IMPORTANT: The actual story that I wrote starts from Ch. 1!
The slanted beginning, where Chrom and Robin talk with Validar and hierophant is directly COPIED from the actual game. I only put it out because I wanted to help people understand even without actually having to play the game, and I like my story kicking off right after this discussion.
Warning: Spoilers. Otherwise? Ehh.. Mostly Gen, but is Robin/Lucina. (Just for the plot only, and I promise that it barely come out except when Lucina's trying to kill Robin.) If you are looking for ROMANCE, this story is NOT for you.
Summary: Robin has a twin he left behind.. in Plegia.
Alternative Summary: We all know that Robin was raised by his mother after running away from Validar. What if Robin's mother bore twins and ran away with both? When Lucina returned to the past, Grima followed. He then proceded to become "whole" with his other self but ultimately failed, causing Robin's memory loss. This all happend here too, but when the Ylisse got Robin, Plegia got the other twin. What would happen if this twin spent the rest of their time with Validar, Grima, and Aversa? How would the story change? Or would there even be a difference?
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem Awakening, and definitely NOT the slanted script. But the plot, is mine.
Chrom: My army and I must hurry back to Feroxi.
Validar: Ah, so soon? But I have one more introduction to make.
Chrom: Yes? And who would that be?
Validar: A hierophant, the highest of his order in all Plegia.
Robin: So you lead the people in worship? We were just discussing religion earlier.
?: ...
Robin: ...I'm sorry, have I said something to offend you?
?: The heart still sleeps, but the blood flows through it. And the blood is strong..
Robin: Huh? Beg pardon, were you talking to me?
Fredrick: Good hierophant, I would ask you to lower your cowl. In Ylisse, it is courtesy expected of one in the presence of royalty.
?: You are a long way from Ylisse sir. But very well. Is that better?
Robin: What?
Chrom: By the gods!
Fredrick: What matter of Sorcery!
Robin: He looks just like... me.
Robin: My name is Robin. Oh, and that was YOUR name as well, wasn't it? What a strange coincidence.
Validar: Why that IS rather curious, now that you mention it... What are the odds? In any case, I believe we are finished here. We will let you be on your way.
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Ch.1
(Robin)
After the disturbing meeting with King Validar, Aversa, and the hierophant "Robin", Robin's mind was a mess. He set a fast pace, walking ahead of both Fredrick and Chrom.
'Grima's hierophant.. Why, why did he look like him? Who was he? His twin?' He rubbed his right hand, where he knew the Mark of Grima was engraved. 'Was this related to this mark on his hand?'
As Robin abruptly took a turn around the corner, a cloaked figure came into view in a flurry of movement. Before Robin could sidestep around, they crashed, and fell.
Robin immediately struggled up, then gave his hand for the figure to take, noting that the cloaked figure was a woman. She stared at his hand for a while, then took it. But she didn't release him.
"If you will?" asked Robin politely, pointedly looking at the still encased hand. She ignored him.
"You should watch where you're going, Robin."
Robin's eyebrows rose sharply at that. "You know me?"
She snorted. "What self respecting Plegian wouldn't know of Ylisse's brilliant tactician?" she drawled.
Flushing, Robin tried to shake her off. "..My hands, please."
"Oh?" she questioned, amused.
Then she scanned the three Ylisseans." Ah..." Her gaze thoroughly unnerved them. Just coming back from the meeting with Validar, I suppose?"
"Validar?" questioned Fredrick. "Is it common for Plegians to speak the name of their King so causally?" He looked at her cloak distastefully. "And cover themselves in the face of royalty?"
She chuckled. "Plegia is very different from Ylisse sir, but I suppose.. It can remain a secret between us? Why, I would ever call our noble King by his name!" Her sarcasm was thick, her tone perpetually amused.
"If that is all, we should be going," said Fredrick, annoyed, and uncomfortable. They all longed to get outside of the castle, sick of the depressing and ominous air it gave out.
They took a few steps forward, but the woman called out, stopping them in their tracks.
"Ah, but I am not done yet with Robin, sir."
Robin turned around.
"Yes?" he questioned her, warily.
"The hierophant is not your brother, and definitely not your twin. So do not be so troubled.. Robin."
It was as if a bomb landed on the three. Chrom quickly turned around as well as Fredrick, both instinctively laying their hands on their weapons, full on alert. Robin lost almost all his composure, his agitation at the previous meeting bleeding through as he gaped at the woman in shock.
"How..?"
"You looked so worried, I thought I might lessen it," she murmured, sounding upset. "But it looks like I've only done worse."
Her left arm rose as she tapped her cheeks gently in thought. "Hmm .. then how about this?" she asked herself, amusedly.
Taking three long strides to catch up to Robin, she leaned in and whispered in his ear. Her hot breath fanned out.
"Validar's gift is poison, his first steps in his master plan to set stage for a new War."
Her husky voice carried the warning clearly. Robin's eyes widened in shock.
Chrom and Fredrick looked on worriedly as the both failed to hear what the female had deemed fit to pass on to their tactician.
On the other hand, Robin's mind was in turmoil. Her warning swirled around his head. Uncertainty, curiosity, feeling sick through envisioning another bloodthirsty war so soon after the last... Then something strange broke into his thoughts.
This. This was familiar.
He pushed the woman out of his face, as he grappled her shoulders and looked with penatrating eyes.
"I know you." he said, incredulously, as realization sank in.
The woman startled, leaning away abruptly, lost for words. In the background, Chrom's eyes widened as Fredrick's narrowed.
"You're mistaken," she retorted sharply. "I heard you have amnesia. I-"
"Know me," Robin finished her sentence for her, though it probably wasn't what she had in mind. His voice grew steadier, now more confident of his thoughts. "Apparently you have also been keeping tabs on me, which only points to the fact that you do know me."
She stilled. "And where exactly are you taking this?"
"You're familiar." Robin tried to reach for her, to pull the cowl of the cloak covering her face, but she stepped away. So instead, he leaned next to the wall, shoulders crossed against his chest. Robin's eyes became heavy lidded as he spoke.
"When I first woke up, I had no memories. But I somehow knew Chrom's name. He was.. familiar. I don't remember you but-"
He trailed off, looking at her meaningfully. Silence filled the hallways.
Then she finally spoke up. "I do know you," admitted the girl. "And you are exactly the same as ever," she revealed, her voice wistful.
She laughed then, self- deprecatingly. Her voice echoed through the empty halls, making the mood.. melancholy.
"I can't believe that after all this time, I still love you."
Robin froze. "Love?"
He could almost feel her smirking through the shadows of the cowl.
"No worries Robin I heard you were a married man." Her tone was filled with biting humor. "And I never meant in that way."
She danced past them, as if nothing had happened. She stopped in front of the entrance to the throne room, and placed a hand on the door. As she was about to open the entrance, Robin called out.
"Just who are you?"
Hands curled against the door as she cocked her head.
"Who are you?" she parroted back.
She opened the door, and disappeared inside.
It was only when Robin was back with the rest of the Shepherds, that he finally realized that he hadn't doubted the Plegian woman, not even once, during that confrontation. He never even considered the probable possibility that she could have been lying to him.
Not when she told him the hierophant was not his twin. Not when she told him Validar was planning a war.
'I trust her,' was the startling realization.
But how could this be? Feeling of knowing or not, she was a Plegian, an enemy. Yet still, the truth could not be denied.
He tested out the words with his voice, incredulous.
"I trust her."
Author's Note: Three guesses to who the "mysterious figure in a cloak" is! Obvious, is thy name of the authoress.
Hope you enjoyed!