I awoke screaming.
There was blood everywhere - I'd hit straight through the stomach, and the red just kept flowing and flowing. I felt nauseous as I glanced at my hands - they were stained. I murdered him, I murdered him, I murdered him.
Suddenly, the tent door opened and he was there, holding a stave so he may see through the consuming darkness. "Robin?" he asked cautiously. "Robin, what's wrong?"
The illumination from the stave shone on my desperate stare up to the doorway. My hands shook in front of me and my heart raced uncontrollably at a billion knots a minute. Helplessly, I attempted to catch my breath between whimpers. "I'm so-" I sobbed. "I'm... I'm sorry, I'm- "
Chrom carefully stepped over and sat next to me on the mattress and, hesitantly, folded me into a gentle embrace. I laid my my head against his chest - even though such intimacy would be chastised if most any if our peers saw an unwed couple in such a situation. I had no regard. The sobs just kept on and on. I needed to hear the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart, or else my insides may crumble apart under the weight of my own anxiety. My entire body shook, all the way into my bones - but Chrom's arms fortified my spirit enough so I wouldn't dissolve then and there.
He held me there for some time, therapeutically combing my hair with his fingers as the panic slowly subsided. "What happened?" he asked. I sought comfort in the familar, low tone of his voice. "I thought you'd been attacked... was it a nightmare?"
"Chrom... I... I killed you," I choked, and buried my face in his chest.
"It's only a dream," he whispered. "It's okay. I'm alive, and I'm here with you now. Don't worry."
"I'm scared... Chrom, it felt so real. It still feels real, in fact. Like a real memory, as if, as if..." I was too frantic and confused to formulate my thoughts. How could I know anything about real memories? I had none. And yet Chrom's blood on my hands evoked such real trepidation in me - real trepidation of myself. Even I didn't understand where I came from, or the true extent of my powers. What would really become of Chrom and me?
He shushed me and pressed his lips atop my head. "No, Robin. I trust you, and I believe - I know - that you'll never do anything to hurt me, or any of us for that matter."
I shut my eyes tightly. "I'm scared," I whimpered. Normally, I would never expose such sentiments to my comrades. And yet, here I was, with all of my deepest, rawest emotions laid out for only Chrom to see, as I fell into deep, dark slumber in his arms.
Hello! I am back. For the first time, I am attempting a nanowrimo! ! Yay! But I am very busy, unfortunately, due to this issue called school. (Basically, I hate myself enough to take ap classes and work part time.) So please bear with me!
Chapter 2 is completely written already as well, and I will upload within the next few days. It is quite a bit longer and happier than this one :)