"Chrom, we have to do something…", a loud voice said stabbing his ears. Dear gods, first that god-awful vision and now this? He thought begrudgingly with his eyes closed. I swear that... wait, did she say Chrom?
"What do you propose we do?" asked a familiar sounding voice. Ok now I know that I know that voice. He thought trying to open his eyes.
"Well I...I dunno.", the louder voice said, now sounding distinctly feminine. He opened his eyes and saw two people: a young man with deep blue eyes with hair the same colour dressed in light, blue clothing with armour down the left side, and a girl that looked to be late in her teens with blonde hair in pigtails in a yellow dress.
They both gave a small gasp and recoiled a bit. Oh damn, he thought, do I really look that bad? "I see you're awake now" the blue haired man said bringing him back to reality.
"Hey there", the girl said with an embarrassed laugh.
"There are better places to sleep than on the ground you know", the familiar blue haired man said with a chuckle, offering his hand, "give me your hand." He took the man's hand and noticed a purple mark on the back of his own. I guess I'll have to look into that later, he thought absently.
"You all right?", the blue haired guy asked. "Y-yes...", he stammered a bit embarrassed. Wait a minute, didn't she call him Chrom? Well, nothing ventured nothing gained. He thought before saying, "Thank you, Chrom."
A sharp look of suspicion crossed Chrom's face. "Ah, then you know who I am?" He asked, his hand moving to rest around the hilt of his sword. A man in heavy armour behind him seemed to be ready to strike at any moment.
He put his hands up in a defensive manner. "No, actually, I think I heard her call you that before I got up.", he said, pointing at the girl behind Chrom.
Chrom seemed to relax a bit after his question was answered. "Well then", Chrom said, "Tell me, what's your name? What brings you here?"
"Of course, my name is...it's...hmm?" He racked his brain for an answer. Can I really not remember my own name?, he thought, now thoroughly troubled by his lack of memory.
"...you don't know your own name?", Chrom asked, the suspicion creeping back onto his face.
"I'm not sure if...I'm sorry", he stuttered, something starting to dawn on him as he looked around, "but where am I, exactly?" I am either going to make it out of here with a few answers or I'm going to die, he thought, and I must look like a complete and utter fool.
The girl was the next to speak, taking the attention of everyone except the man in armour, whose eyes burned into the stranger's head. "Hey, I've heard of this!", she exclaimed, voice still hurting his ears, "It's called amnesia!"
Chrom looked at him hard for a moment before the knight behind him broke his silence, "It's called questions load of pegasus dung", he said harshly, glare never leaving his face, "we're to believe that you just happened to be lying in the field where we were planning on traveling with no memory of who or where you are?"
He was speechless. This man lacked any form of compassion. "B-but it's the truth!", he said desperately.
Chrom stepped in between the two men and looked into the knight's eyes. "what if it is true, Frederick? We can't just leave him here alone and confused.", he said almost scolding the knight, Frederick, "what sort of Shepherds would we be then?"
The fire in Frederick's eyes didn't leave. "Just the same, milord, I must emphasize caution. T'would not do to let a wolf into our flock.
"Chrom nodded in agreement, "right then-we'll take him back to town and sort this out there."
'He' took a step back after listening to the entire exchange. This is certainly shaping up to be something interesting, but how involved do I really want to get?, 'He' thought in panic, "wait just one moment. Do I have any say in this?"
"Peace friend, Chrom sighed, "we'll hear all you have to say back in town. Now come."
The group started to walk to Southtown, the closest town for several days travel from the field 'He' was found in. He still was uncertain about whether or not he made the right choice with following the three shepherds but hadn't yet voiced his opinion. He decided that enough was enough and stopped walking and asked, "What will you do with me? Am I to to be your prisoner?"
Chrom stopped walking and looked at him with a smile on his face. "Haha! ", he laughed, "You'll be free to go once we establish you're no enemy of Ylisse."
Ylisse?, he thought before asking, "Is that where we are? Ylisse?"
It was Frederick who answered, "You've never heard of the Halidom?" The suspicion came back to his eyes, "Ha! Someone pay this actor. He plays quite quite the fool! The furrowed brow is especially convincing..."
'He' just gave Frederick a look of complete exasperation before Chrom spoke up, "Frederick, please", he then looked at 'him' and explained, "This land is known as the halidom of Ylisse. Our ruler, Emmeryn, is called the Exalt." He had a small smile on his face as he spoke. He snapped back to reality though and said, "I suppose proper introductions are in order..."
"My name is Chrom-but then, you already figured that out. The delicate one here", he said, putting his hand on the girl's head with a chuckle, "is my little sister, Lissa."
Lissa pushed his hand off of her head and pouted, "I am NOT delicate! ...hmph!" She collected herself quickly though and a smile was back on her face, "ignore my brother, please. He can be a bit thick sometimes. But you're lucky the Shepherds found you. Brigands would've been a rude awakening!"
'He' looked at them all with a serious and very confused expression. "You're telling me, that you tend sheep...In full armour.", he deadpanned. Chrom and Lissa laughed a bit at his confusion but Frederick remained as stoic as ever.
"Heh, it's as dangerous job. Just ask Frederick the Wary here." Chrom said, nodding at Frederick.
While it was intended as jest, Frederick took it as a compliment, "A title I shall wear with pride. God's forbid one of us keeps an appropriate level of caution." He turned to 'him' and said with almost a hint of compassion, "I have every wish to trust you stranger, but my station mandates otherwise."
'He' could understand where Frederick was coming from now, as it was apparent to 'him' that Frederick represented a father figure to the other two. "I understand, sir.", 'he' started, "it should do no less myself. My name it's Robin." Everyone looked at him like he had three eyes before he realized what he said, "...I just remembered that. How odd. I suppose that's one mystery solved."
Chrom was the first to speak, "Robin? Is that foreign? Ah well, we can discuss it later when we get to tow-"
"Chrom LOOK!", Lissa screamed, pointing at the town. Everyone turned to look at where she was pointing and they saw that the town was ablaze.
"Dammit!", Chrom exclaimed, rage evident in his voice, "those blasted Brigands, no doubt. Frederick, Lissa, let's go!"
Frederick turned to Chrom. "What about him?", he asked pointing at Robin. A look of impatience plastered itself on Chrom's face.
"Unless he's on fire it can wait.", he deadpanned.
"Aptly put, milord.", said Frederick.
"C'mon let's go!", urged Lissa who was ready to take off at any moment.
The three ran off towards Southtown, leaving Robin behind. Having no idea where or even who he was, he ran shortly after them. He tripped over a root after a few steps though, and fell firmly on his face. As he fell, his mind screamed, son of a bitch. He crashed to the ground falling beside the main road. "Is everyone this lucky or am I just that special to someone?", he asked himself as he lay on the ground. He sighed, brought his hands in front of himself in an effort to push himself up but his hands fell upon a curved piece of wood. Looking up he saw a well, weathered chest with a lock that looked to be heavily corroded. He wrapped a hand around what was left of the lock and pulled, snapping the metal and pulled the lid open to reveal it's contents. He was left speechless. Inside were a wide assortment of weapons that looked to go on far longer than should have been possible but on top of all of it was a note. Robin picked it up and inspected the writing. It read: the finder of this chest may take any two items, but no more. Robin pondered the implications of the last statement, was it a warning or a threat? Either way, he decided not to test the honesty of the words and reached into the chest. To his astonishment a hilt found it's way to his hand seemingly of its own volition. He pulled it out and was astonished at the size: out of this 3'Ă—1' chest came a sword with a foot long hilt, adorned with a bright, clouded light blue sapphire the size of his fist and with a blade 4 inches at it's widest and a total 6 feet in length, and a yellow tome that was inscribed with strange symbols that radiated power. One word came to his mind as he looked at the first page: thunder.
He put the book in the holster in his jacket that seemed to have been made for such a spell book and sheathed his massive sword in the sheath on his back, finding a cut behind the neck specifically for the sword. This feels like a plot device, he mused, once again running towards Southtown. I just hope I'm not too late, he thought grimly, running with renewed vigor.
A/N: I have a little challenge for all of you, the first one to guess this Robin's lineage wins. Have a good one guys.
