Ahaha, so in deviant art the group I created decided to do something, and I decided that I would put it up here too... It might be a bit of a spoiler, but it's based off of my story Defying Fate. XD

DISCLAMIER: I don't own Fire Emblem!

Ball

The day was perfectly clear with absolutely nothing really happening. For a thirteen-year-old Robin, it was a golden opportunity to finally take a break from his hellish life in the Ylissean Castle. For the past few days without Chrom (who was training with Frederick outside the castle walls), council members were spewing embers at him, trying to get him to cause enough trouble. Though it was very tempting for Robin to take their bait, he did his best to ignore them.

He gave a long, heavy sigh as he relaxed against a tree, clutching a book about tactics. Since Emm didn't need him, he was completely ready to spend his entire day in the Royal Gardens, away from practically everyone. The sounds of the rustling leaves and other teens playing somewhere in the gardens almost lured him to sleep.

Almost.

"Oh, no!" tired a familiar voice. Robin was quick to identify who. That was definitely Stahl's voice. He wondered what went wrong...

"Robin, look out!"

His eyes snapped open, only to see a brown ball flying right toward his face. Panicked, he immediately clutched his thick book and smacked the ball away from him. It ricocheted off the cover and headed right for a blond haired teen with a head band. He immediately recognized Vaike's stupid grin. With the book slipping out of his hands, Robin watched with slight awe as the ball smacked Vaike's face dead on.

"Ofh!"

The force of the ball threw the bigger teen off his feet and into the ground. The ball bounced into the air, only to be caught in Stahl's waiting hands right behind Vaike, who gave a groan.

"Ah. Sorry." Robin deadpanned, remembering it was Vaike that he hit. If it was anyone else, he would've been apologizing, but knowing Vaike... Eh, he'd live.

"I'm okay...!" he said as he sat up, sporting a large circle mark on his face. Stahl looked over to Robin and waved.

"Hey, Robin! Wanna join us?" he asked. "Sumia just left our game earlier cause she had training to go to. We need another person!"

Vaike grinned as he puffed up his chest. "Hah! This Vaike will make you join!"

Robin couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he stood up, abandoning his plan for today. "You say that after I smacked you with a ball?"

"What are you sayin'?" Vaike asked, moving out of the way to even their distance as he joined. Robin only laughed.

Ten minutes later, Vaike vowed never to play ball with Robin and Stahl again.

Balcony

Ravina stared up at the night sky from her wide, spacious balcony. The room behind her was so empty, she couldn't stand being in there, let alone sleep in it. Ever since she arrived home in Plegia, something was missing. She could recall faint bouts of laugher lingering on the walls and the sickening pain that radiated off the floors. All those moments of blissful joy were missing, leaving nothing but bitter, gaping hole in her chest, filled with resentment and anguish. She hated it, yet she forced herself to endure it.

Her only escape was the balcony.

The air was fresh untainted by the blood and death that laid over the very tiles of the castle. The skies were clear of billowing smoke and heavy dark magic, showcasing the thousands of little lights that dotted the dark blanket. She could breathe. Out here, she felt free, unbound by anything... Free to die.

She could do it. She could stand on the railing and tip her body over, resulting a devastating fall into the deserts sands.

...And yet, she found herself rooted behind the rails, unable to do it. Something told her that if she went through with that plan, then she would never see her ticket to freedom.

Closing her eyes, she took one breath and relaxed.

If she wanted freedom that badly, then she would have to endure it... with only this balcony as her brief escape from reality.

For her sanity.

For her life.

For her brother, she would endure it.

No matter how long it would take.

Trust

"Stay back, woman!" Lon'qu tired as he practically flew across the camp. Robin and Chrom couldn't help but stand in front of the Command Tent as the Feroxi swordsman shot past him. Robin only had the moment to look after him before he saw his sister hot on his trail.

"What in the world is going on?" Chrom asked, confusion clear on his face.

"Come back here, you coward!" Ravina cried as she threw a fig at a pretty far distance. A few onlookers couldn't help but watch as the fig soared through the air, getting closer and closer to its target. Lon'qu managed to dodge the fig attack with a quick turn, disappearing behind a set of tents. Ravina, on the other hand, shoved her hands into he coat's pockets and pulled out several figs.

"I'm not finished with you yet, Lon'qu!" she exclaimed, taking off the other way. Chrom stared after her, wondering what in the world just happened.

"Did your sister just..."

Robin sighed. "Yes. Yes, she did."

"COME AND FACE ME LIKE A MAN, LON'QU!"

Not even a full minute passed before Lon'qu's voice of defeat was heard, along with cries from other Shepherds.

"I yield! By the Gods, woman, I YIELD!"

"Figs! Figs everywhere!"

"HAH! I told you I'd get you!"

A few hours later, Robin saw Ravina and Lon'qu walking into the mess tent, his sister laughing while the man was as grumpy as always. He was surprised to see his sister standing only three feet away from the Feroxi instead of his ten-feet-away rule.

...Although, he couldn't help but notice a large purple bruise on Lon'qu's face.

"Trust me!" he heard Ravina say, "I'll always make you remember the power of the figs!"

Chrom couldn't help but groan as he face palmed next to Robin. "Robin, please remind me why we trust your sister again."

It only took a moment before the magic-based tactician answered. "...Because she'll make you remember the 'power of the figs'?"

There was a sigh. "Fair enough."

Pudding

"You...made this...?" I asked, staring at the lump of...something in front of me. Despite it's perfectly normal appearance, I just knew something was completely off. Puddings definitely didn't have a pitch black top...right...?

Ravina grinned as she placed her hands proudly on her hips.

"Yup! All this just for you, Robin! I made it with all my cooking spirit!" she admitted. "It's also enriched with just the things you need to help you get better!"

That statement itself made me sweat. I shook my head and pushed the plate out of the way.

"Ravina, I'm not going to eat that." I said bluntly. She faltered.

"What? Why not?" she asked, clearly confused. I sighed and pointed at the monstrous thing-I mean, pudding... Pudding.

"First off, have you ever seen a pudding with a pitch black top like yours?" I asked. Ravina took one look at her monstrosity-I mean pudding.

"Well... no, but-" I didn't let her finish as I held up a hand to stop her.

"No one makes a pudding by roasting it. I mean, what in the world did you put in there? Brussels Sprouts?"

"Of course, I did! Plus a few egg shells and bits of oak wood! They were rich with nutrients and fiber, so I thought, why not add it?" Ravina said proudly. I felt my jaw drop as she continued. "Oh! And bear meat was I mean, if you want to make something healthy, you gotta put the healthy stuff in there, right?"

There was an awkward silence before Ravina laughed a little nervously. "Ahahaha... I take that as a no..."

"YA THINK?" I practically shouted. I got up from the table and grabbed her hand, "That's it! We're doing a cooking lesson, right now!"

"Wait, Robin! What about the pudding?!" Ravina asked as she followed me, almost reluctantly. About an hour later, I managed to make a decently normal pudding. It was...difficult (or border lining to a nightmare), considering the fact that I had to stop Ravina from adding the most ridiculous things into the mixture. Bear meat was one of them. Don't get me wrong, I love bear meat just as much as her, but...I wouldn't go as far as to eat it with a dessert like this. Ugh, and who the hell would eat liver mixed in with their pudding? That was just... ugh.

It seriously made me question just what in the world did Ravina put in her monstrosity earlier, yet at the same time, I didn't want to know since I was sure as heck wasn't going to have the stomach to listen to... that.

"This tastes soooo great!" Ravina swooned as she relished the taste of the pudding I made. I wouldn't go so far as to call myself the best cook, but I knew my food was edible. I heaved a heavy sigh, placing my head on my crossed arms on the table.

"And this is why you follow the recipe." I emphasized, feeling exhaustion weighing down on me. I silently swore to myself to never leave Ravina alone in the cooking tent...or kitchen for that matter. After a few minutes of Ravina polishing off her shared of the pudding and more than half of mine, she couldn't help but notice something.

"Hey, Robin...?" she began hesitantly. I looked up from the measly leftovers of my share. She seemed a little confused. "You didn't eat the pudding I made earlier, right?"

I gave her a sigh. "Of course not."

"Hmm... Then I wonder who did." Her statement nearly made me choke on the sweet dessert. My eyes quickly caught sight of the monstrosity that we left on the table an hour earlier. The blood drained out of my face as my fork slipped out of my hand and clattered loudly on the table.

"Oh, gods, no."

Three hours later, I discovered a miserable Gaius hunched over the corner of the camp with Stahl handing him a water skin.

Butcher

Henry absolutely loved blood. Well, he wasn't much of taking things apart, but he did love seeing the blood flowing out of the wounds. So that's why he was glad that no one noticed his disappearance. He was just making up a hex to counter anything Tharja decided to come up with, until he heard it.

A spy. A Plegian spy. He might've been part of them before, but after finding the true birth heirs to the throne of his country, he didn't hesitate to leave them. As far as he was concerned, anyone who some much as tries to assassinate the only Prince and Princess of Plegia, he would kill them. He would make them regret ever deciding to join the Plegian Forces. Hell, he'll make thembeg that they were never born. Plegian or not, he'll ruin them all.

The moonlight glinted off the blade of his drawn knife. His shaking victim trying to scramble out of the hoard of crows picking at his skin. With one sickening grin and a glinting eye open, he raised his knife.

He'll do anything for his beloved Prince. Even if it means a thousand gallons of blood on his hands.

Then again, why should he care about dirtying his hands?

He did love blood.

Pity

I tried. I seriously tried. It took every once of my willpower not to go up to little Lucina crying in the corner, but even that couldn't stop me. Sighing heavily, I got out of bed, lighting up the closest candle holder and shakily headed down the hall to the nearest bedroom. I had no idea why Chrom placed her in the room near mine. I understood that I was like an uncle to her (technically I was, yet at the same time wasn't) and all, but it was a little much when she would cry at night.

She was only six for Naga's sake!

It hurt to walk down the hall, forcing my aching muscles to move. I supposed that it was my price for studying for hours earlier today. Quietly, I slowly opened her door, her loud wailings filling the air at full volume.

"Luci? What's wrong?" I rasped, silently cursing the sound of my voice. I sounded like I was going to die. Apparently it only made her cry harder. She was sitting up in her bed, rubbing her eyes to clear away the fat tears that ran down her face. I slowly made my way to her bed and placed the candle holder on the night stand. I softly made hushing noises to calm her fit, gently touching her head.

The moment I sat down at the edge of her bed, she launched herself at me, burying her face into my night shirt. I held back a tired sigh and spoke in soft tones. "Shhh, shhh, it's okay, Lucina, it's alright. You're safe. Uncle Robin is riiight here."

I held her close and pulled myself into her bed, settling my back against the headboard. It wasn't normally she had these crying fits in the middle of the night, but when she did, it was... unsettling. I knew exactly why she was crying.

She was scared.

With the war with Valm, things were starting to leak its way in. The horrors of war Chrom and I tried to keep from her had made it to her heart. Reoccurring dreams of someone she loved plagued her from time to time, causing her to have nightmares. She begged me not to tell Chrom though, not wanting to worry her father. Though it bothered me, I decided to keep the little princess's secret.

Her crying finally died down as I rocked her slightly.

"Are you okay now?" I asked her quietly. She didn't look up as she clutched my night shirt in a tight grip. Running a hand through her soft, blue hair, I settled for a more comfortable position. I knew I wasn't going to be able to leave anytime soon with her clinging to me like this. Well, good-bye to my most needed sleep...

"Don't worry, Lucina. I'm right here."

...After all, Lucina needed me now, so might as well.

Zero

"So... how to I look, Father?"

Chrom was appalled by the horrifying sight before him. His beloved future daughter was dressed in the most ridiculous outfit he had ever seen in his life. She wore a screaming pick, frilly dress with ugly dark blue polkadots all over it. To make matters worse, each and every one of those dots held a picture of Emm. Sickeningly orange socks covered his daughter's legs with a horrifying bland color lining it. In her hair was a haphazardly dyed rose clipped to the side of her head.

"By the Gods, Lucina!" he cried once he got his senses back. "Take that off! Go! Now! Change!"

"Y-you don't like it?" the future Ylissean Princess asked, feeling down. Chrom suddenly felt a little guilty.

"Sweetie, I love you, but please! Get out of that before someone sees you!"

But it was too late. There was a pair of footsteps before the tactician twins slipped inside the tent.

"Chrom, I-" Ravina began, lifting her eyes. The moment she say her daughter, she screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING? Take that off! Right now!"

"But Mother-"

"NO! I don't want to hear it!" Ravina cried. Without wasting another second, she grabbed her daughter's wrist and proceeded to drag her out of the tent. "I'm going to show you how to dress up properly!"

As soon as the women left the tent, there was an awkward silence that fill the air. Robin was standing stock still, disbelief clear in his wide, tired eyes.

"I...did not just scar myself...did I?" he asked in a weak voice.

Protest

"Let me touch them." Morgan said quite bluntly, staring right at Yarne's long furry ears. The toguel backed a away slowly.

"No! I'm not going to let you touch them after what happened last time!" he said, hoping that it would stop her. Unfortunately for him, it didn't deter her.

"Come on, Yarne! It'll only be for a moment..." Morgan insisted, making the poor toguel pale.

"No! I said no!" Yarne said, getting ready to scamper off.

"That's it! I'm going to touch those heavenly ears!" the tactician exclaimed, launching herself at him. Yarne barely had the moment to scream as he trip over his own feet and landed on the ground. Morgan, being the stubborn girl she was, immediately grabbed his ears, grinning in triumph. "Yes!"

"No! Stop! Stooop! My ears! My poor ears! Please! Somebody! Heeeeeeelp!"

Unfortunately, Yarne's cries for help fell on deaf ears.

Fence

"You really think this fence is going to hold?" Robin asked as he handed Gregor the last nail. The much older man grabbed the hammer and began to finish up the makeshift fence they built.

"Gregor knows what he's doing. Done it many times! Fail safe!" Gregor assured, speaking in that weird way of speaking he had. Robin only hummed as he moved back to inspect the work. It was pretty decently well done considering the time it took for them to build it... even when Robin mostly handed him nails while the mercenary did everything else.

"Right. I guess this should be good enough for the knights' horses." Robin said as he began to walk around. He couldn't help but notice that there was something amiss. He walked around it once, then he walked around it twice. Confusion took over his face as he moved several feet back. "Hm...?"

"What? You no like Gregor's work?"

"Ah... well, I do... it's just..."

"Just...?" Gregor prompted.

Robin then realized what was missing. "...Gregor, you forgot to add a gate."

Acrobat

Robin couldn't help but stare at the little sparring match that was occurring before him. He was simply amazed how Kellam was able to even move with that massive armor he had on. His moves with predictable yet at the same time unpredictable. One would know how he would attack, but Kellam would disappear for a moment and strike, making his habit to disappear as his advantage.

His opponent was Gaius. That thief was nimble on his feet as he ducked and turned so quickly, that Robin was having a bit of a hard time keeping up. Gaius used the environment as his little advantage while Kellam seemed to disappear from time to time in a few moves he did. Robin couldn't help but feel a little jealous at the two.

Even if he practiced as much as them, he would still fall short of moving in such a way. His agility wasn't the best of marks, but he made up for it with his magic.

He allowed himself a small smirk as Gaius slipped under Kellam and used the lance as a lift to topple him over.

Damn was he thankful Gaius was on his side.

Ahahaha... It was actually easier to write the dramatical parts than the humorous stuff. Well, I tried. So, please! Tell me what you guys thought! Which parts were your favorites? If you wanna check out the group I made, then you can go ahead and find it on Deviant Art. The group is called FE-Literature. XD

Later!

~CloudyLightning