Summary: Robin was annoyed. No. Actually, she very, extremely pissed, at Xander, Ryoma... in summary, at all of Corrin's siblings. Because what kind of brother or sister forced their loved one to choose one over the other? When it was absolutely obvious that such choice was tearing their precious princess apart? Corrin better be grateful for her interference. Crack!

Warning: Godlike Robin. Also, I have no idea if I will be able to finish this. If my muse wants me to write, I will, but if it never shows interest in this story again, I probably won't. Just a heads up before you read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem.

Oh, and this is not really edited. If you do find mistakes, I would be grateful if you point them out for me.

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Chapter One

"Choose, sister. Hoshido or Nohr?"

Corrin looked to them both, Xander on her left and Ryoma on her right, and hesitated. How could she choose between two families? How could they ask her to choose one and forsake another when she loved them both, dearly? One could not measure love, she did not love one more than the other!

"Oh, what horrible older brothers you are!" trilled a melodic voice.

The three stared. Right next to Corrin was a woman who certainly did not exist just moments before. She was wearing a cloak that covered her completely, and with the cowl on, everything about her was obscured.

Corrin yelped and leapt out of the way.

"Who are you?!" she shrieked.

The cowled figure howled in laughter. "Me? You ask for my name?" She stepped back, and spread out her arms majestically.

"I am Grima! The Fell Dragon- Destroyer of Worlds!" she cackled madly.

Then, as fast as lightning, the woman's hand darted out, grabbed Corrin, and pulled her tightly against her.

"Unhand Corrin this instant, woman!" yelled Ryoma and Xander as one.

She snorted. "Did I just not tell you that I was Grima?" she asked, stressing on her name. "Or do you not know who Grima is?" she asked with a mournful air.

Sighing, the unsettling woman pulled Corrin even closer, and began to stroke her hair.

"Such horrible siblings. Asking their sister to choose between two families," she cooed in Corrin's ear. Xander and Ryoma's face flushed with rage. "I suppose they would not mind, if I... take my cute little Corrin with me now, hmmm?"

"What?!"

Grima maneuvered Corrin to be on eye level with her, and put her hands on top of Corrin's shoulders. "You are mine now, darling," she purred.

Corrin shivered, eyes wide with fear. "Let me go. Let me go!" she began to scream, thrashing wildly.

Off from the distance, Corrin saw her other siblings making way towards her. Takumi was running with his bow in hand, and Hinoka had Sakura with her on her Pegasus as they swooped in. Camilla's wyvern screeched as it lunged, and Leo and Elise's steeds were on full gallop. "Let her go you fowl beast!" screeched Elise.

"Manners, manners," Grima taunted.

"Give me back my sister!"

"Your sister? She's mine!" Hinoka snapped at Elise. "You Nohrians, you take her away from us and have the nerve to-"

"Ha!" snorted Grima as she shook her head side to side.

"So divided, even in the face of a common enemy," she tsked. "Do you think you'll be able to "free" little Corrin from my grasp? I doubt you'll ever be able to defeat me."

Grima hit Corrin on her pressure point, and Corrin fell. "No!" they screamed. She casually readjusted her grasp on Corrin. As the royals tried to lunge for their darling sister, Grima pulled out a dagger and laid the cold steel on Corrin's bare throat. The royals froze.

"You didn't even realize the harm the real enemy would do by fighting amongst yourselves. Let it never be said that humans are wise beings- clever? Maybe. But far from wise."

She eyed the royals speculatively

"Maybe if all five weapons of legends are joined, one might have the strength to defeat me," she declared. "But that will never happen now, will it?" she mused, looking down pointedly on the Yato on Corrin's belt.

The royals all bristled in anger.

Still shaking her head with a mock air, she tipped unconscious Corrin and gathered her up, in a parody of a bridal style hold.

Then, Grima pulled her head back, and Roared.

The ancient sound, old and powerful, froze all of those gathered to the ground. Instincts screamed that this was the predator. And they were nothing, nothing but mere flecks of dust compared to this terrible being.

A portal appeared, and Grima dived in with Corrin still firmly in her grasp.

"No! Corrin!"

AN: I actually agree with Robin's sentiment on this- not that I would express myself in this manner. Poor Corrin...

Thanks for reading!

Posted Date: 4/29/16