A/N: Okay, there's a lot to explain about this story. I should begin with the fact that this is going to be a multi-chapter story. Next, there are two avatars, Robin and Raven. I wanted them to be different than the regular avatar in the game. I know that there are other stories with twins or siblings, but I have not read any of them. So if this story has parallels to those, I apologize. Also, the two siblings will not have a specific pairing mentioned. You'll have to stick around to find out who will be with them. I'd also like to thank Bartholomew Kamiro for being my beta for this story! He taught me so much about action scenes and grammar! Without his help, I don't think I would have the courage of publishing this. So, thank you BK! =3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Fire Emblem Awakening.


Darkness hung over the female's eyes, misting her vision as she glanced back and forth at her surroundings. A purple flame in the middle of the room served as the only light. Behind the flame sat a wide, stone throne sculpted with an animal with wings, like a dragon. Pillars lined the room, supporting the ceiling's weight as they went on for what seemed to be miles. The floor was covered in a myriad of colors, all swirled together around the throne. Her mind felt as though it was swimming about, unsure if there was something she was supposed to remember. The question she should've asked herself was "where on earth am I?" Yet when she went to speak, no noise came from her pale lips.

As she stepped forward, a figure appeared in her line of sight from the fire. Narrowing her eyes, she squinted, nearing the person who stood before her. The person was exactly the same height as her. They were similar to her physically except for the blood red eyes that stared at her emptily. She tried to reach out to the familiar woman, a disturbing laugh, dark and insensitive rang through the air. Then, in a vivid smoke struck between them. When it cleared, the woman was gone. She was all alone.

"Chrom, we have to do something." A girl's voice rang, causing the brunette to groggily awaken.

"What do you propose we do?" This time it was a male who talked, though she couldn't determine if he was referring to her.

The girl answered with a confused stutter. "I...I dunno." It was then that her big blue eyes opened, bleary at first, and then focused on the two figures before her. One was a tall blunette with short hair and well-toned muscles. The other person was a shorter girl, probably in her teens, who had long blonde tresses in pigtails. Both were dressed in bits of armor, confusing her thoroughly.

She glanced up at the two siblings, blue eyes in a daze. It was difficult for her to process who was in front of her and what they were trying to say as they communicated with her.

The two each took a huge intake of breath, bending down further to stare at her more closely. "I see you're awake now," the handsome male said in a strong voice. She could not recognize him no matter how hard she tried. It was like she had never seen another human before.

"Hey there," the girl greeted, causing the her to hazily stare at her now. The blonde then gave a nervous laugh at the silence from the girl lying in the grass. Apparently, an amnesiac could not be amused easily.

"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know," the man informed, a nod from his sister following suite. "Give me your hand." He extended a gloved hand to her, in which she held hers out too. The peculiar pattern on the back of her hand distracted her for a second, making her furrow her brows in bewilderment.

The man took her hand, a tingling feeling rising in her chest as she was lifted off her lying state. Another man, taller and covered in a light azure armor took note of her dizzy figure almost tumbling against his lord.

"Thank you, Chrom," she whispered, clutching her throbbing forehead. She looked up to the shocked faces of the three strangers, and stuttered. "What? Did I say something wrong?" The more their eyes were upon her, the more anxious she got.

"How do you know milord's name?" the protective man questioned, standing in front of the siblings in a guard-like stance. "How do you know of him?" he repeated, this time more stern.

She blinked, unsure of what to say or do. "I-I don't know any of you… I apologize, but I've never seen your faces before."

The lord pushed gently past the knight and held out his hand for her to shake. "Well, since you somehow already know my name, might I know yours?" The girl paused at his question. What was her name? She couldn't remember anything besides the vision before these folks found her.

"I…I have no idea…" she answered. Chrom let his hand fall to his waist and rest upon the pommel of his sword.

The girl gasped. "I've heard of this! This is called amnesia! We have to help her, Chrom." She went to walk to the amnesiac, but tumbled into the grass around them. "What the…?"

Lying in the plain along with the strange girl was a man with short hair. He wore a similar cloak as hers, slightly wrinkled from lying on the gound. His eyes opened to reveal a chocolate hue, staring at the female who had fallen atop of him. He sat up, leaning on his arms for support as Lissa was sprawled out on his lap. "Who are you? Where am I?" he asked in a choked voice, glancing about with a puzzled expression.

"I'd like to know the same," the other girl mumbled before turning to catch the new person's gaze. They stared at each other, recognizing the other almost instantly. "Robin!" she called out. She did recall her older brother, even if she didn't remember anything else.

"Raven? What are we doing here?" He focused his stare on the others. "I expect some answers now." It seemed that he too suffered from amnesia and only remembered Raven.

Lissa got up from his lap with the help of the knight. "Thank you, Frederick. Well, you're in Ylisse. Haven't you ever heard of it?"

The two glanced at them with faces glowering at the girl. Of course they had never heard of it. They couldn't even remember their own name by themselves, nor knew anyone but their sibling. "No," Raven answered bluntly.

Frederick stepped forth in a protective manner in front of Chrom and Lissa, shielding them from view. "It seems a bit convenient for Raven to know my lord's name, yet you both feign amnesia on the land you are currently in."

"But it's the truth," Raven interjected as she helped Robin stand. She only made it to Frederick's chest, proving that she was physically tiny compared to the intimidating man. Her long bangs cascaded into her eyes, making her growl and flick them away. Frederick smirked. If she was trying to be scary, it wasn't making any impact on him. Robin felt a wave of anger rush through him at how his sister was being treated by Frederick.

"Still, Frederick, we just can't leave them here, alone and without memory." Chrom jumped in, convincing his knight to be more lenient on the siblings.

Frederick crossed his arms, straightening his form. "I am only persuading you to take caution. I fear that my premonition is correct, milord. Speaking of which, Robin sure has an elaborate taste in swords."

Chrom extended his hand to Robin. "Give it here." Robin was hesitant in handing it over, but eventually gave in after his sister nodded. Chrom had no idea that Robin still kept a tome under his cloak, strapped to his side for easy transporting.

"Right. Well, then we could at least take you two to the town nearby and settle things there, alright?" Chrom concluded, causing Robin and Raven to exchange grimances.

"We don't have a choice, do we? No say, no nothing?" Raven objected.

"Calm yourself. We shall hear your side of the story the second we get there. Come," Chrom then stretched his hand out to her. She took it, her other hand stealing her brother's larger ones.

The supposed short walk to the town felt like forever for the two siblings. They had Frederick flanking them, making it impossible to flee even if they wanted to. Yet, Raven felt more safe with Chrom nearby. Robin, however, was fretting about possible consequences that they could be put under for being at a loss of memories. When the group of five took a second to catch their breaths, Robin spoke up.

"Are you going to make us be your prisoners?" he begrudingly asked, not looking forward to an answer.

Chrom attempted to stiffle a laugh at the poor, worried man. "No. Once we find that you two aren't a threat to Ylisse, you'll be free to go. Though, you wouldn't have had easier tiddings if criminals found you."

"Hold on, let me get this straight...You said you are Shepherds, right? You tend sheep...in full armor?"

"It's a dangerous occupation, just ask Frederick the Wary," Chrom answered, urging them to continue. The break ended too quickly for Raven, who inwardly groaned.

"This title I wear with pride." Frederick bowed to Chrom. "I have to tend to the precautions of this group, otherwise, wolves could be led into the group. I have a desire to trust you, but I cannot."

Robin then understood Frederick's motives for always sticking to Chrom's side. "I see."

"We're almost to the town, so-" Chrom started, but was interrupted by his sister.

"Chrom, look! The town!" Liss cried, pointing at the nearby town that was up in smoke, flames dancing on the architechture. The town was in disarray; people running away as fast as possible while screaming about the bandits attacking. "Damn it, the town is ablaze! The brigands must have done this. Frederick, Lissa! Quickly! We have to help!" Chrom motioned to hurry, but Frederick halted him.

"Milord, what about these two?"

"They can wait!"

Lissa, clearly agitated by Chrom and Frederick's lack of haste, shouted for them to hurry up. The trio ran off, leaving the two siblings alone to dwell on what was going on. They glanced at each other, then Robin tried to holler.

"Wait, what about...Ooh..." He focused his gaze on the ground in deep thought. There was the option of leaving with Raven and never seeing those people again. But they took his sword, so that would mean that there would be less means of defending themselves against bandits. He finally made up his mind as Raven was thinking about following them. "Okay, Raven, let's-" He turned to see her running after Chrom and the others. "Are you kidding me?! Raven, get back here this instant!"

"No, I want to fight alongside them! They are our only chance at getting help," she yelled. Robin took a split second to figure out what he was going to do before he ran after her. Once he caught up with her, he stopped her in her tracks. "As long as you stay out of danger, I'll help you. If you get hurt-"

"You'll murder whoever did the deed. Okay, let's go now." She tugged on his arm, making him compelled to move faster.

At the outskirts of town, Chrom and Frederick had their weapons facing toward the enemy's direction. Lissa stood a few steps back at a safe distance, preparing to assist if one of them got a bleeding wound. The majority of the gang were littering the heart of the town, still wreaking havoc on civilians as well as clearing stands for thieving. The brigands also were prepared for a fight, laughing evily as they advanced closer to the Shepherds.

"Chrom, wait," Robin spoke dryly as he ran up to the group, tome in hand. Raven came later, staying near the back where Frederick watched her curiously.

Chrom narrowed his eyes at the presence. "Robin, why did you follow us?"

Robin clutched the thunder tome in his hands, clenching his teeth. "I'm not sure myself. But I can't just leave you guys to fight them alone. I know how to fight, I'm not sure about Raven. If you'll have me partake in the fight, I shall do my best."

Chrom nodded. "Of course! There's a strength in numbers. Just promise to stay close. That goes for Raven too." He glanced at the female who was eying the scene with fear. Chrom tossed the bronze sword to her feet and she hurried to pick it up correctly.

"This is a kill or be killed battle, Robin and Raven. There is no way of salvation through this fight. You either leave it to your weapon or be face down in the dirt," Frederick informed, climbing atop of his brown stallion.

Frederick charged forward. He dispatched the first bandit with a single thrust of his silver lance. The bandit's partner tried to slip past and ambush Lissa but was stopped short when Chrom suddenly planted his sword in the man's chest. He looked to Raven, who wielded a sword and followed Frederick with a worried expression. She didn't have a single idea how to fight with a sword. Maybe somewhere she had learned to, but it didn't come to her currently. Robin advanced forward, just behind one of the stands that stood in the way.

"So you know magic, Robin?" Chrom inquired as he moved beside him. He mentally promised himself that he would keep Robin safe, as long as Frederick kept Raven and Lissa in one piece.

"I think so. I guess I should see if I do," Robin answered. Chrom gave him a cautious look as he stepped away from the anxious Robin.

"Perhaps I should keep my distance from you until we both are sure that you know magic..."

Robin turned to him, shaking his head. He had his arms out in defense, hoping to placate the bluenette from fretting over his own well-being. "No, no. I think I can control it. Why else would I have it?" Chrom's facial expression did not change as Robin then muttered to himself. "Now how do I do this again?" Since the first man was right in front of the stand, Robin murmured a spell and sent lightning crashing into the man's diaphragm. Chrom thanked the gods that Robin wasn't on the other side fighting him.

The enemy realized that these were no ordinary foes. One lunged at Raven, finding her too weak to be able to retaliate. She couldn't fight back, she just didn't have it in her. She could hardly feel the red liquid trickle down her arm. The man was preparing to strike again. Robin lent a hand with a lightning blast, silencing the myrmidon.

Chrom was attacked next, an bronze axe almost slamming into his shoulder until he deflected it. He then took this opening to stab the man in the gut, a rasping breath the last thing that the fighter could muster. "Well, this is a bit of a challenge. Is anyone hurt?" he called out.

"Raven's wounded," Robin immediately called out. Raven sunk to her knees as Lissa ran to help her. She could not remember feeling pain like this before in her life. This was foreign to her body.

Lissa ran up to Raven, waving her staff at the wounded area. Raven's pants for breath eased, and she nodded to Lissa in thanks before running off to join Frederick as he whacked a man in the chest, ending his life immediately. Robin utilized his magic on felling the axe-wielding enemy while Chrom finished off the mage nearby.

The enemy regrouped at the center of the town in a brisk fashion. Robin went to his sister, checking to make sure she was faring well. "How are you holding up?" he asked.

"I'm fine now. I'll trade you places. Frederick has made no hint of protecting me. He might be a bit more worthy of fighting alongside you." Raven wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead. Her breathing had gone back to normal and she wasn't struggling to move any longer.

"Fine, just go with Chrom. He'll protect you, I'm sure of it." Robin patted her shoulder, then ran off to join Frederick and Lissa while Raven trailed behind Chrom.

"Chrom," she lightly called, rousing his attention on her.

"What's wrong?" He moved toward her, keeping a fair distance in case she would be uncomfortable.

"It's weird. I can see what's going on and size up an enemy before I even face him..."

"What do you mean?"

"I feel like I studied this before. I can understand the flow of battle, how the enemy might strike. I can see how the battle will progress." She felt her head, then shook it off. "Look at me babbling away...My apologies, Chrom."

"No, this could provide us use now and in the future. That's an amazing talent, Raven."

Raven's eyes widened at the attention she was receiving. "Well, thank you."

"Just don't rush into danger now. We can't have you or your brother get hurt."

She felt the need to laugh at his uneasiness. "Don't worry about us. We have lasted this long, so we can see victory through."

He smiled her way. "Thank you for risking your life for a stranger like me."

"Are you referring to us or you?" She flashed him a more relaxed smile, even in the midst of battle.

He chuckled deeply. "You're right. Perhaps it is both of us who should be grateful for meeting. Thanks again."

Turning to the next enemy, she attempted to side-swipe him, but failed when he countered and knocked her off her feet. Robin then progressed forth, finishing the enemy with his magic power. "Thanks," she murmured. He nodded in return. Noticing that the leader of the gang of thugs was left for the taking, she signaled for Chrom to come to her. He rushed to her side, anxious for what she was going to have him perform.

There was a few seconds to decide on whether or not this would work, but she voiced it anyway. "Okay, the leader is right here. He wields an axe. Your sword and mine should take him down. He wouldn't be able to move fast enough to compete with us because he has a limp in his left leg. That injury probably took place when he was younger. So I will pretend to strike his right knee, while you can take him down by his left. I suggest using a slicing method, not a stabbing one."

She cared about was his opinion of her. She desired him to trust her even though they have just met. She proved that she would not harm Ylisse by fighting for them, what more should there be for him to like her? Chrom being completely soundless didn't help her emotions any. After a moment of silence and hesitation, he asked, "Are you sure it's going to work? Stabbing would work quicker and better."

"What kind of question is that? I wouldn't voice it if it wasn't going to work." She glanced at him with panicky blue eyes. What if her plan would backfire and she would risk all there lives and innocent beings as well?

"You don't seem so confident about it," he said. "You're basically using yourself as bait."

"That's the point. We don't have much of an other option, Chrom. Just do it."

He was quiet again before saying, "Alright. This better work."

They didn't have much time to think, only act, as the leader threw his axe at Chrom. He backed out of its way, not causing any casualties. Time for her to move. She ran towards him, getting low, like she was going to strike his right backed away when he hit her with the hand axe, not doing enough damage for her blood to be spilled. Robin called out in distress, unsure if she gotten hurt or not. She ducked out of the way just in time for Chrom to dive past her.

Chrom then slammed his sword into the man's knee. He gave out a weak grunt before falling to the ground, unable to get back up. Chrom lowered the blade on the man's chest, ending his life instantly.

The sight before Raven was as new as it was unsettling. There were enemy men on the ground, dead from a few minutes ago. She panted heavily, realizing that this was not just a battle. She was responsible for their deaths even if she didn't kill anyone. They didn't deserve this fate. She had no other choice than to accept that it was the right thing for them to do.

Robin darted to his sister, checking her for any wounds on her outer body. She shied away from him, still shaky from her first fight, that she knew of. Robin understood his sister's distress and decided that it wasn't best to interrogate his sister on the previous happenings. "Okay, that seems to be the last of them."

"Lucky for the town that we were close by," Lissa spoke, catching up to them with Frederick at her heels. "Robin, you were amazing! Where did you learn to fight like that?"

He gave the smaller female a small shrug. "I'm not sure."

Chrom stood near Raven, his hands near her in case she would faint. Yet she made no sign of falling. "You two aren't helpless, that's for sure."

"This calls for an explanation on how you two came here," Frederick added, his wary state unhindered during the skirmish.

"Look, I understand why you're so keen on getting answers from us, but that doesn't mean I can tell you things I don't know. We have told you all that we know, even when we remembered some of our memories." Robin stuffed his hands in his pockets, an unnerving feeling in his stomach from the knight's distrust.

Chrom then said, "I feel that these two are almost worthy of our trust." Raven glanced up at him with hopeful eyes. His words had her partially recover from her wave of dizziness. "We could use their minds for the Shepherds. We can use their help when we have these type of clashes springing up frequently all over Ylisse." Did Chrom really have trust in them, or was he just stating it for the sake of others?

"Thank you, Chrom," Raven sputtered nervously. Maybe there was hope for them yet.

"So, Robin, Raven, will you do us the honor of joining the Shepherds?" Chrom asked.

Should we, Robin? Raven thought to herself as Robin pondered over the situation.