AN: Hello, Thank-you for giving Dual Reawakening an opportunity! I hope you enjoy it. A few disclaimers. One being, I don't own anything like the FE Series, or it's characters. I do own mine though. Which leads to my next disclaimer. This is a SI/OC story. Or more accurately OC Isekai. I hope that doesn't deter you from liking it. In regards to my editing. I put lots of time into it. I absolutely detest simple writing mistakes. That being said, I'm human and only one at that. I'll definitely miss some. Some that are perhaps painfully obvious even. It's tough to edit one's own work. You tend to miss more than if you were editing someone else's work.
Pairings are unknown. Other than SumiaxChrom. What can I say, I'm a sucker for canon(or perceived canon in this case). Don't bother telling me I'm trash due to it, my friends already got that front covered.
On another note, I've been writing for a few years, but never truly excelled at it. This is an opportunity for me to improve, this is my intention with writing Dual Reawakening. So, citicism is welcomed.
Also, I haven't played a FE game since SoV came out. A week after it did to be precise. My information may just be wrong, I'll fix that as I go along. Will be playing FE:A again just to freshen my memory.
The sound of shuffling bodies and rising murmurs slowly woke me from my nap. Groggily opening my eyes and rubbing the sleep from them brought me back to the world of reality. I was in class, napping in it, to be precise.
My head swayed from side to side, observing the classroom, rows of tables and swivel chairs. With plenty of students doing their very best to escape via one of the two doors in the room.
"Don't forget the assignment, it's due today at midnight, no late admissions," the professor said, probably out of obligation more than actual concern, if the montone in his voice was anything to go by.
It didn't help that he looked extremely tired, physically and mentally. I sympathized with him, if only for the fact I didn't get a wick of sleep myself. Stretching the stiffness out of my joints, I quickly grabbed my bag and made my way out of the classroom.
The halls were crowded with colourful people and vibrant personalities. In comparison, I'd probably be a gray. It was true what people said about university. You meet all sorts of individuals there.
I nimbly made my way through the waves of people and left by the nearest exit. The first thing I noticed was the chilled weather, my face was pricked by the winter bite. I fetched my scarf from my bag and commenced to wrap it around my neck, hesitating only to watch my frosted breath escape my mouth and dissipate into nothingness after a lingering second.
I huddled among fellow students as we waited for the public buses to arrive. With very little to do in the meantime, I let my mind wander. I had the assignment due, haven't started though. That was probably going to take up the rest of my day.
I had groceries to do too, and I was almost completely certain I had to call the landlord about the leaking vent. Less I allowed it to continue leaking. The bus arrived shortly after, stealing me from my thoughts.
I flashed my bus pass, and sat at the nearest available seat. The bus felt musty, as the air was thick, and generally off putting. But looking at things optimistically, meant I only had to endure the gross air for 7 stops.
7 stops later, I was quickly left at the side of the road. It's funny how the absence of something makes one crave for it more. The air was especially crisp and refreshing, and a pleasant change to the odd smell in the bus.
It did wonders in waking me up completely, yawning was nothing more than a distant memory. The bus left me a few blocks from my house. But that was due mostly to my laziness as I didn't bother transferring buses. The additional minutes walking was a fine substitute, especially with how fresh the air felt.
It also acted as a nice break, before hunkering down and devoting my afternoon, evening and night to that 15% assignment.
With that in mind, I decided to enjoy the remainder of my walk, observing the different houses and cars lined up in their respective parking lots. It wasn't long before my sight seeing focused on a few kids, boldly walking in the middle of the road.
It reminded me of my youth, and the bittersweet memories it entailed. Before even realizing it, my face was etched into a sadden smile, one where my eyes didn't reach. I shrugged the feeling aside and purposely ignored the children.
They're bickering was the only noise in the otherwise quiet neighbourhood. And despite their arguing, undertones of happiness and youthful eagerness were in abundance. It ached my heart, painfully endearing, painfully similar.
I shook my head and hastened my pace, what a horrible time to start feeling this way. I had an assignment to work on, the last thing I needed was to recall my past. And as melodramatic as it sounded, it seriously, was not the time to be thinking about it.
My attention was snapped to the road, as a car hastily rounded the corner. The sound of tires screeching against the asphalt startled me into freezing in place. The smell of rubber would quickly follow. I was appalled at such blatantly reckless driving. It was incredibly dang-
The kids! I snapped my head back to the children, who seemed just as petrified as I was. The car shredded down the road with ignorance of those present on it. I was relieved as I watched the kids scurry towards the sidewalk.
Only for said relief to quickly shift into unabated horror. One of those kids was still glued to the road, frozen like some statue. His eyes were like saucers, and he quivered in fear. Why he seemed so frightened was hardly something I felt compelled on questioning.
What I did feel like questioning was why in the hell was the car still driving at 50 plus kilometers an hour! The kid was in the middle of the damn road!
I made a quick split second decision, dropping my bag and dashing towards the child. Stupid in hindsight, I know, but the scene was just so very painfully familiar.
I just couldn't watch something happen, and think back on it with 'what ifs' and 'if onlys'. My heart was beating hard and fast, as if it was trying to burst from my chest. I covered the short distance with a pace even I could be proud of. Despite that, the car was seconds from impact.
I lunged forward, fully extending my body as I placed my hands on the child's waist and shoulder. With my momentum I propelled him to the side. I didn't see if he landed safely, I for one, didn't even see how I landed at all.
"Robin! Robin are you still with us!?" A masculine voice shouted over the whipping winds.
Said masculine voice stood over a woman in a coat, his cape flapping against the gales. A shield covered his face, allowing at the very least for his azure coloured hair to remain decent.
Granted given the situation, decent hair was perhaps the last of the person's worries. After all, he was on top of a dragon, fighting to the death against a god, with the very fate of the world hanging in the balance.
Not to mention his future daughters, as well as his friends, and their future children were assisting with defeating said god dragon. In all actuality, he probably held his shield up to prevent any arrow fire from attacking him or his defenseless partner. Beside him, a small petite blonde girl in what could only be described as a battle skirt was hunched over the fallen woman, with a long metallic staff in hand.
"Lissa, How is she?" The man asked.
The girl, Lissa scrunched her face into deep concentration as she channeled mana into her staff. Slowly the fallen woman was enveloped in a faded greenish light. It outlined her features, but glowed brightly where any wounds and blood stains were present.
The woman shuffled uncomfortably, a hot pain pulsing from her side. Her face winced, before slowly softening as a new sensation poured into her body and cleansed her from her agony.
"Chrom, she should be better now," Lissa responded after a momentary dizzy spell.
"Thank you," Chrom responded, before turning to the woman, "You better not think of sleeping on the job again,"
The woman snapped upright, ignoring the stiffness in her muscles and turned to face the blue haired royal.
"That was an unforeseeable accident. It could have been anyone!" She shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her comrade and friend.
"You seem better now, Robin."
"I… uh, what happened?"
The response was delayed as Chrom quickly turned to parry an attack from would be assailants. Grimleal serving the dragon god Grima. He deflected a strike before hastily dispatching the closest enemy, then using his momentum he lunged into the second's guard, startling the hero. He bashed the Fire Emblem against his opponent's head, disorientating them before slashing diagonally against their person.
The third took the opportunity to attack the distracted Chrom only to be singed by magical flames.
"Thanks,"
"What's the status?" Robin asked, closing her tome as she made her way to stand by the Exalt.
"Naga just finished telling us of Grima's endless supply of reinforcements," Chrom explained, turning in time to block an incoming attack. "You were then hit by a general's spear, I couldn't reach you in time. I'm sor-"
"Please Chrom, don't worry. When this is over, I'll make sure to give you flak for not covering me," the tactician interrupted, channeling mana into her Arcfire tome, and hastily burning away her friend's opponent.
"So, how is the backline faring?" She asked.
"Protected, but Naga's warning should be heeded, we won't last long like this."
Robin's brows furrowed as she scanned the scene. If it were any other situation, the setting would have surely left her starstruck. The dimming sun painted the sky in an orange hue. The clouds had dark purple outlines and the night sky shone brightly with scattering stars as a backdrop.
However, what she saw before her was more than a pretty sky, on top of the dragon's scales, was an abundance of Grimleal soldiers, elite fighters trained by Plegia's best, and most likely by the Deadlords themselves.
Robin's strategy was fairly simple. The backline consisted of range attackers who would dish out strong magical spells, with a few of the sturdier shepherds to soak up enemy assaults, in other words protect and peel for her spell casters. The vanguard consisted of an elite team of shepherds. With the intention of spearing through the enemies and attack Grima directly, at the head of the dragon.
An overly ambitious gambit done in desperate measures. The most effective way to deal with the enemy was to blitz them. Especially with the looming threat of countless enemies appearing overtop the sigils established all over the dragon's body.
The vanguard continued their push, slicing through the enemy with ruthless efficiency. Any injuries were quickly healed up by Libra and Lissa. Although incredibly draining and tiring, the group of shepherds did manage to push all the way towards the end, Where Grima stood surrounded by a line of generals and berserkers.
"To think you'd oppose me even now. I'm appalled," Grima said, her voice distorted with demonic undertones.
"Silence Grima, this ends now!" Chrom shouted.
"That, is something I can agree with Nagaborn."
In that very moment, before anything could be processed further, the dragon's long arching neck swerved up, twisting to face it's own back. With unnatural poise, the head leaned forward before shrieking loudly enough to rupture eardrums.
Robin clenched the side of her head, ignoring the warm wetness the touch brought. It seemed she wasn't the only one feeling disorientated, Chrom looked equally parts confused and dizzy.
Only Lucina's muffled shouts snapped their attention forward. Although the bark was devastatingly painful, the bite looked to be far more so. Black vorpal spikes emerged from the dragon's scales at a rapid pace. The trail of spikes led towards the pair. Given how Chrom was forward between the two, it meant he would take the full brunt of the attack.
Losing their Exalt, father and friend would have be devastating, morally crippling and would completely shift the momentum of the battle. Robin thought herself a decent chess player, even if Virion always had the upper hand. It usually was due to her unwillingness to trade pieces.
Now, however, she thought it an acceptable time to do so. Anything to prevent checkmate.
After what happened, waking up was certainly not what I expected to happen next. The impact was chilling, instant but agonizing all the same. No matter how I looked at things. I should have been dead. Yet, what I saw before me was certainly not what I'd assume purgatory, heaven or the afterlife to look like.
In fact, it was just a bunch of trees, with sunlight peeking through the treetops, sprinkling down it's warmth.
Which raised all sorts of alarm bells because I recalled it being quite cool, and certainly winter, if not, fall at the very least. Also, I was in the city, where trees were scarce, and the buildings in abundance. It was painfully clear I was in a forest of some sorts.
I started to instinctively scan my surroundings. Actually, it was followed by an odd feeling. My body moved almost on its own. My head turned from side to side, then, a hand went up to sides, feeling my ribs before making it's way down to my waist. It felt like I was being controlled. Which brought a sickening feeling to my stomach. Maybe I was dead, and this was some twisted form of dealing with sinners?
Granted, I haven't sinned in a while, let alone do anything that would render such abstract torture. But at the same time, my body felt different, as if something was flowing through my veins beyond the simple blood and plasma. It felt heavy, yet made my body feel light. It was a foreign feeling that put me on edge.
My body started to spin on its heels, as if surveying the area in significant depth. A hand went to my chin, which was far smaller than it had any right being. After a few more minutes, my body finally stopped at something, or more precisely someone. Laying on the grass floor, was an unconscious boy, dark brown hair, wearing jeans and a winter jac-
Holy shit, that was me! That was my body, what the hell was my body doing there?
Peculiar, where did he appear from?
What was that? Who said that? Why did it sound like a woman? I thought I could retain a semblance of sanity, but it seemed that was long since abandoned.
Plegian? No, too thick, perhaps Feroxi then.
Wow wait, I was not fat, thank-you very much, and besides it was the jacket, the jacket made me look bigger than I really was. On another note, what were those things she said? Names of something? Places? Tools or objects? Whatever the case, It was about time I started trying to gain a hand in understanding what was happening.
My body? Her body was looking at mine. That was apparent. However, it didn't answer my most staggering question: why was I in her head, seeing, feeling, smelling and hearing things as if it were my own body?
...Are we sharing?
No please, I enjoy a supernatural story as much as the other guy, but this was real life, grounded in realism...
Then again, I died, or thought I did, and somehow teleported here. Here being who knows where.
All of this was confusing. So, for simplicity's sake, and my sanity's. I was going to assume a few things. First, I was currently stuck in someone's head. Second, my body was mindless, or without a soul. Three, What I was hearing were the woman's thoughts. Fourth, If something put me in her head, something can take me out.
With those ground rules established, I calmed down a bit. In the meantime though, it seemed the woman decided to inspect my jacket more closely, stripping it off me. Normally, I wouldn't mind letting someone use or see my jacket, but given how my body was unconscious, and probably in some sort of coma. I could only hope she didn't decide to rob me, kill me, or leave me here.
Well, whatever the case, I can't just leave him here. Southtown wasn't far from here.
Southtown? Sounds like some cheap excuse of a name. Someone was slacking during that particular meeting. But besides the point. She sat down beside my body. And I felt her brows furrowed in what I could only imagine was deep concentration.
That was another thing. It seemed I retained the five senses, with the rule being, I sensed what she sensed. Not what my body sensed. In other words, her movements and sight where things I experienced as well.
It was a grand leap of logic, but one I felt safe in doing. After all, I was feeling new sensations I never had before, like my veins, they felt heavy. Yet, my body felt light, toned and nimble. It was the first thing I noticed. My stomach also felt full, but not in the same regard someone felt after eating. It was different. Like something was bubbling at the pit of my stomach, building up, storing away. Like raw energy. If raw energy had a tangible feeling, that is.
It seemed that even though I could hear her thoughts, I couldn't hear all of them. Otherwise she'd be talking nonstop. I seriously doubt anyone could go even a minute without ever thinking a single thing, let alone long pauses. That just didn't feel natural.
So, it led to one of two conclusions.
One: She was actually talking outloud, and I can't hear her thoughts.
Two: She gave me access to some of her thoughts, if only accidentally.
It was something I could test out easy enough, I simply had to wait for her to speak again, telepathically or otherwise. She remained seated by my body for a few more minutes before a sudden foreign feeling of uneasiness washed over me.
I had no need to feel uneasy, beyond obvious reasons. But none at the current moment. Why did I experience that? She didn't make a move at killing me at any point, so I can't imagine my instincts would scream at me now.
No, perhaps it was her? Maybe she was feeling uneasy? As a result, I experienced it too? Maybe, but at the same time, my mind was finally calming down. As such, it allowed me to see my situation for what it was. Complete ludicrous.
Perhaps now, I realized the perpetual uneasiness my dilemma entailed. After all, who gets teleported to a new place, in another person's body to boot? It's crazy just thinking about it.
Should I wake him?
I snapped to attention. It didn't feel like her lips moved. In that case, I could assume that she thought that. But then it led to the next question: Why could I hear some of her thoughts? Was it because she restricted my ability to hear, or was I subconsciously doing it myself? Like a key used to unlock a door.
Whatever the case, could I possibly communicate with her? Could I relay a message? I would really enjoy our communication to go beyond one way. It would save me plenty of time in figuring out just what in the hell was going on.
Robin was experiencing a bad day. That was apparent the moment she used Pass and took Grima's draconic breath on her Exalt's behalf. She would never forget the excruciating pain that followed. Just the thought made her feel for the holes her body once had.
The fact that said holes were gone was another thing. She dealt with this before. Time travel. But for it to be so precise, so exact and instantaneously after what was a mortal wound was something she simply couldn't wrap her head around.
The ritual for time travel was intricate. And apparently very demanding. If her doppelganger's claim was in fact true. Then it meant whoever sent her back, most likely crippled themselves in doing so.
Who wasn't the question. It clearly had to have been Naga, as Grima didn't seem like the type to hinder his own plans for dramatic flair.
The question was, why? Robin thought about it objectively, her death didn't really mean much in regards to executing her plan. And even if she died, Chrom could still defeat the fell god. Albeit, he wouldn't destroy it. It wasn't like her plan required any additional adjustments. They reached the end, all they could do was fight and pray.
Yet, here she was, sent back in time for a third try at saving the world. At least, she assumed so. After scanning the area, all she could really make out was that she was in a Ylissan forest. It was summer too.
She could tell, she only had 3 years of memory to work with, as such she was quite confident in recalling a lot of minuscule details.
Speaking of minuscule details. There was a man laying on the ground. At first Robin thought he was dead, but his chest raised and fell, which was enough indication of him being alive. She inspected him closely, focusing on his apparel.
It looked thick, way too thick for him to be from Plegia. He did look Ylissan, but his coat seemed suited for the cooler climates, it made her believe he was probably Feroxi. She took the coat from his person, and examined it more thoroughly. It definitely was created with the purpose of retaining heat.
Robin believed that the man was probably in a similar situation as hers. The probability of her waking up in the middle of the forest with another person seemed highly unlikely no matter how she looked at it. She sat down beside the man and pondered the possibilities. If he was in fact a fellow time traveller. Then why was he sent here? Who was he? Did Naga send him, or was it Grima?
The thought disappeared as quickly as it entered. He was unarmed, looked physically frail without the jacket and didn't really seem foreboding. Besides, even if he was powerful, she was confident in her skills to incapacitate him if the need arose.
She surveyed the area again, seeing trees in all directions. She wouldn't say she was particularly fond of the forests of Ylisse. But this one was quite nostalgic. Or, as nostalgic things can get for an amnesiac. It was the very first forest she ever went to as a part of the shepherds.
It meant that Southtown was nearby, an hour or two away. An easy march, considering the ones she's had to do before. However, she didn't want to leave the unconscious man here. She also did not want to carry him there. She could try waking him. But remained hesitate in doing so. What if he was injured, ill even? She didn't want to aggravate anything further. She never did bother picking up any healing magic, nor was she adept at deciphering whether someone had internal injuries.
Perhaps the best course of action would be to go to Southtown, seek help then come back for him. Granted, it meant leaving him defenseless. Or, if she went to Southtown, and Chrom was fighting bandits like last time, she was worried she may get swept by the pace of rejoining and forget going back to rescue the man at all.
No! No, don't forget me, I need your help!
Robin stiffened. The voice was foreign, but the feeling wasn't. It was just like the time Validar infiltrated her mind on Carrion Isle.