Hiya all of you awesome readers! It is I Alim! And I his new Wife Lana! Yeah, So those of you who have read our recent stories might be wondering just, "What the hell is going on!?" Well, you see we are stuck, To put it mildly, in our other story StLA. We will be working on Plus! And it's chapter should be up soon! Anyways, Alim and I have been reading a lot of fan fictions recently, Yup and one thing we had seen as a theme that interested us was a sort of What If Story. The big 'What if' Interest we had was a Dark / Bad/ Evil type of story. Basically speaking this story is going to 'Hopefully' go wrong in every way. Right so Wish us luck to pull off this vision we had.

Hesitation breeds weakness, These words were told to me by my Father years ago. My Father, a not so secret worshiper of the felll dragon Grima, was to most a completely insane man. He wanted to revive Grima, destroy the world we lived in and not really care what became of anything or anyone in the process. I used to debate this with myself, was the destruction of the world necessary? To see everyone killed and devoured by Grima? These debates were always mental, I kept them inside as my Father taught me everything he could all in preparation for me to be old enough to accept Grima inside of me.

I had a grand destiny apparently, The only person to ever be able to hold Grima's soul in thousand years. It was surprisingly good timing as Grima was to be returning soon. I was told I needed to be strong in all areas, mind, body, skill and if even one of these were lacking I might not be the perfect host for the dragon. My Father hired the best and brightest teachers that were followers of 'our' cult, he didn't know everything after all but, I had to apparently. These teachers were just as hard and strict as my Father was while he taught me. If I did good I was praised with words such as 'I think Grima would approve' or 'As to be expected of Grima's vessel" but, that was all I was to everyone, Grima's vessel.

My mother, I didn't really know her that well. All I do know of her was that she tried to save me from this life, and her reward was a swift execution by the man she once loved. It happened early, just before I heard those words from my Father. Hesitation breeds weakness and he didn't even hesitate to kill her. The lessons started soon after that day and lasted nearly all day, everyday, at night I would pass out from exhaustion or pain that my body had introduced to. When I woke the next morning the process would continue, and continue for years until he showed up.

Of course it wasn't as if he appeared out of a cloud of dark smoke and chanted about destroying everything in sight. No, it was just a simple dark growling in my mind that turned to a voice of pure hate.

"So your my host eh?" I remember at the time I had been lying on my bed waiting for sleep to claim me. After many years of training for him I no longer passed out at night. I never told my teachers of this of course for I needed some break from the life I had been given.

"I guess I am, Lord Grima." The dragon snorted in disapproval after I spoke. His voice grew slightly angrier. If that was even possible. I wondered what he really looked like normally though I was curious the most as to if I met his expectations.

"First of all, mortal, You and I are one now. So you are Lord Grima to those worthless teachers and your pathetic Father. We will keep my presence a secret from most of course, So we will use your name Robin. Understand." I nodded slightly to his voice that brimmed with anger and annoyance for a moment. I began thinking again if I met his approval, since I had been bred and trained for him. As I thought this he growled slightly for a moment as if to show even more annoyance at my thoughts.

"You are fine mortal, Now then I am to rest as will you. You do what I say when I say it and if you don't I will just take you over and force you to do it anyway. So let's just get along, you understand?" I nodded outwardly even though his words haunted me the first time he spoke them, the only time he ever spoke them. As I laid to rest, sleep finally coming over me, I wondered briefly if things would change.

Things of course did change and at first not for better. Grima had told me to keep his presence a secret for now. So my training continued as if nothing happened but, then after about week with Grima's presence in my mind, things took a rather drastic turn. I didn't even realize it at first not until the sight of blood that came from the swordsman who had been my teacher since my mother's death flashed into my vision. The blood leaking out and the sound of a body hitting the ground and the soft rolling of a head towards my Father's feet caused a short moment of nausea to try to worm it's way loose from inside of me.

Grima's growl of disapproval for my reaction to the sight had promptly caused me to attempt not to lose my breakfast all over the training room's floor. My Father picked up the head of the swordsman looking over the cut that I had made causing it's removal from the formerly breathing body.

"Clean, smooth, perfect. You did good so far today my Child, let's see how much more you have improved." This trend continued, A former pirate captain who had trained me axes had received his own axe into his head. My magic teacher had been burned and shocked at the same time, the two magics coming from different hands. I had impaled my lance teacher through his heart causing it to be thrust out of his body. I then had the privilege of chasing down my old bow instructor and had shot an arrow straight through the back of his head. No hesitation, no weakness.

My Father bowed before me for a moment as the bodies I had created laid around me. He then smiled slightly, the same smile he always had whenever he had come up with cruel new way to train me. With a snap of his fingers a young child, no more than about seven maybe, had been brought into the room. Her eyes filled with tears and I already knew what I was to do.

"Kill her," The words were simple and the action would have caused most to falter, to hesitate. Except I didn't, my sword laid against her neck for a mere second before removing the child's head with clean precision. My Father, no, a pathetic mortal bowed before me again.

"I live to serve you my Lord." He said, that was his mark of approval. A mark I didn't need, for he had already figured out that Grima had inhabited me earlier. He would have his uses and that would put him as one of the last I would kill. Grima and I had become interchangeable, there was so little difference in the way he and I acted that you would never know that Robin ever existed. After the announcement within the Grimleal went out that I was reborn and the annoying chanting that they had done of my new name I set out to design my plan of revenge and destruction.

The plan would be simple, so simple and yet ingenious in it's execution. Fake amnesia simple so very simple. All I had to do was pretend to be a amnesiac tactician, aid in a war that we would secretly push for, unleash legions of my Risen soldiers to attack the people and then stop them, and after gaining the trust of the one person who could destroy me, kill him without so much as an inch of hesitation. Easy, a bit long winded but, easy. So I set my eyes on Ylisse, and a certain blue haired lord named Chrom.

Figuring Chrom's patrol out was easy, getting him to allow me in his Shepherd's would take careful planning and the aid of someone who would be loyal to me till the end. Surprisingly my Father had just the person to help. Aversa, A woman with a high magic level and a high class dark flier in her own right, she was loyal, if a bit deceived into that loyalty. Not that it bothered me of course. Aversa had already been aiding us during the years of my training and was now a 'loyal' servant to the king of Plegia, who was sending out bandits to attack Ylisse. This would make a perfect opportunity to get in Chrom's good side. I just needed to time it very carefully.

As I laid against the field with my eyes closed envisioning the end of the world with a small smile. Grima who had been mostly quiet growled slightly in frustration. I was getting better to tell the differences in his growls and so I spoke to him internally.

Something wrong Grima? Yes, it is a little wrinkle in our plans. And that is? I received a bunch of knowledge, memories of our destruction of this realm from us, from the future. If we were Successful then, No, A few children of those Shepherd's even ones who have not joined yet escaped from them to the past. Do they know who we are? No, Then we are fine, they will die as the rest so long as they never figure it out.

Grima chuckled slightly though as most of his words and actions came out as if it was filled with evil intent. I merely smiled for a moment and waited for my 'savior'. I heard the steps of hard leather against the ground in front of me, Then two voices spoke to each other for a moment as I simply listened waiting for a perfect opportunity.

"Chrom we have to do something!" The voice of a young woman who spoke in a high shout. Chrom answered her rather quickly.

"What should we do?" The girl whoever she was shouted at him in mild irritation.

"I don't know just..." Her words were cut off as I chose to open my eyes to look them over. There was a third who stood behind them though he seemed ready to defend them from me if necessary.

"Hi there!'" The girl spoke happily for a moment, her eyes seemed to sparkle in the sunlight and for a mere moment I took interest, until Chrom spoke again.

"There are better places to sleep then on the ground you know? Here take my hand." I reached up taking his hand as he pulled me up from the ground. Chrom seemed to look me over a moment as if checking if I was hurt from afar.

"Are you hurt?" I looked myself over a moment. I then scratched my head slightly as if I was confused.

"I don't know, I can't really remember, Where am I?" I looked around for a moment in confusion as the girl shouted out for a moment.

"He has amnesia! Chrom we have to help him!" Chrom nodded for a moment and spoke with a calm and friendly tone.

"You might live around here, we are going to a nearby village would you like to come with us? Perhaps you know someone there?" I nodded for a moment and gave him a friendly smile.

"Sure, thank you Chrom." The knight then seemed to take this as a fine moment to join the conversation.

"How do you millord's name!? He claims amnesia and yet speaks your name." I looked at him for a moment as Grima snorted in my mind in annoyance.

"Well this young lady did say his name a couple of times." I said with a hint of annoyance and bit of 'Geez are you stupid' inside of it.

"Frederick please, What is your name?" I rubbed the back of my head for a moment trying to decide if I should just tell him now or wait.

"I think it's Robin but, that's all that seems to really click right now." The knight still seemed suspicious of me and is at least the current biggest threat to my plan. The four of us marched towards the town as I had hoped and I stopped for a moment speaking to them.

"So like, What happens if no one knows me there?" The three stopped as well as I spoke and then Chrom shrugged for a moment.

"I am not sure, we can speak of that after." As he turned to walk away the girl then spoke for a moment with a bright smile.

"I'm Lissa by the way! I didn't tell you my name so, yeah." She hung her head slightly which caused me to smile ,which was something I hadn't done in a long time. The girl was obviously not very combat focused. A healer by the looks of her. She would need to be protected in the coming battle. I smiled for a moment in an attempt to fake friendliness.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Lissa. I hope we can be friends one day." she blushed slightly and nodded though she cast her gaze away to hide the blush, upon doing so however her eyes caught the village and it's burning buildings. She promptly shouted out towards Chrom.

"Chrom look!" The blaze of orange fire that had engulfed portions of the town could be seen alongside the large smoke trail that came from the buildings. Chrom shouted out for a moment as did everyone who saw something that bothered them. He then quickly spoke to the others.

"We need to hurry," Fredrick the knight looked at Chrom.

"And him my lord?" Chrom shook his head starting to run off with a shout.

"If he's not on fire then he's fine now let's go!" The three left in a rush leaving me alone for a moment. I chuckled with a smirk as everything seemed to be falling in place. I started towards the town with a light jog. Grima chuckled evily in unison with me just as we drew close both of us in firm agreement that everything would fall into place.

If only I knew how wrong we were...

So there we have it! The beginning, we of course skipped the premonition battle since even though it still happened, Robin, Having fully embraced Grima simply allowed a transfer of memories. So one major change that we have so far is that there won't be two Robins. Also we haven't fully decided on his appearance just yet which was why it wasn't mentioned. It will be mentioned in the next chapter though so stay tuned.

Also we already decided on the pairing for our Avatar, Yup it was an easy decision for us! So while his is set, we haven't picked out the others and Morgan will be involved though she'll be a bit different! So we hoped you enjoyed this! Review, Fav, Follow if you want! And we will answer!

Till next time! Byes!