I'm expecting this fanfic to be a full series starting with finding Virion in a field and ending with stopping Walhart. I don't plan on having Robin in the story, but who knows? He/She at least won't be the tactician or a main character. The children will probably come from a future that was devastated by Walhart or something like that. We'll see as we go. I hope you enjoy!
"Chrom! We have to do something!" yelled a rather young-sounding feminine voice.
"Well what do you propose we do?" said the calm, deep male voice.
"Uh... I don't know!"
Virion opened his eyes to see a rather attractive young lady with blond hair in pigtails on his right. To his left was a man with deep blue hair with the Brand of the Exalt on his right shoulder. This man could be none other than Prince Chrom himself.
"I see you're awake now" said Chrom. The blond girl giggled and Chrom said, "Here, give me your hand."
Chrom hoisted Virion up off of the ground with a strong tug. Virion looked around him and found the very same field he had fallen asleep in the previous night. These past few months had just been... crazy. After he had been kicked out of his home back in Rosanne, he found himself sneaking on a boat from Valm to Plegia. He had spent weeks traveling to Plegia to get to Ylisse where he had been told he could find help and better living circumstances. Now he found himself here: right in front of the fine Prince himself.
"Why thank you good sir," said Virion, "it seems that I was sleeping in rather late, doesn't it?"
"Why were you sleeping on the ground?" asked the blond girl innocently.
"I would rather like to know that too," butted in a man standing behind Chrom and the blond girl. He had on enormous blue armor that fit well on his muscular body. His stern look made Virion feel like hiding behind a rock or running for his mother.
"Now Frederick, don't jump to conclusions now," said Chrom, "He may just be another homeless man. Allow me to introduce myself and my companions. I am Prince Chrom of Ylisse, this is Lissa, my younger sister, and this is Frederick: my bodyguard I guess you could say."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Chrom. Just may I ask, why are you so far away from the castle? I've heard that the castle is a few days' journey from here." said Virion.
Chrom sighed and said, "I'm the leader of the Shepherds: a group of people from Ylisse that I found worthy to be a part of an elite group. We aren't much yet, but we aspire to do much someday."
Virion said, "And is this lovely young lady a member of the group?"
Lissa blushed and before either Chrom or Lissa could react, Frederick stepped forward and said with a firm voice, "Back away from the Princess. You haven't even identified yourself yet!"
"Haven't I?" asked Virion, "Well, then let me introduce myself. My name is Virion: the archest of all archers."
"Where are you from then Virion?" asked Frederick. His deep eyes stared into Virion's soul as if daring him to lie.
Virion said, "Well... uh... you see... that's personal."
"If you won't tell us where you're from, then how can we trust you?" inquired Frederick. He was on a roll and was going to make this man answer.
"Fine then! My name is Virion and I hail from the continent of Valm to the west of Ylisse across the ocean!" sputtered Virion, sounding rather unsophisticated.
"Frederick! Thank you for your concern, but I believe it is unnecessary," said Chrom, "So Virion, do you have a destination in mind?"
"My number one destination in life is to find the perfect woman, but I have yet to find the perfect woman as of yet."
"Uh... that's not really what I meant, but alright. Where in Ylisse are you headed?"
Virion said, "Oh yes, that. I was thinking of heading over to Southtown yesterday to stay the night at a good inn, but it appears that I fell asleep in the field instead.
"Very well Virion, we will accompany you to Southtown. Lissa, Frederick, let's go." said Chrom. Chrom didn't let Virion put in his input. Maybe Chrom doesn't trust as much as it might appear.
On the way to Southtown, Virion got to take in the countryside of Ylisse even more. It was a gorgeous land and reminded Virion of Rosanne. It's too bad that he was banished.
After a little while, Frederick asked, "Do I smell something... burning?"
Chrom said, "It's got to be Southtown. Gods! Not bandits again! Frederick and Lissa, come on, let's go!"
As they ran off, Virion thought, This is my chance to get away, do I take it? But what if they died? Who knows how many bandits there are? It couldn't hurt this man's body to go take a sneak peek at the battle.
Virion ran off after them, which was kind of tough considering how fast Chrom and Frederick were. When he arrived at Southtown, he saw what he was expecting to see: a few buildings burning and a small group of bandits running rampant. Chrom, Frederick, and Lissa were hiding behind a stall while a mage fired magic at them. They might seem like able warriors, but they don't have brains very well suited for tactics, do they?
Virion ran up to them behind the stall as well and asked,"Did you even have a plan?"
Chrom stuttered and said,"Well...kinda...no. Not really."
Virion stood up and examined the situation. There were about ten bandits, and only three of them with weapons. Luckily, the bandits were spread out, so that gave the small team, some chance.
Virion squatted back down and said,"Alright, what weapons do you two gentlemen have?"
Frederick held out a gorgeous silver lance, obviously brand new. Chrom's sword was in his hands already. Lissa was carrying a healing staff that she wasn't carrying earlier.
That's when Virion realized something: he didn't have a weapon of his own. Virion glanced around to find something worthy of being his weapon until his eyes found something that looked just right: an iron bow. He had spent several years learning the bow from a master of the art. Virion was said to be the most accurate archer in Rosanne, but it had been a few years since he had wielded one. He glanced around a little bit more before placing his eyes across a bronze sword. The work was nothing special, but it would do the job just fine. He dashed over to the next stall and grabbed the bow before dashing back.
"I don't suppose you would listen to the strategy that I have to offer to defeat these ruffians? After all you don't seem to trust me..." said Virion.
"Any plan would be really great right now Virion. What sort of plan is this?" asked Chrom.
Virion launched right into it," Well you see, three of us have offensive weapons and all ten of the bandits do. So obviously, we are at a disadvantage there. However, we are all probably more skilled than each of those ruffians individually. Not only that, but we have better weapons. Even further, they are very spread out through Southtown. All in all, the odds are actually in our favor whether they appear that way or not. Now for strategy: Frederick, my good sir, do you perchance know how to wield a sword?"
"All knights are required to learn swordplay in the academy. I know some swordplay, but I am no master."
Virion said,"Well Frederick, for us to get out today, you need to be the master. Your job is to protect Lady Lissa here. It is absolutely essential, however, that you use this sword. Those scoundrels are mostly using axes with the occasional sword. I see no lances, so therefore no risk to you wielding the sword. You should probably save that lance for another day. Keep it on hand, though.
"Now Chrom, what kind of sword is that? It is unlike any sword I have seen in my days."
"This sword is Falchion: the sword of the legendary hero-king. It has been altered over time, obviously, but it is still the same sword," replied Chrom.
"That means that your sword won't break. Wonderful! This plan is coming together easily. Now for the last part, Lady Lissa. You are going to be very important as well. If we are wounded, you need to heal us. If Frederick protects you, then your job is pretty easy."
"You can count on me Virion, I live to serve Ylisse and I would sooner die then let a bandit lay his paws on Lissa." said Frederick with unwavering confidence.
"Very well then. Here's the final plan: Frederick, you see that man over there with the tattoos all over his face? I'd bet my inheritance that he is the leader of this motley gang. I want you to charge him and kill anyone else that gets in the way. Chrom, you are going to be *ahem* somewhat of a shield or a distraction for me. While this may sound a little bit dangerous, I can cover your back and pick off bandits if this goes smoothly. Are we clear on how we are approaching this feat?"
Everyone nodded there heads in some way or form. I still don't trust this Virion very much, but perhaps he will help us get through this. Maybe he isn't a spy after all, thought Frederick.
Frederick jumped on his horse, hoisted Lissa up, grabbed the sword, and ran straight through the center of town, swiping down foes left and right. Frederick was much more capable than Virion could have imagined, he was practically a one-man army!
Chrom and Virion jumped into action after the initial shock of one man toppling foes that quickly. Virion notched an arrow and let if fly as Chrom sliced through a bandit. So far, so good.
Chrom and Virion worked very well together as a pair: they warned each other of incoming attacks and helped parry attacks for the other. In the end, only a few scratches and scrapes had been dealt to the pair of heroes.
Just as Chrom was slashing the last bandit, Frederick arrived and jumped off his horse and let Lady Lissa down first.
Chrom said,"So... Virion... Ylisse has a current vacancy in tactician position, would you like it?"
"Are you really offering based off of something as small and modest as this? You only met me today, after all. For all you know, I could be a spy or a traitor or..."
"That's enough Virion. Although you are somewhat odd, I am willing to have you as the tactician of this realm. This would entail you getting your own room in the castle for strategies and war councils, permissions to attend the high functions of Ylisse such as balls (I do like balls... think of all of the lovely royal ladies..), and many other different perks. This is quite the offer and it doesn't come lightly."
"My dear sir Chrom, you had me at the balls. I would be honored to be the tactician of this fine realm."
Meanwhile, a few miles from Southtown...
A lone figure in a purple cloak sat up from where they had lied down in a field.
A short phrase was uttered from their mouth, "Where... am I? Who... am I?"
I actually started this just after my original fanfiction, I just now remembered that I was going to do this. Like I said earlier, I don't know what role Robin will have in this, but I DON'T want to follow the Grima storyline. I hope you enjoy and I'll try to get up part 2 in about a week. Ciao!