Fire Emblem: Awakening of the Warrior Tactician.
Chapter 1: Tis an Awakening!
Not sure what I'm doing writing this, don't know if anyone will even read this to be honest but I felt I needed to at least write something to do with Awakening. Hope that if anyone reads this that they enjoy this.
He had been lying there for who knows how long. He had simply been lying in that same place for as long as he could remember, although now that he thought about it he couldn't remember that far back. All of his memories revolved around lying wherever he was for the past 10 minutes. He hadn't even opened his eyes in that whole time, even with his burning curiosity as to where he was. His mind ran through some possible options of where he was as he lay there, he could've been on a soft fluffy bed. But that couldn't be right because as his fingers roamed about where he lay he felt the soft sensation of dry grass. He could've been currently lying in a field surrounded by lovely women who'd cater to his every need. Once again that couldn't be true because as he kicked his legs about for a bit not making contact with anything, he also briefly noted that he had a long reach meaning that he was at least a tall man. He was a man right? One quick crotch grab later and he had assessed through a professional manner that he was in-fact a man. Did he even have any clothes on? He felt around himself and had come to the conclusion that he was at least wearing some form of garments and from the feel of it, he was wearing a rather long coat that reached all the way to his ankles. He also felt a hood near his head.
His mind went back to the other options that were in his surprisingly imaginative head, he could've been simply relaxing in a calm field after a hard day's work. However the fact that he couldn't even remember if he worked dissected that option. Maybe he was lying on a battlefield, having survived a lethal blow and had been simply left for dead, surrounded by the corpses of his unrecognisable comrades and enemies. But that couldn't be true because… Because…
Now that he thought about it… maybe it was best that he didn't open his eyes. Yes, he much preferred just lying in the grass not being surrounded by dead bodies. Instead he decided to try to remember anything before the grass… He tried to recall the simple stuff first, what was his name? Couldn't remember. Now he wasn't defeated, just because he couldn't recall his name didn't mean he couldn't recall anything else. Now how old was he? Couldn't remember. Not being deterred that easily he tried something else as he lay there. Did he have any family? Couldn't remember. Any friends of any kind? Couldn't remember.
He couldn't remember a god damned thing! But he was surprised at how calm he was, he wasn't even slightly fazed, he concluded that he was frankly a rather bizarre individual. He also decided that he was insane as all he had been doing for the past fifteen minutes was lie in some grass and converse with himself in his head.
Man he was bored just lying there. What could he do to pass the time for… anything to happen? He still refused to open his eyes. Maybe he could test his intelligence? He still remembered the obvious stuff like mathematics, rudimentary sciences, what food was and the etiquette that was expected from anyone whilst eating it, manners, and tactics, sword-fighting and magic and hand to hand combat.
Wait… what were those last three? Did he really just recall the use of tactics, sword-fighting and magic? What the hell did he do before he lost his memories? He remember the theory behind battlefield tactics, he recalled the different types of formations of different amounts of soldiers yet he had no recollection of ever using said tactics in any kind of battle, how… bizarre. His mind went to the sword-fighting, he recalled how to use a great sword, a ridiculously large sword almost as tall as he imagined himself, he remember how to use the sword, how to brutally strong with the sword-type and at the same time, be able to move incredibly fast. Yet he had no memory of ever swinging any type of sword! He also felt a large amount of discomfort about the idea of killing someone with a sword.
And magic! How in the world do you remember how to use magic but to not remember ever actually using the freaking thing! A sigh escaped his mouth. The last one kind of made sense, everyone knew how to throw a punch, but the detail in which he knew how to fight bare-handed disturbed his slightly.
He was right in his earlier conclusion, he was in-fact, frankly a bizarre individual. The man's thoughts wondered as he continued to lay in the field, why hadn't he moved? He could easily get up and walk away and attempt to reacclimatise himself within the forgotten world to him. But he knew the answer why, he was scared, nothing else to it. He was scared of what he would see when he opened his eyes, scared as to what he world was like, all of the possibilities quite frankly frightened him to death, so he continued to lay there, he was such a coward, and he wasn't even sure if he was before the memory loss.
Even though he knew he was scared, he realised that he simply couldn't lie in the field until he died of starvation, it just would not be time well spent in his opinion. Building his resolve, he prepared himself for opening his worried eyes.
He counted to three in his head.
One.
Two.
"Chrom, we have to do something…"
That was a girl's voice, sound somewhere between mid-teen to adult to the man lying in the field.
"What do you propose we do?"
The man felt slightly uncomfortable at the connotations of the words spoken.
"I... I dunno".
The man knew he couldn't hold it off any longer, with a resigned sigh he opened his eyes and was presented with two peering faces, one male and one female. The female looked pretty young, probably 18 or a few years older, she had blonde pig-tailed hair and a few freckles on each cheek. He noticed that her eyes widened considerably as she jumped back from being so close to his face when he opened his eyes. The man's eyes veered to the other man nearby, the man had blue hair and the man noticed a strange mark on the man's shoulder. The man lying down wasn't as sure as to what to do so he simply grinned up to the pair.
"Morning! Well… I assume its morning at least!" The man sheepishly chuckled.
The other man chuckled slightly "I see you're awake now".
"I see that you're right my good man" the lying man replied cheekily.
Before the blue haired man could answer back, a smile on his face, the young girl jumped forward and blocked the lying man's view.
"Hey there!"
"Hey yourself madam!"
The girl giggled as he hopped back from the man's sight.
"There're better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know".
"Really? I quite enjoyed the comfy grass, In-fact I might just take another nap!"
The blue haired man shook his head as he laughed, he reached his hand out towards the lying man "c'mon now, give me your hand".
The man on the grass laughed silently as he accepted the gesture and allowed the other man to lift him to his feet the raising man noticed a strange mark on his hand and his eyes widened, what in the world was that mark? Both of the men were surprised when the lying man landed on his feet as he was a full head taller than the blue haired man. The girl and the man both stared up at the tall man in slightly amazement.
"Oh wow! You're so tall!"
The tall man chuckled as rubbed his head, taking note of the fact that his hair was swept back and reached all the way down to his shoulders, he also noticed a bang of stark white hair falling down his face and whistled in his head.
"You alright?"
The tall man stared back at the shorter man and his eyes widened as multiple images flashed through his mind.
Blades, fighting, hooded figure, blue haired man combating the figure, my hand stretching out as lighting flew from it, striking the hooded man. Blue haired man jumps back to avoid lethal strike from hooded figure, I run forward and swing a great sword from over my shoulder, the hooded figure vanishes and appears a few feet away, blade strikes ground and creates a small crater. Battle continues until battle is won. I'm knocked onto my back as the enemy finally dies. Blue haired man comes over, words are spoken, I can't make them out and suddenly pain strikes me as I look down and see my hand covered in the blood of the blue haired man, the man looks on in shock as he falls to the ground, I rush over and cover the wound, I don't understand, panic flows through my veins as I actually manage to hear the man's last words.
"Not… you're… fault…"
The tall man takes an involuntary step back as the memory attacked him, he had no idea what any of it meant.
The blue haired man looked worried as he placed his hand on the taller man's shoulder.
"I… I'm fi- fine Chrom".
"Ah, then you know who I am?"
"Nope! Should I? You're name just sort of… came to me".
"That's err… strange I suppose. Tell me, what's your name? What brings you here?"
The tall man scratched his head nervously.
"Sorry to say Chrom but I ain't got a clue for either of those questions".
"You mean you don't remember your own name?"
"Hit the nail on the head!"
The girl once again jumped in between the pair as she looked between the two, a pondering look on her face.
"I've heard of this… I think it's called… Amnesia!"
"It's called a load of Pegasus dung. We're to believe you remember milords' name, but not your own?"
The tall man leapt into the air as he turned around in surprise to see a hulking man standing nearby, a stallion stood beside him, the tall man noticed that he was still taller than this man, from his guess he was about half-a-head taller than him.
"Where the hell did you come from!?"
"I was here all along."
"Oh okay… But what I am saying is true, I haven't a clue who I am or why I am here!"
Chrom interrupted the knight's response as he placed a placating hand on the armoured fellows shoulder. "...What if it IS true, Frederick? We can't just leave him here, alone and confused. What sort of Shepherds would we be then?"
Frederick faltered slightly as he stared back and forth between the two men. Finally a sigh escaped his lips as he relented. "Just the same, milord. I must emphasize caution. 'Twould not do to let a wolf into our flock". Chrom smiled at the bulking man as he turned his gaze towards the tall man.
"Right then—we'll take him back to town and sort this out there."
The tall man jumped back as he held up his hands in a surrendering poise.
"Now hold on a sec there Blue! I ain't no prisoner!"
The young girl giggled at Chrom's nick-name, Frederick looked agitated and Chrom himself looked slightly annoyed, but the taller man could see a small smirk on his lips.
"Peace, friend—I promise we'll hear all you have to say back in town. You're no prisoner, now come on!"
"I err… damn-it… fine, I'll come with your, not like I have any other plans or at least I don't think I do." The girl laughed at the white-haired man's attempt a joke.
The group walked down a path for a while, the tall nameless man in the middle so he couldn't try to escape, even though Chrom himself said that he wasn't a prisoner, the way that they were spread around him screamed a "three-man-cage-formation" a simple formation meant to box in someone who needed protecting or for someone who was a prisoner. The man ignored the fact that his mind was whirling with at least 50 different strategies that he could've enacted to escape easily, he still wasn't used to the onslaught of incredibly detailed thoughts running through his mind.
They walked for a few minutes longer, the nameless mas whistling a nameless tune appropriately just to annoy his captors. This continued until Frederick could no longer take it and calmly exploded.
"I would appreciate it if you'd cease and desist with the tune".
"I'll think about it Fred!"
Frederick bristled aggressively as he calmed himself from striking the moron in the middle. However the white-haired man relented and stopped whistling, but it didn't take long for him to ask questions.
"So as your prisoner, what's gonna' happen to me?"
Chrom turned his head slightly to see over his shoulder "Hah! You'll be free to go once we establish that you're no enemy of Ylisse."
The captured man snorted in disbelief, before an inquisitive look crossed his face.
"Yisse? The hells that?" Is it where we are?"
Frederick chortled at that comment. "You've never heard of the halidom? Ha! Someone pay this actor. He plays quite the fool! The furrowed brow is especially convincing…"
"Hey I've remembered something!"
The girl who the man learned was named Lissa turned to her side and smiled kindly. "Really? What?"
"This!" And the man continued by turning around mid-step and raising his middle finger towards the hulking knight behind him.
A gasp could be heard from Chrom and Lissa as they stared, bug-eyed at the tall man's bravado… or stupidity, only time would tell.
"Y-you dare!?"
The tall man smirked cruelly.
"Of course I dare! Otherwise I wouldn't be doing the blasted thing!"
Frederick practically growled as he released the reigns of his stallion momentarily as he stomped over to the amnesiac, he raised his armour fist to strike the man. Suddenly the white-haired man's eyes flashed as hand-to-hand combat once again flew through his mind. He was prepared for this! Waiting until the strike was just inches away from his face, he ducked underneath the strike and brought his bare fist into the Knight's chest-plate. Everyone expected the ducking man to have cried out in pain and hold his bruised hand, instead of that happening though, everyone was shocked to see Frederick stumble back from the punch and let out a rather forced wheeze.
"Ha! News flash Fred! Don't presume an amnesiac doesn't know how to fight! Wait, that sentence made no sense whatsoever!"
Before anything could escalate any further, Chrom smacked the white-haired man on the back of his head.
"Both of you control yourselves! Frederick, do not rise to his insults and you! Stop with the insults!" the man commanded of the other men. For some reason the tall man felt complied to nod along with Frederick.
Chrom sighed as he continued to lead the group down the road.
"For your information. This land is known as the Halidom of Ylisse. Our ruler, Emmeryn, is called the exalt. I suppose proper introductions are in order... My name is Chrom—but then, you already knew that. The delicate one here is my little sister, Lissa, as she already told you."
The man heard Lissa huff in annoyance as she replied angrily.
"I am not delicate! …Hmph! Ignore my brother, please. He can be a bit thick sometimes. But you're lucky the Shepherds found you. Brigands would've been a rude awakening!"
"Shepherds? Maybe I'm better off not remembering my past if it's so dangerous these days that you need to herd sheep with full armour!"
Lissa giggled at that comment.
"No silly! We don't herd sheep, we fight evil and protect the good!"
"Ah I get it! The name Shepherds! Is simply a metaphor for you guys herding the public to safety! How clever!"
"You're easily excitable aren't you?" Lissa quipped.
"No idea! You know me as much as I know me!"
Chrom called over his shoulder.
"It's also a very dangerous occupation, just ask Frederick the wary over there!"
"A title I shall wear with pride. Gods forbid one of us keeps an appropriate level of caution. I have every wish to trust you, stranger, but my station mandates otherwise. Although I am surprised to say that you do punch incredibly hard, I am impressed".
"Err… thanks I guess? Oh I actually remembered something this time!"
"What?" Chrom asked.
"My name! I remember my name! It's Robin! My names Robin. YES!" The now named Robin leaped into the air happily as he finally was able to the question bugging him the most. Robin's infectious happiness was able to place smiles onto Lissa's and Chrom's face as they stared at him, as he continued to prance in circles at knowing his name finally.
"Robin eh? Is that foreign? …Ah, well. We can discuss it later. We're almost to town. Once we—"
Lissa interrupted the rest of his sentence as she pointed at the nearby burning village.
"Chrom! Look the town!"
"Damn it! The town is ablaze! Those blasted brigands, no doubt... Frederick, Lissa! Quickly!"
Robin felt a firm, armoured hand clasp his shoulder as Frederick came forward. "What about him?"
Chrom didn't even turn around as he kept striding forward. "Unless he's on fire too, he can wait!"
"Aptly put milord".
"Let's go already!" Lissa exclaimed and all three Shepherds ran off towards the village.
Robin stood In place for a few moments as his mind work a mile a minute on what he should do right now. He debated just leaving and let his captors deal with the fire but he knew that his conscience would not let him get away with that. So it is with a heavy sigh that Robin jogged forward intending to catch up with his captors. It took Robin a few minutes to reach the village, he had come across a few injured villagers in his short trip and he had helped them the best he could. Finally making it towards the centre of town, he saw Chrom and Frederick engaged in combat with two bandits each however any worry was unneeded for the pair as they seemed to be easily holding the bandits off. Although it was a whole other story when it came to the yellow-dress wearing girl; Lissa as she was unaware of the large, brutish bandit creeping up towards her. Robin frowned as he crouched low and snuck behind the bandit.
A few moments later, Chrom and Frederick had defeated their enemies and were now glaring fiercely at the bandit leader holding Lissa at axe-point.
"HA! The mighty Garrick always has a plan fools! Now drop your weapons and gold and maybe I'll let the little lady live!"
Chrom eyes blazed with fury as he saw his sister being held hostage, he had to restrain himself from charging forward and endangering his sister.
The worry for his sister was unneeded as soon after Lissa was held hostage Robin had snuck up behind the bandit and dragged him away from the girl. As soon as she was free Lissa ran straight to Chrom, tears leaking from her eyes as she crashed into him, hugging his body.
"How dare you!" Garrick the leader shouted as he swung his barbarian axe at Robin. Robin for his part simply dodged and weaved through and from the bandit's wild attacks.
"Quit jumping about!"
Robin obliged with the brutish man's demand as he ducked under another swing of Garrick's axe and before Garrick could once again swing his axe, Robin surged forward and brought his fist into the savages stomach, it was safe to say that Robin himself was surprised that when his fist impacted with Garrick, he didn't expect the man to keel over his fist and collapse to the floor, unconscious. Everyone stood, stunned at Robin's physical strength, however the silence was broken when the tell-tale sound of an arrow being notched in a bow was heard. Robin turned around to see a savage archer, on-top of one of the un-burned buildings and without thinking, Robin threw his hand forward and was blown back when a decently-sized fire-ball flew from his hand and hit the archer, blowing the man off the roof and into the lake.
Robin stared at his hand for a few moments before he heard hasty footsteps getting closer, he was surprised to see Lissa standing nearby, a shining smile on her face.
"Lucky for the town, we were close by. But holy wow, Robin! You were incredible! Fist-fighting, and sorcery! Is there anything you can't do?"
Chrom came over and placed his hand on Robin's shoulder a warm smile on his face.
"Thank-you so much for saving Lissa! You're certainly no helpless victim that much is for sure."
"Indeed, I must thank-you as well for the rescue of milady. Perhaps you might even be capable of an explanation for how you came here?"
Robin looked at Frederick and smirked cheekily. "Well obviously I walked here! You do remember the last 20 minutes right? I mean c'mon, I'm not your prisoner am I? I could've just walked away!"
Frederick grumbled as Chrom chuckled and Lissa giggled.
Chrom stepped forward as he extended his hand outward, a smile on his face.
"You speak the truth Robin, I'm glad you decided to help us out and you fought to save Ylissean lives. My heart says that's enough." Robin blinked a few times in surprise as he reached his own hand out and clasped Chrom's, he could safely say that he wasn't expecting such kindness.
"And your mind, milord? Will you now heed its council as well?"
"Frederick, the Shepherds could use someone with Robin's talents. We've brigands and unruly neighbours, all looking to bloody our soil. Would you really have us lose such an able warrior and mage? Besides, I believe his story, odd as it might be."
"For real? Even I wouldn't believe my story!" Robin exclaimed as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Chrom laughed.
"So what do you think Robin? Will you join us?"
Robin looked back and forth between the three people near him.
Sighing he looked into Chrom's eyes.
"It sounds like I ain't got much of a choice eh? Alright I'm in Blue."
Lissa laughed as she pointed at her older brother as he grumbled under his breath at his nick-name.
The happy mood continued for a few moments until Frederick decided to metaphorically smash the happy attitude into pieces.
"Did you notice, milord? The brigands spoke with a Plegian accent."
"The hells a Plegian? Some kind of bird?"
Chrom sighed in annoyance.
"Plegia is Ylisse's westerly neighbour. They send small bands into our territory, hoping to instigate a war."
"And it's the poor townsfolk who suffer! Totally innocent, and totally helpless..."
"It's okay milady, that's why we are here, to protect the innocent, but now that we have saved the village, I think it'd be best if we carried onwards to the capital at haste, we must inform the Exalt of this".
Chrom nodded "you make a good point Frederick, are you ready Robin? The capital's not that far".
Lissa gasped. "Wait, what?! We're not staying?! But, Frederick, it's nearly dark!"
"When night falls, we'll camp. Eat off the land, make our bed of twigs and the like... I believe you mentioned you would be "getting used to this"?"
"Frederick? Sometimes I hate you."
"Alright, both of you calm down, now c'mon, I want to at least be halfway to the capital before night-fall!"
Robin shook his head, he wasn't sure if this was a good idea to join the Shepherds, but in all honestly what other choice did he have? He had no memories of knowing anyone else or doing anything else. He sighed as he began to walk with the other Shepherds, a group that he was now a part of. He put his hands into his purple coats pockets and was surprised when he felt a book in his left pocket. Lifting the book out he realised that it was a spell book, he flipped through the pages as they walked his interest in magic growing every growing second at all of the powerful spells now at his disposal. He placed the grimoire back into his pocket for now. Robin yawned as he stretched his arms upwards and looked onwards, down the path they were walking. A small grin spread across his face.
"Hey guys! Are we there yet!?"
A collective groan escaped the rest of his group as they realised what he was about to keep doing.
CHAPTER END
So yea… no clue as to why I decided to write this thing, it probably won't even be continued from this point, too many other stories that I am invested in. Maybe after I've finished my other main stories I can do this one.