I've been thinking about writing this for some time now since some reviewers from Summer Fun wondered what would've happened to Robin afterwards. I'll probably keep this short, like around 3-4 chapters.

- Disclaimer: Fire Emblem characters do not belong to me.

- Notice: May contain spoilers. Original characters may be added. Storyline may deviate from original video game. Contains fantasy violence, mild language, alcohol reference, and suggested themes.


A swirl of darkness surrounded Robin, the only voice echoing within the confines of this void was an amused, sinister laugh. His body felt heavy like lead and every inch of his body was withering away, disappearing into the depths of who-knows-where.

Not a moment too soon there was another voice, a familiar cry that pulled him back to Earth. "Robin! Robin, wake up!"

A sharp intake of breath is enough to wake the tactician from his slumber, the same nightmare that has haunted him for the past few days. He blinked several times, registering a pair or scarlet eyes. It's Cordelia and she seems genuinely worried, inspecting his frightened expression. Her hand rests on Robin's shoulder, causing him to grow conscious of the warmth from her hand.

"Good thing you're a light sleeper." She manages a witty grin, but it vanishes much too quickly as a chorus of screams and the sound of mettle clashing draws them back to the reality of their situation.

"What's wrong? What's happening?" Robin wiped away the bead of sweat from his forehead, the energy from his extremities returning slowly but surely.

"We're under attack. The Risen just came out of nowhere." She stood up, following behind as they took their weapons, her handcrafted spear and his silver sword. Robin's tent was rippling wildly from the effects of the mountainous winds and then a spear tears its way through the fabric nearly missing his head. Robin collected himself quickly, rushing out immediately, eyes scanning Ricken fighting alongside Tharja as they fend off several skilled archers.

To his right was Chrom, dueling an axe-wielding Risen with some difficulty. His trusted sword Falchion connected with his enemy and he pushed back forcefully, driving it back against a tree. "Robin, a little help here?"

The tactician ran to his aid without hesitation, dodging several swings from the incoming Risen, slipping through with a few minor scratches. His silver sword decapitates Chrom's enemy, relieving him as he smiles gently. "Thank you."

"No problem." The adrenaline is coursing through his veins and he finds himself enjoying the thrill of battle.

Chrom's eyes widen at Robin for a second, but he realizes too late that he's dropped his guard. "Watch out!" Chrom pushes him aside, a thunder spell impaling his left shoulder. The Ylissean heir stumbles back and Robin holds his hand out to counter. There's the absence of his book in hand and he fails to cast a single spell. He must've left it back at his tent!

Chrom doesn't seem to be mortally injured, but he will have some trouble wielding Falchion with one arm. Just in the nick of time, Lissa runs through the fray and tends to her brother's side. "I'll be fine. Help out the others."

Robin didn't need Chrom to tell him that, but he makes sure that Lissa is paired with Virion to ensure their safety. The battle continues and the amount of Risen that have spawned is tremendous.

The winds blow harshly, limiting the capabilities of their Manaketes, Pegasus Knights and Dark Fliers. It's a huge disadvantage. Had things played out differently, this battle would've been finished minutes ago.

Robin's blade manages to kill several Risen as he makes his way to Sumia, his back pressing flatly against hers. "How are you holding up?"

"I've been better." She strikes her lance at one of the Risen, a vapor of smoke signalling the fall of one enemy. Her breathing is labored and he can tell she's reaching her limit. Melee combat has never been one of Sumia's strengths.

From a distance, Vaike swings his axe wildly, the ferocity in his eyes gleaming brightly. It's a sign of enjoyment as he relishes the fall of every foe, grinning with anticipation as he leaps to help out the others. Robin grinned to himself, grateful that he's allied with someone as strong as Vaike despite his reckless technique. Thanks to his stunt, the Risen have dwindled to a few in number and victory seems to be in their favor.

Sumia and Robin fight long enough for Cordelia to reach them. Her face is scrunched in heavy concentration. "You two seem to be having fun." The tone of her voice sounds slightly bitter, but maybe that's just what Robin thinks.

"Yes, we have." Sumia finishes the last foe, sending purple vapors in his direction. Robin lowers his sword and she nudges his shoulder, prompting some sort of reply.

"Y-Yeah." Was all the tactician could manage as Cordelia glanced back and forth between him and her best friend. Their eyes meet briefly and he realizes that her bitter tone earlier was no mistake.

After the events back in the Hotrealm, things were never the same as they were before. Well, at least not for Robin.

"Thanks for the backup." Sumia stuck the blunt end of her lance into the soil while Cordelia takes her leave. He can't help but watch her walk away alone. Sumia and him were just friends, just like how she and he were, so he didn't understand why she was upset.

"Anytime." Robin's words feel empty. Sumia pursed her lips, finding someone else to turn to. It's apparent their conversation was beginning to take a strange turn.

Eventually Sumia's eyes drift over to Chrom who was walking alongside Libra and Lissa. "Are you okay?" She rushed over to their leader and forgets Robin altogether.

He doesn't really mind though because he has other things to check up on, his books being the first priority. As soon as he arrived to his tent, now tattered and torn in several places, Robin bent down to check if they were still in usable condition. He smiled to himself, lucky enough to have them still in one piece. He took one of the older books in hand, taking note that his favorite one was nowhere to be seen. A chill runs down Robin's spine as someone else clears their throat. Turns out he's not alone.

"You forgot this." Behind Robin stood Tharja, her lidded eyes narrowed solely at him. As soon as the book drops on the ground, he flinches, hoping that she wouldn't damage it any further. Some of these book were worth a fortune, others with sentimental value.

He neatly placed the book onto the pile of others then walked over to the dark mage. She had a few scratches on her cheeks along with some remnants of dirt in her hair. It must've been a rough battle for her.

"And what exactly was your excuse?" She crossed her arms, trying to look intimidating. He'd learned the hard way that despite her small stature, she sure could pack a punch with her troublesome hexes. If any girl was to be feared among the Shepherds, Tharja would be the first.

He stayed quiet, holding his tongue out of fear. She'd been like this for a while, expecting them to fight together in almost every battle. Unfortunately, that wasn't how he operated. As the group's tactician, he aided whoever needed the most help in the hear of battle. By the look of how things were progressing earlier, Tharja seemed to be just fine working with Ricken.

"I just forgot to take it with me." Robin bent down to retrieve his book, but she nailed her heel onto the leather-bound cover immediately. He had to suppress the urge to whimper. This book really meant a lot to him.

From below, she looked menacingly tall. His eyes scaled the position she's in; both hands on her hips, legs crossed over each other, her lips forming a subtle pout, eyes delving deep into his soul. He can't seem to look away since they've trailed every inch of her body, most especially her legs.

Tharja remains quiet and Robin's face must've been cherry red by then because his heart was beating so fast he could hear it pulse through his eardrums. As politely as he could, he tore his eyes away. "Can I have my book now?"

Tharja's eyes continued to berate him silently before deciding to free his most beloved book. She stayed in his room long enough for him to stand as he dusted off the prints from her heel marks. Why oh why did girls get upset so easily? That was a question he had frequented since the Hotrealm's events.

Tharja stormed closer as they both stared at each other, her eyes unyielding as they stood this was for thirty seconds. 30 seconds because Robin somehow managed to keep track of how much time had passed between them. Without another word, she turned back with a huff of discontent, marching away just like how Cordelia once did.

Robin took a deep breath and sighed. The events from the Hotrealm weren't the best in his life. It had sparked a few controversial rumors. Okay, maybe few was an understatement.

As soon as Ricken found all of the girls in his room sound asleep that morning, it left many to assume what had actually happened. Robin had tried his best to convince the other boys that nothing had transpired, but they all brushed it off, disregarding his 'excuses'. Anna had nothing on but a towel and that was all they needed to jump to extreme conclusions.

Robin stepped out of his tent only to be ambushed by Vaike's arm around his neck. "You gotta tell ol' teach how you did it!"

"Did what?" He could've sworn his grip was tightening because Robin found myself wheezing for air within the next five seconds.

"Ya know," Vaike released his hold on Robin as he massaged his throat, thanking Naga that the fighter didn't keep it up for too long. He followed the direction of his eyes, glancing at the girls from afar.

"I already told you, I didn't do anything." He really didn't, they sort of just popped up at his doorstep without warning. If only Vaike knew that was the honest truth.

"It's no fun when you keep all your secrets to yourself." He swung his axe over his shoulder, successfully cutting a strand of Robin's golden hair. Vaike didn't seem to be too be happy with his answer as he walked away to join his buddy, Donnel.

From above, the clouds parted slowly, making way for the full moon to shine over the Shepherds. The wind picked up fast and Robin inhaled the heavenly scent of fresh cedar and pine trees. It helped clear his mind as well as the tension from earlier.

He walked away from the camp, sitting on top of a rock overlooking the valley. Lately, Robin often found himself sitting in deep thought, reflecting on his existence, the role he'd play eventually, and the effects of this seemingly endless war. What would become of him if his nightmares would finally come true and he would assume Grima's true form?

Even after the months he'd joined Chrom and the Shepherds, he had no countermeasures, no way to ensure that he wouldn't destroy this very world. Robin was sure he was human, but how long would he stay this way? The fact that he possessed this dark power locked inside frightened him. There were times when he'd felt himself slipping, Grima's grasp clawing its way for control. If he were to somehow kill his friends in the end, Robin could never forgive himself.

He searched for a small rock, rolling it between his slender fingers. All he could feel was its rough, coarse surface as his thoughts ran deeper, considering his relationships with his comrades.

Back at the beach, a lot had happened. The most prominent memory was that he shared a kiss with not one, but two of his closest friends. Robin tossed the rock in his palm, throwing it over the cliff. He had never really considered being romantically interested with any of his comrades.

But what of the kiss? Did they mean anything to him? He slumped back, closing his eyes for an answer. Love was something he had never figured out. Did he even have any romantic experiences before being an amnesiac? Robin wasn't quite sure.

He blinked several times, leaning over the horizon. In any case, it wouldn't be wise to establish bonds with someone of his kind, a vessel to their enemy.

Robin looked to his right, Aversa stepping out behind the night's shadows. She held out her hand, then stepped closer, running it over his shoulder.

"Something on your mind?" It didn't come across as a question. She knew he'd been pondering about a few things for some time now.

"Yes," Robin replied solemnly, not really looking forward to what antics Aversa would throw at him next.

The dark flier studied him hard, noting his downcast expression very uncharacteristic. She sauntered towards him, basking in the midnight glow. Her silvery hair flowed lightly, whipping around her face. For a second Robin could've mistaken her for an angel, that is until her lips cracked into a devious grin. Aversa turned slowly, her eyes growing soft at the tactician.

"Come love, let's take a stroll."


...To be continued

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