Welcome to the story, I suppose. I'd like to make a few points known before I start:

First, I'm using the Avatar's default name, Robin.

Second, the avatar is male.

Third, not decided on pairings as of yet.

Fourth, I'm still not quite sure whether this will be a retelling of events, or a few bits of random inspiration.

Fifth, I can't guarantee quick (or steady) updates.

Sixth, I don't know if I'll ever finish this story. I have a bad habit of starting fics and never coming back to them.

Seventh, I really appreciate constructive criticism. If I screw something up and don't notice, I like to be told what I did wrong so that I won't do it again.

Eighth, I'm probably going to include swearing here.

Also, keep in mind that this will be primarily from Robin's point of view. Without further ado, here you go.

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Sweat trickled down Robin's neck, cold and icy. Tightening the grip on his sword for perhaps the third time in as many minutes, he swept the pale white hair from his eyes. He'd been in many a battle, almost too many to count, and yet he couldn't help but feel fear as he faced down the dark-robed sorcerer in front of him. The man knew it, too. He smiled wickedly, his mouth a crooked line across his darkened face as his eyes, filled with hate and malice, bored deeply into Robin's own. The hazy purple barrier on his right blocked his view of the battle beyond, but he could hear the clash of steel, the creaking of bows and soft thwip as they released their deadly packages, the cries of men and women as they fought to the death, neither side giving any indication of stopping.

Chrom's commanding voice snapped him out of his nearly paralyzed state. "This is it," he began, Falchion gleaming dully in his right hand, "our final battle. You're one of us, Robin, and no predetermined "destiny" can change that. Now let's kill this dastard and be done with it!"

"Right," Robin replied. There was no need or time for a strategy here; it was a straight fight in a tiled room, no cover to be found. Grima's Table, laden with bodies and exuding dark magic, seemed to give their opponent strength beyond anything that should have been possible. Validar threw back his head and laughed, deep and resonant, almost otherworldly.

"Fools!" he cried. "You stand no chance. Grima will be resurrected, and you pitiful pawns of Naga shall be crushed!"

Chrom and Robin shared a knowing look and nodded simultaneously. They knew each other so well that fighting side by side had become second nature to them. Together they charged with swords shining, eyes blazing, any fear or doubt disintegrated. Electricity crackled and sparked in Robin's left hand, ready to unleash its terrifying power at any moment.

The tome in Validar's grip flipped open, and the sorcerer extended his right arm. Dark energy thundered as it laced through the air, met almost immediately by Robin's own spell. The two clashed in a brilliant explosion of light and power, and from the resulting smoke Chrom sprinted like a demon from hell, Falchion gleaming as he slashed twice at his opponent. Validar barely countered the vicious strokes with quick bursts of magic, and stumbled.

Chrom seized the chance and brought his weapon down with great force on the man's left shoulder. Validar reacted by leaping further to his left and Falchion cut a deep red line into his right forearm. The sorcerer barely noticed the wound as he sent a powerful burst of magic into Chrom's torso, knocking the young lord to the ground.

Validar moved in for the kill, a vicious and sadistic grin on his face, as Chrom tried to get to his feet. With adrenaline pumping through his veins and anger in his eyes, Robin let fly the single strongest spell he'd ever attempted. A blindingly fast ray of thunder erupted from the tactician's palm, striking his opponent clean in one side and out the other. Validar's tainted blood burst from the wound as he screamed in agony, leaving himself open for the final killing blow.

Chrom swung Falchion mightily, cleaving diagonally through the sorcerer's left shoulder and cutting down through his ribs, heart, and other organs, finally stopping at the right hip bone. Knowing that no one could possibly survive such a strike, Chrom withdrew his bloodstained blade.

The ruler of Ylisse turned to his friend with a bright, triumphant smile that said, "We did it." Robin smiled in turn but kept his gaze on the mutilated form of Validar. The man's body seemed to be disintegrating, falling apart into shimmering purple ash as he fell to his knees.

"This isn't over…" said Validar, his voice even more ethereal and enraged than before. "Damn you both!" Extending what was left of his arm, the dying sorcerer cast a spell so fast that Robin had no time to counter it. For the young man, time seemed to slow as the crackling purple curse rocketed toward Chrom's back. He reacted on instinct, pushing his friend to the side and taking the full brunt of the hit himself.

The pain was unfathomable, like nothing Robin had ever felt before. He cried out loudly as he fell upon the stone tile, blood seeping out the corner of his mouth. Chrom immediately sprinted to his side, and upon seeing he was alive, let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Are you all right?" he asked, helping Robin stand. Without waiting for an answer, Chrom continued, "That's the end of him. Thanks to you, we carried the day." But as he looked into his best friend's eyes, he noticed that the usual blue had been replaced by a bloodshot red. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked. Robin tried to cry out as a second wave of pain coursed through his system, but found that he could not open his mouth to speak. He was no longer in control.

"Are you- huff!" Chrom grunted as a wet thud sounded from his chest. He stepped back, a spear of lightning embedded in his midsection. Robin looked down at his gloved hand. Electricity sparked and laced from fingertip to fingertip, further proof of what he knew to be true. Chrom grabbed at the magic as if to pull it out, falling to his knees. His eyes met Robin's, and he immediately understood. "This is not your… your fault," he said, struggling to get the words out. "Promise me… you'll escape from this place. Please… go…" The blue-haired man fell face-first upon the floor, his last words having taken all his remaining strength.

As Validar laughed, Robin screamed.

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As you can probably tell, that was the Premonition at the beginning of the game. Next chapter will probably be the first actual fight of the game, where Robin is awakened by Chrom and Lissa. Reviews and criticism are much appreciated, and thanks for reading!