It was 2 years after the sacrifice of Robin.

It was too hard a good bye, Chrom remembered, the tears, the denial, the pain that just wouldn't go away. They say that time heals all wounds, but it would not be so easy. It was too soon a demise after his beloved sister, their actions were too similar.

To give your own for the greater good.

What he felt was betrayal, selfishness, isolating themselves to save everyone else, not taking into regard their feelings. It was hard without Robin he admitted to himself, even though he and Virion were doing the best they could none of their tactics could come possible close to the chief tacticians.

" Heh, well, it went better than last time" Virion said chuckling mournfully to himself. Another victory, however the price was high; almost a whole platoon of soldiers who gave their lives for the greater good. The Risen were becoming more bold, it was strange, even though Grima was completely destroyed his minions remained. Chrom returned to his tent putting his hand on his face, remembering Robins words,

" We are not some pawns of some scripted fate Chrom, the future is how we choose to make it, here and now"

His smile flashed in his mind, the cheeky man, always with hope and never wavering. The one time he did…were the last moments he spent on this earth, he decision to take his own life, leaving behind the people who cared for and loved him.

His thoughts were interrupted by Lissa entering his tent. His dear sister, she loved Robin, even though he never returned those feelings, out of respect. She confessed to him her feelings many times, however his reply was to always find someone better than he to take care of her.

" Hey Chrom, Lucina wants to talk to you." She said with a mournful smile, even her smile had taken injury to the events of Grima.

He nodded, patting her head as he walked out. The camp was eerily quiet, as he walked towards where Lucina was he noticed that everyone was doing their duties in a silence, the only sounds to be heard were the clashing of swords, crackling of the campfire, and chopping of wood.

" You wanted to talk to me Lucina?" Chrom said.

His daughter from the future looked up to him somberly; she was sitting in front of a tree polishing her falchion

" Yes father," she stood, sheathing her blade "May we walk for a while?"

" Of course" he agreed.

They walked to the side of the lake that they were sheltered near, Lucina looked guilty, beyond redemption. She looked him in the eyes and spoke, " Father, I believe that Robin knew what his fate was, before the battle."

Chrom took a moment to process this, "What do you mean?"

She looked down, "I-It was when I threatened to kill him, when he made his choice, "either way it's not going to matter". Is what he said I think he knew that even if he chose to live, he would have died anyway."

Chrom's eyes were shadowed for a moment and then he hugged Lucina. " Robin wasn't perfect Lucy, even he had doubts about the future. But I know that he would have done what was necessary to protect us all"

Lucy buried her face into her father's chest and started to cry " I miss him."

The Exalt looked towards the night sky and replied, "So do I."

When they returned to camp, Sumia ran up them.

"C-Captain, report from Feroxi! Basillio and the Khan sends word of an incoming army of Risen heading for the Captial."

"What?!" Chrom said shocked, Lucina too shared his surprise.

" Lucina inform the others" his daughter nodded and ran off " Sumia, what of the size and strength of the incoming army" he said walking briskly towards his tent.

"E-eh, Favia says that even though they've weakened the outer linings, the core remains unscathed. She says that their leader may be as strong as Walhart even stronger.

Definitely trouble. Chrom thought, strapping on his armor. "Sumia, you should be prepared also" He said.

"Yes sir" She said rushing out the tent. Eh, why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?

As his comrades prepared for battle Chrom called Virion to his tent, both of them tried to discuss a proper tactic to earn victory but it was difficult to retain strength whist spreading out their forces to deal with the outer attackers.

Where's Robin when you need him?

Sumia then rushed in again just before the battle was to begin. " Captain Chrom!" She said standing upright. "Please pardon this interruption but I forgot to tell you, Basillio himself shall come with his new tactician to serve as aid."

Chrom nodded at the news, "Let's hope that this tactician can lead us to victory.

Meanwhile, on horseback a days walk away.

" Urrrg, dang that Basillio, getting too dunk at that inn. Sending me by myself into the jaws of the beast, meteorically speaking of course. It's a good thing that a few of the troops are keeping an eye on him. High Ho Silver!" The hooded figure said reining the gray horse towards the supposed area where the Yeastel army was.

The battle was going terribly Chrom saw his friends getting injured in front of his eyes. He saw the Risen in shadowed black armor tearing them apart. As one crossed blades with him, he saw that the Risen had taken his troupe down, none were dead. It was just he standing. They surrounded him as he kept his stance sharp. The leader of the Risen charged him, striking with swiftness and power. Chrom kept on his toes avoiding every attack; they were evenly matched when it came to skill, power, and speed. But there was one difference, stamina, his almost seemed, unhuman. While Chrom could hold his own for a while, the Risen was dead, thus having all the time in the world to kill a blue haired ruler. Finally the Exalt fell to his knees out of pure exhaustion.

The hooded man's eyes glowed blood red as he smirked. "I remember what will be, if I kill you, the rest of the deaths will fall into place, even without Grima's resurrection. " He raised his blade to strike down Chrom permanently. "Such a shame I couldn't kill that other weakling too, before he stupidly gave his life for supposed peace." He slashed down.

Chrom closed his eyes, everything went slow, he had heard Lucina call out for her father.

Heh, he was going to fail his family again. Maybe they would forgive him in time. He thought to himseld wearily.

The clash of blades was heard. Chrom looked in front of him, a familiar dark inscribed cloak stood, protecting him. The figure was struggling against the enemy but they still smirked a smile.

"We are not pawns of some scripted fate you foolish Dastard. The future is how we choose to make it, here and now. And as of right now, there shall be no headless exalts. There shall be only your blood on this battle field."

The attacker jumped back, he glared at Chroms savior "I hadn't expected you of all of the Grimleal's filth to worm you way towards the light. The fell dragon must still have some power if you're here."

"…"

" It matters not spawn of Grima, you shall meet your end once again, So be the will of Naga to destroy any remains of the fell dragon." And the man ran off.

"H-Hey! You're not getting away that easily." The figure said running after the Risen leader.

The Exalt himself was stunned by the turn of events; he was weak from battle and could hardly move. Had that truly been Robin?

The Risen has their archers shoot upon that captured shepherds, they were sitting ducks is the battleground below.

"Time to tip the scales." The hooded figure mumbled. They, took out a worn tomb and casted a spell that summoned lightning upon them self. Fast as lighting they cut down the brigade of arrows and finished off the Risen. The Shepard's stared the figure in disbelief, no possible way.

Lissa ran off to heal Lucina who had hurt her leg, a stray injured Risen aimed and fired upon the women.

"NO!"

Chrom tried to run towards them but fell over due to his aching muscles.

The hooded figure still has their spell on hand, casting the spell once again, breaking the tomb. They had cut down one arrow but was hit on the arm and shoulder from protecting Lissa and Lucina. They stared for a split second before trying to help the person resembling Robin.

However the hooded figure tried to flee the battle scene, overwhelmed by the amount of people and the pain in their arm and body.

Chrom mustered what left of his measly strength and stood.

"Robin!"

The hooded figure stopped, tuned and limped towards the exalt, the shepherds had been forced to retreat back to camp being promised answers later on, leaving behind Chrom and Frederick.

The blue haired exalt put his hand on the figure's good shoulder and spoke with unwavering words

"Robin, is it really you?"

The figure removed their hood to reveal familiar white hair and red eyes.

" Please tell me, do you know who and where my father is?" A girl said with pleading eyes.

" My name is Morgan"