So this is my first ever fanfiction that I wrote. While I know there are many fanfics out there already that follow Robin's adventure through FE:A, I wanted to try my hand at it, along with adding my own twists and stories. I apologize in advance if the characters aren't really in character sometimes, as I put more thought into the story than the characters as of right now, and if you guys find any errors or inconsistencies, don't hesitate to call me out on it. I'd prefer if you did it in a civilized manner however, I'm not a big fan of hate messages. Anyway, this fanfic is essentially my take on the entire storyline of FE:A, and as I mentioned before, there will be some changes that I personally make throughout the story. One of such is actually in this chapter. So I should probably say this now, thank you to PRemington900 who wrote the awesome series 'Tactician Magician'. To be perfectly honest, I loved their work and that's what inspired me to try writing something of my own. I'm not sure how the pairing in mine is going to play out, but my favourite pairing (don't kill me for being mainstream) is Robin x Lucina. I'm also a fan of Robin x Cordelia, hell I'm a fan of Robin and most of the characters lol. Anyhow, thanks for checking my first piece out and constructive feedback is always welcome! Enjoy the story! (Oh ya if you didn't know already italicized text means they're thoughts. In this case, It's what Robin's thinking.)


Where… What's going on?

It was dark. Then, as if his eyes were opened, he saw a blue haired man standing next to him.

Who is that?

"This is it! Our final battle!" The man cried. "You're one of us Robin, and no 'destiny' can change that. Now let's kill this dastard and be done with it!" A blue haired man wielding a unique sword beckoned toward him as they charged into battle.

Robin… Is that who I am?

Confused, he could only watch as his body moved on its own. The duo were locked in combat with a thin and sly looking dark mage, but his stature did not hide the sheer magical power he had. Spells went flying across the hall as they fought, sparks flying as steel clashed over and over again.

Why can't I move? Is this a dream?

The dark mage unleashed a devastating torrent of magic against the blue haired man, narrowly dodging the attacks by parrying and rolling.

The blue haired man's blade crashed against the dark mage's tome, sparks flying from the steel hitting electricity. Every one of the strikes was lethal, but the mage dodged or parried each one with ease.

The mage used his magic to grab his sword, while charging a spell in his other hand. The blue haired man narrowly escaped certain death by rolling out of the way, but at this point he was exhausted.

What am I… charging a spell? He saw sparks and electricity jumping in his palm, as the spell began to gain power.

"Up there!" the blue haired man pointed.

"FOOLS!", the mage taunted as he rose up into the air, a ball of dark magic flickering dangerously in his hands.

Hit him hard!

He watched as his spell narrowly missed the mage, causing a massive explosion.

The mage didn't bat an eyelash, merely cackled as he sent the ball of dark energy to the ground. As if he teleported, the dark mage appeared from a vortex of lightning and kicked the other man in the chest.

"GUHH!" The blue haired man struggled to get up, sweat dripping from his body as the mage was channeling a spell that would certainly be the death of him.

"DIE!" the dark mage screamed, unleashing the devastating dark magic toward the man.

No! I can't let him die!

As if the body heard his thoughts, he unleashed a bolt of pure energy, intercepting the dark mage's spell before it hit the target.

"Humph." The dark mage merely scoffed at him, sending chills down his spine.

This isn't good. We're not going to make it…

By this time the other man had caught his breath and almost immediately charged at the mage again, each strike weaker than the last.

Why is he still fighting? He's almost at his limit!

As if his thoughts spurred him forward, watched, as he too began to charge, charging another massive thunder spell in one hand, sword in the other.

Unaware of his presence, the dark mage cackled as he pushed back the blue haired man.

Almost there… HE'S MINE!

He watched as he plunged a thunderbolt into the dark mage's back, simultaneously running his sword through his chest. Leaving the sword in the corpse, he watched as it was burned away by purple flames.

Before disappearing entirely, the mage managed to croak, "T-This... isn't the... end."

The blue haired man ran up to him, likely to celebrate their victory.

Oh no. He watched in horror as the corpse rose and fired dark magic at them, pushing aside his companion as he absorbed the spell.

Is this the end? Wait; I'm not dead yet…

The man rushed to his side to check on his condition. "Are you okay?" he asked, evidently worried. Relieved to see no harm was done, the man said "That's the end of him. This is our victory!"

As they talked, he felt a throbbing pain in his head.

What is this? My head- UGH!

"It's thanks to you we carried the day. Now we can rest easy."

I can't take it… what is this pain?

The mage's dying words suddenly crept back, as he heard the echoes of his maniacal cackles inside his head.

"At long last… What's wrong? Hey hang on-"

His companion was interrupted as he plunged the same bolt that killed the mage into his chest. He watched as his face turned from excitement to shock, then acceptance.

NO! WHY DID I DO THAT! THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANTED!

"I-It's not… your fault… "The man told him as he reeled backwards. "Promise me… Please… go…" He felt like ripping out his heart as he heard the evil laughter of the dark mage as his vision faded away…

I told you it wasn't the end.


...

This again?

He couldn't see anything, but a small feminine voice grabbed his attention.

"Chrom, we have to do something!"

I can… move?

He realized he could move, and opened his eyes as he heard the same voice from his dream.

"What do propose we do?"

As his vision cleared he saw the same blue haired man, with a younger, blond girl whom he assumed the first voice belonged to.

"I-I dunno…" the girl said worriedly.

The blue haired man he assumed, was Chrom, from what the girl had called him.

Chrom huh. Just who is he?

When the two noticed that he had woken up, their faces brightened right away.

The man named Chrom smiled and told him "I see you're awake now."

The girl followed his example and greeted him enthusiastically. "Hey there!" she exclaimed, beaming at him.

Chrom cracked another smile and said "There are better places to take naps than the ground you know."

These people seem friendly enough. I should probably find out my whereabouts.

Chrom offered his hand, "Can you stand?" he asked. He took Chrom's hand and noticed a strange mark on the back of his right hand.

What is this thing?

It was a purple brand, a design reminiscent of a spider, with what looked like many eyes arranged in a semi-circle.

Well that isn't too important right now.

After he had stood up, Chrom asked "Are you alright?"

Just fine you know. I woke in the middle of nowhere; god knows where I am and I can't remember anything either. I'm just dandy, thank you.

He held back his urge to rant and instead responded "Y-yea. Thank you Chrom." Looking mildly surprised, Chrom retorted "Ah, then you know who I am?"

Well that girl just said your name not two minutes ago… Perhaps I should pretend to not have heard.

He scratched the back of his head, chuckling a bit. "No actually. I-It's strange… Your name, it just… came to me."

I hope this is a good enough act.

Much to his relief, Chrom seemed convinced of his act. "Hmmm…" Chrom thought for a second. "How curious. Tell me, what's your name?"

That sir, is a great question.

"What brings you here?"

Hell if I know…

Instead he chose to reply politely, and said "My name is… It's… Hmmm?" Chrom was a bit shocked that this man did not know his own name. "You don't know your own name?" he asked.

He replied, "I'm not sure if… I'm sorry, but where am I exactly?"

Immediately the girl jumped with excitement, as if she knew something.

"Hey I've heard of this!" she cried. "It's called amnesia!"

Well that pretty much describes my situation right now.

"It's called a load of pegasus dung."

A voice almost spat the words from a distance. He saw a tall and well-built man, donned in heavy blue armour with deep brown hair and a face which looked like it had never known a smile.

He does not look friendly at all…

"We're to believe you remember milord's name, but not your own?" the man said, with clear suspicion and wariness in his voice.

Milord? Is he a servant of sorts?

As he wondered about the tall man's background, he realised he had yet to reply.

"B-but it's the truth!" he suddenly blurted out, as the man continued to eye him suspiciously.

Chrom and the girl both looked like they were stifling their laughter at his outburst. After a moment Chrom said to the man "What if it IS true Frederick? We can't just leave him here, alone and confused."

Frederick is the tall knight… what's the girl's name then?

Chrom continued, "What sort of Shepherds would we be then?"

Shepherds? They certainly don't look like they're farmers.

He noted as he glanced at Frederick's heavy armour and Chrom's light armour. Frederick replied "Just the same milord, I must emphasize caution."

This man really doesn't like strangers.

"'Twould not do to let a wolf into our flock." Chrom sighed, and came to a decision.

"Right then-we'll take him back to town and sort this out there."

I don't like where this is going… I should speak up.

"Wait just one moment," he interjected.

"Do I have a say in this?" he asked.

Chrom put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a friendly smile.

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

Doesn't seem like I have a choice at this point.

He sighed and reluctantly followed the trio as they headed back to the town.


As they were walking, he decided to ask "What will you do with me? Am I to be your prisoner?"

Chrom chuckled at his statement and merely replied "You'll be free to go once we establish you're no enemy of Ylisse."

Ylisse… Never heard of it. "Is that where we are? Ylisse?" he asked for confirmation.

Frederick raised an eyebrow as he asked him "You've never heard of the halidom?"

He chuckled to himself, much to my surprise…

"Someone pay this actor. He plays quite the fool!" Frederick exclaimed. "The furrowed brow is especially convincing…" he said mockingly.

Chrom seemed to be slightly irked as he motioned for Frederick to stop. "Enough. Frederick please."

Chrom turned to him and began to explain. "This land is known as the halidom of Ylisse. Our ruler, Emmeryn, is called the exalt."

Well now I know where I am at least.

Satisfied with the explanation, he relaxed a little as Chrom continued. "I supposed proper introductions are in order…" he mused as he scratched his chin. He extended his hand and began his introduction. "My name is Chrom-but then, you already knew that." He laughed sheepishly as Chrom kept talking.

"This delicate one here is my little sister, Lissa."

Not much of a family resemblance he thought, but kept it to himself.

Lissa looked annoyed as she stomped her feet and yelled "I am NOT delicate… Hmph!"

She turned away from Chrom and began to pout, puffing out her rosy cheeks and stealing glances over her shoulder.

Chrom seemed to be used this kind of behavior and simply laughed it off.

Is "Frederick" not going to introduce himself?

Robin shrugged as he kept talking.

After a while Lissa sighed and turned around. "Ignore my brother please. He can be a bit thick sometimes." She commented, glaring at her brother.

"But you're lucky the Shepherds found you! Brigands would have been a rude awakening!"

She laughed as she talked, but he was thinking about how different his position could be if his saviors were brigands.

I'd rather not think about that, he thought as he shuddered.

He looked over at Lissa to see her beaming at him once again, and returned a small smile.

I wonder why they call themselves the Shepherds. Perhaps I should ask.

"Do Shepherds usually tend sheep in full armor?" he asked, getting a laugh out of Chrom and Lissa.

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

"Frederick the Wary" is an understatement. May as well be "Frederick the Paranoid". Even better, " Frederick has a stick up his arse".

He looked over to Frederick, whom to his surprise, had a small grin on his face. "A title that I shall wear with pride. Gods forbid one of us keeps and appropriate level of caution."

Frederick accusingly looked over toward Chrom and Lissa, both of whom began looking around and whistling.

"I wonder where my staff went…" Lissa said, with excessive emphasis.

Chrom was not better off. "Hahaha…" He sheepishly laughed as he edged further away from Frederick.

This is an… interesting trio, to say the least.

"I have every wish to trust you stranger, but my station mandates otherwise." Frederick continued.

That doesn't mean you have to insult me at every turn…

"I understand sir. I would do no less myself." he said.

Like hell I would. Oh. I just remembered.

"My name is Robin… how convenient. I suppose that's one mystery solved." Robin said, slightly chuckling to himself.

Chrom looked surprised to hear his name. "Robin? Is that foreign?"

I hope that's a rhetorical question.

"Ah well. We can discuss it later. We're almost to town. Once we-" Chrom was interrupted by Lissa's scream.

"Chrom, look! The town!" The entire group looked in the direction Lissa was pointing and to their horror, saw the village in flames, black smoke billowing into the sky.

Chrom's face tightened as he reached for his sword.

"Damn it! The town is ablaze… Those blasted brigands no doubt."

Unsheathing is blade, the cold metal glinted in the late afternoon sunlight.

Robin's eyes were drawn to Chrom's blade, which was of a peculiar design, but did not have enough time to grasp any details.

"Frederick! Lissa! Quickly!" He called to the other two, and started sprinting toward the smoke.

"What about him?" Frederick asked as he ran to follow Chrom.

With a serious expression, Chrom said "Unless he's on fire as well, it can wait!"

Frederick chuckled for a second time, and almost as if talking to himself, "Aptly put milord."

The trio dashed toward the burning village without looking back.

Well this is awkward.

Robin thought as he considered his options. He could just leave right now, but where would he go? He had never even heard of the "Halidom of Ylisse" and it did not look like they were near any cities or areas of high population. The burning village was probably the only one for a couple fortnights.

I have nothing better to do, might as well.

Robin sighed as he headed in the same direction his companions had left.


When Chrom arrived at the village, a horrendous sight awaited him and his companions.

"Oh Naga…" As far as he could see, the street was paved with blood and the corpses of innocent citizens.

"Tch." Frederick scoffed and looked away, obviously disturbed by the carnage.

"Who would do such a thing?!" Lissa screamed.

Right on cue, the trio heard an unpleasant cackle and found the source to be a bandit with war paint and a wolf pelt on his back, wielding what looked to be an iron axe.

"You…" Chrom scowled as he approached the brigand.

"Gwa ha ha! Get to it lads!" The brigand was shouting, revelling in the carnage as he looted a corpse.

Grabbing a coin purse, he yelled "Grab anything shiny, and put the rest to the torch! We gots an example to set for these Ylissean types!"

Chrom and Frederick tightened their grips on their weapons as they advanced, feeling a burning rage growing inside them. As they approached, the brigand noticed and grabbed a nearby woman and mocked them.

"Ain't that right lass?" He cackled as he spat in her face.

"S-stay away from me!" The woman cried, trembling in fear. "Please! Someone! Help!"

Chrom could watch no longer. He noticed Lissa was also trembling and went to reassure her. "Don't worry," he said. "After today, these bandits won't be bothering anyone ever again."

Chrom drew his blade, Falchion, as he went to confront the brigand with a dark look on his face.

"HEY!" He yelled, startling the other bandits nearby.

"Let her go this instant!"

The brigand immediately began to laugh, and held a knife to the woman's throat.

"HA HA HA! Who do ya think ya are, giving me orders Mr. Goody two-shoes!"

Chrom watched in horror as the brigand slit the woman's throat.

"H-help..." The woman gurgled as she lay dying.

Frederick, on his steed, could take no more. "Milord!" he yelled.

Chrom was not listening. Instead, he charged the brigand, who was goading him and mocking him.

"What are ya gonna do 'bout it Ylissean? You can't save a single woman from dying; Gwa ha ha-URK!"

The brigand stopped laughing as his head left his neck.

Chrom, not even looking at his corpse replied "You scum who prey on innocents deserve a fate worse than death. However, the only thing I will deliver to you is a swift death. I refuse to stoop to your level."

As the brigand's head rolled to the ground, his comrades charged Chrom, attempting to avenge their leader.

"Weak!" Chrom yelled as he sliced through bandit by bandit.

Frederick was at his back, slaying any who tried to flank Chrom.

All of a sudden, Chrom heard a thump behind him, and a dreadful fear came crawling up his spine.

He slowly turned around, and what he saw completely devastated him.

Frederick was lying on the ground, having fallen off his horse after an arrow pierced his side.

"Milord…" Frederick moaned.

"Run away, milord. Stay safe."

Frederick lost consciousness after warning his lord.

Enraged, Chrom fought with renewed zeal.

"LISSA!"

Chrom shouted.

"TAKE CARE OF FREDERICK!" he commanded.

Lissa gasped as she realized what had happened and immediately began to heal Frederick.

"The archer is still there Chrom!" Lissa yelled as she treated Frederick's wound.

Chrom looked over his shoulder and saw the archer with an arrow notched, pointed at him.

"This is it I guess."

He sighed. He braced himself for an arrow but instead saw the archer drop dead as a bolt of lightning hit him.

He searched for the source and found it.

Robin was holding a tome, blasting any bandit he could see and evacuating the survivors.

"Good on you Robin."

Chrom approved of Robin's actions and began to help evacuate the citizens.

After the evacuation, the party realised that all of the bandits had been killed or ran away.

"How's Frederick?" Chrom demanded as he rushed over to where Lissa was treating Frederick.

"I did all I could Chrom!"

Lissa had tears in her eyes as she cried.

"I did all I could!"

Robin was finishing up the evacuation and saw Lissa crying with Frederick lying still on the ground and Chrom dead silent. He walked toward the three and thought of what he would say.

They're probably extremely shaken and sad because of what happened to Frederick. I should see if I can help out.

"Chrom." Robin softly called out as he put his hand on Chrom's shoulder.

"It wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself for what happened."

Lissa had finished crying and sniffled

"Robin… do you think Frederick will make it?"

Robin checked Chrom's condition quickly before assessing Frederick's well-being.

Judging by the wound, the arrow wasn't in too deep. The bandaging and treatment is extremely professional too.

Robin looked over at a sniffling Lissa and silently commended her for her healing skills.

He should be fine and back in service in less than a week.

As he stood up to tell Chrom and Lissa the news, he noticed how quiet Chrom had been the entire time.

At a closer look, he realized there were tears rolling down his cheeks, and Chrom was silently weeping.

Robin motioned for Lissa to comfort her brother as he headed out to deal with the destruction of the town.

Chrom could not bear to look at Frederick as he stifled his cries.

"This shouldn't have happened… Why Frederick… Why not me…"

Lissa watched helplessly as her brother sunk further into guilt and depression.

"Chrom!"

she called out to him.

"This wasn't your fault, like Robin said."

She put her arms around her brother, and he finally cracked. He sobbed as he admitted it.

"I know. I know Lissa. I just feel so powerless. I couldn't protect him…"

He had his face in his hands as he reflected upon the events that occurred. Chrom finally looked at Frederick, and realized his wounds were not life threatening. He sighed and got up, beginning to head towards Robin.

Lissa stayed behind to care for Frederick but was really worried for her brother.

"I hope he doesn't blame himself anymore…" she muttered.

Robin was talking to the survivors as he noticed Chrom walking toward him.

"Well that's the end of that." Robin said nonchalantly.

Chrom forced a smile and said "Many innocent and good souls were lost today. Our job is supposed to make sure these things don't happen."

Chrom looked downcast, and Robin knew exactly why.

"Hey,"

Robin punched Chrom lightly in the shoulder.

"No matter what you think, at the end of the day these bandits attacking wasn't your fault. I know you want to think otherwise, but the truth is these people were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

As harsh as his words were, Robin himself also struggled to acknowledge that fact, silently cursing himself that he could not do more.

Chrom was initially angered by Robin's statement, but noticed he was also struggling and chose to drop the subject.

He knew what Robin said was the truth, but had a hard time believing it. Deciding to change the topic, Chrom remembered what happened during the battle.

"So you're a mage?" Chrom questioned.

"I'm not too sure to be honest," Robin shrugged. "I can use tomes, but I'm also trained in swordsmanship."

Wish I remember all of my training though. I can only remember the basic training right now.

Chrom looked impressed. "Any other little secrets you might be hiding?" he asked jokingly.

Robin thought for a second and replied "Yes, actually," much to Chrom's surprise.

"I'm a well versed tactician, and during the battle it seemed like I could analyze the enemies at a glance."

Chrom raised an eyebrow, obviously impressed.

"Is that so?" he mused. "Anyhow, you're certainly no helpless victim that much is for sure."

Chrom laughed as he grinned at Robin, who returned the favour.

"I still haven't remembered how I ended up in that field though." Robin stated, his brows furrowing.

Chrom's expression softened as he witnessed Robin's internal struggle.

"Don't give it a second thought," Chrom said as he slapped Robin on the back.

"You fought to save Ylissean lives, and you very much saved my own. My heart says that's enough."

Chrom is too trusting. I appreciate it, but unconditional trust is never associated with longevity.

Robin merely smiled and returned to helping the villagers.

"Say,"

Chrom said, inching closer toward Robin.

Uh oh. What's going on…?

Chrom gave a small chuckle as he headed towards Robin.

"You know, the Shepherds could use someone with your talents."

Robin took a second to digest this information.

Is that an invitation to join his group to a stranger?

"I believe your story, as odd as it may be." Chrom continued, looking Robin in the eye.

At a loss for words from Chrom's infinite trust, Robin merely stuttered, "Th-Thank you, Chrom."

Is joining Chrom the best course of action at this point?

Robin pondered his options once more and came to the conclusion that he would join.

"I would be honored to join the Shepherds." Robin exclaimed.

Chrom smiled as he offered his hand once more.

"Then it's settled." He said as Robin shook his hand.

"Welcome to the Shepherds, Tactician."

Tactician… I'm not sure I like that title.

Robin rolled his eyes at his new title, but felt extremely grateful nonetheless.

Chrom's smile turned into a scowl as he recalled something however.

"I should explain now, the bandits had a Plegian accent."

Plegia? Robin was drawing a blank.

Upon seeing Robin's confused look, Chrom smacked his head with his palm.

"My apologies, I forgot you had amnesia." Robin smiled bitterly and replied. "No harm done."

Chrom straightened up as he began to explain the situation to Robin.

"Plegia is Ylisse's westerly neighbour. Recently they've been sending small bands into our territory, hoping to instigate a war."

Who would do such a retarded thing?

Robin and Chrom did not notice Lissa creeping up, until she added "And it's the poor townsfolk who suffer! Totally innocent, and totally helpless."

Chrom and Robin turned around to see a teary eyed Lissa staring at them.

"How is Frederick doing?" Chrom immediately pressed.

"His condition is stable now," Lissa said.

"I'm having the town doctor take a look at him just in case… y'know."

She looked at the ground and began pacing on the spot.

She seems to be a kind and sincere person.

Robin took this chance to get a good look at both Chrom and Lissa.

Looking at Chrom, he realized that this was undoubtedly the same blue-haired man he saw in his "dream".

The first thing he noticed was Chrom's dark blue hair, a trait that was quite uncommon.

Chrom was a relatively tall man, around the same height as him, wearing a themed navy battle attire.

He had a silver shoulder plate on his left, and armored boots and left gauntlet, but seemed to wear no other armor.

I wonder if he excels in speed or dexterity. That would explain the lack of armor. Or maybe it's his fighting style that requires no bulky armor.

Robin recalled the way he saw Chrom fight. His blade was a one-handed longsword, and Robin could tell Chrom was an experienced fighter.

Whether he slashed or stabbed, there was no wasted movement in-between, and each one of his strikes were lethal.

He must possess a good amount of strength.

Robin also noticed Chrom's lean but muscular body.

That's a body forged from years of hard training.

Chrom also wore a white cape, with the ends tattered like it had seen many years of use. His tunic was a dark navy, with white and silver highlights throughout.

His peculiar sword lay in its sheath at his back, the strange design and evidently powerful strength intriguing Robin.

That sword is quite the blade. I wonder where it came from and how Chrom got it.

The sword was a beautiful instrument of death; a sleek razor sharp blade of what looked like steel, with golden adornments and a deep mahogany handle.

The most notable thing about the sword was the hilt. Instead of a traditional cross shaped hilt, Chrom's sword instead had an opening in the centre where the hilt should have been. The blade's width grew in this area, giving it a gradual bump as it tapered down to the point of the blade.

That sword doesn't seem like it has earthly origins…

The other article of armor Chrom wore were his boots. He had grey boots that went up to his knees, but the feet were well protected by plates of steel.

Chrom noticed that Robin was staring at him quietly for a while, and asked

"Is something the matter?"

Robin quickly shook his head and laughed sheepishly. "N-No. Nothing at all Chrom!"

Chrom shrugged and returned to talk with Lissa.

Well that was embarrassing. I hope Chrom doesn't get the wrong idea.

Robin turned his attention to Chrom's little sister, Lissa.

She was quite petite, her height barely reaching Robin's chin.

She had extremely wavy blond hair that was tied into pigtails and held together by a cleric's cap.

Her dress was a modest one, mainly yellow with brown sections and a white apron. Robin noticed her entire dress was quite frilly, and that bothered him very slightly.

I'm not a 'frills' person. No offense Lissa.

Her dress also had a wire frame, which was quite unusual for battle attire.

No doubt that frame would be a hindrance in battle.

However when Robin thought about it he remembered that Lissa was a cleric, and had no combat capabilities.

Makes sense then.

She wore brown leather boots, and carried her trusty staff with her at all times.

Robin looked at Lissa's face, and she caught him staring. Blushing, she quickly turned her face, but not before Robin saw her features.

She has really beautiful grey eyes. Oh no. What am I thinking?

Robin slammed his head against a wall to clear his mind.

Upon seeing Robin, both Chrom and Lissa started to giggle. Embarrassed, Robin slunk away into the crowd.

"Wait, Robin!"

Chrom yelled after him. Robin didn't hear Chrom and disappeared into the crowd.

"Oh boy…" Chrom sighed and ran after Robin.

"C'mon Lissa, let's find Mr. Tactician!" Lissa looked surprised as she was dragged along by Chrom.

"Mr. Tactician? Hmmmm…" She giggled as she thought about Robin being their tactician.

Little did she know, Robin was legitimately the Shepherds' tactician from that day forth.


Robin wandered around the refugee camp, eventually coming across a spring. The water was clear and still, and as he looked into it he saw himself for the first time in the reflection.

He was surprisingly, a white haired man of average height, sporting a long and bulky black hooded cloak with purple designs scrawled all over it.

These designs… They look familiar…

He had deep brown eyes, and to his surprise as he looked into his own eyes he saw the pain and the sadness buried within.

Almost immediately emotions began surging out from the depths of his heart and he wept at the spring's edge.

What are these feelings? I-Do they even belong to me?

As he wept, he reached for a handkerchief from his robe, only to pull out a tome and a bronze sword.

This seems like all I have on my person.

He examined the tome and found it to be a standard thunder magic tome, given to novice mages and apprentices.

His sword was also a low grade, mass produced weapon, but his arsenal was extremely effective regardless of their origin.

I can't seem to remember most of my training…

Robin had an affinity with the weapons laid before him, as if he had previous experience with them. However, due to his amnesia, he could not be sure.

I should probably head back. Chrom's probably looking for me.

As Robin headed back to where he left Chrom and Lissa, suddenly a group of villagers came up to him to thank him for saving their town.

Just great. Publicity.


As Chrom and Lissa searched for Robin, they saw him being cornered by a couple of villagers. Nearing the group, they overheard their conversation.

"Thank you so much for saving us!"

Many of the villagers were swarming Robin with thanks and gratitude.

"Please, is there anything we can do for you?" A village girl asked.

Chrom chuckled as his eyes met Robin's.

This is my chance!

Chrom felt impending doom as he saw a sly smile creep onto Robin's face.

"Don't thank me, thank them!" he said, pointing in Chrom and Lissa's direction.

As the crowd turned to look, he ducked under someone's arm and slipped into an alley.

"Milord please! You must stay the night!"

The villagers turned their attention toward Chrom and Lissa as they surrounded them.

"I swear to Naga, Robin…" Chrom muttered under his breath.

"We are simple folk of simple means, but we would gladly toast your valor with a feast!" the villager continued.

As soon as she heard feast, a switch was flipped in Lissa's head. But before she could speak, a familiar voice spoke up behind them.

"A most generous offer sir, and no doubt your hospitality would be grand…"

Chrom and Lissa turned and were shocked to see Frederick up and about, holding Robin by the cuff of his coat. Robin smiled and waved at Chrom, who rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Frederick.

"Are you sure you should be up already?" Chrom asked, concerned.

Frederick smiled at Chrom and replied

"'Tis just a flesh wound, milord."

Lissa cried in happiness as she rushed to give Frederick a bear hug.

"Frederick!" she cried. "I was so worried!" Lissa began bawling as Frederick stroked her head.

"Don't worry about me milady. Yours and milord's safety are above my own."

"Hmph!" Lissa began to pout.

Lissa and Frederick... I wonder…

Robin smirked as he entertained his imagination.

Lissa stomped away as Frederick released Robin and turned to Chrom.

"My apologies milord. I have brought upon you unnecessary concern."

Frederick bowed his head in repentance, as Chrom just sighed.

"I know you are worried for Lissa and my sake Frederick, but that doesn't mean you can go around throwing your life away at every turn. What would you have done if things turned out worse than they were?"

Frederick looked ashamed as he thought about it.

"My apologies milord. I was not thinking of you or milady's feelings."

Chrom smiled and said "As long as you're aware."

Robin once again attempted to slip away, only to have Frederick grab him once more.

"And what shall we do with him, milord?" Robin sighed as he put his hands up in defeat, prompting Frederick to let go of his collar.

"Well Frederick," Chrom beamed, "Meet the Shepherd's new tactician!"

Frederick stood for a good thirty seconds with his jaw open before he spoke.

"With all due respect milord, WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?"

By this time Lissa had returned from her walk and exclaimed

"You were serious Chrom?"

Robin had begun to shrink from Frederick's piercing glare and laughed nervously.

"In my defense," Robin said meekly, "I did save Chrom's life." At this statement Frederick immediately asked "Milord, is this true?"

Chrom sighed and said "Yes Frederick. Robin here saved my life during the battle. It's only fair I offer something of equal value; a life with us rather than him living a life of solitude as an amnesiac."

Frederick seemed to be defeated by this sound argument and conceded. "Well I suppose if milord trusts you so, you may join the Shepherds."

Robin chuckled as he took Frederick's hand. "I'm looking forward to working with you all."

He smiled.

I wonder what lies ahead of me. Life as a Shepherd huh?

Works for me.


Well it looks like this is where I ended the first chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I realize that some parts may be similar to other works, but I tried my best to make this piece my own. I'm already working on the second chapter, so I hope you guys will check that out, probably when I publish it next week. As I said before, any constructive feedback is welcome. I wanna know if I have plot holes, inconsistencies, or characters OOC. Anything that isn't great, tell me. Anyway how'd you like the little fiasco with Frederick. To be honest, I wanted to kill him off but I thought against that since it would make my story take a really dark turn really quickly. Chrom would probably be drowning in depression and stuff so yea. I thought better of it. But let me know how my idea played out in this one, and Peace out people!