Hello Everyone, I decided it was time for a comeback. Although that this time it is a different account I'm not new to writing for this site and I hope my writing isn't as cringe worthy as it was before, for those who know or have read my previous works. I hope this is enjoyable for those reading and I also hope to put out multiple updates within the next couple of weeks, since I have a lot of time on my hands and want to keep myself occupied and improve my writing.
Now for a little description and a discrepancy as well for those who might not be interested in what this story has to offer. It is a simple retelling of Awakening that will split up in three stories to match the three portions of the game. (Don't know if the title gives it away or not haven't thought of a name usually the last thing I do.) The main story for the most part should stay the same (Side Missions and other outside engagements might be thrown in as well.), however the Avatar's back story is slightly changed. He still hardly remembers his past, but he isn't completely lost within the world around him like in the game. His name is still Robin, it some how bothers me if it isn't, but his appearance is outside the basic create a character. This should be all you need to know (at least for now.) Anyways enough of my rambling, Let's begin!
"Ah, yes a fine little replacement indeed. It seems Grima himself as offered us a second chance, especially after… the other's unfortunate demise." A very disheartening and unsettling laugh was heard soon after.
It was dark and and all that could be heard was maniacal laughter and the sounds of someone struggling. A little boy, probably around the age of 8 was seen sitting in the center of a circle of people around him at least he thinks that's what's going on due to something wrapped around his head making him completely blind. He said nothing but sat quietly hoping not to be harmed by the unknown forces.
He felt a hand grasp his head through the sack on his head, he whimpered quietly not wanting to set off a violent outburst from the other end. All he heard was a simple laugh and was suddenly being helped up. The sack was removed quickly, but it was too bright to see anything.
He put his hands in front of face to block out the light, but jumped when he felt a cold sensation touch his cheek.
"You will be the one to usher in a new age of darkness, my son." The same man from before said putting his hand on the child's cheek.
"No! Please he's just a child; you can't risk another life for your twisted god's plans!" A distressed voice called out, but could not be seen.
"I can assure you it will not happen again! Come now child, your destiny awaits." The man finishes as his head blocks out the light for the child in order for them to have a better look at him.
Just as the light dies down and his face starts reveal itself…
BAM!
A nightmare once again. It seems this specific one happens more often then it should. He was hoping this would be one of those nights where it wouldn't, but nothing seems to go the way he wants it to anyway.
A man woke up in a cold sweat and ran his hand through his black hair as he wiped his face and breathed really heavily.
He patted his surroundings, probably to figure out where he was because he honestly couldn't remember where he fell asleep. There seemed to be hay everywhere he was probably in some poor saps barn.
Well being a wanderer kind of forces you to do these types of things, hopefully the animals inside wouldn't rat him out like the some of the previous barns he had slept in.
But since they seemed to be more interested in his little outburst to himself than to freak-out and start an outbreak they don't have any plans on doing so.
The sunlight seems to barely slip through the large door of the barn. If he had to guess it was morning or at least sunrise so if he was going to escape unnoticed and not get chased out by the owner… again, now was the time.
He quickly rose to his feet and patted his back to secure no debris lingered. He outstretched his arms and let out a yawn and grabbed his coat from one of the posts that was inside. Luckily, none of the horses decided to chew through with it overnight. He placed his arms through and slipped it on.
It was his favorite, and only, coat. He was almost never seen without it, and as far as he knew no one else had one like it so it was one of a kind as well, which was a plus. It also looked kind of ominous especially with the purple eye patterns on his sleeves, so there was that as well.
After admiring his coat for awhile he headed for the barn door and slowly began to open it not wanting to set off anyone inside or out.
He peeked his head out and saw that no one was around and the small little cottage next door seemed to stay settled and anyone inside unawake.
He took the chance and quickly slipped his whole body through the small opening and shut the large door behind and made a mad dash away from the settlement and, hopefully, to the nearest town.
About twenty minutes of heading the same direction he was able to run into a small little village that was at the peak of it's mourning routine.
"Alright Robin, no funny business. Hopefully, I won't have to resort to pickpocketing and get kicked out of here as well." Robin spoke to himself as he reached into his coat and began to wiggle his hand around to find what he was looking for.
Once he did, he brought out a small pouch, most likely all of his bullions, hoping to find something inside. Robin poured the contents of his bag into his hands and counted.
"20 bullions! Hopefully this village's prices aren't too inflated, maybe I can a little extra rations then before." Robin once again exclaimed to himself sounding more hopeful.
He walked through the village and hoped to find someone that had something he can eat for sale. As the small crowd of people walked beside and past him they were a little weary of him. His attire was a little suspicious and he was pretty sure everyone in town knew each other on a first name basis so some stranger walking into their secluded little village was enough to get some people to look his way.
Trying to avoid the gaze of the residents, he spotted a women offering what seems to be a variety of different fruits and lightly jogged over to her stand.
"Well hello there stranger! It's not often we get visitors from other parts, so a fresh face is always welcome." She exclaimed and gave him a bright smile along with her cheery attitude.
"That's good, I suppose. If it's not too rude to ask do you mind if I ask the prices of your items. I wouldn't want to look like a fool ordering things I couldn't afford." Robin gave the saleswoman a short and curt response hoping to get something to eat and leave. He was never one for small talk anyway, especially when it came to the opposite gender. No cliché womanizer found in this wanderer.
"Sure thing! Not too pricey, 15 bullions for a pound of whatever you like, mister!" She once again beamed at him hoping to make a sale.
"That's not too bad, also means no shady maneuvers to work here as well." He responded, but whispered the last part to himself which luckily she didn't catch.
Robin brought out his pouch again and counted fifteen and proceeded to hand it over to her.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's up with the tattoo on your hand?" The woman had questioned Robin as she took the cash and saw the purple marking on his brown skin.
"It's no trouble. I honestly I have no idea, perhaps it was an abnormal birthmark of some sort. I never looked too much into it."
He was telling the truth and as far as he knew it could simply be nothing, but some weird shape or symbol. He's had it since he was younger growing up in the orphanage and others have simply commented on it, but nothing serious or life changing has came out of it.
"Kind of reminds me of those symbols on the exalts perhaps your family has this thing in their linage as well." the merchant tried to give some kind of explanation behind it, but Robin brushed it off with a simple "maybe". He wasn't to into knowing the halidoms he roams and just goes off of the names of them rather than the people ruling. Ylisse, Plegia and Regna Ferox were the only names he needed to know. So talks of exalts and brands and no signs of sand or snow must mean he was in Ylisse.
He picked out some simple fruits, ones that would give him more for less, if that made any sense, and took off with just a simple thank you.
He planted his back against a tree not too far from the village and simply snacked on the fruit he had purchased. He faced the opposite direction of the village and simply admired the scenery before him.
"This is probably going to be the only time today I get to do this. Perhaps some of these people have a job for me to do. Hopefully, something that doesn't get my hands dirty." Robin mumbled to himself as he tapped his free hand against his bronze sword and thunder tome and swallowed the food in his mouth.
He didn't like the term mercenary and being called one did not sit with him well, but if he had a reason to do some less than favorable jobs, he didn't mind. As long as he didn't stick around long enough to regret anything he did.
He yawned once he had finished the the third apple in his sack and overlooked the peaceful meadow before him. The sun wasn't too far into the sky so it was still pretty early in the morning.
"Perhaps a little nap won't hurt before I go out job hunting. Call me lazy, but the good jobs don't surface till midday anyway so..."
He shifted his bodyweight and made a pillow with his arms behind him and shut his eyes closed as he enjoyed the peaceful sounds of wind blowing and the birds chirping above.
Not too bad? I hope not. I know the actual beginning of the game is not mentioned, but I just wanted you to know Robin is no amnesiac in this story, but also doesn't completely know his whole life. The contents of the actual game are in the next chapter so stay tuned for that! Be sure to leave your critiques and I'll be sure to overview them and take in some of the comments and reviews to better this story in the future. Thank you.