I don't own Fire Emblem. Nitendo and IntelligentSystems do. I only played the game fifteen+ times. please don't burn down my house.
"Chrom, we HAVE to do something."
It was an usual day in the green and lively plains of Ylisse. An occasional cloud hided the burning sun, buzzing insects fell victim to their chirping predators and the wind blew gently through the tall grass, flowers and the occasional treetop.
"What do you propose we do?"
On this supposed-to-be usual day, a young lord, a younger cleric and a heavily armored knight with a heavily armored horse to his left were on the return trip to the capital of their land, passing small hills and forests along the way.
"I-I don't know..."
The blonde, twin-pigtailed cleric, wearing a yellow dress, some leather armor, brown traveling boots and being equipped with a staff, manufactured for healing purposes, looked down at a sleeping figure in the tall grass, concern in her eyes.
Her blue haired companion, the young lord, also looked concerned. He wore blue colored leather armor. It didn't protected his entire body however. His right arm was completely uncovered, most likely to show his birthmark off - a tear shaped drop falling into a crescent line. Tugged on his belt hung a sheeted long-sword with a tear shaped handle. Tugged at a shoulder armor piece on his left was a white cape.
The brown haired knight in his heavy, blue and silver armor examined the bundle of interest with a wary expression. "Milord, milady, be cautious: Not only is his coat of plegian origin, the patterns on it and the overall quality of the cloth are a clear indicator for a high ranking member of the grimleal cult!" The armored man looked like he wanted to impale the person on the spot.
"Ah, come on, Frederick!" the blonde cleric complained, "Look at him: He can't be older than seven."
And there, sleeping safe and sound, covered inside a black coat with purple ornaments, three eye-like symbols on either sleeve and faint yellow trimming lies a young, white haired boy, shifting to the left and right while hugging tight to a stuffed version of a dark dragon. Apparently he had a nightmare.
"Lissa is right. Compared to the frequent bandit raids and the mad king, this kid is the least of our worries," the lord added, observing the young one once more. With a sight, he continued: "Plegian or not, we can't leave him here. He is just a child."
"Southtown isn't that far away, is it?" the cleric asked. The kid still shifted from side to side, pain clearly visible on his face. The girl kind of pitied him. "Mrrm, that seems to be a really bad nightmare."
"YIKES!"
As if on cue, the little boy jolted up and opened his eyes in an instant. Two blood red irises jumped to the left and the right, up and down, in restless abandon, taking in all the tiny sights nature had to offer until they rested on the three figures in front of the little boy.
The lord smiled. "I see you are awake now." Red eyes fixated the blue haired man, "There are better places to nap than on the ground you know." He added in a gentle tone. "Here, give me your hand."
As he reached out, the little boy flinched, got up, tightened his grip on his dark dragon plushy, ran to the knight and hid behind his legs, observing the lord with fear in his red eyes. The coat, made for a grown up person, was left behind.
The cobalt haired lord, somewhat puzzled, sighed in defeat and moved his right hand through his hair. "Okay, what did I do wrong?"
He didn't get an answer. Instead, the young cleric moved slowly to the 'hiding' youth, sat down on her knees some distance away and leaned her head a bit to the side, holding the boy's coat in her hands.
The boy tensed, definitely not happy about the situation. A feeling his 'hiding spot' shared, even though he would never show or say it.
The girl faced the boy, a friendly smile on her face. "Hey, mister dragon, do you know who's coat this is?"
The boy, his fear conflicted with confusion, peeked out, some form of curiosity written on his face. "Me-deus doesn't talk..."
Ignoring the fact that the stuffed dragon was named after a particular shadow dragon which was slain by Hero-King-Marth millennia ago the cleric continued the conversation. She slightly saddened her face. "Aww, that's unfortunate, but understandable. Nan always said we shouldn't talk to strangers."
That triggered the boy's interest. "That's odd... Mother said the same."
The cleric lightened up. "Buuut I learned something interesting in my travels around the country. Wanna hear it?"
The child thought for a bit until he nodded, a smile planted on his face.
So she continued. "Well, while there are some scary looking people lurking around, like my idiot of a brother over there-"
"Hey!"
Lissa ignored him. "I also met a lot of friendly people, too. It is always fun to prank them." She giggled lightly. At the boys confused looks, she held his coat in his direction, still smiling. "My name is Lissa. I think the coat belongs to you, doesn't it?"
The boy blinked with his eyes a few times until he took his far-to-big-coat, deciding. Fear, confusion and curiosity had fought and nullified each other, leaving the young one in a slightly timid state. "Thank you... My name is Robin. Nice... to meet you." He then reached into one of his coat's inner pockets to uncover a 'book' (It was as big as the boy himself and had at least fifty thousand pages in it), opened a random page and began to read, oblivious to the glances the lord and cleric Lissa gave him.
His former 'hiding spot' glared a hole into the boy as he re-evaluated his physical strength. For some reason though, he set his eyes on the behemoth-of-a-book in the child's hands. "'Checkmate - A guide to tip the scales'?"
Young Robin didn't looked at him as he answered. "Mother wrote and created three copies of it. It's a guide about tactics. Very detailed, it contains old maps, explains benefits and disadvantages of different fighting styles, placement decisions, color choices and more. A lot of it is based off of first-hand-experience."
"She definitely 'tipped the scales' with that book." Lissa commented... Then she realized something. "Wait... There is no way I could've lifted that book up."
"Coat is enchanted. Endless-Pocket-Enchantment. Also makes stuff not as heavy as it used to be." The boy stated in a matter-o-fact-tone, continuing his reading session.
The knight wasn't satisfied with that answer. "An incredibly useful enchantment, especially for spies and thieves."
Lissa rolled her eyes. "Frederick, seriously?"
The lord slowly advanced to the boys position, only to trigger another of Robins panic attacks. Instead of running however, the child stood protectively in front of his stuffed dragon Medeus, holding the now closed behemoth-of-a-book like a weapon and gave the adult the most intimidating death-glare a child could bring up. "Get away with your pointy dragon-spanker!"
Silence.
Frederick glared a hole into the child's back.
The lord looked like someone put rhubarb into his pie without him noticing. (He really hated rhubarb.)
Lissa on the other hand could barely contain her laughter. "Pointy-Dragon-Spanker? That is glorious!"
"And accurate." the knight added, gently gripping the shaft of his lance.
The blue haired adult collected his thoughts. "Err, Falchion is no dragon... spanker."
Robin pouted. "Of course it is! Falchion is... effective... against dragons..." The Kid looked like he had realized something mid-sentence. "Waaait a bit... Falchion was used by the Hero-King to slay the shadow dragon, so that means..."
The blue haired sword wielder sighed, preparing for a lot of-
"You are Marth!" The boy's red eyes sparkled in euphoria and admiration.
Not-Hero-King-Marth had a puzzled look on his face. "Wha-"
Young Robin started to bombard him with questions, getting more and more excited. "Where did you find Bantu's Dragonstone? How did you met Minerva? What kind of person was Tiki like? How did you reclaim Falchion? Which strategies did you use against Medeus? What was Katarina like? Iwanttobeatacticianlikeher!" Massive amounts of overexcitement.
Followed by silence.
"Err, Robin, was it?" hyper-excited nodding greeted the confused lord. "Let... we should all go to Southtown. We can... look for your parents there... if you want..." The navy-blue haired and young man tried to process all the questions the young one had asked him... A task that gave him a headache.
Sir Frederick was quiet. He knelt down, grabbed the young boy, his behemoth-of-a-book and his stuffed dragon and set them down on the saddle of his war horse.
It earned him a giggle from the kid.
Cleric Lissa giggled, too. "Looks like someone likes you despite the spy-calling, Frederick."
The knight didn't answer and guided his horse towards the civilization, followed by a confused lord and a talkative cleric.
Author notes
Hi there. Truemmer here. I don't have much to write here other than these few lines.
I had read a lot of fanfiction before and got inspired to write some stories on my own. This story is inspired by 'Only the Young' by 'TheAlmightyDork' and 'Continuum Shift' by 'AbyssOfMemories'.
My writing skills are not as refined and English is not my native language, but feel free to criticize me.
Thank you for reading.
