Welcome to yet another AU of Fire Emblem Awakening.

I realise that this has been done hundreds of times before, but ah well.

Criticisms, Comments and Favourites are always nice.

And as always, Nintendo owns all the source material.

There are flashes in your mind, barely determinable from the blankness of slumber.

A tall, dark man standing in front of a broken altar, light massing around his outstretched hand.

A cobalt-haired youth running the man through with a radiant sword.

The same youth smiling at you.

The same youth with your sword embedded in his chest. Falling. His blood smeared on the altar. A dusky laugh, coming from your own mouth.

Darkness.

And light.

ROBIN

Grass is tickling the back of your neck. Why are you lying on the ground? Just before you open your eyes, you sense a shadow pass over the closed lids. You refrain from opening them.

"We need to do something! We can't just leave him here!"

Definitely female. Sounds pretty young also.

"So what do you propose we do?"

Male this time. Sounds a bit older.

"I dunno, you're meant to be in char…" she trails off, because you decide to open your eyes now. The sunlight is almost blinding, but you can make out two figures. When your eyes refocus, you perceive a young man with striking blue hair, next to a young woman (almost a girl) with long blonde hair pulled up into bunches on either side of her head, which cascade down to her shoulders. She smiles at you.

"Hi there!"

Her voice harmonises well with the birdsong you can suddenly hear in the background. In fact, the entire world seems a cacophony of noise, emanating from all manner of sources. Nature does love to mess around when you have a headache.

The man grins similarly, a twinkle in his eye. He seems familiar.

"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know." He chuckles at you, offering you his hand.

"Tell me about it," you groan. Speech is an odd sensation. You feel as if you haven't opened your mouth in a long time. You take the proffered hand and pull yourself up, noting a purple sigil on the back of your hand and coming face to face with the man. You're slightly shorter than him, and where he is muscular you are lithe. His eyes (the same colour as his hair) study you intently. You unintentionally take a small step back. He cocks his head at you.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes… thanks, Chrom."

He barely flinches. "Ah, you know who I am then."

"Uh, actually I don't. Your name just came to me…" You trail off. You still feel rather groggy.

"Hm. Tell me, what's your name? What brings you here?" He's lost the questioning look he wore with your apparent divination of his name, and is again amiable.

You open your mouth to reply, but the words you must have used thousands of times before fail to come. "Uh…" You frantically rack your brain, but no name appears. In fact, not much in terms of memories appears at all.

"You don't know your own name?" Chrom looks more bemused than anything suspicious now.

You start stuttering. You're receiving weird looks, especially from the third member of this group who has gone unnoticed to you until now. He towers over the other two, with turquoise armour which puts Chrom's simple shoulder guard to shame, and mousy brown hair which contrasts the piercing gaze emanating from his green eyes. He glowers at you.

The girl pipes up. "Hey, I've heard of this! It's called amnesia!" She grins at the other two, obviously expecting praise for providing an answer to the situation. She receives none.

"It's called a load of pegasus dung, Lissa," the tall one comments. His voice is nowhere near as edged as his figure would suggest, and yet he still manages to sound like a drill sergeant. (When have you ever had a sergeant?) "We're to believe this man remembers milord's name, but not his own?" He scowls even harder at you. It's only now you notice the lance strapped to his back, its point gleaming in the sunlight. You blanch at how easily he could run you through with that, unarmed as you are. You then notice his glance fall to your left hip. (Oh.) You have a sword. Still, he'd probably decimate you.

"B-but it's the truth!" you manage to blurt out. The man in the armour looks unimpressed.

"But what if it is true, Frederick?" Chrom turns to the man behind him. "We can't leave him here, alone and confused." You shoot a quick smile of gratitude at Chrom, but he ignores you. "What sort of Shepherds would we be then?" You can almost hear him pronounce the capital.

"Just the same milord, I must emphasise caution." Frederick has not taken his eyes off you at any time. The whole way he stood gave off a 'just try it and see what happens' air. "It would not do to let a wolf into our flock."

Chrom nods at Frederick and then gives you another glance. He seems to deliberate for a moment, and then come to a conclusion.

"Right then – we'll take him back to town and sort this out there." The finality of his tone worries you.

"Wait just one moment!" you exclaim, "Do I have a say in this?"

Frederick opens his mouth to issue a definite negative, but Chrom gets in first.

"Peace, friend – I promise we'll hear all you have to say back in town. Now come."

You walk in stony silence. Lissa keeps attempting to sidle up to you and spark a conversation, but any time she inches towards you, Frederick gives her a disapproving look which sends her scuttling back to Chrom's side.

Now that you think about it, Lissa seems really out of place in your motley crew of supervisors. Chrom and Frederick are evidently accustomed to fighting, what with their armour and weapons, yet Lissa is simply wearing a yellow dress with some cage implement underneath to keep it out from under her feet, making her resemble a rather foppish spinning top.

Perhaps she's Frederick's sister? It would explain the over-protectiveness.

You get bored rather fast, and decide to catch up with Chrom who's striding ahead, ignoring the icy glare from Frederick.

"What will you do with me? Am I your prisoner?" You begin, trying to sound conversational but coming out rude more than anything else. Chrom simply chuckles:

"Hah! You'll be free to go once we establish you're no enemy of Ylisse."

The name is unknown to you, as is pretty much everything else. "Is that where we are? Ylisse?"

Frederick guffaws from over your shoulder. A man in that amount of armour should not be that stealthy.

"You've never heard of the Halidom? Ha! Someone pay this actor, he plays quite the fool! The furrowed brow is especially convincing…"

Chrom rolls his eyes. "Frederick, please." He turns to you with an apologetic look. "This land is known as the Halidom of Ylisse. Our ruler, Emmeryn, holds the title of Exalt." You nod. He continues, "I suppose proper introductions are in order… my name is Chrom – but then, you already knew that. This is my sister, Lissa." She beams at you.

"Chrom probably should have done this earlier. He's a bit thick sometimes." Chrom chuckles. "But it's lucky that the Shepherds found you. Brigands would've been a rude awakening!"

"You tend sheep? In full armour?" You inquire.

Chrom smiles. "It's a dangerous job. Just ask Frederick the Wary here."

Frederick nods. "A title I shall wear with pride. Gods forbid one of us keeps an appropriate level of caution. I have every wish to trust you, stranger, but my station mandates otherwise,"

You suddenly feel a lot less irritated by Frederick. "I understand, sir. I would do no less myself." (Would I though? Amnesia really makes you doubt yourself.)

Suddenly you open your mouth without consultation from your brain, and blurt out:

"My name is Robin. Wait. Uh... I just remembered that. How odd. I suppose that's one mystery solved." You try a grin, but only Lissa returns it. Chrom and Frederick are sharing a glance. Frederick almost imperceptibly shakes his head. Chrom turns back to you.

"Is that foreign? Ah well. We can discuss it later. We're almost to town. Once we-"

Lissa, suddenly screams. "Chrom look! The town!"

You turn to where she's pointing, and survey the scene over the crest of the hill you have just climbed. It seemed a rather idyllic town, with a small collection of houses, and what looked like a market with a small church at the end. In fact, rather perfect if you ignored the flames spreading across the thatched rooftops.

"Damn it! Those blasted brigands, no doubt…" Chrom's face has suddenly lost its smile, the twinkle in his eye replaced with coldness. "Been chasing them for days. Frederick, Lissa! Quickly!" He starts running down the hill.

Frederick hesitates slightly. "What about him?" he calls after Chrom, indicating you.

"Unless he's on fire as well, he can wait!" Chrom yells back over his shoulder.

Frederick smiles slightly – a first from him you think, and starts running after Chrom, Lissa on his heels. "Aptly put, milord."

Suddenly, you're alone on the hilltop. Quickly, you survey the town below. Already you've counted at least six figures carrying torches running about. Your new acquaintances would be definitively outnumbered. After a moment's deliberation, you sprint after them.

Author's Notes:

I realise second person narrative is slightly odd, but I enjoy writing in this style.

However, I am intending for the perspective to shift between characters, so to alleviate the confusion from this, the name of the character will be bolded at the start of every passage.

Enjoy!