HALT

This story is the sequel to Ask and Thou Wilt Receive. It picks up about 4000+ years after the ending. I recommend reading the first story to understand this. Yes, the old one was is a bit wonky - especially with timelines, but it was mainly because I wrote it years ago.

I own nothing.

Now, that's out of the way, here is the long awaited sequel a ton of you pestered me about.

Chapter 1: The Stone in the Wall

If there was an emotion that he could use to describe what he felt, it would be an odd sense of longing. There was stone that would always catch his attention and it was imbedded in the wall of the throne room. It nestled in the middle of Ylisse's Emblem, only glowing faintly every time the sunlight would filter through the room. It was nothing like Argent, the white gemstone of the Fire Emblem, but it had its own beauty and radiance in the soft hues of blues and purples that swirled inside it.

No matter how many times he would look at it, he would feel a longing in his heart. It was like a strange urge to scale the walls and retrieve the stone before running off with it. He nearly did once, and boy did his father punish him for his foolishness.

Despite it all, he knew in his heart that the stone didn't belong there.

No one knew how the stone called out to him- in his dreams and sometimes in his waking moments. It begged to be returned to some place he had never been, a place he never recognized.

When his father passed away and his eldest sister took the throne, the stone's calling only increased. Over the years, he had learned to ignore it and took every opportunity to leave the castle to look for temple in his visions, but he never did find a trace of it anywhere. Maybe it was far outside of Ylisse to be reached.

He wasn't the only one with these urges though. He had noticed his sisters (both younger and older) would glance up at the stone with a strange look on their faces before turning away. He once caught his retainer doing the same. He began to wonder if the stone was desperate that it reached out to the others.

Even now, as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the stone, Chrom could feel it crying louder and louder.

He would be lying if he said that he wasn't terrified.

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A sudden jolt woke Robin up. The manakete felt himself fall to the floor, smacking his cheek. He groaned at the pain and snapped open his eyes, only to meet a veiled sight of an odd color. Great, he was blindfolded. He took a moment to gather himself, hoping to get some sort of idea where he was.

The floor rattled and shook beneath him, and it felt like wood. Robin could hear the sounds of a horse and gravel crunching together constantly. There was no doubt in his mind that he was in a wagon of some sort. It was probably night time if the lack of light was anything to go by.

He coughed, cringing at the burning sensation in his throat. By aunt Naga's name, it hurt. He shook his head and tried to sit up, but it was hard for him to move his arms for support. His head also felt a little heavier than it usually felt. He moved again and finally realized what tangled around him that didn't feel like ropes. How long did his hair grow...?

He suddenly felt the wagon come to a stop and heard a grunt from above him- the driver, maybe.

"Whaaaooo! Boys, we stop here for camp!"

There was a series of noises that Robin found hard to keep up. He was still confused as to what was going on. He heard someone board the wagon and felt a harsh hand grab his upper arm. He was pulled up to a sitting position and gathered into someone's sturdy arms.

"What do we do with the jewel, boss?" said the person holding him. Robin wanted to yell at them to get their hands off him, but he kept his mouth shut. There was no telling if he was safe or not.

"Hm, put him with the rest of the treasures and guard that wagon," said another voice. It certainly didn't sound kind, but rather disgusting as they continued, "We'll sell him for a pretty gold coin for his looks."

"Think he might be one of those dragon folks?"

"All the more reason to sell him."

There was a gruff answer of understanding and Robin's heart lurched when he moved to another place. He was deposited gently in what felt like bundles of silks and felt a lock of his hair held for a moment before it was dropped.

"Damn, look at him," said a new voice, "The boss sure we're gonna sell him? He's pretty young."

"'Course we gon sell 'im. That's how business works."

Robin continued to stay still as he heard a loud clank and something clicking in place. He waited for the voices to fade away before sitting up. He tugged at his bindings until they broke after several minutes. He shoved off the ropes and pulled off the blindfold. He had to blink several times to make any sense of his surroundings. He found himself in the middle of a wagon full of silks, chests, and gold containers. Robin immediately scowled.

"I am not some dainty little treasure," he hissed under his breath. He looked around him and picked up an extremely long lock of hair from the floor. It was an ashen grey in the little moonlight that filtered in the wagon, and he knew it was his. Robin slid off of the pile of silks and stood on shaky legs. Tiredness clung heavily on him as he stretched out his thin and bony limbs. It felt like his body was finally waking up.

He looked down at himself and frowned at the silk clothes he wore. They were oddly short and a little tight in some places. His shorts had barely reached his mid thigh and his hooded cloak didn't keep him warm. The silk arm guards were more of a bunched up band of silk around his wrists. His feet were bare, but he never did recall wearing shoes. He stopped for a second and his mind blanked.

Since when did he grow this big...?

Shaking his head, he ran his hands through his ridiculously long hair to shove back a strangled cry.

"What the hell... happened to me...?"

The last thing he remembered was...

Robin felt his blood run cold. He didn't remember anything.

There was a sudden thump of a body hitting the ground and a low, pained groan. Robin's shoulders tensed in alert and grabbed the nearest gold vase. He steeled himself and swung when a shadow slipped into the wagon.

"Whoa! Wait!" Robin didn't have time to react as the vase was easily dodged and his hands were restrained behind him for a second time.

"Let go of-" His mouth was covered in an instant as the intruder hushed urgently.

"Quiet!" they whisper yelled. Robin huffed in annoyance and stayed still, ready to defend himself when needed. "Look- just, don't scream when I let you go, alright?"

Robin nodded vigorously. He didn't understand why the intruder was here for, but maybe he could escape if he cooperated. He took in a few gulps of air when he was released from the intruder's grasp.

"Huh- you don't look like a bandit," observed the intruder.

"Because I'm not," Robin snapped.

"What are you even doing here in this wagon anyway? I thought it's supposed to be only treasure in here?"

Robin shrugged and rubbed his exposed arms. Damn, it was cold.

"I don't know - I literally just woke up."

"Wait- you're the jewel everyone is scrambling to get?"

"Uhm..." Robin suddenly put the pieces together in his head, "Oh. I guess? But that's a dumb thing to call me."

"Damn it, and here I thought I really struck gold." The intruder sighed and sat on the pile of silks. His ginger hair was pale in the moonlight and had an off white stick in his mouth. Was the intruder eating a lollipop?

...That would explain why his voice sounded weird.

"Either way, I'm Gaius," he introduced himself, "You are?"

"Robin..."

Gaius got up from his makeshift seat and grinned at him, "Alrighty, Robin, grab what you want- we're getting out of here."

And now the story begins! Please tell me what you thought of this chapter (despite its shortness)! Unlike Ask and whatever the title was, this story will be a lot longer than three chapters. Maybe about thirty...? Don't know. I'm getting back into the flow of writing fanfics, so my style is a little different than before.

A little bit.

I have another version of this story on AO3. I have yet to draw art for this, but if I do, you can find it within the AO3 ver of this story.

Preview!

"What? No, it feels weird to wear those," Robin said, eyeing the pair of leather boots in Gaius' hand.

"Well," the thief drawled as he dropped the pair in the sack he carried, "don't say I didn't warn you when you stub your toe on a rock."

Robin shook his head and turned on his heel, "You underestimate my-"

His face greeted a tree root before he could finish that word.

"Told ya."

Later~

-CloudyLightning