Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is a complete retelling of Awakening, with my own little twist. This is the first fic I intend to fully complete. A little
warning, this story is going to veer into minor AU at times, most importantly in the fact that this Robin still has his memories. Why? Simple, Since
Robin is meant to be stand in for the player, I decided to give him his own memories, feelings and personality separate from the usual game. Either
way, this story will also have pairings, though most will probably be obvious to anybody who's played the game.
Right, enough stalling, you came for a story and I will deliver
The sound of combat was everywhere, steel clashed against steel, armies fought armies, I ducked as a flame spell gave me an impromptu haircut. Smothering the flames, I checked my belongings, a silver sword, now broken due to repeated use, my tomes were still here, thank Naga, though some pages were missing. An enemy solider, thinking he was clever, attempted to stab me. A casually flick of my hands and he was burning up. "Plegian brutes never were that smart" I mumbled, mostly to myself, taking a hesitating glance from my hiding place, I surveyed the battle. The once splendid castle o Plegia was now in flames and shambles, our army, backed by the Feroxi were giving the Plegians a good fight. Glancing around I found my target, a man in purple, long robes, fighting toe-to-toe with another, blue haired man. At this rate Chrom would tire before any mortal blow could be dealt, gathering my magic, I changed that by firing a archthunder at the other man, Validar. "Who dares" Validar said, in his characteristic "evil sorcery" voice. Was that a voice type? I was snapped out of my ramblings when Chrom
took advantage of the distraction to give Validar a deep slash across the chest. Falling to his knee, Validar let out a gasp and angrily attempted to
cast a dark spell at Chrom. Yeah that's not gonna happen, a quick thoron cut through the spell, and another thoron hit him the chest. Validar took
one final gasp and slumped over. At that moment I was so happy I could cry! It was over, it was finally over!
Chrom walked over and put his arm around me, "We did-no you did it" Yeah we did, now my head's starting to hurt, so can you be quiet please?
"It's finally over" yeah I know, now please, you're not helping "We can rest easy now" I could rest easy if you'd just shut up!
Then, in a wave of anger and pain that was completely new, I formed a bolt of lightning and struck Chrom, my best friend, in the chest.
As the anger and pain wore away, shock replaced it. No, NO! I couldn't do this, I couldn't, I wouldn't. Yet the proof was right there.
He was still talking, but "not your fault" and "run" were all I could make out. The last thing I remembered was cold, sinister laughter.
So, hope you guys liked, constructive criticism is highly welcome, but unconstructive criticism is not