It had been a strange day for Robin. First, he woke up in a field with next to no memories and was picked up by an odd assortment of "shepherds." Then he fought off a band of brigands in a town, which may have been one of the most normal parts of his day, and during the battle he discovered that he had an amazing talent for tactics. Even their meal had been unusual in the form of bear of all things.

However, the strangest thing to happen had to be the odd monstrosities falling from the sky along with fire and brimstone. Robin was beginning to wonder if he was cursed or something as he fired a thunder spell at one of them. He had to admit that these things were resilient, as his target shrugged off his attack and kept coming for him.

Unfortunately, he lacked the time to cast again or draw his blade. Fortunately, he did not have to as the creature ended up bisected by a masked individual before said individual darted off to finish off the rest of them. Robin absently wondered if things could get any stranger as he ran to rejoin his new allies.

"Is that the last of them?" Chrom asked as Robin caught his breath. That last one was big! How was Chrom acting so calm about all of this?

"It would appear so milord," The large knight, Frederick, answered, "It would seem that this lad took care of the rest."

"I don't think I got your name," Chrom offered his hand which the mysterious individual just stared at, probably, before replying.

"You may call me Marth," The stranger spoke after deciding to pass on the handshake.

"Oh, like the hero-king of old? Well you certainly fight like a hero."

Robin was starting to notice that something was off about this "Marth." For one, whenever he spoke it just seemed like he was trying way too hard to hide something; his voice sounded forced. Also, his posture was way too rigid to be natural, again, like it was forced. Not to mention that mask seemed like one of the most impractical things to wear into combat. It had to have seriously impaired vision.

The more he thought about it, the more Robin started to distrust this newcomer. Not to mention how bizarre what he was saying was. Unfortunately, Chrom did not seem quite so keen on noticing these things and was apparently trusting to a fault. Not that he should complain since that was likely the only reason he was not left to fend for himself or hauled away in chains. Still, he would keep an eye on this person should he ever show himself again in any case. Maybe their paths would not cross again, but somehow Robin doubted that it would be so simple. Especially if the rest of the day were any indication.

Lucina stopped to breathe after determining that she had put enough distance between herself and her father. She took her mask off almost as soon as she stopped because, truth be told, she hated that thing. It was dreadfully uncomfortable and severely obstructed her vision.

However, even with limited vision, seeing her father again was quite the experience. No amount of preparation could have braced her for the shock of seeing him, but she thought she held up rather well considering the circumstances.

Chrom was not the only familiar face though. Seeing her aunt and sir Frederick delighted her too. In Frederick's case it had been many years since she had last seen the loyal knight, and it just renewed her determination to make sure that they survive the coming events.

Which brought her thoughts to Robin. Her father's best friend and the prime candidate for being his murderer as well. Robin was around a lot in her early years and he always seemed to genuinely care about her parents and the Shepherds which made it harder for her to reconcile him to the role of murderer. Of course, she was but a child, and she only knew him as a child could.

In any case, she would have to be careful in handling the tactician. For one, she had no definitive proof that he was guilty. Robin was also instrumental in winning the two wars to come so eliminating him early could cause other problems. Plus, she just really did not want to harm the man if she could avoid it. Hopefully she could prevent such a predicament from ever arising by changing things now.

With renewed vigor she redawned her mask and made her way to her next destination to save the future. Maybe along the way she would even learn who the tactician really was.

A/N: And on behest of a friend, here is the next remaster!