My name is Robin. I'm a tactician. I don't know where I came from. I don't know who my parents were. I don't know much of anything about who I was before now.
Or at least, that's how I would've introduced myself a few years ago.
My name is Robin. I'm a tactician for the Shepherds, the group of warriors led by Ylisse's Exalt, Chrom. I'm originally from Plegia, the desert land that shares its borders with Ylisse. My father was a vile man named Validar. He was a man devoted to the idea of a world of darkness and to the fell dragon Grima, whom I shared my own blood with. Thanks to Validar, I got to go on a grand adventure to save the world and I met lots of friends and new people. Chrom's daughter, Lucina, came back from the future along with some of her friends, the children of the Shepherds, to help us save the world from Grima. But it was also a journey filled with death and suffering, not only for Ylisse, but for the rest of the world. I nearly died when I sacrificed myself to save my companions, but somehow I survived, and we're back together again. I live a happy life in Ylisse now. Our future is bright. We venture out far less often than we used to because there's hardly ever a need to. Now we only go out to deal with the occasional Risen outbreak or bandit raid. It's a good life. I like it. I consider myself blessed to be around all my friends and my beautiful girlfriend, Emmeryn.
Hm… Emmeryn. The mere mention of her name is enough to set my heart racing. She's the former Exalt of Ylisse, Chrom's older sister and Lucina's aunt. She's a beautiful and amazing person. We've been through so much together. We've known each other for about as long as I've known Chrom. The first time I set eyes on her, I felt such a strong attraction to her. Coincidentally, we've both stared death in the face… me when I sacrificed myself for Grima and Emm when she sacrificed herself for Ylisse.
Speaking of staring death in the face… I remember Emm's death vividly. It was… inexplicable. I suppose the most fitting way to describe it is soul-wrenching. It's the most painful thing I've ever had to endure, save for my near-death experience at the hands of Grima. At that point, we weren't a couple, but I felt a strong connection with her, and an even stronger desire. In a sense, I loved her. I'm sure the other Shepherds had it much worse than I did, and I pity them. My own pain burned. It hurt. It felt like my heart was ripped from my chest and someone dumped salt into the wound. I will never forgive Gangrel for that. I hope he's still rotting on that battlefield I slew him on.
I love Emm endlessly. Her beautiful golden hair, the way she smiles at me, her gracefulness, her Brand, her voice, even the cute dimples she gets when she smiles. But my favorite thing about her is her laughter. Her laughter is melodic, even angelic. It's so wonderful to listen to. I could listen to it forever. I was so happy that day we found her wandering around a town. I cried. I cried even more than Lissa, which is saying a lot. You know, there's that saying, "If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be." Well, I let Emm go. And she came back. And we're together. And I love her.
Sometimes I wonder how she feels about me. She's the kind of person who shows her feelings rather than saying them, but that may be because of the speech impairment that came about as a result of her fall. She also has amnesia because of her fall, which is something I can relate to. Luckily for Emm, her friends and family can help her relearn her memories. I didn't have that privilege, but I'm glad I didn't. I don't want to know what my life was like before I met the Shepherds.
Something that's confused me is how our child didn't come back from the future with Lucina and the others. Or maybe they have, and we just haven't found them. We've found everyone else's children… I even know my child's name. Morgan. It's a name I've had picked out for a while now. I never asked any of the other children about Morgan because I'm afraid to know the answer. I'd rather not know of their fate. Emm feels the same way. We've considered going on an expedition to search for Morgan, but Chrom needs me in case of an attack and he needs to stay with his people. So we wait for them to find us.
It's usually not too bad waiting for Morgan, though. Emm and I concern ourselves with other things… like each other. Every day is a new adventure for us. Every day has the potential to become a story that we pass down to our children. And sometimes, days really do become stories. I've decided to write them down and keep them in a big book for when our children, whenever we may have them, are old enough to listen to our stories. The book is called Chronicles of the Exalt.
