Edited disclaimer: 31/01/18
This chapter and a few others ahead are written in first POV, this changes to Third-Person "forever" after around chapter 4! I was still new to the writing scene, and haven't found my writing style until a couple of reviews improved me.
If you see this message, that means I'm currently working hard to re-write this section of the story while posting chapters at a steady pace. So bare with me and give it a chance!
Prolog: Making History
The sound of rushing wind, and multiple voices behind me. I could hear them, yet not feel nor see who they were from...
"...WHAT... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The ominous and demanding voice exploded in my head.
"For once, I'm glad you and I are the same," A very familiar male voice responded back to it. "Now I can give my life to protect those I care for..."
"... YOU WOULD... NOT DARE!" This other being.., I could sense a great amount of fear in their voice, fear of losing to be exact.
"I would, and I will! The evils you would visit on this world are unthinkable," Yet this familiar voice, it sounded so determined, but... "In some way, I – we share the blame."
'Yes, this one had regret in their voice; while the other one knew it was done for...'
"It's only right we meet our end together!" The sound of lightning bolts could be heard.
"...NOOOOOO!" A loud roar, from a creature that could only be described as a dragon from myths and legends, filled my mind.
I was suddenly filled with pain.., but somehow, it all seemed familiar. I somehow knew what was next, and what the person who I assume won the battle, would say.
'May we meet again, in a better life...' Those words filled the dark abyss with a small bit of warmth.
Countless voices shouted his name... Robin.., his name was Robin; such a name sounded so familiar to me.
'No, that name was mine wasn't it?'
"Indeed, young warrior of light," A warm voice called out to me, it echoed in this dark abyss, where light couldn't exist. "You fought, and won a great battle – at the cost of your own life – and now you're currently in a place where life and death are indistinguishable from one another."
'Ah... Yet, I feel as if I'm not talking at all as if I'm only listening and thinking.'
The voice giggled slightly. "A being without a physical body cannot talk with their lips, for they do not exist."
'Well, that wouldn't make sense, since I'm thinking without a brain and listening without ears.'
"Robin, it is best you try not to make sense of this place."
'Then, who are you?'
"Fear not, your memories will return and you'll remember me once more – rest Robin – you shall rise once again."
'W-Wait! I'm still unsure of what's going on..! Please.., don't go...' Thinking was getting harder and harder to do, and... and I'm starting to lose consciousness. 'Please, I don't want to be alone anymore..!'
Instead of everything going dark as I lost consciousness, a bright light kept getting closer and closer to me, until it filled my entire field of vision.
I bolted up, gasping for air as cold sweat was felt going down my spine and other unpleasant areas. "W-What..?" My eyes soon squinted as I looked up upon a blue open sky and a bright summer sun.
Upon covering the bright sunlight with my right hand, I noticed a strange purple mark – it had symbols that looked like six eyes staring back at me – it somehow made me sick to the core and I quickly lowered it in shame.
For the longest time, I sat there listening to the birds chirping and the rustle of grass; refreshing was the only word that could describe how I felt.
In the end, I decided to stand up and look at my surroundings; grassy field with a river nearby was all I could see.
As I walked towards the river, memories of my conversation with a mysterious being filled my thoughts – this included my name and hints of having a prior life – strangely enough, I couldn't remember anything else.
Either way, I lost track of where I was going and ended up almost falling into the rushing water. "I guess I'm the clumsy type?" I smiled to myself for some odd reason, as if the word 'clumsy' was nostalgic.
"I'm getting sidetracked," I looked down at the water and saw my reflection.
Platinum short messy hair with amber eyes, with pale skin to match with it all; to make things even more interesting, I was wearing a black coat with purple symbols that once again looked like eyes.
'I look rather weird,' I frowned slightly before glancing up – straight ahead of me – in the distance was a village of some sorts. "Hmm..."
...
The streets were buzzing with energy and activity, it was rather pleasing somehow; as if this is exactly what I wanted to see. My memories were still kinda foggy, but it was slowly coming back to me upon remembering a few keywords.
For example, upon hearing the voices of the local townsfolks, I remembered that I was in a halidom called Ylisse.
I had stumbled upon the market, the smell of food was making me realize how hungry I was. 'I should check my pockets, maybe I have some money on me...' As I searched my coat, I realized I had two interesting items on me.
One of them was clearly the hilt of a blade, while the other one felt like it was a book of some sorts; naturally, I would have taken them out and inspected them, but in the public eye, such a thing was considered a bad idea for many reasons.
Either way, I didn't find any money on me which was a grave problem. "Maybe I should find a job," My eyes wandered for a bit until I spotted a building that clearly had a 'Wanted' sign.
A small smile appeared on my face as I walked towards it, dodging a couple of people minding their own business. The sign indicated that a restaurant was looking for an extra set of hands and that it was located near a church – it was next to the path that would lead to said church – across a nearby small bridge.
I took the wanted paper down and pocket it; finding this restaurant was the next big step. "It should be across this market area," People kept me from traveling too fast, this place was just so busy today.
'Busy..?' The word made me remember a kingdom of some sorts; the streets were filled with people, waiting to see a maiden with blonde and long curled up side bangs, all while wearing a green dress.
"Sir..?" A male voice made me flinch in surprise.
"W-What..," I looked around and noticed I somehow walked all the way up to the desired location without noticing it myself.
The owner of said voice was a large man that had black aging hair and white skin – he was obviously very old but could still beat me up if I provoked him. "I asked, why are you just standing there."
"Oh!" I pulled out the piece of paper in a panic. "You see, I-I was looking for a job, so I naturally found this wanted poster and went over here, and you know.., to get a job."
The old man looked at me with a raised eyebrow, before howling in laughter. "Such an odd laddie you are!"
"Laddie..?"
He nodded with a smile. "Anyways, get in here and I'll tell ya what your job is!" He turned around, allowing me to finally notice him wearing an apron.
'Huh, so he must be the owner and or the cook,' I thought to myself.
"Come on now, stop standing there already!" He said while holding the door open for me.
I nodded and walked past him. "Oh the name is Robin by the way," I surprised myself there, due to saying my name with such confidence.
"Robin? As in, the bird?" He laughed lightly before responding. "The name is Ray, and I'm your boss – the girl over there–" Ray pointed to a waitress, who seemed to be having trouble with a few drunk costumers. "Is Olivia, she'll be your co-worker."
The first thing I noticed from Olivia, was her pink hair and her quickly reddening face. 'She also seems to be being molested.' I walked over to the table where two drunk men sat, Olivia was trying to her best to get their orders but they kept calling her certain names I shall not repeat.
"Hey!" I called out to the troublesome duo, they turned their heads towards me and gave me a menacing stare. "Causing trouble is forbidden, I recommend leaving."
One of them stood up, obviously angered. "What did you just say, boy!?"
"I said, leave," My eyes narrowed and I puffed out my chest slightly, trying to use my full height to any advantage, sadly the guy was still taller than me.
The other man luckily stumbled over to his friend. "Let's just go man, it isn't worth the trouble."
"Bah, this place is full of shit anyways!" The man spat at my boots, bumped shoulders with me, and walked out while ranting to himself.
People were starting to whisper as the duo left, however, Ray was quick to stop them. "Sorry about that folks! Next drink is on me!" Everyone cheered in glee upon hearing this and things went back to normal.
"U-Um, T-Thank you," Olivia had approached me, with both hands held close to her chest while looking at the floor in a shy way.
"It wasn't a problem, don't worry about it." Honestly, this girl is pretty cute.
Olivia nodded. "Y-You weren't scared of them?"
An exhausted sigh left my mouth. "Are you kidding? I was terrified! But I'm glad everything turned out okay."
"And even so, you helped me..." She titled her head.
I chuckled lightly. "Yeah! I won't watch a co-worker of mine being bothered." Somehow, I felt more weight behind that sentence, but I decided to ignore it for now.
The sound of wood creaking was heard behind me, followed by Ray's voice. "This here is Robin, he'll be in charge of washing dishes."
"Yup – wait, what?" Ray simply laughed at my confusion and grabbed me by the hood.
"Into the kitchen, you go!" He practically dragged me away with a single hand.
...
It was already dusk fall, and I was able to get a proper room for the night. I was currently sitting next to a desk, writing on a small notepad that I had bought after work.
"Maybe if I can write what I remember, things will start clicking into place..." At the thought of that, I was already writing things such as my name, how I look, the word clumsy, and the voice that spoke to me, pretty much everything I did from the first moment I woke up in the field.
Sadly, something felt off; as if I wasn't entirely acting like myself – this made me anxious and kept me from writing any further at times – was I the brave type, or the distracted kind of guy, all of this was keeping me from advancing.
'I'm not too brave, those two guys at the restaurant honestly terrified me – maybe courageous? Nah that can't possibly be... Or is it?' I was leaning on my chair's back legs, twirling the pen in my fingers as if I done this many times before.
"Wait, I know!" At my sudden excitement, the chair squeaked and I knew something bad was about to happen. "Well, there goes my mood for the night."
I fell backward to the ground with a loud bump to the head, causing me to groan in annoyance as I stood up and rubbed the back of my skull. After the pain subsided a bit, I reached into my pocket and took out the book that I felt earlier today.
Before I opened it, I placed it on my desk and sat down once more. 'Seems like a tome,' It didn't surprise me at all when I noticed the thunderbolt symbol on the yellow covering. 'So I was someone who can use magic, not to mention, I have a bronze sword on me.'
I simply opened up the tome and was greeted with countless pages that had symbols I couldn't read – upon closer inspection – every page was identical from one another, same symbols, the same amount, the same everything.
"Whatever," It was best to just close the tome and head straight to bed at this point. "I'm sure Ray wants me to wake up early tomorrow anyway, best to get some shut eye."
The room went dark as I blew out the candle and felt my way over to the bed, once I found it, I sat on the edges and took off my boots and coat – it wasn't long till I was under my bed sheets and drifted off into a deep slumber.
The next day was bright as ever, with very few clouds in the sky; it was still early in the morning, many villagers were setting up their shops at the local market.
Robin had finally made his way through the streets and reached the restaurant he was working at. "Morning everyone," The blonde greeted Ray and Olivia, who were cleaning the tables.
"H-Hi Robin."
"Nice timing laddie! The kitchen needs some maintenance, I hope I can rely on you yet again!" Ray's voice echoed as loud as ever.
Robin gave the old man a smile before heading off to the kitchen. "Uh, he's a nice guy isn't he, Ray," Olivia said while adjusting her waitress dress.
"Hmm, a bit strange, but yes – Robin seems to be very observant but has a confident aura, with a kind demeanor." Ray smiled for a bit. "Anyways, let us get back to work."
"O-Of course!" Olivia rushed over to the next table and started cleaning it.
Meanwhile, Robin was already cleaning a few leftover dishes, his eyes were distant and it was apparent that the man was lost in thoughts once more.
'Something is eating away at me; as if today won't be safe,' The sound of the kitchen door opening caused Robin to stop what he was doing.
"Robin, we already have a few customers, time to shift gears!" Ray said happily while walking over to the stove.
'How long have I been..,' Robin looked out the window and noticed it was almost afternoon. 'I really need to stop entering these long trances.'
And so, the restaurant was back in working order; until a disturbing event, a few hours later, occurred. Robin was drying one of the many plates he had washed until a loud scream made him flinch and drop the plate; Ray obviously yelled at him, but Robin ignored the older man and went outside of the kitchen in a hurry.
"What is going?" He said upon seeing Olivia, and a couple of customers, peeking out the windows.
Olivia turned to Robin with a terrified expression. "B-Bandits."
'Bandits..?' I thought to myself as I also looked out the window. 'What!?'
From the looks of it, a ruffian was standing over a person.., no, it was a corpse – blood was starting to slip through the lines of the payment – I felt my blood boil with anger.
"Robin? Where are you going?" Olivia asked as I opened the door with a solemn face.
I turned slightly to see her worried expression, before facing towards the angering scene before me. "Making History."
As I approached the gang of bandits, one of them – apparently the leader – was giving out commands. "Grab anything shiny, and put the rest to the torch! We gots an example to show to these Ylissean scums!"
'Ylissean scums..?' Said word further improved my recollections of wandering around a large palace, but I was defending it from these shadowy figures.
"Hey!" I left my trance upon being shouted at.
The bandits, which consisted of two Mages, three sword wielders, and five axemen – including the leader – stood before me while giving me a menacing glare.
"Who the hell are you?" The leader said while taking the front of the group, ready to cut me down if needed.
My right hand went to the hilt of my sword just in case. 'Thankfully, I brought my weapons with me,'
The ruffian got angered upon being greeted by my silence. "Ya looking for a fight!?"
"If you leave peacefully, no one will get hurt."
"Damn right no one will get hurt if YOU leave!" The man laughed, and so did his 'friends'.
Unlike before, when I stood up for Olivia, I didn't feel all too nervous; as if the thought of fighting to the death wasn't new to me at all. 'Just who was I?' My sword was already unsheathed.
"Huh? So you have a death wish?"
"The name is Robin, I will like to know your name before we do anything rash."
This simply made the man angrier. "All of Y'all, go and burn down this place, this one is mine."
Said bandits listened to his command and left without another word, taking various places around the market.
"Are you going to not answer my previous question?" I remarked with a raised eyebrow.
"Shut it brat!" The leader charged forward, axe raised above his head with both hands. "The weak doesn't deserve to know my name!"
My mind calculated the amount of power and distance his attack was going to be, allowing me to dodge instead of blocking. However, this bandit was quick enough for a follow-up attack – it cut the side of my cheek – causing me to stumble back, barely avoiding my head being chopped off.
'Now!' I pressed forward and launched an attack of my own, going straight for his neck.
The ruffian dodged it by ducking under my blade and tackling me, sending us both flying into a nearby food stand. I had my eyes shut tight due to intense pain that I felt on my lower back, but I managed to open them in time to block another attack.
"You're too young for this world, I think its time for ya to leave permanently and try again in the afterlife," The man had bloodthirsty eyes as he deadlocked our weapons, pushing my blade closer and closer to my neck.
'D-Damn it, my mind says I can do certain things – yet my body can't keep up – it's like I'm learning how to walk all over again, even though I know exactly how it works!' At this point I was starting to lose stamina, the man had all of his weight and strength on top of me.
Somehow, in that moment I was reminded of how I felt upon besting many hardships – even if I couldn't remember what exactly these hardships were, it made feel that I wasn't truly in danger; as if I have seen much worse.
With all my might, I slid the man's weapon to the left – sparks flew as our blades created friction – and made him miss my head by an inch.
I touched his chest and smiled. "Looks like the scales tip in my favor!" A bright light was starting to glow where my hand made contact with his skin. "Thunder!"
The electrical explosion sent the leader flying a few feet away from me, this allowed me to stand up and make a run for it for now. "Time for a tactical retreat..!" My eyes scanned the area as I ran the opposite way from this whole ordeal.
At the stop of my sprint, I noticed that I was already exhausted. 'Yup, this body isn't fit at all to what I'm apparently used to back in my prior life,' I bent forward and put both hands on my knees, gasping for air.
A shadow loomed over me, but I quickly relaxed upon hearing a young female voice. "Hey, are you okay?"
"Just a bit tired and shaken up, nothing I can't handle..." I smiled before standing up properly, making eye contact with a girl who had blonde hair tied up in two pigtails – another thing worth noticing was her battle dress and stave. 'A cleric? Wait, how did I know that?'
"You're bleeding!" She pointed at my cheek before holding up the staff towards it. "Here, let me patch it up real quick..."
This young maiden seemed so familiar to me. "Thank you.., Uh?"
"Lissa! My name is Lissa, what is yours?" She gave me a sweet smile.
"Robin," Once she was done repairing my small injury, she stepped away. "Did you come here alone?"
"Uh no, my Brother and Frederick are currently fighting." Lissa pointed to the market, and sure enough, I noticed an armor plated Knight riding on a horse with a Silver Lance in hand – he also just stabbed one of the Sword-users in the chest – while another guy with a white cape and radiant blue hair fought an Axe wielder with his sword.
"We need to go help, stay close to me Lissa!" I said while running back to the heat of the battle.
The Knight saw both of us and directed his horse to me. "Who are you?" The man narrowed his eyes and seemed ready to pierce me with his weapon.
"Someone who knows their way in a fight, and wants to help as much as possible!" I responded while taking notice of an incoming enemy Mage, who was taking aim at the bluenette. "Thunder!"
"Wind!" The enemy mage shouted as he countered my magical attack.
The bluenette noticed this and turned towards us. "Come over here!" I shouted at the man.
He nodded and made a run for it, while I gave him more cover, countering any magical attacks coming our way. Once we all re-grouped a good distance away from all the fighting, we were able to talk peacefully for now.
"Milord, this gentleman has lent us his strength." The one on the horse said with a solemn face.
"Ah, strength in numbers – glad to have you..,"
"Robin," I replied with a small smile. "Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?"
"My name is Chrom, and the delicate one is my sister, Lissa." Chrom's statement made Lissa hop in place.
"I am NOT delicate!" She argued back while sticking her tongue out at her brother.
This caused me to chuckle lightly, I felt relief – as if I knew these three for a long time. "And I assume you're Frederick."
The Great Knight nodded, however, Chrom spoke up. "Ah yes, you're also welcomed to call him 'The Wary' if you so please."
Frederick's expression didn't change. "A title I shall wear with pride, gods forbid one of us keeps an appropriate level of caution."
"Speaking of caution, we should address the battlefield before us," I spoke up suddenly – kinda surprised myself there honestly – which got the attention of everyone. "I'm well studied in the arts of tactics, and I know how to fight my way to victory if needed."
Chrom gave me an raised eyebrow at first but ended up giving me a hopeful smile. "So you're a Tactician?"
"I assume so? Sorry, I must have bumped my head yesterday, for I've been suffering from lack of memory for awhile now."
Lissa gasped in surprise. "Hey! I heard of this before, its called amnesia."
Frederick nodded, I could see a bit of concern in his eyes. "Are you sure you can fight?" The Knight asked.
"Of course," I unsheathed my sword once more. "Frederick, you took down one of the Sword-users, if I remember correctly, two more should be left; Chrom and I should take down the other Axe wielders, while Lissa stays in the back."
After I was done talking, I quickly notice that the trio stood there quietly. "Ah, sorry – I didn't mean to command you guys or anything, please, only follow my orders if you want to."
A chuckle – coming from Chrom – lighten up the mood. "Worry not friend, we're simply impressed by how you're able to use swords, sorcery, and strategies to such an extent."
Before I could say something, I saw a barbarian out of the corner of my eye – behind Frederick and Chrom – he was already raising his axe, going for a deadly strike.
"Thunder!" The small ball of electricity flew past both my newly found allies and hit the foe dead in the chest. "Chrom!"
The bluenette turned quickly and slashed the stumbling ruffian across the chest; Frederick commanded his armored steed to step forward, allowing him to thrust his spear through the man's stomach.
Lissa hid behind me as two more foes – Sword-user and a Mage – rushed over to aid their now dead friend.
"I'll cover both of you from the Mage, get the other guy!" I shouted while casting another spell. 'A single barbarian should be left in this market area, I should keep an eye out if they don't take him out first.'
"Right!" Chrom rushed in, shouting a war cry as he ran.
A circle – consisted of golden ancient symbols – appeared before me, as I started chanting a few words under my breath. 'Surely the enemy spellcaster has a higher tolerance to magic then the others, I need to make sure this shot takes him down.' My eyes locked onto the guy with a huge pointy hat.
"Thunder!" The lightning bolt pierced through the air, but ended up missing my target by an inch – this, in turn, made my foe spot my location – I did my best to conjure another spell, but it was too late and I was forced to dodge with Lissa.
"R-Robin, are you okay?" She asked a bit shaken up from the sudden event.
'Such a brave person she is,' A warm smile was all I could give her for now before I stood up and located the enemy mage once more.
"Wind!"
I dodged out of reflexes, a blade of wind barely missed my head as I rolled to the side and landed on a knee. "Thunder!" Once more, my spell barely missed as my foe ducked behind some barrels.
This gave me some time to adjust my tactics with the current battlefield, Frederick and Chrom had taken out the remaining barbarians and swordsmen.
Lissa came out of hiding. "Maybe we can sneak up on him,"
"We can try," I pulled out my sword and made my way to the spot I last saw the spellcaster.
Luckily enough, we took the side of the stack of barrels that was opposite of where we were prior; from the enemies point of view – so the Mage had his back turned to us.
I spun my sword in hand just for shows. "Looking for something?" Honestly, I couldn't help but smile upon seeing the look on his face.
"G-Get away!" The man started preparing another spell, but I closed the gap between us and held my sword with both hands; it took one slash across his guts to send him stumbling backward, and lung attack to the chest to end his life.
It felt odd killing a man, there was a lot of weight – the flesh and blood kept struggling against my blade as if the body was trying to resist this finality... 'First time I kill someone, but why doesn't it feel like that?' I pulled out my weapon from the corpse, letting it drop to the ground, as I flicked the blood off my sword.
When I turned, Lissa had averted eyes. "Why.. –" Was the only thing I could understand from her whispers.
"Because, some lives must be ended, in order to protect others," I replied without thinking twice. "These people– These monsters.., gave in their humanity long ago and now seek the blood of the defenseless, I won't stand around doing nothing as I watch these wolves eat away at my sheep!"
"Aptly put, sir." Frederick's voice alerted me of Chrom and the Knight himself, standing behind me.
I did a full one-eighty and rubbed the back of my head with one hand. "Sorry about that, I guess something inspired me."
Chrom nodded, still having a smile on his face. "Worry not, for I feel the same way."
At first, I stared at their faces, filled with determination and courage. 'I'm starting to remember them.., they were my first friends.' My eyes glanced at the bridge that led to the Church, where the leader stood.
"Only two Axe wielders, two swordsmen, and a Mage are left; Frederick, get the sword users, while Chrom and I get the rest," They nodded in understanding. "If needed, push them off the bridge, that'll buy us some time if they start overwhelming us."
Prepare yourselves, boys!" The leader announced as they spotted Robin's group approaching them.
"Hey Boss, I don't think we can handle these guys!" The spellcaster shouted.
This obviously didn't make the leader happy. "Shut your trap before I shove this axe up your arse!"
"Incoming!"
The sound of a galloping horse was all the Ruffians heard before Frederick broke through their ranks with a single charge, the knight quickly engaged with the last Sword-user. A war cry was followed shortly, followed by the sound of lightning bolts; one by one the invaders started to fall until only a Mage and the leader himself were left.
It wasn't long till Robin countered any magic attacks with his own, allowing Frederick to run through the mage with his lance. "You sure put up quite the show up until now," Robin said casually as he approached the leader.
"... Damn you..!"
Robin tilted his head in confusion. "Damn, me? For stopping a criminal like you? Sir, I'm very positive that you must have known this would happen sooner or later."
"Robin.., I'm going to make sure I see your lifeless eyes before they kill me; ya hear me!?"
"Yeah, yeah, I hear you..," Robin took a battle stance, one that was known to be used by swordmasters. "It's just you and me, I promise you that."
Naturally, this angered the Barbarian even further. "You think of me lightly?! Even after I almost killed you back there? Boy, I'm going to rip–!"
"Thunder!" Robin interrupted whatever speech the leader was going to do, by forcing him to dodge. "Less talking."
"Oh, that's it!" The ruffian took out a handaxe and threw it, Robin dodged out of the way and charged forward while dragging his blade on the payment.
'This isn't my fighting style, but I feel like it'll help me greatly..!' Robin went for an upwards swing, scraping his foe across the chest. "Nothing angers me more than seeing you dastards hurt the innocent!"
"I hate ya types, always talking about heroic shit!" The barbarian took a step forward and swung high, forcing Robin to duck. "You're too naive! Life isn't always sunshine and rainbows!" He then went for a knee attack.
'Checkmate,' Robin barely managed to dodge and wrapped an arm under the ruffian's leg before standing up and tripping the other leg, sending both men to the ground. "Tell me your name!"
"G-GET OFF!"
The Tactician had already dropped his blade, opting to reach for his tome in the process. "Then I guess I'll prove I'm not the weak one here!" Robin, in his mind, repeated the ancient words that were inscribed in a different tome he just remembered.
"ArcThunder!" A circle appeared underneath the barbarian on the payment itself – the tactician had summoned it with his left hand and was already planning on moving out of the way.
Two orbs of light appeared above the Leading invader. 'Guess this is it...' He closed his eyes and received the powerful thunderstrike.
Robin gasped for air as he stood there at a safe distance away, still on guard just in case. "Is it over..?" He muttered to himself. 'Casting spells without a tome is super-tasking...'
"Yes, I believe so," Chrom said while both Lissa and himself rushed over to the exhausted Tactician, who barely stood on their own two feet. "Mind-healing him, Lissa–"
The sound of someone shifting made Chrom unsheath his gold and silver blade, everyone observed how the Barbarian stood up slowly – eyes cascaded in shadow due to his hair – and upon pointing at Robin, Chrom was ready to charge forward.
"Wait, Chrom..," Robin held an arm out, in front of the bluenette.
"Gar..–" The man muttered; no one said anything, letting the man try once more. "Garrick..."
'That is his name...' Robin pieced together in his head with a sad expression.
Garrick made a motion to say one last thing, however, his dying breath was heard and he stood in place stiffly.
'The poor dastard, it wasn't until his deathbed came, when he finally told me.' The sound of Frederick's horse moving was the only sound that filled the air, it was shortly followed by a loud thump, once the Great Knight pushed Garrick off his feet effortlessly.
...
After the bodies were moved out of the way, the local villagers started patching up the village as much as they could. Sadly, some buildings were lost due to the fires, but none of the villagers seemed to get hurt in the end – which was worth a great value in Chrom's eyes.
"Milord, did you notice? The brigands spoke with a Plegian accent." Frederick mentioned after the small trio were out of earshot of the public.
Chrom let out a tired sigh. "They just keep trying to initiate war don't they..."
"And it's the poor townsfolks that suffer!" Lissa remarked with a saddened tone. "They're totally innocent and helpless."
"They do have us Milady," Frederick said with a prideful tone. "Shepherds to protect the sheep; however, careful not to let anger be swept up in your mind, it will cloud your judgment."
"I know, I know; I'll get used to it eventually, but Brother, what are we going to do with Robin?" Lissa asked casually as she sat on a barrel, next to a standing Chrom.
"Honestly," The bluenette eyed the currently working tactician, who was happily helping with the rebuilding process of a roof. "I might just end up inviting him to the shepherds. What do you think, Frederick?"
The Great Knight simply closed his eyes. "If that is what Milord wishes, I will not stop you."
Chrom chuckled. "That's as close to a yes I'll ever get from you..." Frederick didn't respond, which made Lissa giggle.
"Well!" She hops off the barrel. "Let's go invite him! He such an amazing fighter, and is great with tactics, what CAN'T he do at this point."
Chrom nodded. "Right," The trio moved over to where Robin was – once he was in earshot – Chrom called out to him. "Robin, can I speak with you for a bit?"
Robin – who was on a ladder – glanced down before nodding. "Sure thing, what do you need?"
"I wanted to invite you to the shepherds," Robin, upon climbing down, gave Chrom a confused look. "It's a group that specializes in missions that the Army of Yliss can't solve quickly, we dedicate ourselves to protecting others from bandits and the plegian barbarians you just saw today."
'Hmm, something tells me I should join them,' He ended up agreeing with Chrom with a nod. "Just let me say goodbye to a few people I met yesterday."
"Of course, we'll be waiting right here."
And with that, Robin took off to the restaurant where Ray and Olivia were. 'Hopefully, the fire didn't spread over here...' Thankfully, his co-workers were standing outside, talking with some local townsfolks.
"Olivia, Ray!" The two of them turned their heads towards me.
Ray had a happy expression on his face, however, Olivia gave me a death stare. "Robin! How dare you risk your life like that, do you have any idea what they could have done to you!" She suddenly said while walking over to me.
My eyes widen. "S-Sorry!"
"You better be!" Olivia was now in front of me, poking at my chest with a finger. "We were worried sick!"
Ray, on the other hand, laughed loudly. "I haven't seen Olivia act like this in awhile! You really had us worried, young lad – but for what it's worth, you did well."
Slowly, a smile appeared on my face, which in turn made Olivia sigh before giving a smile of her own. "G-Good job Robin, the t-town might had ended up in a much worse state if it wasn't for you." She was back to her shy self.
"It wasn't a big deal, the shepherds arrived and did most of the work – Oh! Speaking of which, I came here to say goodbye actually."
Ray and Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Goodbye?" They said in unison.
I nodded. "I've been invited into the shepherds, and I believe I want to continue helping others – it just feels like the right thing to do."
Ray whistled in amazement. "Getting invited into such a group isn't an easy task, you must have really impressed them out there."
"D-Do your best, and make sure to stay in touch with us," Olivia said with somewhat teary eyes.
"Gah! Are you crying, Olivia?!" I was about to offer the sleeve of my coat, but she waved a hand in decline.
"I-I'm just getting a bit emotional, even if we only met for a day, it was fun working with you; just stay safe, please."
"R-Right.., I'll do my best," I looked at Ray, who was giving me a look of approval.
"Just wait here, I got something for you."
As I watched the old man head back into the restaurant, I couldn't help but wonder what it could be. 'Maybe a new book..?'
Before I knew it, Ray was back with two bags – although one of them was merely a pouch – and handed them over to me. "The larger one has some leftover bread, the pouch is your paycheck."
"Didn't you just pay me yesterday?" I raised an eyebrow.
Ray chuckled. "Yeah! So get going before I regret paying your arse double the money!"
This made me sincerely smile at his kindness. "Thank you, Ray..." I turned and started walking, only turning my head slightly for a few final goodbyes. "Stay safe, both of you!"
'I'm starting to remember more and more, but by joining the shepherds, I'm bound to remember a lot of things – maybe they can shape me up as well, it's painfully obvious that I'm out of shape in this body...'
It wasn't long till Robin reached his fellow Shepherds – who were still waiting for him – the trio greeted the tactician with nods and smiles, and they were finally embarking towards the horizon that was illuminated by the sunset.
AN: Trying something new, hopefully, everyone enjoys - feel free to leave a review or any type of constructive feedback that can improve the story.
A little side note as to why I made this tale; honestly, I just didn't feel like the ending was true. You could easily pick the option "Don't let Chrom deliver the final blow" and get the happy ending, this is what inspired me to make this story - what if you couldn't access this ending unless you got every support conversation in the game, just like Naga says: If Robin's bonds are strong enough, he'll return.
Well in this timeline, Robin delivers the final blow anyways, but his ties in the previous world just weren't strong enough for him to remain in it; Naga, on the other hand, was grateful enough to give him a second chance.
And this is how our Robin embarks on a new journey with tougher foes than he previously remembered. (Inspired a bit by Lunatic/+ but with realism obviously.)