Note: So this is my first fanfic EVER. Yays. A telling of our favorite Future of Despair with a little bit of a twist on it. I decided to not go into description about FeMU for the sake of letting her be whatever you chose. Word Count (1,214)
Prologue:
"Come my ally-versary! May our battle cries be such that cause even the mighty mountains to kneel to us!" The light-haired lad shouted to his "rival".
"Yeah, sure, Owain!" A blue-haired boy happily replied, earning a frown from his opponent. "Um… I mean…" The boy realized his blunder and settled with the obvious "Come at me o eternal rival!"
"Hah!" Owain proceeded to cover his face with his hand. "Let's see if you can handle Owain Dark's almighty power! RADIANT DAAAWWN!"
Robin looked on at her son and nephew as the two shouted out the names of their special moves. She couldn't help but admire the two for such creativity. She looked down at a young brunette clinging to her side. "So Noire…"
The young girl looked up to the tactician's eyes, replying with a "Huh?"
"Why don't I see you playing with Morgan or Owain anymore?" She said gesturing over to the two.
Noire buried her face into the woman's dress. "I-I can't. They make me be either the villain or the damsel in distress. I can't."
"Um, Robin!" Someone called out before a loud *THUMP*.
She turned around to see the pig-tailed girl, Cynthia, helping her father off the ground. "Henry? What are you doing here in Ylisstol?"
The white-haired Dark Mage finished picking himself up and dusted off his robes. "Ugh, sorry," he said, trying to cover his face. "And it's not Henry! Well, not exactly…"
The tactician's eyes narrowed. "Wait, Sumia?" She couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Sumia and Henry switching bodies yet AGAIN.
Sumia-Henry's face reddened. "S-Stop it!"
Robin tried to pull herself together. "Okay-okay." She let out a breath, finally gaining control of herself again. "So, I assume this is why you've brought Cynthia?"
"Yes." Sumia-Henry looked down at her-his daughter. "I'd rather Cynthia not have to deal with what I already have to put up with."
"Aww," her daughter let out. "Switching bodies sounded like so much fun though!"
"You know what else sounds like fun?" Sumia looked over to Morgan and Owain, then back to her daughter. "Playing with your friends over there."
"Mother!" Cynthia stomped her foot in defiance. "The Justice Cabal is not a game. It's an organization of only the greatest heroes! Me, Morgan, and Owain only! Not a game!" She stormed over to Noire and grabbed the poor girl's wrist. "Come on, Noire, we're going!"
"Well then." Robin said as she watched Cynthia try to drag Noire over to where the boys were.
"I was meaning to ask," Sumia said as she looked over to the four. "Where is Lucina? I haven't seen her anywhere."
"She's training with Chrom. The poor girl is either studying or training. I keep telling her she's gonna miss these days when she could've been with friends instead of only doing work. Naga knows I do." Robin thought back to her days in the Shepherds when she would sometimes spend days holed up in her tent, much to the detriment of her own health. "Sometimes I wonder if she ever knows when to take a break."
"Must've gotten that from her mother." The Exalt said as he wrapped his arms around his wife from behind. He looked up seeing Sumia-Henry with them as well. "When did Henry get here?" He only earned a glare back, which Chrom thought was very uncharacteristic as Henry was usually always wearing a grin.
"Milord!" Everyone turned to see a blue-armored Great Knight rushing over toward his Exalt.
"Frederick, what is it?" Chrom asked, not seeing his lieutenant in such a state for the longest time.
"Plegia, milord." Frederick pulled out a letter that was sealed with the mark of the Grimleal cult. Robin unconsciously rubbed the back of her right hand, which she always seemed to keep covered. "Needless to say, but I do not trust them, milord." He saw Sumia-Henry with them. "No offense, Sir Henry." Sumia flailed her arms around in frustration.
"Neither do I, Frederick the Wary." Chrom said as he took the letter from the knight. "Now let's see what this is all about." Chrom scanned over the letter. None of it seemed right to him. "Validar…" Chrom almost crumpled the letter but Robin managed to snatch it from his hands just in time.
"Sable?" Robin looked up from the letter to Chrom, who wore a worried expression. "Why now?" The world had been at peace since the Shepherds took down Walhart, putting an end to the expansion of Valm merely a decade ago. There was no real reason for Plegia to offer the final gemstone to Ylisse in this era of peace.
"I don't know, but this whole thing just seems to reek of betrayal," Chrom said to his wife who seemed to be looking over at the children. "Robin?"
It just didn't make sense. "I-I just can't shake this feeling that… we might not make it home this time around."
Validar was defeated. He fell to the ground as a purple mist enveloped his body. Chrom turned to Robin, proud of this victory over the Grimleal fanatic. It was too soon to celebrate. "This isn't over… Damn you BOTH!" Validar rose, eyes glowing red, as he used the rest of his power to unleash this desperate final attack.
Things seemed to slow for Robin as she pushed her beloved out of harm's way, taking the full force of the attack instead. She felt as if she was being ripped apart as the power of the spell pulsed through her body. Things seemed to turn white as she fell to the ground. Chrom rushed over to her side to aid her. "Are you all right?" He asked, helping her up. "That's the end of him." Both of them looked over to see nothing left of the Sorcerer except a purple mist where he had fallen.
"Thanks to you we carried the day," Chrom said as he looked back down to his tactician. "We can-" As Chrom carried on, Robin's head started pounding. Everything he said was muffled and her vision was turning red as she was being helped up. She was powerless as her body betrayed her, sending a bolt of electricity into the Exalt.
Chrom staggered away as Robin regained control of herself. She stared at the struggling Chrom, then at her own hand as the remnants of the spell lingered. She looked up to see Chrom as he spoke to her. "This is not your-your fault…" He choked out. "Promise me you'll escape from this place… Please, go…" The Exalt's legs finally gave out as he collapsed to the floor.
Robin backed away, horrified at what she had done. Though the man was now dead, she could still hear Validar's wicked laughter. The one who had given her meaning, Chrom, slain, by her own hand. There was no way she could return to Ylisstol. She would never be accepted by anyone again. There was nothing left for her now. Nothing.
Note: If you made it through, I thank thee. Like I said this is my first time writing fanfiction and it is a lot different than writing novels imo. I should mention, that Noire's father in this is Frederick which is why she's at the palace instead of with Tharja (though she's probably creeping on Avatar somewhere). So look for things to heat up in Chapter 1 of this altered telling of our favorite dark future. Also, Sumia :3 Review