Here is my latest project!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem, duh.

Honestly I've been wanting to do an Awakening retelling for a loooong time. This is my favorite game for the 3DS, and I've always wanted to do the rest. But uh first a few things I should say:

It will be starring Robin, not me. The default one with white hair and-screw it, the one from smash bros.

I WILL be doing pairings! Rejoice! Sadly, however, I will NOT be marrying Lucina. It pains me to say this, as she's my number one waifu for laifu, but at this point it's incredibly overused in stories like these. Want your girl picked? Convince me. Just not Lucina. Or Nowi/Nah, Naga forbid.

I kill characters. More than most people do. Don't worry, I'm not going Game of Thrones on these poor guys, but there ARE a considerable amount of deaths. And no, plot relating characters that 'retreat' aren't safe either. So Lissa can die pretty much.

Don't expect updates often. I have two other stories I'm writing, so this is a side project. It'll get its focus eventually, just have patience.

That's all. Now without further ado, so begins the first chapter of Unyielding Fate.

000

"Chrom, we have to do SOMETHING!"

"Well what do we propose we do?"

"I…. I-I don't know."

The sound of voices woke him up with start, and his curiosity about who they were was suddenly cut from his mind as pain shot through his head, forcing his eyes to shoot open.

Two people were leaning over him, relief etched on their face as they saw his awakened state.

"Ah, I see you're awake now," said the older of the two. He had blue hair, thick muscles, and wore a single shoulder guard over his light armor. Despite his intimidating expression, he had a warm smile, and his features were soft.

The younger was a girl, with blond pigtails and the same smile and soft expression, leading him to believe the two were related. "Hi there!"

The older man chuckled a little. "There are better places to take a nap then on the ground, you know."

He held out a hand, and the man took it, rising to his feet. The two stared at each other for a moment, before Robin looked awkwardly away. This guy has REALLY deep blue eyes.

"Are you alright?" Asked the man with blue hair, his smile changing to a look of concern.

The man forced a small smile through his splitting headache. "Yes, thank you Chrom."

The man blinked. The name had come to him. In fact, that dream he was having…..that look of betrayal….

"Ah, so you know of me?" Chrom asked, an eyebrow raised.

The man rubbed his nose. "No…It Just-I…. I'm sorry, I'm a bit confused at the moment…."

"It's fine, we'll get you to the nearest village and settle this," said Chrom patiently. "What's your name, stranger?"

"I-I..." The man froze. He didn't know his own NAME!? He tried to think of a memory, anything, but nothing came up except for Chrom's goddamn blue eyes.

"Oh! I've heard of this!" Piped up the girl in excitement. "It's called amnesia!"

"It's called a load of Pegasus dung," came a calm, yet suspicious voice. The man had somehow missed the third of the three travelers, which was impressive, considering his tall stature, intimidating expression, and bold blue armor. "You expect us to believe that you know milord's name and not your own?"

The man, caught off guard, stuttered. "I-no, I don't…..know…? Where even am I?"

"What if he IS telling the truth?" said Chrom pointedly. "We can't just leave him here; what kind of shepherds would we be then?"

"With all due respect," countered Frederick. "It would not be wise to let a wolf into our flock."

The man blinked. "Wait you guys tend sheep? In full armor?"

"It's a dangerous job," said Chrom seriously. "Just ask Frederick the Wary over here."

"A title I wear with pride," said Frederick. "Gods forbid SOMEONE shows a hint of caution."

"I understand Frederick, it's in your job description," said the man, hoping to get on the intimidating knight's good side. "I would do no less."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," snorted Frederick, but not without a smile.

For the first time since waking up, the man grinned. "Well it was worth a shot."

Chrom chuckled, and the girl giggled. Even Frederick managed a grim smile.

"Let's talk at the nearest village. There are better places to speak then an open field, and Ylisse is known for its hospitality," said Chrom, clasping his shoulder. "Though some introductions seem to be in order."

Chrom smiled slightly. "As you know, I'm Chrom, and Frederick is my second in command. The delicate one is my sister, Lissa."

"I am NOT delicate!" Lissa shouted, punching Chrom in the shoulder. "Excuse my brother, he can be thick."

Frederick was pulling on the reins of a powerful looking warhorse, its armor the same color as Frederick himself. "I hate to interrupt, but if we want to reach the village by nightfall, it would be wise to hasten our pace."

Chrom nodded. "Come along then, friend. We'll sort everything out when you arrive. Then you can nap somewhere more comfortable."

Frederick snapped the reins and his horse started off in a quick trot, making sure to shake his head at the man in disapproval. Lissa immediately began pestering the poor knight for a ride. The man followed them with a sigh.

"Why don't I get a say in this?" He asked, to nobody in particular.

000

Despite following strangers in a strange forest and traveling to a strange place in a strange land he couldn't even remember, the man had to admit to himself that whatever the land was, it WAS beautiful. The trees were green and vibrant, and he had to admit the little tune Lissa was humming was catchy, so he was in surprisingly good spirits.

"So…this place is called Ylisse? It's definitely something to look at," said the man, a bit out of breath in an attempt to catch up to Chrom's brisk pace. He apparently wasn't in the best physical shape, but at least Lissa seemed to be in a similar situation with her constant groaning and moaning.

Unfortunately, Frederick overheard, and responded before Chrom could get a chance. "You claim to know milord's name and not his Halidom? Ha! Pay this actor, he plays quite the fool!"

"Frederick…." Chrom said with a sigh.

"The furrowed brow is especially convincing."

"You really can't remember your own name?" Asked Lissa, desperate to change the conversation.

"I'm afraid not," said the man, ignoring Fredrick's snort of disbelief. "Though, heh I do seem to remember always hating it."

Lissa bounced up and down, momentarily forgetting her exhaustion. "Ooh! We can come up with a NEW name!?"

Chrom grinned at her. "I'm sure he dosen't-"

"Sure, that sounds like fun!" said the man, unsure of why he was so excited. He must have REALLY hated his old name.

"It should be something cool! Like uh…. Odin! Owain! Or Bubbles! Yeah! Bubbles! It's perfect!" Lissa exclaimed.

The man gave Chrom a horrified look, and the other man laughed loudly. Lissa glared at the two of them as the man joined in, before looking in astonishment at one of the trees. "Whoa, look!"

The three men looked up to see a robin on a perch, staring at the four of them.

Fredrick smiled warmly at the young girl's reaction. "It's the springtime milady. I expect this won't be the last robin we see."

At once, the bird flew from its perch, flying past Frederick and landing on the man's arm, who shouted in surprise and stumbled back. The robin caught itself, giving what seemed to be a haughty look before flying to the nearest tree. It continue to leer at him in a manner not unlike Frederick.

The man shook his head, getting over his surprise. He looked up at three and found them all laughing at his actions.

"W-well I think we know what to call you now," laughed Lissa.

"Call me what? Bird shit?" Robin asked, joining in on the laughter.

"No, silly! Robin!" Lissa said. The man suddenly stopped for a moment, and Chrom and Lissa spun around.

"Is something wrong?" Asked Chrom.

"That name is PERFECT!" Said the man with a wicked grin.

Chrom smiled. "Then Robin it is then."

Lissa pouted. "Fine, but I'm still calling him Bubbles."

Frederick had been scouting ahead again, suddenly paling. Chrom noticed and ran to the bigger man's side.

"What is it?" He asked, before his eyes widened. A fire was enveloping one of the buildings in the village, half a mile away.

Robin ran to catch up. "That's no accident!"

"No," Frederick. "Brigands. Once again attacking defenseless village."

"We need to hurry! Shepherds, to arms!" Chrom shouted, unsheathing a sword that seemed strikingly familiar to Robin. Frederick's lance was at the ready, and he tossed a staff to Lissa, who's happy demeanor was replaced by one of determination.

"Hey what about m-"Robin started, but the three of them were already gone.

"Me. Ugh, great. Now what?" Robin muttered to himself. Could he fight?

For the first time since awakening, Robin got a good look at himself. He was wearing a heavy hooded coat, and from what he could tell his hair was pure white. He reached into the pocket of his coat, his expression altering when he pulled out a bronze sword.

Snatching it in his hand, he ran after the thee shepherds, who had gotten a healthy head start on him.

000

When Robin arrived at the village, he wasn't expecting…. such violence. Townspeople screamed and ran as bandits set fire to buildings, shouting out war cries all the way.

Robin found Chrom fairly easily behind some overturned vendors and food wagon. He was facing a bandit with an axe a with his sword, swinging it with what seemed like a lifetime of training. Lissa ducked behind another wagons, her staff held close to her as she watched her brother.

A third lunge at Chrom from behind, but Robin moved quickly, knocking aside the blade with his bronze sword.

Unfortunately, he had both overestimated his skill with a sword and underestimated the bandit's skill with an axe, and he was forced back, barely deflecting the vicious blows.

Chrom on the other hand had a feral grin as he struck hard, savagely throwing the axe to the side and slashing the sword down the bandit's chest, who fell with a gasp.

At the same time, Robin's bronze sword was hit out of his grip, spinning and clattering on the ground. Robin flinched as the other bandit moved in for the kill.

But then the man froze, looking down at the tip of the blade that was protruding out of his chest.

Chrom kicked the bandit to the side, and with a grumble of pain he stumbled into one of the food trucks and collapsed, dead.

Chrom smiled at Robin, once more helping him to his feet. "Thanks for the help, though I can't exactly praise your swordplay."

"Oh give me a break, I'm an amnesic," Robin said drolly. "And besides, it's the only weapon I-whoa."

Chrom's eyebrows rose as Robin produced a spell book from the pockets of his coat.

"Are you a mage?" He asked, somewhat warily.

Robin flipped through the book. "I…. I think so. I suppose I should check…."

Chrom gulped. "I'll be taking a few steps back if you don't mind."

Suddenly, Lissa's shrieks pierced the air. A third Bandit, this time armed with a sword, struck down where the girl had been merely moments before as she darted to the side.

"Lissa!" Chrom cried, sprinting towards his sister's attacker, but Robin beat him to it, instinctively stretching a hand and releasing power from his fingertips. A small blast of lightning flew past Chrom's shoulder and struck the bandit squarely in the chest, throwing him back. He didn't get back up.

"Whoa! Robin!" Lissa's eyes widened as if she had just seen him for the first time. "Swords AND magic?"

"Yep," said Robin, snapping the spell book shut. "Definitely a mage. Where's Frederick?"

Right on cue, Frederick arrived on horseback, tossing the corpse of a bandit to the side. "What is HE doing here?"

Robin shrugged. "To be honest….I don't know myself. But I know my way around a fight and I want to help."

Lissa quietly raised her staff, healing Chrom of a gash on his shoulder.

Frederick looked like he wanted to say something, but Chrom gave him a look, silencing him. "Thank you Robin, that means a great deal to us. Frederick, did you take care of the bandits?"

"Six of them, milord. The other four is trying to make a stand at the outskirts."

Chrom raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you kill those ones?"

Frederick managed a small smile. "What fun would that be?"

000

Chrom ducked behind a wall, clutching his sword. He made to move, but Robin caught his arm.

"Archers," he mouthed. Chrom nodded in understanding.

"What do we do then?"

Robin thought for a moment. "You and Frederick lead the charge. From this position, the archers would have to reveal themselves if they wanted even a remote chance at hitting the two of you. As soon as that happens, I'll bring them down from behind cover."

Chrom nodded, impressed. "Wow. You certainly have an eye for tactics, don't you?"

Robin shrugged. "I must have studied this before I lost my memory. Everyone ready?"

Frederick curtly nodded, and Chrom rose his sword. Lissa winked at him from behind cover.

"Go!" Shouted Robin, ducking under cover. Frederick and Chrom leapt out, charging for the shocked bandits.

The two broke through the lines easily, and while Chrom was easily thrashing the criminals, Robin was marveled by Frederick's incredible technique and power, felling multiple bandits with a single stroke.

But more importantly, an archer suddenly was in the corner of his eye, knocking an arrow. The poor man did not even see the thunder spell hit him in the face and throwing him off the roof he had chosen.

Before Robin could celebrate his victory, an arrow impaled itself into his shoulder. Robin gasped as he remembered as pain felt, but through the tears in his eyes he fired another thunder spell at the archer who had shot him before the man could aim another arrow.

Chrom slashed through the last bandit, and Lissa immediately went to work to heal Robin's shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?" Asked Chrom, running over. That line sounded so familiar….

"I'm fine. Merely a…AH! Flesh wound," Robin said through grit teeth as Lissa ripped out the arrow.

Chrom patted Robin on his uninjured shoulder. "On the bright side, you've gotten your first battle scar!"

Frederick, who was speaking with one of the village elders, galloped over. "Did you notice milord? Those hitmen spoke with a Plegian accent."

"Question. What is Plegia?" Robin asked to Frederick, but it was Chrom who answered.

"Ylisse's westernly neighbor. We're on the verge of war, and they like to 'unofficially' send out raiding parties to instigate us."

Lissa sniffed. "And it's the poor farmers that have to pay for it. It's not fair!"

"Milady, that's why we're here. shepherds, to protect the sheep."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Robin said, clasping a hand to his head. "I get it now."

Lissa giggled. "Thanks Frederick. I needed that."

Chrom sighed. "Well we'd best get going. I'm growing worried about Ylisstol's condition."

"What!? B-but it's almost nighttime!" Lissa cried in despair.

"We'll just set up camp," said Frederick. "You were the one who so adamantly wanted to join us, remember?"

Lissa snorted. "Frederick? Sometimes I hate you!"

As the four laughed, Chrom looked to Robin. "You're free to go if you wish, but we could always use someone like you in our ranks. We'd be happy to have you."

Robin didn't even hesitate. "It would be an honor, Chrom."

As the four set off, a single robin watched from its perch, watching them with a strange look. Finally it took off, following the four as they made their way to a dense forest….

000

Hope it was a good start. This was a pretty new experience for me.

Once again, don't expect updates very often. At this point it comes second (or third?) to my other projects.

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