Here's the rewrite for the first chapter. If you just started reading this, the description says it all.

I added a flashback in this, This is a flashback 'thoughts' "talking"

I do not own RWBY, Fire emblem, or any references that I make.

Enjoy.

Robin felt a tear from his wife hit his face. Seeing the destroyed look on her, and on his best friend made his heart shatter. He knew they wanted him to stay, but he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to let Grima return to slumber, and terrorize people again. He saw the eyes of all the children who came back, and he heard the stories. He watched as his comrades fell around him at the hand of the fell dragon and his servants. And if it took his life to prevent that from happening again, so be it. Because, in a way, he, as Grima's vessel, shared the burden of their deaths. But the eyes of his friend and lover, they almost made him wish he had chosen differently. Oh gods, Morgan… "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Tell Morgan… tell everyone… that my last thoughts… were of them…"

The feeling of the cold, hard scales of the massive beast against his back left Robin, as he departed for the last time.

The first thing he noticed was that his head hurt. A lot. Actually, his whole body ached. But as the memories of what just happened began to surface, the pain of his heart made his body numb. Nothing could ever get rid of the sadness he felt, and saw, as he left. Or more importantly as he saw the fell dragon personally slay some of his closest friends. But at least he could rest knowing that the dragon was dead, along with him.

Wait… dead? I'm supposed to be dead. As he opened his eyes, he didn't see the innocent face of Lissa, or the compassionate face of Chrom, only a grey sky.

I'm not dead.

I'm not dead.

Hah, what a cruel joke. I watch as the shepherds fall, but Naga keeps me alive. Perhaps death is too good, nothing can atone for the deaths that were caused by my failures. It was my job to protect all of them.

Robin let out a broken chuckle, laughing at his situation. Of course. Of course he would live. As he always did. As his mother died to free him, as Ylisse and Plegia burned from the fires of war, ending both nations' rulers, As he took on the undefeatable conqueror, and as Valm mercilessly crushed Valmese rebels and Ylissean invaders alike, and as he returned the favor, and burned valmese warships and forts to ash. As he battled his own father, and watched the grimleal slaughter his allies. And as he climbed on top the fell dragon and watched helplessly as far too many of his friends were butchered. But no, even a suicidal attempt to finish the fell dragon, wouldn't kill him. Because it was his job to live, as his pawns died, right? He was a tactician, using others as tools was his duty from the start.

He could try to pretend he was a hero, as the shepherds so often called him, and the Ylissean people called him. But it wouldn't make it true. All their blood was on his hands, wasn't it? And even death wouldn't let him escape. Death himself was too disgusted with him to allow him to die.

Robin stood up on his feet, and surveyed his surroundings. He stood upon ash, a circle of charcoal carved out of the overgrown field of grass, centering upon where he first lay. The clouds overhead were dark.

And of course, perhaps as he deserved, he was completely and utterly alone. Only sound of the wind and his breathing broke the silence. That was, until he heard a new voice.

"You alright kid?" A tall man, with black messy hair, stubble along his chin, and, no that can't be right, red eyes? Well, I've seen weirder appearances, hardly should be surprised. He wore a grey dress shirt, and a tattered cape.

What the hell is up with this guy? He has a sword, and a cloak, but at the same time has the last clothes one would expect on the battlefield, and is clearly drunk. Is he some sort of ruffian? He hardly seems to be a knight, or a soldier, and no peasant wields a weapon like the one on his back.

"Can you talk? I asked if you were alright." He repeated his question.

"Sorry, I'm fine. May I ask what land this is?"

"The hell you talking about? We're in Vale, outside the city."

Vale? What the hell? I've never heard of such a nation? Is it possible I got brought to another continent, unheard of by Ylisse? It's certainly possible. Perhaps this man is trying to fool me, take advantage of my situation, and lure me into a trap. Wouldn't be the first time a Ruffian tried to do that, and I hardly look the powerful warrior right now.

"There a problem? If you need, I can help you back to the city, I'm a hunter."

A hunter huh? Why would a hunter need such a weapon? Risen shouldn't exist, with Grima dead, I shouldn't jump to conclusions, it's possible this area has barbarian problems, and the weapon is for self defense. That's not really important now. My main priority is getting to a city, so I can find a way back home. I'll have to follow this guy, but I need to be extremely cautious, it's still very probable he's a barbarian, albeit a well groomed one. Okay, not well groomed, but better groomed than any barbarian I've seen.

"That would be greatly appreciated."

"I wasn't planning on heading back this early, but I did sign up for this, I'll just have to finish the beowolf pack tomorrow."

Robin looked at him with a somewhat puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

"Huh? I thought I said I was a hunter. Kinda what we do."

What? The term hunter must mean something more in this land, I should tread carefully, best I don't give away too much to him.

The forest looked similar the ones in Rosanne. The leaves were a dark red, littering the red grass. The trees themselves were quite uniformly short, which Robin found strange, it was hard to believe such a uniform forest could have come about naturally.

But it only took a few seconds of looking at the red forest to remember why it reminded him of Rosanne.

The leaves hadn't been all red. In fact, most were yellow when they had first entered the forest. There were the occasional red leaves, but to say the ground was red would have been inaccurate. Would have been.

But as the blood stained boots of the tactician and the prince trekked back to the rendezvous point, such a statement wasn't quite as inaccurate. The thick layer of dry leaves was now wet, and where the ground wasn't obscured by a corpse, it was a deep red. The stench of blood had never been so strong. The bodies lay every few feet, and while they were walking slow, due to the loss of control over the prince's left leg, they had been weaving through them for far too long, and there was still more to go.

"How many? How many Robin?"

'How the FUCK do I answer that? How many Shepherds? How many allies? Or god's help us should we try to calculate how many of the enemy we slayed here.

"What choice did we have? Damn it what other choice was there?! WE HAD TO DO IT! Think of the lives we've saved! They were all puppets of the Emperor, they had no lives! If… if…. Damn it!" The red soaked white hair of the tactician shook as he pounded his left fist into a tree, hard enough to open an old wound in his knuckle, it's blood disappearing into the sea of it below.

'They were utterly defenseless! Most of them weren't even armed! They raised the white flag before the battle even began damn it! But… no…. we had to do it... Yen'fay is only half a day behind us, and our forces here only number in the dozens… We couldn't have taken them prisoner, and we needed their food, our rations have been running low… We have to win this war, no matter the cost. If not us, then who? WHO ELSE COULD DO IT? WHO ELSE CAN DEFEAT THE EMPEROR DAMN IT! WE'RE ALL THAT STANDS IN HIS WAY! No… No matter what strategic gain this battle was, I made this choice, and I'll never begin to lift the weight of this sin. It shall follow me to death and beyond. No man can justify such a massacre. It puts my worst crimes in Plegia to shame. How many more? How many more will die? How many more will I have to butcher? At the end of the road, will all of this blood have been worth it?'

"Let's get out of here Robin… Now's not the time for regret. No man was meant to bear the weight you have to… I'm sorry. I'm sorry Robin. I'm sorry I give you this burden, there is no worse curse. But no man can truly say who's right here, and whether any battle we fight is justified. All we can do is continue fighting for what we think is right, and do all we can to make sure these deaths aren't in vain."

It was clearly difficult for the prince to talk, through the pain in his thigh. Robin was too afraid to remove the arrow lodged in it, he had no experience in healing. They needed to get to Lissa fast.

Robin started moving again, but he didn't answer his closest friend. What could someone even say at such a time?

"You okay kid? You look pale." The scruffy drunk inquired.

"Huh? Yeah…" Robin answered distantly. Three wars. I fought three wars. I finally won the third, but did I truly end the fighting? Or will another corrupt ruler just rise in another decade and start another war? What the hell did I slaughter so many for?

No, I needn't ask that, the answer is obvious. Morgan. I lost my humanity to the suffering of war, I mustn't let her suffer the same fate. I must do everything I can to return to Ylisse, and protect Morgan to my grave. And not just Morgan, all the future children of Ylisse, Plegia, Ferox, Rosanne, Chon'sin, Valm, everywhere. I didn't just fight for myself, I fought to bring peace to all nations.

"Hey, I don't have the first clue as to who you are, but I see you have a sword, can you fight?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you might have to. You know that beowolf pack I mentioned earlier? Well, seems they saved me the work of tracking them down."

Damn. That was careless. Robin saw eyes dotting the bushes around them. They had gotten surrounded. I let my emotions get the best of me, and got distracted. Ametuer mistake.

"I've had my fair share of combat, to say the least." Robin replied coldly.

The first 'beowolf' charged into the older man, who by this point had drawn his massive sword, and was holding back the large creature.

Robin took the moment to analyze the threat. It was a massive, black creature, with a partial exoskeleton. It had bone spikes along its arms and back, and massive claws. He had never seen anything like it.

Where in the name of Naga did you end up Robin?

Despite the intimidating appearance of the monster, the battle that raged before him started giving Robin an idea about what being a 'hunter' meant here.

Robin heard a roar behind him, and dived out of the way just in time. Rotating mid dive, Robin drew his silver sword, and cut the beast's side. Landing, he sheathed the blade, and withdrew a thoron tome from his coat. As the beowolf tried to circle back around, Robin shot a bolt of thoron into the beowolfs wound, killing it. Robin wasn't too surprised to see it, much like a risen, fade away after being slain.

A roar behind him alerted him to the next two attackers, both coming in side by side.

Robin shuffled to the right, to focus on one beowolf, and jumped onto it's back, stabbing a bolt of thoron into it's mid-back, then landing behind it. This time, however, Robin was very surprised, as BOTH beowolves turned around to face him again.

It survived a thoron bolt?! Surely these are not powerful creatures, they seem only the grunt type, like a risen. No risen survived a direct thoron attack. So how did this?!

When the beasts charged again, Robin moved to left, to attack the injured one. A claw came down towards Robin's right shoulder, but it was quickly separated from the rest of the limb. Kicking off of the bone mask, Robin got back on his feet, still in front of the beowolf, which due to the loss of a limb was now crashed into the ground. It attempted to stand onto it's hind legs, but silver cut it's throat.

From the dust of it's brother, the second beowolf smashed into Robin, knocking him to the ground. Robin groaned with pain at the strike, and seconds later, at the claws at his chest. Realizing his sword was out of reach, he was barely able to retrieve another tome. Unable to see it, Robin guessed it was his arc fire, and internally recited the incantation, hoping he was correct.

The beowolf burned, and finally released him, or rather, it's body lost form, and no longer stood atop him. Robin grabbed his sword again, and stood up, letting blood drip from his chest. He didn't have time to recover, however, as another beowolf was upon his. Without enough time to dodge, he attempted to block the strike with his sword, but gasped in horror, when the blade cracked, and broke in two. The claw continued past the broken blade, and slammed into Robin.

A second beowolf rammed it's head into him, sending him into a tree. Robin opened his mouth to scream as he felt a rib break, but was unable to, as the air left his lungs in a mere second. In the back of his mind, he remembered the threat that loomed directly above him, but the blow left him unable to act upon his fear.

Looks like I was wrong, I do get to die. Perhaps the world just wanted to laugh at me one last time, before killing me. Bringing me back to life only to die moments later. I can't fight back here, and that 'hunter' is too far, and clearly has no tomes, or bow.

Robin failed to register the actions the hunter was taking, however. In his wounded state of mind, he didn't question when the sword had bent down. He did, however, before losing consciousness, start to notice something was happening when he heard multiple bangs, and saw the creatures around him turn to dust.

Damn, that's bright. Robin closed his eyes again. Why the hell was is so bright? He tentatively opened his eyes again, and this time ignored the pain that came from the luminosity of the room.

The room. He was inside. Beginning to survey the room, in an attempt to figure out his location, he was astounded at the smoothness and cleanliness of the whole room. It was unlike anything he had seen. The white walls, whose composition Robin didn't know, were as smooth as the marble in the Ylisstol castle. It was quite the sight.

"Excellent, you're awake." How did I not notice him?

Next to Robin's bed, in a chair, was a grey haired man, with spectacles. "I should introduce myself, I am Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon academy. Although I'm suspecting you don't know what that is."

"Where am I?" Robin didn't want to talk about anything without knowing his situation.

"There's nothing to worry about, you're in a hospital, in Vale." Ah, that would make sense. Ozpin continued, "Qrow has informed me you have quite the abilities, shooting lightning, and fire, and excellent swordsmanship. Something noone short of a hunter should be able to do. Yet, from what he told me of your little battle, you have no aura. Now, why is that?"

When Robin didn't answer, mostly out of confusion, the headmaster continued, "He also claims to have found you in forever fall, with a ring of destruction around you, very confused, and with no idea of your location. In addition, I took the liberty of scanning Vale's records for your face, but came up with nothing. With all of this information, I am inclined to ask you but one question: Where are you from?"

Well, he's got me, there isn't a lie for me to use here, as I know nothing of Vale. "I'm from Ylisse."

The beach was beautiful. The sand was warm, and welcoming, the water was glistening, and calm, but at the same time strong, and enticing. The sound of the waves was like a lullaby, the sunlight was refreshing, and the atmosphere was relaxing.

But it wasn't the same. It would never match the beaches on eastern Ylisse. The majestic sunrises, and the cool water. It wasn't really a matter of which was prettier though, but more of who was there. Lying on the beach of Vale was lonely. He needed the annoying pestering of Chrom there. During the two years of peace, Chrom would sneak away from Sumia, to go to the beach with Robin, and the two friends would just chat.

Right now, the tactician was longing for a chat. I wouldn't have to be Chrom, it could be his wife, his daughter, or really any of the shepherds. Even dealing with Tharja's 'flirting' would be okay. But you tend to lose a lot of your friends when you travel to a different world.

Robin remembered the words Ozpin spoke to him.

"I don't know what brought you here, and I suspect you have little interest protecting my world, but you can't get back home without help. Help Remnant out, and it will help you back. If you join my academy, and train to be a hunter, I will in turn help you find your way home. I won't ask for an answer now, but I will need it by tomorrow, when the new students depart for beacon."

He's not wrong, I have no place to go, I know nothing of Remnant, there's no way I can get home on my own. And I don't think I can find a better offer than this one. It was quite clear the man was a powerful one, and resourceful. And Robin DID have a history of playing hero, even if he used questionable means.

The adorable face nearly exploded when he asked the question. The tactician had accepted the headmasters offer to join Beacon academy, and upon hearing that, the headmaster helped Robin out a bit with a cover story, unlocked his aura, and directed him to a little girl, who he thought could somehow be the best option for creating a new, more powerful weapon.

She's quite the bundle of energy.

"YEEEESSSSS! What kind of weapon?! A gun that shoots swords? A sniper knife? A triple axe? A flying guillotine, that transforms into a mortar? A hang glider grenade launcher? Oh oh, a flame thrower flute!"

Naga, what kind of weapons do these people have?!

"Forgive my sister, she's quite the weapon geek." The older blonde, who apparently was her sister, jumped in.

"Well DUH! Weapons are amazing! They're an extension of ourselves! They're part of us! They're so- hey! Why are you laughing!" The young girl pouted at Robin.

"You sound JUST like an old friend of mine, who wanted to become the hero in the legends, and wielding the most extravagant weapons."

"That's not a bad thing!"

"I never said it was, I'm sure you'll be quite the hero too. And thanks, for offering to build my new weapon Ruby."

The blonde whispered in her sister's ear, but it was quite easy for him to hear. "See, you made a friend already."