Just to provide some background, ever played FE: Awakening on 3DS? Chapter 1 of my story starts off with the Finale so if you don't want spoilers, then go read other chapters, if I make any...

Robin is in fact male. Don't get any funny ideas, you sick dastards!

Perverts: *sigh*

Yeah, I'm sorry. I feel your pain. Anyways, to anyone who somehow found this story, enjoy.

We're not pawns of some scripted fate. I believe we're more. Much more... There's something between us all. Something that keeps us together... Like... invisible ties, connecting us.

How foolish I must have sounded, for even this great battle to the death was inevitable. How could have this even happen? Me, a once helpless man riddled with dementia found in the middle of the prairies, now the Head Tactician of an elite army full of Shepherds ready to die at the hands of... well... myself. Curse the Gods! Curse my friends for supporting me! And most of all, curse me...

"Are you ready, Robin?"

"As ready as I will ever be, Chrom. Let's finish this!"

As ready as anyone can be to commit suicide, in a less literal sense. Standing on the Fell Dragon, Grima, it's all I could do to save this dimension from any further confliction. It was a little less than unpleasant on this flying death machine.

The sky around me was a bright dusk, fumy red, clouded with the scent of dead flesh from the Risen, and a lowly farmboy. Looking at you, Donny Boy! You OP dastard! Should've let you died at the hand of Roddick ages ago.

Nevertheless, balancing myself on Grima's dark, tinted-red back was nearly impossible. With its staggering at every twist and turn, how could I? Forced to be on all fours, I notice something. Other than the sound of Grima flapping his overgrown, scaly wings, and the gust of wind in my snow white hair, it was dead quiet. I could hear naught but my heart beating, the pound that meant the difference between my survival and an everlasting peace.

I always pictured a full-scale war to be a deafening showdown between two companies. Maybe real wars don't need sound? Just the noises of our metals clashing, and our outrageous amount of anger seething through our blades.

If I had any regrets until now, it would be dying without a true love. Unfortunately, no one caught my interests...

Chrom would kill me if I married Lissa, or Lucina in that matter.

Sully is way too intimidating.

Maribelle is one stuck-up son of a b-

Marrying Panne would be beastiality.

Cordelia is in love with Chrom, and only Chrom. Give someone else a chance!

Nowi's practically 8 years old.

Say'ri cries every night about her dead brother.

Tiki is too depressed to marry anyone, knowing they'll die long before she does.

Tharja is a little bit too... well... colorful.

Anna should've just married Gaius! A merchant and a thief married to each other? Absolutely perfect, but NO. She only wanted to marry me, the man about to kill himself.

Don't even get me started about the rest of them.

Guess I shouldn't be so harsh. They are all risking their lives to help me commit suicide. They're so sweet.

My strategy to rush my clone onto Grima's neck and to have all of the rotten, howling Risen occupied by the rest of the Shepherds was about to initiate; to defeat Grima once and for all would give my life a purpose, ridding this world from the Fell Dragon the great Marth defeated millennia ago. With the same exalted Falchion he used in Chrom's hand, we actually had a chance.

Until Grima does the cheekiest of all things imaginable. He didn't let our army move first. Until now, every enemy has graced us Shepherds with the hospitality of first move, what good people they were. This was different. Grima was truly a deadly force to be reckoned with.

With his first move, he shoots a wave of a dusk, purple wave of magic on the whole of our army.

"Hrrngh!" Chrom huffed in extreme pain "...Wh-what... What manner of magic..."

With this, we are all fairly weakened. In our great distraught, my doppelganger, Grima, began mouthing words of dis-encouragement.

"And so it ends, Robin. See how frail these human bonds of yours are? How short lived? How pointless? "

"We're not dead yet!" I struggle to voice.

"Details, details" Grima sighed with a bored expression, shifting to a conniving smirk. "It doesn't have to be this way. You can still save all your friends..."

Grima then pops the question "Become one with me..."

The whole of the army is in hysterics. Not letting Grima, finish, they thought he was proposing... to himself, me. A collective giggle seems to commence, except for Sully. She falls off her horse, with both hands crossed around her torso, rolling around laughing. Which was louder, her laugh or her armor clattering on the ground...?

"So say they did get married, would that be considered masturbation or homosexuality?" A random Shepherd asks in the crowd.

The atmosphere is brought to a complete pause.

"..."

Murmurs fill the horde of Shepherds, as I try to remind them why we're here.

"I meant become one with me, and we shall spare the Shepherds' lives... You sick minded kids, I have even more reason to kill you all!"

Oh, that's what he meant. To be back on track, however...

"Anyways... Will you save these worms? Will you JOIN ME and become a GOD?!"

It's my choice, the future of the world and my friends resting on my palms. Choose to submit to Grima's terrifying power, and he'll save my friends, or allow him to end us all. A jolt of doubt courses through my spine. I'll challenge my fate!

"Do you think me a fool? You'll kill them anyway!"

"...Well, of COURSE I would." Grima bluntly points out. "I only thought you might want to leave your comrades with a heroic, selfless image. But so be it. Leave them with the final memory that you were their undoing!"

Without further ado, Grima quickly finishes me off with a shock of dark magic.

So dark... A sea of black nothingness... I'm usually three steps ahead, but now I'm in a stump. No cards left to play... Is this... death? I was expecting death, but not like this! How could I die so easily... I'm just so... weak.

Grima won. I can't hear, see or feel anything.

Absolutely nothing...

"Yo- ha- fi- back! -ghting!"

Huh...? In this dark abyss, how am I able to hear anything? I can still barely make out a few words, just a few...

"Fight back, Robin! You swore to do so, remember? Now keep your damn word!"

C-Chrom? How? Chrom! Chrom, I can... I can hear you!

"Get up, Robin! No one goes down without my say so..." Demands the irritated Tharja.

Just a bit creepy, but I can hear them... I hear my friends! No way in hell will I let Grima overcome me!

"Your bond with us is stronger than even the Fell Dragon's might!" Chrom yells passionately. "Come on!".

I respond. "Chrom... I'm coming! Let's do this."

With Naga's healing, I can finally put this strife to a close, I'd have to end my life. Looking back at it, maybe not the most charming way to fight a war but the only way. Let the battle commence!

Right away, Chrom and I blitz at the speed of light, like the world depended on it... because it did. The other Shepherds were taking on the seemingly endless waves of Risen, giving us the time we need to finish off Grima for good.

Rushing up my devilish doppelganger got me thinking, what is heaven like? Would I be blessed enough to be seated next to the all powerful Naga, or be damned with the very same calamity as Grima...? With the conflict at hand, I had no time to think about this now. With the rate things are now, I'd know soon enough.

There it was, essentially a mirror right in front of me, trying to destroy his last threat, the Shepherds. NO, Grima and I are nothing alike. His eyes are filled with dangerous motives, and a blood-lust to serve his power-hungry self. All he saw in front of him were two opposing fleas threatening his destructive future. We couldn't possibly co-exist in the same dimension, time to finish this!

I charge up Thoron as soon as Chrom strikes Grima with an unbridled passion. Careful not to fall off of Grima's body, we steady our pace.

Grima blasts a purple fireball at both of us, not thinking that our dodge meant a direct blow to his back. The fire only inches away, I finish charging Thoron. Without a moment's notice, Chrom boldly grabs me and runs out of the line of fire, saving him and I in the process.

Chrom Releasing me onto Grima's back allows me to unleash my...

"THORON!" A sharp ray of light pierces Grima's body, leaving him utterly defenseless.

"...NNGH...AAAAUGHHH..." He screeches in a distasteful manner.

"Now, Robin! This is our chance! I'm going to finish it."

This is it. I can either allow Chrom to dash towards my doppelganger, to land the finishing blow. Meaning, our ancestors 1000 years from now will have to handle this great ordeal all over again, or...

"...Robin?! Wait, what- stop charging Thoron!"

"For once, I'm glad you and I are the same, Grima. Now I can give my life to protect those I care for..."

"YOU WOULD NOT DARE!"

"I would and I will. The evils you would visit on this world are unthinkable... In some way, I- we share the blame. It's only right we meet our end together!"

"Please, NOOOOO!"

"Checkmate..." Thank you, Chrom... For... For everything. Tell the others, my last thoughts were of them. May we meet again, in a better life.

"THORON!"

"Robin, no! Ah Gods, no!"

It's dead quiet, again. Guess that's it. Was all of that just a dream? Where am I now? Is this... heaven? At least the rotten smell of the Risen is gone. It's now of... *sniff sniff*... chocolate and... *sniff sniff* gunpowder!?

BANG!

Author's notes, YEAH:

Cliffhanger... Sorry.

So this is actually my first story!

I had a lot of fun writing this, feel free to criticize. I'm only expecting one person to read this anyways... which would be myself. Sad, right? YUP. I can get a view for reading this on my own account, right?

If I do get a review or favorite, it's either me making a fake account saying how good my story is OR it's a real person... which would make me extremely happy.

Have fun with this and yup, that's it. Hopefully, I'll make a chapter 2 for myself to enjoy reading over... and over... and over again 0.0

Oh, and all reviews are appreciated.

I can handle criticism, honestly :D

Viewer: This piece of crap wasted approximately 7:21 minutes of my time. Stop making stories!

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