A/N: Second chapter of the re write. I'd also like to move away from the cuts in the story due to a certain co-host, who is a total bitch, by the way, ahem.

Deadpool: Hey! I give perfect comedic relief!

Goodralisk: In the wrong places. I don't need that bullshit.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

These odd creatures roared with such might before rushing us, their movements were wild, unpredictable. Virion had nearly run one through its shoulder with his arrow, only for the creature to unstitch its arm just enough to miss the arrow, then re-attach it when it was safe.

"Ugh, great," Chrom grumbled. "They're nothing but human-shaped burlap sacks. Might as well name them Oogie Boogie."

"Wait," I asked, lifting a questioning finger. "How do you know that?"

"What? Everyone knows about the play The Nightmare Before Christmas."

"Really? I thought that was only where I came from," I replied.

"Can we focus?!" Sully yelled, tearing Chrom and I from our conversation.

"Right. Shepherds, to arms!" After orders were given, everyone did what needed to be done. I sped to the south and one of the zombie fighters went for a horizontal slash. Jumping off of Mei Ling, I ducked underneath it, took its legs from underneath it, and impaled its head as it fell. After it died, it dissipated into a black fog. "Ew, what the hell is that stuff? Anything with a colour that dark… that can't be good to breathe in." And it wasn't. Its stench was as expected, the rotting meat of a corpse, despite any actual flesh being long gone.

Focusing back to the task at hand, another one of the freaks come at me. It thrusts its sword, but with the deftest flick of my wrist, I knock the blade out of its hand, and when I go to finish it, an arrow hits it in the eye. I look to see Virion from afar on Sully's horse, holding a thumbs-up. "Can't complain about his skill with a bow," I said to myself.

I run down the field to slay another one, Mei Ling at my side running too. I catch another one's attention and get it to run towards me, a grin on my face. I was about to strike, but I was beaten to the punch by Sully making them eat her lance. Literally.

"Oh, come on, Sully! That was mine!" I complained.

"Well, be a little faster next time," she replied as her horse was trampling the disappearing remnants.

I jump on to Mei Ling and grabbed my pack to get some provisions to eat. I feel a hard, rectangular object, so I pull it out to find out what it was. It was a tome. Elfire, to be exact. "Cool, a magic tome, I hadn't used one of these in years. Now if only I could find that other one..."

I was interrupted by an arrow landing on the ground 5 yards away from me. Now isn't the time to recall things. I move quickly into the northern part of the area to pick off the archer, but Frederick stabs it in the head, for it was distracted by me riding towards it.

"Seriously?! Why is everyone stealing my kills?!" I angrily shouted as Frederick rode by with Chrom. Now was also not the time to act like a whiny twelve year old playing CoD. But at least I got my satisfaction when I open my Elfire tome and burned another one of them to cinders.

"Finally," I said with a grin on my face. Riding with my bear, I see yet another one of them charging head on in my direction. The fools. I jump off and with a few flipped pages of Elfire, I blast fire at its feet. As it watched the fire in front of it, Mei Ling jumped its left flank and clawed it to re-death, I guess. These things may be strong, but they're so stupid. They make Majin Buu look like a freaking genius.

Chrom, finally engaging the undead enemy leader, flips Falchion in his right hand.

"Ryaaargh!" the chief roars. It speeds towards Chrom and smashes his axe in an overhead swing against Chrom's blade. Pushing it off, he trips the creature and stabs its weapon arm, then stabs it in the face.

"Well, that was quick," he says as it dissipates into the familiar black fog. "These vile things aren't too keen, are they?"

"Yeah," Robin said, holding his left arm where it had been somewhat mended at an entrance wound. "No tactical movements or anything that would otherwise show signs of subpar human intelligence."

"They're literally just zombies." Spinning his sword and putting it back in its case, he turned to Frederick who did a search around the area to make sure it was safe.

"It seems all the creatures are vanquished. This young man took care of the others," Frederick reported, gesturing to the masked man beside him who saved Lissa. No response was given, the man simply stood in silence.

Twiddling her fingers nervously, Lissa slowly approached the blue-haired hero. "I wanted to, uh, thank you… Thank you for saving my life back there." She received a curt nod from the swordsman.

"You saved my sister's life," the prince added, immensely grateful for that deed. "My name is Chrom. Might I ask yours?"

"You may call me Marth," the swordsman said, his voice was slightly feminine-sounding.

"Marth? After the Altean prince, that Marth?" Chrom placed a hand on his hip. "I suppose it makes sense all things considered. Where did you learn your way with a sword?" Chrom asked.

"Never mind about me," he replied. "What you saw tonight was but an appetizer to what horrors will fall upon us all. You have been warned." Not another word spoken, he left.

"Huh? What's falling where now?" Lissa called after him, but he didn't respond, instead he disappeared into the burning forest.

"Not much for conversation, is he?" Robin questioned. "And can we point out that he just walked into the burning grove?

"It appears his skills lie elsewhere. I wager we'll hear his name again... But for now I'm more concerned about the capital. We should make haste," Frederick noted.

"So this is Ylisstol... I've never seen so many people!" Robin exclaimed, surprised at the bustling capital. "Or, at least I don't think, haha."

Frederick glared ever so slightly at Robin, that line making him suspect Robin of something, I could tell. But for the most part, Frederick waved it off. "It appears the capital was spared the chaos we encountered, thank the gods. I see no evidence of the great quake. It must've been limited to the forest."

Wow. I've played the game before, but Ylisstol is a lot bigger than the game makes you believe. You could fit Caledon in here three times over. One of the civilians point up to the path leading to the castle. "Look! The exalt has come to see us!"

As everyone looks over towards the castle, I see a regal-looking woman, no older than 25, waving to the public with such a warm smile on her face. She had a matured look to her, but her features showed much youthfulness to them. Her hair was a lovely golden hue, and on her forehead was an ornate brand of royal blue, slightly resembling the shape of Falchion's guard. She wore a gold-colored robe with the Roman numerals from 1 to 12 encompassing the collar. She had a small guard consisting of four or five cavaliers.

That was Emmeryn.

"The exalt is your ruler, yes?" Robin asked.

"Yes," Frederick answered. "Her name is Lady Emmeryn."

"Is it safe for her to be walking around commoners like this?"

"The exalt is a symbol of peace—Ylisse's most prized quality. Long ago, at the dawn of our age, the fell dragon tried to destroy the world. But the first exalt joined forces with the divine dragon and laid the beast low. Exalt Emmeryn reminds us all of the peace we fought for then, despite how long ago that was," Frederick informed him. "Naga knows we would all be lost without her."

"Exactly. With Plegia poking at our borders, the people need her," Chrom added. "She's a calming presence, when some might otherwise call for war."

"Then the Ylissean people are indeed lucky to have her," Robin concluded.

"She's also the best big sister anyone could ask for!" Lissa proudly exclaimed.

"Yes, I imagine she..." Robin's speech came to a screeching halt. "Wait, what? She's your..." Robin questioned, flustered. "But wouldn't that make you and Chrom..."

"The prince and princess of the realm, yes," Frederick stated, more amused than anything else. "You remember Chrom's name and not this?"

"Forget the name! You said you were "shepherds"!"

"And so we are...in a manner of speaking. We just have a LOT of sheep," Chrom told Robin.

The amnesiac's eyes widened in surprise and shock, like he committed a great crime. "C-Chrom... I mean, Prince Chrom! Sire! Forgive my dreadful manners!" Robin quickly said, slightly bowing as he apologized.

"Just Chrom is fine. I've never been much for formalities."

"Well then, Chrom," Robin said, putting emphasis on the prince's name. "You seriously need to rethink the name, because it is highly misleading!"

"The Shepherds or Chrom?" Chrom teased, to which Robin begun to retaliate, but slumped his shoulders in defeat. "...Chrom? I'm not going to dignify that with a response."

"The prince and princess... That explains why Frederick tolerates all the teasing, eh?" I asked.

"Indeed," Frederick answered, breathing out a skyward sigh. "Oh, the sacrifices I make for the good of the realm..."

"It looks like Emm is returning to the palace. Would you like to meet her?", Chrom asked.

"Sure, why not?"

We made our own way down the main path towards the castle, cheers coming from both sides of as the citizens welcomed their prince and princess. The stalwart knight was even cheered for and there was no doubt many maidens screaming for Chrom's affection, or at least for him to notice them. Frederick himself even had to play as Chrom's bodyguard to prevent them from so much as touching the blue blood. Sully simply strolled through all the adoring citizens and Virion made nonverbal advances towards many of the women, with less than success.

Robin and I weren't without admirers either, though much of my attention came from confused looks. Probably attributed to the fact that I had a bear with me. Most notably, I saw one black haired girl with red tips look at Robin specifically, her fingers waving in a flirtatious manner. Her smile basically said that she wanted Robin, and despite being a recently diagnosed amnesiac, he still caught onto that detail. He winked at that same girl. "This is the life of a warrior, Robin," I whispered to him. "Women for days."

"Women for days?"

"Women for days."

The Ylissean palace. A grand hall we stood in, lined with a long royal blue carpet with white trim, with pillars of exquisite marble standing tall. Many artifact replicas and armours stood alone the large hall of the throne room, and waiting to greet us was the kind hearted Exalt herself, Emmeryn.

"Chrom! Lissa! Welcome home," Emmeryn said, welcoming her brother and sister. "Oh, and good day, Frederick. How fared you all?"

"Nothing but a simple bandit problem," Chrom stated. "Promptly dealt with."

"Wonderful. And our people?"

"Safe as they can be, Emm. But we still need to watch the borders. The brigands crossed over from Plegia, of course."

"Forgive me, milord. My pegasus knights should have intercepted them," a white-haired woman said. She wore strong, yet what looked to be light armor, and she stood with strong posture with her hands behind her.

"No, Phila. Your duty was here, with the exalt," Chrom said.

Phila. That's what her name was. When I played the game, I could never remember it long enough before she, well… you know.

"And besides, we weren't exactly alone!" Lissa exclaimed.

"Ah, you speak of your new companions here?" Emmeryn asked, gesturing towards Robin and I.

"This is Robin and Eric. They fought bravely with us against the brigands and I've decided to make them Shepherds," Chrom told her.

"Well, Eric and Robin. It sounds as though Ylisse owes you two a debt of gratitude," she smiled gently. She's so kind.

"Not at all, milady!" Robin replied.

"It was nothing," I added. "Don't mention it."

"Ahem!" Frederick cleared his throat, directed towards my particular comment no doubt. "Forgive me, Your Grace, but I must speak. Robin claims to have lost all memory of everything but his name and milord's, and yet no proof stands to support this claim. Furthermore, his very cloak seems to be of make and design not native to Ylisse, and so, I must voice that he may potentially not be completely harmless to us." It's like he doesn't trust us. I don't blame him that he doesn't trust me. I didn't even tell them anything about my past when asked. I'll tell them. Eventually.

"Then there's Eric. He appeared at the scene, fighting to save Ylissean lives, yes. But he refused to tell us about his origin. I believe he said he didn't wish to speak about it."

"Now, now, Frederick, every man, woman and child is entitled to their own secrets. Not all have to be an open book." The exalt held her hands together. "Such forced interrogation leads to distrust. And besides, Chrom brought them in with no problem whatsoever." She turned her attention to said prince. "Do these men have your trust?"

"Yes. They risked their lives for Ylisse and her citizens. That's good enough for me."

"Well then, Robin... It seems you've earned Chrom's faith, and as such you have mine as well. The same courtesy goes to you as well, Eric."

"Milady." Robin and I sounded in unison.

"But I give thanks, Frederick, for your prudence, as always," Emmeryn mentioned. "Chrom and Lissa are privileged to have such a watchful eye in you. I do hope they remember to mention that from time to time..."

"They occasionally express something akin to gratitude, Your Grace, not to worry," Frederick bowed. Raising himself up, he looked at the pegasus knight. "Phila. I take it you've heard about the unearthly creatures we encountered?"

"Yes, milord. They've been sighted all over the continent," Phila replied.

"Well. That escalated quickly," I noted.

"Yeah, it really got out of hand fast," Chrom added, to my annoyance. How in the hell does he know these references?

"Chrom, we are about to hold council. I was hoping you could join us," Emmeryn said.

"Of course."

"I think that's our cue, guys!" Lissa cut in, hopping on the balls of her feet. "C'mon, there's a place I want to show you." She took both Robin's wrist and my wrist and dragged us out of the throne room.

"Here we are! The Shepherds' garrison. Go on, make yourself at home," Lissa said.

Robin and I look around a bit. It was a square-shaped main room with the occasional wooden crate laid about. The windows were of high quality, draped with curtains of the finest silk, weirdly enough. From who I recognized, I saw Miriel, sitting at an isolated table, reading. Obviously. I saw Vaike doing push-ups. Sumia sitting down on a crate, fidgeting with a flower. And from my prior knowledge, Kellam should be here somewhere.

"Lissa, my word!" a girl with curled pigtails shouted, running up to Lissa. That must be Maribelle. "Are you unharmed? I heard that you were caught in a rather tough predicament!"

"Oh, hey, Maribelle!"

""Oh, hey" yourself!" Maribelle huffed. "I had been worried sick about you, worrying for your safety, and all you can muster is "Oh, hey, Maribelle"?"

"Aw, you worry too much," the princess waved the noblewoman off. "I can handle a battle or two! ...Although I could do without the bugs and the bear barbecue..." Lissa replied.

Speaking of bears, where's Mei Ling? She'll most likely be outside hopefully. I look out a nearby window to see her eating some fish nearby a tree. Okay, I'm fine.

"Hey, squirt! Where's your brother? I bet he had a rough time out there without ol' Teach and his trusty axe!" Vaike said, stopping his push-ups.

"Oh, so you're "Teach" now, Vaike, is that it?" Lissa asked. "Hee hee! I thought people were born unintelligent. I'm surprised you could find a way to teach it!" Looks like your Attack stat was cut in half, Vaike, because you just got burned.

"Ha! Never doubt the Vaike!" he proudly exclaimed, puffing his chest out. After a second, he opened his eyes a little in realization "Hold on a second… " Gods. This man is intellectually hopeless. Who in the hell ever thought of pairing him with Miriel? Oh wait, I've done that. Perhaps it's that yin-yang balance going on. Moving on…..

The grey haired pegasus rider placed the petal-less flower on the crate she sat on, making her own way towards the rest of the group. She held a rather nervous hand up to her chest, looking at Lissa with pleading eyes. "Um, Lissa? Did your brother come back? When will we see him?"

"Poor Sumia," Maribelle commented. "She was concerned beyond belief... She spent so much time scanning the horizon for you two, well, let's just say she might have earned fewer bruises fighting blindfolded."

I doubt it.

"Aw, Sumia, that's so sweet of you to worry about Chrom," Lissa teased. "If only my brother wasn't so dense."

"No no no, it's not like that!" Sumia said, waving her hands about wildly. "It's just… I... He's our captain and prince—of course I'd worry!" Sumia said, trying to find an excuse.

"Right," Vaike said sarcastically. "So, who're these guys?"

Lissa waved her arms dramatically before pointing them at us. "Everyone, allow me to introduce Robin and Eric! They've just joined the Shepherds. Chrom's made Robin our new tactician. And then there's Eric. He's unbeatable with a sword. You should see all the tricks they've got up their sleeves!"

"Oh, yeah? Can they do this?" Vaike said before he belched loud and proud.

"I'm sure I have much to learn in the art, "Teach." In any case, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintances," Robin said.

Sorry, Robin. I don't wanna do this, but I'd rather not be on her bad side.

"Really, Robin? Don't encourage that. Anyway, my thoughts are the same as Robin's, minus the belching comment," I said, sending an apologetic look his way.

"Ugh, Vaike! That was abhorrent! What made you think that was necessary? And you, Robin, Eric's right! Don't encourage him! I'd hoped you were cut from finer cloth, but it seems my hopes only extend to one of you. Hmph!" Maribelle angrily stated.

"However…" I go into my bag and grab a few berries. "Vaike, can you do this?" I flex and pop my chest muscles in a rhythmic fashion. With a competitive laugh, Vaike followed suit, much to everyone's amusement and Maribelle's dismay.

"Nice," I said. "Now then, Maribelle…" I said, causing her to cock her head back in surprise and most likely disgust. "What on earth are you doing?"

"That" I looked down at my chest. "my friend, is the Pec Pop of Power. Here's a berry, throw one." I offered her a berry, but she continued to protest it, refusing to take part in it. "Come on, they won't bite, just throw a berry."

Exasperated, she picked up a single red fruit and threw it at my chest, the fruit quickly rebounding off of my body and flying past her. She looked at me with a weird look and a raised brow before I let out a laugh. "Now come on, grab a bunch, rapid fire."

"No. Absolutely not."

"They will not stop until you feed them," I said, popping my pecs with each word.

"Feed them? Wha- no!"

"Feed them, they're hungry," I smiled, everyone around laughing hard.

"I'll feed them!" Lissa exclaimed, snatching the berries out of my hand.

"No, not you too, Lissa, darling!"

Lissa pelted my chest with berries, the little fruits bouncing in all directions, a few even hitting Maribelle in the rebound. She continued to do that until finally she was left with only one. "Okay, I'm on my last one!"

"Make it count, Lissa," I laughed. Right at that moment as she threw it, a woman with shining silver armour and blazing red hair enters the garrison. She had striking eyes of the deepest violet and her skin was snow white with not a single blemish or imperfection whatsoever. I noticed she had ivory toned hair clips in her hair shaped like wings. "Hey, Sumia, I was looking for-" Her words were caught in her throat and never left her mouth. Much like the fruit that flew off of my clothed chest and into her mouth.

"That's delicious!" she hummed, swallowing it. "Was that a Chon'sinese rose berry?"

"Yup," I said. "Got them a few weeks ago, they're one of the only few fruits in the wild that expire years after their picking."

"Sorry about that, Cordelia," Lissa sighed sheepishly. "This is Eric" I waved my greetings. "And this is Robin!" She gestured to the platinum-blond as well.

"And I am leaving," Maribelle huffed, turning her nose haughtily. "Such foolishness."

"Don't take it to heart, Eric," Sumia told me. "Maribelle just warms to people slowly."

"Or burns too quickly! But yeah, just give her time," Lissa added. "She'll come around… eventually."

"I'm not holding my breath."

"Oh, so everyone's met! Great!" Chrom enters the garrison a second later.

Sumia jumped in spot when she caught sight of the blue blood. "Ah! Captain! You've returned safe and sound! I was—" She was interrupted by tripping over…..nothing, and basically planted her face into the ground. I have to admit, it's kind of cute. Kind of like a baby horse.

"Sumia! Are you alright? ...Those boots of yours again?" Chrom asked as he helped her up.

"No! I mean, yes! I mean... *sigh*" Sumia simply settled for dusting herself off, flustered due to embarrassing herself in front of the blue-haired prince. I'm guessing it wasn't the first time.

"Okay. Well then, listen, everyone: in the morning, we'll be marching to Regna Ferox," Chrom said. "Pack your winter gear, because it won't be until late autumn that we get there."

Damn it, I hate the cold.

"Regna Ferox?" Robin asked.

"A unified kingdom to Ylisse's north," Sumia said. "Inhabited by barbarians, or so it's said."

"Warriors, not barbarians," Chrom corrected. "Nevertheless, we'll need their additional strength to take on Plegia. If not for recent events, the exalt would do this herself otherwise. So the task has been passed to us," he finished. "Now, this mission is strictly voluntary. So if, for any"—

"I volunteer!" Lissa was the first to volunteer. Second came Vaike.

"Me too! You'll be needin' Teach for such a delicate mission!"

"And I'll go to make sure Vaike doesn't fuck up," I said.

"I'll go as well," someone said. Everyone's heads turn to see Kellam. "...What? I've been here the whole time!" Wow. His powers are true. The 6' armored ninja.

"If you don't mind, milord," Cordelia began. "I would also like to go as well. Just temporarily. Once the mission is done, I shall join my knight sisters again."

"Very well." Chrom gave a nod to Cordelia before seeing the petal-plucking knight fiddling with her fingers.

"I... I, um..." Sumia was unsure as to whether she should go or not.

"Yes, Sumia?" Chrom asked her.

"It's just that... I'm not sure I'm quite ready for a proper mission just yet. I'd probably just get in the way," she said, pressing her fingers together.

"If that's how you feel, you could stay behind the main group, and if a battle is met, just watch and learn?" he suggested. "Your choice, of course. But some lessons can only be learned on the battlefield." Sumia nodded weakly, but Chrom placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Just stay by me and you'll be fine," Chrom said with a grin. I had to say, if Chrom had one thing, it'd be his unrivalled charisma.

"Oh, yes! Yes, sir, I'll do that!"

"Until then, as you were, everyone."

As everyone continued to talk amongst themselves, I gave myself a full tour of the garrison. I walked down a hall and saw a lounge room. There were a few small couches about and on the small table in the middle was an acoustic guitar. I hadn't seen one in years. I pick it up, sit on one of the seats and start to play it. I played the remix of Gerudo Valley from SSB4, because I thought it would be cool to play, so I took out the sheet music of it and laid it on the table in front of me. My fingers danced on the strings of the guitar as I played the tune of Ganondorf's race. With every note played, I imagined myself as the Hero of Time, clad in green, riding Epona through the sandy desert with the wind in my golden mane and the holy blade in my hand. When it came to the parts of the ocarina, I whistled in place of it. The tune really inhabited the feel of the old west in tandem with vibrancy and energetic feeling. It truly made me feel like I was ready to save the land of Hyrule.

"A lovely tune." I whipped my head around to see who the voice belonged to. It was Cordelia.

"Oh, that? Nah, it's nothing." I scratched the back of my head in a little bit of embarrassment. "It's just something I heard played before so I wanted to try it."

Cordelia sat down on a nearby chair. "I've always wanted to learn guitar. Do you think you can teach me?"

"If you wish, Cherry." Cordelia raised an eyebrow at the nickname, making me chuckle a little. "What? You don't like the nickname?"

"No, it's not that…" She shuffled in her seat a little. "It's odd, but… I like it."

"Glad to hear it," I smiled. After a few minutes of teaching her the notes, she begun to play it so fluidly like she had been a veteran of the instrument. Turns out it wasn't her first time with an instrument. She had been a master at the harp, and definitely had an ear for musical sounds and the like. I could somewhat see the similarity, both were string instruments after all.

"Do you think you could play what I was playing?" I asked her, receiving a confident nod. Tapping my foot in rhythm, I let her play the notes off of the sheet music provided. I was surprised to see her playing the song without missing a beat and without mistake. She did so well and was so absorbed in it that she didn't notice me pull out an ocarina the same colour as her hair. Once the the part in the song came where the ocarina is played, I put the instrument to my lips. In my hands, the tool whistled softly and so expertly, matching the strings plucked by Cordelia.

"I can't believe you know how to play the ocarina and guitar!" she exclaimed after we finished playing.

"Yeah. I've had a lot of free time generally, so I've sorta picked it up."

Cordelia looked at me with a glimmer in her eye. "You know, I've never seen you around before. Where'd you come from?"

I had to figure out something to say fast. "Um, I'm not local. Came from out east," I lied smoothly. She seemed to be friendly, but I'm not giving out my secrets that easily. Try again.

Cordelia contorted her face into one of thought. "Oh, I see. Forget I asked." Damn it. She called my bluff.

"Well, I'm going to head out, probably do some training, then sleep until tomorrow, considering I didn't get a good sleep last night." I hit the top of the door frame before heading out. "Have a good day, Cordelia."

"You too, Eric," she replied.

"Is everyone ready? We've a long march ahead," Chrom announced, with several of us already here. Just outside the halidom's walls, we gathered to start our march to Ferox.

"W-wait for me!" a man shouted, riding towards us. He wore a cavalier's armor identical to Sully's, colored green instead. The Viridian cavalier, Stahl.

Chrom looks up to his direction. "Stahl?"

"Why am I the last to hear about this expedition to Ferox?" Stahl complained.

"Huh? Vaike was supposed to…" Lissa proceeded to facepalm. "Of course he did. Vaike! Did you forget to tell Stahl about our mission?" Lissa asked.

"The Vaike never forgets! ...I just don't always remember, is all..." he said, muttering the last part.

"Ugh... I swear, you'd forget your own name if you weren't constantly saying it yourself!" Lissa noted.

"Seriously, how do you forget so much?" Cordelia asked.

"Short term memory loss, I suppose?" I joked.

"Speaking of which, are you SURE you remembered your axe this time?" Lissa asked.

"Hey! That was one time! ...Okay, twice, but training sessions don't count. Anyway, I got it right here," Vaike said. "Don't look at me! If I remember correctly, Eric said he'd come to make sure I didn't fuck up!"

Vaike turned his head in my direction with a teasing glare, following suit was Lissa, Cordelia, and Robin for good measure. "I… did say that, didn't I?" Four nods were my answer. "Damn you, Vaike."

"Well, thanks a lot to whoever is to blame!" Stahl continued. "I was in such a hurry, I had to miss breakfast! There were muffins, and cakes, and all kinds of food!"

"Stahl, one of our finest, ladies and gentlemen," Chrom laughed.

As a few hours past, we were halfway up Northroad. But as we got to the bridge, we saw the threat now known as 'Risen.' And there were quite a few of them. Their familiar breath permeating the air in a wispy purple fog, their hisses and groans could be heard for several dozen meters.

"Gods, have the Risen spread so far?" Chrom growled.

"I'm sorry, 'Risen?'" Robin asked. "That's what we're calling them? And yes. Phila said herself they spread ALL OVER the continent already. Come on, Chrom, focus."

"Fair point," Chrom said, drawing Falchion. "Everyone, this is what we're up against!"

Vaike flexed his muscles, trying to look awesome. "They'll know and fear ME once I drive my axe into their..." He adopted a look of fright when he realized his weapon of choice wasn't on his person. "Wait... My axe. Where's my axe?! I had it a second ago!"

"Vaike, this is no time for jokes..."

"I'm serious, Chrom! It's gone, but I JUST had it! It's got to be around here somewhere…"

"Gods damn it, Vaike! I shouldn't be your goddamn babysitter!" I cried. "Keep to the rear, then! The battle is nigh! Anyway, let's get this started!" Not wasting any time at all, I rushed in on my deadly war bear. I drew Eternity from my sheath and quickly lopped off one of the barbarian-class Risen's head.

Deadpool: Really, dude? Eternity?

Goodralisk: Just roll with it.

During the entire unsuspected battle, I notice that Miriel finally caught up. I saw something gleaming in her hands. Looks like she found the idiot's axe.

Once he had his weapon back, Vaike rushed into the fight and was already cracking spears of multiple Risen soldiers and smashing skulls as well. Miriel, burning them with her magic. And Frederick, impaling many of the Risen soldiers with a spear…and a smile on his face. Chrom truly wasn't kidding. He probably gets off on it.

Cordelia rushed down towards me on her pegasus. "Eric, the Risen chief is at the far north of the field! If we can get him, this battle will be over very soon. I'll take you there," she said, offering me to join her.

"They don't fight like we do, taking down their leader is pointless!" I pushed one off of my blade before cleaving its head. "And where's Chrom? Shouldn't you be helping him out?" I shouted as I shot one of the mercenary Risen with Elfire without even so much as looking.

"He's busy with a group of them already."

I turn my head to see two hand axes and a javelin heading straight for her. "Watch out!" She barely turned her head fast enough and would've been struck if I hadn't defended her from them all. I knocked away the small hand axes with my sword, but the javelin ran right through my left shoulder.

"Eric! Are you okay?" she nearly screamed. "Damn it, you got hurt because of me..."

"Shut up, I'm still breathing, aren't I?" I laughed through slightly harsh breaths, removing the spear. "Take me to Chrom." I said as I hopped up onto her winged horse.

"But what about the—"

"Forget my wounds! Take me to Chrom."

As we flew west to him, I saw 7 of the Risen surrounding Chrom. "Really, Cordelia? You decided to carry me to the boss rather than to the commander of our force? Who is surrounded by several of these deadly creatures?"

"Lord Chrom is an exceptional swordfighter. I'm sure he could've handled—What are you doing?" she asked as I readied myself.

"I told you I'm going to help him," I said, then I jumped off of the pegasus at roughly 30 feet in the air.

"Eric! Are you crazy?!" she yelled.

"No! I'm adventurous! There's a difference!" I shouted as I fell to the ground somewhat harshly, though one of the Risen's face broke my fall. Partially what was going through my mind was that I stomped on it, meteor smashing it to oblivion, but I dismissed it for now.

"Oh, Eric. Good to see you. What now?" Chrom asked, panting a little.

"Kick some undead ass, and look good while doing it," I replied.

Left and right, they swarmed him and I, but even a horde of them were no match, and it took both him and I to defeat the boss in mere seconds. One of them thought it was a great idea to charge at me, so I parried its axe and opened its body to me, allowing me to stab its heart, then cleave it down the middle. On the other hand, Chrom sent a blade flying before stabbing another one in the head.

Like it was a dance, Chrom and I spun in perfect sync, slashing and cutting down the Risen that stood before us. Two of them attacked us, one high and one low. Chrom rolled on my back to avoid the low, and I ducked to avoid the high. Each attack meant for the other barely missing us, I thrust my blade into the head of one while Chrom cuts the other in half. Now all that was left was the boss.

I swiftly moved behind it, trapping it with the prince. We both swung our swords so fast, it looked as if we hadn't touched the beast. But our marks were left once we stopped our onslaught. The chief was cut everywhere on its body, black mist pouring out of its wounds before it disappeared.

"Minor setback, but let's get back on the road asap, everyone!" Chrom said as he sheathed his sword.

"Can we take care of my arm first, please?"

Deadpool: You really think anyone will actually be interested in this garbage? This was the most successful story you had, trust me, success is very subjective, and you DELETED IT. Why?

Goodralisk: I have a plan. I got this.

Deadpool: I can't tell if you're joking or not, and that's very concerning.

Goodralisk: Says the guy who can blow our daily budget in a HALF HOUR. I should NOT be getting nagged about doing illogical things. Anyway, hope you guys are liking the rewrite so far. I'm trying not to make it so copy-and-paste.

Goodralisk out.