoyance. He received a sharp stabbing pain to his buttocks in return for his request.

"OW! Why would you do that!?"

"I told you that we must get moving. Now stop dawdling and get going, the troops will be on us before we know it. MOVE!" Lucina yelled, thrusting Falchion towards Robin again, though this time he moved fast enough to dodge it.

"Fine! I'm going! I already have a feeling that this will be a long journey" he said to himself as he climbed the rubble into the palace garden. Once he was up, he turned to help Lucina up, but she had already made it to the grass in the time it took him to turn around, her face bearing no emotion, as it always was.

"How do you even move that fast?" He cried out. Lucina gave him a glance, then increased the distance between them by hopping backwards.

"Is this how it's going to be the entire journey?" He asked, his face drooping. Lucina still held Falchion as she glared at him.

"It will be, unless you prefer me to shackle you and drag you around by rope." She said, full seriousness in her voice.

Robin turned and started walking towards the palaces outer walls.

"On second thought, I think this arrangement works perfectly" he grumbled to himself. Lucina followed alongside him as the two crept around the palace gates, able to sneak past all the guards and got out into the city of Ylisstol.

"Wait here deviant" Lucina said as she quickly scurried towards a clothing shop.

"I have a name, you know" Robin said to the empty air.

"Wait…" Robin quickly remembered how awful Lucina's taste in clothing was, and feared for whatever she would come out with. Around ten minutes passed before she finally returned.

"Lose all your clothes and put these on, they will let us escape easier."

Lucina handed Robin a surprisingly normal outfit, which consisted of long black combat pants, a blue cloak with a hood, and a long sleeved gray shirt. Robin stood still looking between the clothes and Lucina for a few moments.

"What's wrong?" Lucina finally asked, her voice full of impatience.

"While your whole idea of me is incorrect, I feel like me stripping down in front of you won't help my case" Robin finally said.

Lucina blushed heavily before smacking Robin's head with Falchion's sheath. Robin fell to the ground and rubbed the back of his head.

"Just…why?" He asked, no longer having the energy to fight whatever misconceptions that Chrom had filled his daughter's head with.

"How dare you try to win me over with your charms and deviancy! It will never work!" She yelled at him.

"Alright, whatever. Just go over there so I can change" Robin resigned. Once the princess had left him, he quickly changed into the clothes she had given him and dumped his faithful old coat into a nearby trash bin, his heart breaking as he did so. He pulled up his hood and came out to meet Lucina.

"I do say I did a wonderful job picking those clothes. Maybe being around one as pure as me will cure your deviancy" Lucina said without skipping a beat before turning to lead them towards the city gates.

"Sure, whatever you say. Anyways, do you know where we are headed?" He asked while they walked.

"I'm only here to watch over you, not to provide direction" She answered. Surprisingly, she was letting Robin walk next to her without any visual balking. She had probably just forgotten about the ruse Chrom was putting her through, Robin surmised. There was no way that Lucina of all people had not only understood the Exalt's joke, but was also following through and keeping it going. Robin didn't believe she had that capacity in her.

"So I guess navigator duty falls on me then. According to my research, we should first head for the southern tip of Plegia. After we stock up on supplies, that is. Though I don't recommend we stock up here, we should get at least half a day's travel away from here before we stop." He said. Lucina glanced at him and nodded. Robin looked up at the blue sky, finally appreciating it for the first time that day as they approached the city gates. This would be the first time he had seen it in half a year, and it had never looked so beautiful.

"Justice Cabal! We have been given strict orders to capture the escapee and their partner and bring them back here to justice!" Cynthia yelled to her troops, which consisted of Nah, Owain and Inigo. They were a small band that was put together as a reconnaissance team, but Chrom had assigned them to hunt down and capture the prisoner Robin, and the unknown assistant in his escape.

"Are you sure we have to do this? We know Robin isn't guilty of anything" Nah pointed out from her seat at the table in the Justice Cabal's small base of operations.

"Nah, a hero must never disobey an order from their leader. Though Robin is a good friend, my blood seeks only justice, and it will deliver it if it's the last thing I do!" Owain yelled with increasing enthusiasm. Nah nodded meekly at his response, still conflicted as to if what they were doing was right.

"We know he is innocent, but the people are sure to rebel if we just let him go. While I don't find this pleasant either, we must do it. Besides, maybe our chase will lead us to the beauties of the world" Inigo chimed in, his eyes lost in a daydream.

"Do you remember when Chrom was telling us, and by us I mean Lucina, about how she needed to avoid Robin at all costs because he would charm any lady in a 500 mile radius? Why did he never say anything about you, Inigo?" Nah replied, her voice having genuine curiosity.

"Perhaps the Exalt realizes how fantastic of a lad I am" Inigo said, full of confidence.

"Methinks he just doesn't think Lucina would fall for you" Owain said, breaking his usual heroic speech in favor of a simple response, crushing Inigo's ego.

"Well, I don't think we have to worry, because we will capture Robin before anything can happen!" Cynthia exclaimed.

"If for nothing else, it is because we all know that every pega-princess needs her pega-prince!" She added.

The whole group let out a collective groan. It was no secret that Cynthia had a crush on the tactician. For that matter, it seemed that many women found themselves attracted to the man. When Chrom had warned on Robin's charms, he wasn't just sprouting lies, but rather half-truths. If he wanted, the former tactician could likely gain the affection of any woman he so wanted.

"Enough groaning! The Justice Cabal has a mission, and we will succeed!" Cynthia yelled again, giving an end to the meeting.

Two men met in secret under the cover of a sandstone building in the middle of a deserted village. The glanced all around them and out at the sands surrounding the village before exchanging a set of documents for a priceless jewel that had been stolen from a nobleman. As the two exchanged a few words before separating from their meeting spot, a shadow began trailing the one with the set of documents. The man turned over his shoulder, thinking he had heard someone, only to find nothing but sand behind him. He set back moving forward, as the shadowed figure rose up, sand rolling off them as they had quickly burrowed themselves in the dirt.

The shadow was wearing all tan clothing, with a scarf covering their entire head and face except for a slit for their eyes. They felt all the heat from the hot sun, but carried on despite it. They trailed the man for a mile before deciding they had gone far enough into the desert that nobody would ever find the body. They closed the gap and shoved a hand over the man's mouth and plunged a dagger into his heart. The shadow held onto the man, muffling any dying screams, before he finally went limp. The shadow retrieved the documents and set about burying the body in a shallow grave. This would hide the presence to travelers, but would allow for the nighttime creatures to find and dispose of the body.

The shadow left the body and headed for a village to the west, where they had an inn room reserved. Once they were safely in their room, the shadow pulled off the scarf covering their head, revealing long red ponytails and the silky white skin of a woman.

Severa coughed out any sand that had gotten in her mouth as she laid the scarf on the bed next to her, finally examining out the documents she had taken. She had been working as an Ylissean spy within Plegia for over a year now, and had been tracking a group that appeared to want to start another war with Ylisse.

"Hmm…what do we have here?" She wondered aloud as she unrolled a map with a large "X" marked near the southern tip of Plegia and the letters "FE" marked.

"Looks like I know where I'm going next. Gawds, I hope this actually leads me somewhere" She said as she rewrapped her head with the scarf before tossing the map into the fireplace and igniting it with a match.

"You know, when I said supplies, I was meaning just the essentials" Robin said as Lucina gathered up many different food and camping supplies from the store they found in a nearby village.

"One must always have the necessary supplies to deal with a deviant" She replied bluntly.

"Ignoring that, how exactly will seventeen figurines of Chrom help us?" He asked, holding one of the many wooden figures that Lucina had purchased.

Lucina's eyes quickly grew soft as she swooned over the figure of her father.

"Does not the image of this great man cause hope to pour out of your soul?" She said as she gently took the figurine from Robin.

"No. No actually, it pretty much has the opposite effect." He stated coldly. He was met with a smack to the back of the head from Falchion's sheath.

"Perhaps this proves how much of a deviant you are, if you can't even see how noble and just father is" Lucina said as she put the figuring back into her pack before picking it up and strapping it to her shoulders.

"I'm sure that's what it is. Didn't you used to be all…gloomy and 'we must save the future'"? He asked, remembering how reluctant Lucina used to be to say more than two words to anybody that didn't bear her blood.

"The future was saved, and I found hope and inspiration in these figurines. Do those satisfy your questions?" Lucina asked. Robin stopped, scared to ask his next question.

"How many of those figurines do you actually have?"

"Why, I believe I have filled three rooms at the castle, no two figurines being the same" She answered in earnest. Robin let out a long sigh as he started walking towards the Ylissean-Plegian border, forcing Lucina to quicken her pace to catch up to him.

"Let's just get one thing straight, I'm not some deviant, alright?" He said in one final attempt to get Chrom's brain washing out of her.

"That is something only a deviant would say. Father warned me you would try these tricks" She answered.

"ARRGH! Damnit Chrom, why can't your daughter take a joke!?" He yelled out to the sky, before dejectedly resuming his march to bring peace to the world, with nothing but the pack on his back, a new sword at his hip, a thunder tome in his pocket, and a princess that thought of him as a sexual deviant at his side.

"So you let him get away?" Frederick asked as he approached the throne of the Exalt, where Chrom sat.

"Yes, I figured the least I owed to him was a day's head start before Cynthia starts chasing after him." He answered solemnly.

"Milord, are you sure the people will just let this stand?" Frederick asked. He meant no malice, he had actually grown to appreciate the tactician. He simply feared for his lord's head, should the people revolt.

"As far as common knowledge goes, nobody knows that we had any hand in Robin's escape, and the people will feel at ease that the Justice Cabal was sent after them" Chrom replied.

Frederick simply nodded and scurried off back out of the throne room leaving Chrom to his thoughts.

"My friend…..I hope you find that peace you wrote of. If you can accomplish that, the people will no doubt accept you. Then, our little family can finally be reunited…." He trailed off, remembering the happy days when he led the Shepherds and didn't have to worry about any politics. His fist clenched as he remembered the night he and Robin discussed his execution. He had not shed that many tears since his sister Emmeryn's death.

"Please Robin…succeed in your mission…and don't you dare lay a finger on my daughters" He finished, his eyes staring off at the ceiling in a daydream.

A/N: So here is a little story break from my regular works. This story is something that came from the manga/anime "The Legend of Legendary Heroes", and I felt the characters fit FE:A nicely. Thus, this story has been born. I will still be writing the Life series, however this is something a bit different. There is no set pairing currently, which means Robin could end up with any of the 2nd gen females (or all of them). Anyways, expect lots of action, the humor that I have in my other writings, and a large twisted backstory to hold everything together. Maybe a romantic moment here or there, but we shall see. Since this is an experimental story, please leave a review letting me know if you think this story is worth continuing!

-Austin