A/N: This is a two-shot about Future Past 1 :) Next chapter coming soon; this one is supposed to be short.
Chrom and Robin rushed through the bloody battlefield, dispatching Risen left and right as they rushed towards the metal cage that held the other Cynthia. Noire, Nah and Kjelle from this world were being safely protected by the Shepherds, and two fighters plus their children were tasked with saving Cynthia. They ran up to the cage, only to find a mysterious Dark Mage aiming a Goetia spell at Cynthia through the wall.
'Oh no you don't!' Chrom declared and stabbed the man with Falchion, twisting the blade in mercilessly. The man growled and stumbled back, bleeding heavily but still seeming quite ready to fight. He aimed another Goetia spell, this time at the blue-haired man before him. Chrom rolled under it athletically and his wife Robin sent a Thoron spell over his head, the mage snarling as it caught him in the shoulder. The electricity coursed through his body and singed his robes until the mage was barely standing. Chrom lunged forward with a stab from his holy sword, catching the mage right in the stomach. The man howled in pain, flying backwards and onto the floor as blood sprayed onto Falchion. Judging by the panicked breaths emitted by the man, he had only a few minutes to live before he bled out.
'Come on Robin, let's go get Cynthia!' Chrom barked, sheathing the bloody Falchion and running towards the cage containing the young Pegasus Knight, dismissing the mage entirely. Robin made to follow after him… only something struck her as odd about the man dying before her. She inched forward, examining the dying man writhing on the floor. He didn't LOOK familiar… but there was definitely something there. She straightened up and turned back to locate Chrom. If she hadn't had hesitated… perhaps she would have never figured out the truth. But as she was leaving, she heard a quiet, desperate 'no…' before the man drew his final breath. Robin froze, a chill running up her spine. That sounded awfully familiar. She slowly approached the dead man, fear coursing through her veins with every step she took. It couldn't be... could it? She slowly approached the body, reached down and gently lifted up the helmet covering the mage's face.
She saw a young man, smiling even in death, with royal blue hair. She saw her son.
Robin's anguished scream was heard even above the sounds of warfare.