He burst towards the cloaked man as purple, dark magic crackled around him. He was all to aware of this darkness, this evil. His magic was so dark and corrupted that it poisoned the minds of many, tearing them apart or making them fall helpless to his feet. Of course, this same magic was also evenly matched with his own great sword, the Falchion.

His sword slashed through the darkness that tried to cut him, but was caught slightly off guard when the mage grabbed the blade with his magic-shrouded hands and shoved him off. The man grimaced slightly, then pushed the devilish mage back with the flat of his sword. He turned, ready to slash him, but he was already up, and sent a wave of darkness towards him. He thankfully blocked it with his sword, but barely.

The magic surged through the blade and into his limbs, making them heavy and rather useless. While he knew that this was a form of paralysis magic that would not last long, he also knew that this same magic would buy the dark mage just enough time to land the finishing blow.

He struggled to stand, using his sword to help push him up. While he wondered if he would die, he swore not to die on his knees like an injured puppy in front of this fiend. The mage smirked at him, looking at him like a butcher ready to send a pig to the slaughterhouse.

"And thus falls the great Prince Chrom of Ylisstol." he said, magic crackling around his fingers. "I'll make sure to send your wife and children your last words, and give them my regards. They will be meeting you soon."

"Not gonna happen!" a female voice suddenly exclaimed, sending a wave of powerful lightening at the dark mage. He whipped around and flew into the air to dodge the destructive attack, thankfully buying Chrom more time. The woman ran next to him, popping open a bottle of elixir and putting it to his lips for him to drink. "Chrom! I told you not to go ahead!" she scolded as he gulped down the medicine.

"Up there!" he exclaimed as the dark mage sent another attack down. Chrom quickly twisted around the woman, protecting her from the brunt of the attack, but sending them both quite a ways from the dark mage. The woman unleashed another attack, and the dark mage fell to the ground, sneering at her like she was the worst sight on earth. Chrom grabbed the hilt of his sword, lifting it. "This is our final battle, Rosalie! We need to move in closer!" She looked at him for a moment, wondering why and how he could possibly still trust her after he was well aware of what she was. He glanced at her, and smirked. "Sometimes, you're way to easy to read. You're one of us, Rosalie, a Shepard. No destiny can ever change the ties we made."

She felt her emotions get the best of her, tears welling up at the beauty that this man was still willing to have her... to trust her with the fate of himself and all his friends. Her as his faithful tactician and fellow warrior...

"Right! Lets kill this bastard and get it over with!" she responded, rushing forward. Opening her tome, she unleashed another round of lightening towards the dark mage. Chrom came up behind her, slashing his sword through him.

"Why do you resist, fools?" the dark mage snarled. "You can not undo what is already written! Destiny has run its course!"

"Silence! We will put an end to this right now!" the woman exclaimed as she fired her final attack, Chrom stabbing forward one more time. The dark mage let out a roar of rage as he fell, his dark magic leaking out of him like blood normal ran from a human.

"This... This isn't over!" he said, his last dying words as he hit the ground. The woman let out a sigh of relief she hadn't known she'd been holding... Finally... it was over... Chrom turned from the body smiling.

"Well, that ended nicely." he said, coming up to her and wrapping his arms around her.

"Yeah..." she sighed out, suddenly very tired and extremely relieved that she had gotten to him before the dark mage could land his final attack. Her chin resting on his shoulder, she glanced over it at the still 'smoldering' body, and widened her eyes as a large dark orb suddenly came shooting out and aiming at Chrom's back.

"This will never be over! Damn the both of you!" the dark mages voice shrieked, as if his spirit was screaming in rage of defeat, launching forward, hoping to take out the man whom lead his demise. That, the woman decided, was not going to happen.

"Chrom!" she exclaimed, shoving him out of the way and taking the attack herself.

Her vision went blank for a moment, then she suddenly realized that she was on the ground, head surging with pain.

"Rosalie!" he exclaimed, running over and kneeling by her side in an instant. A small groan escaped her lips as he placed an arm behind her back, lifting her head from the ground. "Are you okay? Look," he moved to the side for a minute, showing her that the body as the last bit of magic fizzled away from it, and was suddenly gone. "It's all over. Thanks to you, we carried the day." he said, moving back into her vision as he helped her stand again. His face was the only thing she could see. She widened her eyes as she realized that her outer vision was crackling with red. His voice echoed strangely, as if someone had stuck cotton in her ears."Finally, we can rest easy now."

Get away, she was shrieking in her mind, hoping that somehow the ties that Chrom had mentioned that they shared would link him to her thoughts, but instead confusion clouded his features.

"Rosalie? What's wrong? Did he cut you? Should I get someone to heal you?"

No, she shrieked again in her mind, bring no one else! Her mind was shrieking and screaming thoughts, the red suddenly veining into her vision. She was loosing control, she couldn't stop herself. Oh, gods, what was going on?

"Hey... Hey! Hang on, I'll-!"

His eyes widened in pain, a hint of betrayal in his eyes. The woman widened her own eyes as he stumbled back, both staring at the electrical blade of magic that crackled from the center of his stomach. The woman looked around for another attacker, wondering who could've gotten so close to Chrom without either realizing, until she felt a faint tingling in her hand. She swallowed the sickening lump that formed in her throat, her stomach clenching in fear. She slowly looked down at her own hand, crackling with faint traces of electricity. No...

"Chrom... I... Oh, gods, Chrom!" she exclaimed, looking up at him. He smiled gently at her, eyes reflecting forgiveness.

"It's not... It's not your fault." he said. The woman was crying now, knowing he would not survive, yet surprised he was still standing. While most always fell at the first strike, no one ever, ever survived her magic. Ever. She glanced down, ashamed of her actions. A gloved hand reached out, holding her chin and forcing her to look into his eyes. He was forgiving her, yet this made the guilt of her actions a thousand times worse. "Get out of here..." he said, voice soft, a small smile on his face, as if he was understanding her current thoughts. He leaned down, brushing his lips ever so slightly against hers, a last and faint whisper escaping them. "Promise, you'll get out of this place, Rosalie... Please... Go..." the last word came out in a whisper, and he then stepped back and fell to his side, armor clanking heavily as he fell.

"No, Chrom!" she exclaimed, now kneeling at his side, turning him over. His eyes had closed, a small smile on his face, as if he were sleeping peacefully and was having a rather pleasant dream."Chrom, stay with us! I'll get Maribelle or Lissa or someone to heal you!" No response. She knew she would get none, and silently wept. How was it that he could die with such a peaceful look on his face when he died at the hands of the woman he loved and trusted most? "Chrom! Lucina needs you! The twins need you! Damnit, I need you!" she was sobbing, seeing no movement, no recognition that he was alive. Laughing echoed around her, bouncing off the walls, inside her head. She tilted her head back, letting out a wail of rage and despair.

"CHROM!"

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Eheh heh, quite the premonition, huh? Well, I hope you enjoy!

Amy47101 signing off! ^.^