Looks like a few people want some more so hopefully I can deliver. Twice the size as the first chapter, yet still short. Without further ado, here is chapter 2! Please enjoy!


It was another peaceful day in the Halidom of Ylisse. Birds were fluttering, singing their songs in the crisp morning air. The sun had begun to peak through the clouds casting rays of sunshine through the grass. Southtown was busy going about it's usual motions, thankful that they finally had some quiet. It was there that a man was laying in a field not too far off the main road.

"Chrom, we have to do SOMETHING."

"What do you propose we do?"

"I… I dunno…"

"I see you're awake now."

"Hey there!"

"There are better places to take take a nap than on the ground you know. Give me your hand."

Instinctively, Robin raised his right hand up, only to be caught off guard when he was met with nothing but air. He jolted upwards, the blinding light stung his eyes as he tried to open them. When he finally got a good look at his surroundings, he found he was sitting in the exact same field he was found in years prior, but there wasn't a single person in sight. No Chrom or Lissa to pick me off the ground this time huh. Robin smiled at the memory, his first memory.

He started to pull on the wet grass around him. Feeling the slight dampness of his gloves, a thought came to his mind. Anxiously he began to slowly peel off his right glove. As the last bit of fabric left his finger, he turned around his hand only to be met with an unfamiliar sight. No longer did six horrible eyes stare back at him, instead he only saw the whiteness of his own skin. He moved his fingers a few times and blinked. It was gone, the mark was gone, he was free. Robin jumped up and pumped his fist into the air to celebrate, only to regret that decision immediately afterwards as his legs gave way and he tumbled over. Ouch… guess being dead doesn't exactly do wonders for the body. His face was planted firmly in the dirt, but he could do nothing to contain the smile plastered on his face.

He had done it. He had returned, and now the world would forever be free from Grima's influence. Nothing less from the world's greatest tactician! Looks like I may be able to keep my promise after all. While Robin would have liked nothing more than to continue and bask in his victory, he came to a sudden realization that made his stomach churn. How long had he been gone? Days? Months? Years? He shuddered at the thought. Had Lucina moved on? Had she stayed behind after he was gone. Was she even still alive? Scenario after scenario began to pile into his head much to his horror. He had to gather information before he was completely filled with despair. Slowly he picked himself off the ground and when he felt comfortable enough to start moving, he began to take some steps. He pulled his hood down over his head, slipped his glove back on, and started a slow trek towards Southtown.

He received no small amount of glares ranging from ones of curiosity to ones of obvious mistrust as he walked through town. For better or for worse it seemed that nobody had recognized him in his old cloak from when he had helped Chrom and company save the town from brigands. They must have all been too preoccupied with the fact that their prince had saved them that they overlooked the nameless nobody in a robe with a bronze sword in one hand, fire tome in the other. Robin also took extra care in hiding his face to ensure that no one realized the Grandmaster of Ylisse was waltzing around the streets of Southtown. He stepped into the local bar and walked up to the counter.

"Whaddya havin'?" A rather rough looking bartender asked to his hooded guest.

"Ah, sorry if this sounds like a really weird question, I happen to be a bit hungover so my memory is a little groggy." Robin tried not to sound like a complete maniac. "Would you happen to know how long it's been since Grima was defeated?"

"Hmm ya' mean that world endin' dragon or somethin' the Exalt told everybody about?" The bartender was drying some mugs that had just been washed. "It's been 'bout three months or so. Exalt made sure to let everyone know that he had some time travelin' kids or somethin' that helped save the world. Considerin' a huge flyin' dragon burst outta Plegia and flew across the sky for the world to see. Nobody really had much a' choice other than to believe him." The bartender laughed.

Robin breathed a sigh of relief, three months was a long time but considering he could have been gone for much longer, this was a blessing. Still, another question nagged at his mind. "About those time traveling kids you mentioned, did you happen to hear anything about one named Lucina?"

The bartender kept at his mugs. "Lucina huh. Hmm, she's the eldest daughter of the Exalt if I remember correctly. They call the other little princess Lucy now cause' apparently the older one's the future version or somethin' like that, she's got the brand in her eye and everythin'. Quite a few stories of her rejectin' suitors, somethin' about her not wantin' anythin' to do with relationships. Hope you aren't tryin' for her hand friend, you'll get turned down, just like all the rest."

Robin's face lit up. Not only was Lucina still in this time, but it appeared that she still cared for him. He knew he told her to find somebody else to make her happy when he was gone, but knowing that she was turning others away for him made him happier than anyone could imagine. He didn't deserve her, not after all he put her through. It was incredibly selfish of him to decide to sacrifice himself without telling her, she deserved happiness more than anyone. Hopefully if she ever found it in her heart to forgive him, he could still give her some of that happiness. Still Chrom, to think that you went and told everybody about the time travel. Guess it all works out since trying to come up with another cover story would make things more confusing. Robin started to chuckle.

"Talk is nice and all, but if that's it I need to be tendin' to actual customers." The bartender said breaking the silence, clearly becoming impatient.

"Oh I'm terribly sorry, thank you for humoring me, I think this hangover is finally starting to wear off." Robin laughed nervously. "Can I get some jerky, just enough to get me to Ylisstol." While Robin had technically not eaten in three months, a full meal could wait. Getting back to the castle was his utmost priority, he could eat while he walked. Lucky he still had money on him even after disappearing and he placed a coin on the counter.

"Well if your so eager to get shot down by the princess, be my guest." Snarked the bartender as he scooped up the payment and headed to the pantry.

"Hopefully that won't be the case." Robin replied, worry showing on his face. There's nothing more in this world I would want than to share my days with you Lucina. If you will give me the chance, I will do everything I can to make it up to you. This time I fully intend to keep my promise.

With Jerky in hand, and a gleam in his eye, Robin set out towards Ylisstol, hopeful that his reunion with Lucina would be a happy one.


More Robin huh. As if we don't see enough of him already. Chrom and Lissa not finding him in the field after his sacrifice technically goes against canon but oh well, in this story nobody even knew he had a chance to come back. Shout out to exposition bartender, ensuring that everybody gets a picture of whats going on! Robin still has his stuff from before his lack of existing. Don't know why he would bring money to fight Grima, but you never know when you might need some cash. A tactician is always prepared after all. Next chapter is planned to have Lucina in it, but it might take me 2 weeks or so before I release it. I've got my first college finals coming up and should probably study so bear with me. I also want to make sure I get Lucina's character right, be a shame if she came out badly. That will probably happen anyways, only time will tell. Winter break is around the corner so then I should have more time to work on the story then if I'm not busy playing Fortnite(sorry, I'm an awful excuse for a human being, I know.) Until next time!

-Arcale