"Chrom, we have to do SOMETHING." I heard some girl say as soon as I woke up, my eyes slowly opening as my vision blurred. Yeh, of course you have to do something, I'm lying on the ground somewhere you unintelligent little shit.
...wait, how did you get into my house and why are you in my room? ...wait this isn't my house. This is grass.
"What do you propose we do?" a more masculine voice asked. I assumed this was Chrom. How about start with getting me off the ground?
"I- I don't know." the girl replied. I don't see how it's possible to ignore the obvious solution of getting me off the ground, but I don't know, you might have a mental disorder or something, I don't want to be disrespectful just yet. My eyes finished opening and my vision grew back to normal. The girl was blonde with her hair in an obnoxious… I don't know, whatever it is, I'm not familiar with hair styles. Then again, I don't really remember being familiar with anything… As they noticed I was awake, the girl did some sort of weird throaty gasp.
"I see you're awake now." Chrom smiled. Yeh, no shit Sherlock.
...wait, how was I so certain of this guys name? For all I know, 'Chrom' could be this serial killer behind me, Chrom could be anyone. But I don't know, the name just sorta… clicks with him. It fits him.
"Hey there." the girl said with a soft tone. Ehh, she may not be intelligent but at least she's nice.
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know," Chrom lectured. Don't give me that tone. "Give me your hand." he reached his hand out to me and I held out mine. For some reason it had some weird pink symbol on it, though I don't know, it might be a tattoo I don't remember. He pulled me up and I saw him face to face. His hair was a shade of dark blue, with it styled in a messy fringe that almost went down to cover his eyes.
As soon I I was pulled up I saw another guy, one who wasn't talked: he, too, had a messy fringe, though his hair was a regular dark brown, and he was wearing excessive armour for someone in a field. The girl was wearing some sort of yellow hoop skirt, and she was significantly smaller than Chrom and the armour guy.
"You all right?" Chrom asked. Nah, I died a couple of times while waking up.
"Yes… Thank you, Chrom." I said back, smiling. It's nice to know not all people are assholes.
"Ah, then you know who I am?" Come to think of it, I don't, I just guessed from what hoop skirt girl was saying.
"No, actually, it's strange," I replied. I don't really remember anything, for some reason, I've just realised. You'd think I'd know if I was an amnesiac, but meh. "Your name, I just assumed it was you, from what…" I struggled to think of what to call hoop skirt girl, though I decided to just be brutally honest. "That girl over there said."
"...Hmm, how curious," Yeh, Chrom, I'm thinking the exact same. "Tell me, what's your name? What brings you here?" ...Shit, I can't remember my name.
"My name is, it's…" I tried to think of a way to explain my amnesia, before being cut off.
"...You don't know your own name?" You don't have to be so judgemental about it, at least I'm laying off the insults for hoop skirt girl. For now at least.
"I'm not sure if… wait, I'm sorry, but where am I, exactly?" Well of course I'd ask I've just woken up in a field not even knowing my own name, you'd think I want to know where I am. Hoop skirt girl suddenly jumped back with a weird look on her face.
"Hey, I've heard of this!" she half-shouted, "It's called amnesia!" You think I don't know? Guess I'm not laying off the insults then, you deserve them.
"It's called a load of pegasus dung." the armour guy said with a disapproving look on his face. Hey, don't diss my conditions. "We're to believe you remember milord's name, but not your own?" Milord? What and who even are these people? I don't think royalty would go and search in places that aren't their castle.
"But it's the truth!" I tried to convince them.
"...What if it IS true, Frederick?" Chrom turned to armour guy. Oh hey, he has a name. "We can't just leave him here, alone and confused." ...Meh, fair enough wording. "What sort of Shepherds would we be then?" Shepherds? I don't think you need armour to tend sheep, unless I'm in, what, an alternate universe where zombie animals are an extreme issue?
"Just the same, milord, I must emphasise caution. 'Twould not do to let a wolf into our flock." I'm not a wolf, you asshole.
"Right then-we'll take him back to town and sort this out there."Chrom said. Reasonable. And at least I'm near civilisation, that's good.
"Wait just one moment, do I have a say in any of this?" I asked. I don't think I do.
"Peace, friend." Chrom responded. Dude, I've known you for less than five minutes, I don't think I consider you a friend just yet. "I promise we'll hear all you have to say back in town. Now come." Yep, I don't have a say here.
We started walking towards wherever the town was, when I suddenly stopped as a weird thought crossed my mind.
"What am I to do then? Am I to be your prisoner?" I inquired. Don't ask why the thought crossed my mind, it just seemed strange how they were acting.
"Haha, once we've established you're no enemy of Ylisse, you're free to go." Chrom replied. Ylisse? Is that some weird town name or something?
"Is that where we are? Ylisse?" I asked.
"You've never heard of the halidom?" Frederick looked at me suspiciously. No shit I haven't heard of the halidom, I just woke up with amnesia, you think I'd know? "Ha! Someone pay this actor. He played quite the fool!" You're dead to me. "The furrowed brow is especially convincing…"
"Frederick, please." Chrom shot a glare at Frederick, "This land is known as the Halidom of Ylisse. Our ruler, Emmeryn, is called the exalt." Thanks for at least being nice, Chrom. "I suppose proper introductions are in order…" Hell yeah they are. "My name is Chrom-but then again, you already knew that. The delicate one here is my little sister, Lissa." The name even SOUNDS dumb.
"I am not delicate!" Lissa protested, her face turning into a cute little frown. Shit, did I just say cute? The last time I had a crush… well I don't remember but it probably went really badly. "Ignore my brother, please. He can be a bit thick sometimes." Nah I'd say he's spot on. But you're lucky the Shepherds found you. Brigans would have been a rude awakening!"
"Shepherds?" I decided to speak my thoughts from earlier. "You tend sheep? ...In full armour?" I shot a glance at Frederick.
"Heh, it's a dangerous job." Chrom shrugged. How exactly is it dangerous? Are there mutant sheep or something? "Just ask Frederick the Wary here." I'd say he's a bit too wary.
"A title I shall wear with pride." Frederick half smiled. "Gods forbid one of us keeps an appropriate level of caution." Gods? Last time I checked there was only one, if not none at all. "I have every wish to trust you, stranger, but my station mandates otherwise." Tough but fair, I guess.
"I understand, sir. I would do no less myself." Except maybe a little kinder. Depends on their stupidity. Wait, is that a name I remember? It sounds cool. "My name is Robin, I think? I just remembered I name. I think it's mine."
"Robin? Is that foreign?" Chrom asked. Probably. "...Ah, well, we can discuss it later. We're almost to town. Once we-"
"Chrom, look!" Lissa interrupted rather rudely. "The town!" We all turned to see smoke filling the air in a nearby town.
"Damn it! The town is ablaze!" Chrom shouted. No shit. "Those blasted brigands, no doubt…" I don't recall any brigands. "Frederick, Lissa! Quickly!" What about me, you gonna leave me behind? Sorry, as much as I hate Frederick, I'm coming with you.
"What about him, milord?" Frederick motioned to me. I guess you might eventually grow on me.
"Unless he's on fire as well, it can wait!" Aptly put.
"Aptly put, milord." Frederick put on the same sort of angry frown as he did when he was unconvinced about me.
"Let's go already!" Lissa interrupted is with an annoyed shout. Chrom, Lissa and Frederick ran over to the town as fast as they could, and I decided to follow them. When I got there, I'd noticed they'd pulled out weapons, from… wherever. Chrom had a long, weirdly shaped sword, Frederick held a silvery lance, while Lissa held what I presumed to be a healing staff.
"Remember, Robin, we face practiced thieves and murderers. They will grant us no quarter. It's kill or be killed." Frederick turned to me. Wow, this world is dark. I looked through the pockets in the robe I was wearing, interesting, didn't pay attention to what I was wearing until now, and found a weird yellow book, and a bronze sword that looked significantly smaller than Chrom's. I started examining them and Chrom went up to me.
"So, Robin, I see you wear a sword. Is it-" So I'm assuming this yellow book is just a yellow book? "Wait, is that a tome? ...You know magic?" Apparently not.
"I...guess so? I suppose I should check." I replied, confused.
"You guess so?" Chrom responded with a slightly annoyed expression. "Perhaps I'll just leave you a few paces behind for the time being…" I'm slightly offended, to be honest there.
"No, I can control it, I'm sure." I made sure to hold back any insults for now: for all I know, they could be royalty in disguise. "Now how did this work again? Ah, yes…" Simple memories of how to actually use magic rushed back to me. Ehh, if the memories are coming back this quickly, then I don't think it'll be too much of a problem. Chrom turned away to do his own business and I was left on my own.
"We'll see who's delicate!" Lissa said out of nowhere, "I may not be able to attack like Chrom," And Frederick. "But when you get injured? I'LL be the one stitching your bones back together, care of my trusty staff! You just tell me where to go, Robin." Since when was I telling these people where to go in battle? Eh, I might as well, I seem to have somewhat of a brain for strategy.
"OK, Lissa, stay back for now," I started commanding orders as my brain worked up a plan, "There's enemies nearby, so me and Chrom can take care of those. Frederick… you seem like an experienced fighter, so you can stay near me and Chrom to make sure we don't get hurt."
"OK!" Chrom shouted back, while Frederick and Lissa obeyed my orders without a word. Chrom rushed to a nearby sword-using brigand, attacking him and then blocking his counter-attack, but not killing him. I then ran towards the brigand, remembering how to use magic, and focused on casting it in my head.
"THUNDER!" I shouted when it was time. A bolt of electricity shot out of my hands, hitting the brigand, knocking him down and seemingly killing him. The next brigand nearby was an axe-user, who attacked me, hitting me in the arm. Ouch, that hurt, you asshole.
"Is anyone hurt? It would be foolish to leave a wound untreated." Chrom asked. I turned back and motioned to Lissa to come over and heal the cut on my arm. I was about to attack the axe-user back in revenge, before Chrom rushed in and stabbed him straight in the stomach, obviously killing him. It was as he fell that I noticed a brigand mage in the distance. I then suddenly felt my arm feel a lot better, and turned around to see Lissa pointing her staff at it and letting it heal. Hey, at least she's good for something. As soon as she'd finished healing, Lissa ran back and hid from the enemy mage. I went forward, heading towards it, but didn't attack it: I didn't know how strong it was, and I didn't want to take risks. I then heard a horse galloping and Frederick behind me. Meh, makes sense.
The mage then attacked Chrom, knocking him back with what appeared to be wind magic. Lissa quickly ran behind Chrom to start healing the wound, while I pulled out my sword, motioning Frederick to stay behind me as support. I attacked the mage, it not even bothering to dodge, almost killing it, while it attacked me with a seemingly weaker wind spell. Chrom then rushed in from behind me and killed the mage easily, it dying with a single strike from then healed my slight wound from the wind magic, while me, Chrom and Frederick headed further upwards.
"Are you all right, Robin? Don't rush into danger." Chrom faced me.
"I'm fine, Chrom, don't worry." I smiled back.
"You've lent us your strength, and that makes you a friend." I guess that makes sense. "Having an ally by my side gives me courage." To follow by his words, I moved next to him, switching to my tome. One of the final brigands was a sword user, like the one earlier, who attacked me with a predictable move, allowing me to easily block it. I then landed the killing blow on it by moving further forward and attacking it from a distance with my tome. Chrom then noticed a final brigand, who seemed to be the leader, further forward, and ran towards him.
"Frederick, go help Chrom kill that final brigand!" I ordered, turning to Frederick. Frederick then ran behind Chrom, who then attacked the leader with a strong strike, allowing Frederick to finish him off with his lance.
"Well," I said when they'd finished killing the boss and healing up, "That's the end of that."
"Lucky for the town, we were close by." Lissa put on a happy-go-lucky smile. "But holy wow, Robin! You were incredible! Swords, sorcery AND tactics! Is there anything you can't do?" Use a staff.
"You're certainly no helpless victim, that's for sure." Chrom complimented. At least I think that's a compliment.
"Indeed." Frederick cut in, "Perhaps you might even be capable of an explanation for how you came here?" Dammit Frederick I've told you, I'm an amnesiac.
"I understand your skepticism, Sir Frederick," I replied. Well not really. "But I cannot explain why only some knowledge has returned to me. But please, believe me, I have shared all that I know." I try to be at least somewhat polite while talking to these guys, but it's really hard.
"You thought to save Ylissean lives. My heart says that's enough."
"And your mind, milord? Will you not heed it's counsel as well?"
"Frederick, the Shepherds could use someone with Robin's talent." I don't think being able to use magic is exactly useful for tending sheep. "We've brigands and unruly neighbours, all looking to bloody our soil. Would you really have us lose such an able tactician?" What now, Frederick? "Besides, I believe his story, odd as it might be."
"Thank you Chrom." I replied with a genuine smile. I can tell at least me and Chrom are going to be friends.
"So how about it? Will you join us, Robin?" Chrom asked.
"I would be honoured," I responded.
"Did you notice, milord? The brigands spoke with a Plegian accent." Frederick turned to Chrom, it being later in the day now.
"Plegian?" I asked, "What's that?" I'm assuming it's a halidom or something like Ylisse.
"Plegia is Ylisse's westerly neighbour. They send small bands into our territory, hoping to instigate a war." Chrom replied sincerely.
"And it's the poor townsfolk who suffer!" Lissa shouted, with a troubled look on her face. "Totally inncoent, and totally helpless…"
"They do have us, milady: Shepherds to protect the sheep." And how exactly is that going to help brigands? Are we going to make swords out of wool or something? "Do not be swept in your anger. It will cloud your judgement."
"I know, I know…" Lissa glared back. "Don't worry, I'll get used to all of this."
"Milord, please! You must stay the night!" a villager walked over to us, facing Chrom specifically. "We are simple folk of simple means, but we would gladly toast your valor with a feast!" They're treating Chrom like royalty here.
"A most generous offer, sir, and no doubt your hospitality would be grand… But I'm afraid we must hurry back to Ylisstol." Frederick replied, with an actual smile on his face. I'm pretty sure it's Ylisse, you uncultured swine Frederick.
"Dark meat only for me, medium well, and no salt in the soup, I simply-" Lissa seemed to ignore what Frederich had said. "Wait, what? We're not staying?" Lissa's usual smile turned into a sad, distressed frown. "But Frederick, it's nearly dark!"
"When night falls, we'll camp. Eat off the land, make our bed of twigs and the like… I believe you mentioned you would be 'getting used to this'?"
"Frederick!" Lissa stepped back in anger, "Sometimes I hate you."
"You've quite the stern lieutenant there." I pointed out, sharing Lissa's anger. I want a nice meal, dammit Frederick.
"Yeh, well 'stern' fits him! He hardly ever smiles!" Lissa didn't calm down and follow Frederick's advice from earlier, evidently.
"Frederick only smiles when he's about to bring down the axe." Chrom said with a smirk. Fucking psychopath.
"Duly noted." I replied with the same type of smirk.
Frederick coughed. "You do realise I'm still present?"
"Oh, we realise." Chrom and me laughed.
"Milord remains as amusing as ever." Frederick's straight face remained. And not me? I'm slightly offended. "Now then, shall we be going?"
"All right, all right." Chrom almost rolled his eyes. "The capital isn't far, Robin. Ready to go?"
"Yep."
A/N: Chapters will become less detailed and less dialogue-copied later on when I have more to work with. The romance will come later too.