I Do Not Own Fire Emblem: This is a purely fictional piece of writing that I have written in my free time, I do not own any characters, settings, or plot details mentioned in this story. Also, any references to other works are done so only as allusions that serve to provide additional immature humor.
Author's Note: Well here we are for round two of this story. Before we get this going I would like to thank all those who have taken the time to review the first chapter, hope you guys continue to read and enjoy the ones I write in the future!
Story will obviously contain spoilers
Chapter 2: This Aint No Place For No Hero
Unlike most people, Robin did not make a list of the things he least expected to happen in his life. He was a tactician after all, it was in his job description to understand that unexpected occurrences simply happen every now and then, the most he could do was prepare for them. With that said, Robin was relatively certain that had ever created such a list, his current predicament most likely would have been pretty high on its ranking.
Here he was in the heart of Valmese Empire, also known as "Survival of the Fittest" the country, sitting directly across the emperor, Walhart the conqueror, himself, eating dinner with the man; a dinner that happens to consist of salad.
All things considered, this was pretty much the most deserving development in his life to be labeled "worst case scenario".
After a thorough analysis of my current situation, I have come to the conclusion that there is less than a 40% chance that I can get out of this without losing a limb, or two. Robin pondered within his mind as he continued to munch on his meal.
Hey, at least the salad is great. His new roommate (Mindmate?) said, as his already low spirits began to plummet.
Ah yes, certainly the quality of this meal will make up for the future maiming I am guaranteed to endure within the next hour or so.
Despite your sour attitude, I see you feel no need to restrain yourself in your feasting Tactician.
Robin silently agreed with Grima on that one, say what you will about Valm; at the very least their chefs knew how to cook a decent meal.
"Ahem"
Robin's little chat with his inner demon was interrupted as he turned his turned to face the man who called for his attention. There, across the table, was Walhart, who had been sitting patiently for Robin to finish the rest of his food for quite some time now.
What is with my enemies being so damn polite nowadays?
"Now that we have completed the pleasantries my friend, would you mind telling me what a Grimleal priest might be doing in the middle of my fair country." Walhart questioned, as he rested his chin upon his entwined fingers, pointing towards Robin's eye emblazoned robes with a free pinkie finger.
Oh! The Gendo pose; a classic. Grima commented in a genuinely impressed tone.
Shut up.
"Well you see, um, your majesty;" Robin replied, unused to being so formal with the conqueror, "I'm not actually a part of the Grimleal priesthood. I only wear these robes because I happened to be wearing them on the day I lost my memories; I have no actual kinship with the Plegian nation."
"Oh? So you are an amnesiac then?" Walhart raised his eyebrow in interest.
"Yes your majesty, one day I woke up in a field with no memory of my life before hand, having nothing more than bare minimum knowledge of the world."
Thanks to a certain someone…
Don't be like that. You need learn to let things go old pal, maybe you should go shopping, buy some new clothes, take a walk, burn down a village, try living a little!
I feel like one of those suggestions was slightly different from the others.
You're imagining things.
"Interesting, I must say your situation is quite unusual." Walhart said as he interrupted Robin's mental conversation once again. "However, that is not why I have brought you here."
Robin did his best to refrain from gulping as Walhart's gaze on his strengthened.
"You see, my mages tell me that the area we found you in is filled to the brim with remnants of a teleportation spell, one on a level that surpasses any we have now." Walhart continued his explanation. "And they also tell me that this teleportation coincidentally occurred when my mages sensed a major disturbance in the world."
"Sensed?" Robin questioned.
Who the Hell do they think they are, Obi-wan Kenobi? Questioned the mindmates simultaneously .
"Well it is a bit inaccurate to say they sensed it, since it was more along the lines of some of them having their heads spontaneously explode while others started screaming about how "The Sea of Souls" pouring into our world, or my personal favorite "The Destroyer hath cometh!" Walhart said in an amused tone. "Would you care to explain to me why that last one might mean?"
"…. Would you believe me if I said no?" Robin asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Robin, despite my external appearance, I am actually well aware of the myths and legends that the people of this world believe in." Walhart said in a lecturing tone. "The Ylisse have their royalty, each and everyone bearing that mark from their goddess. And all the "Exalted", as they are called, are prophesied to bring peace to the world."
Robin really did not like the direction this was going.
"Which makes me wonder, if those who carry the mark of the Exalted would bring peace to the world…" Walhart then pointed meaningfully towards Robin's right hand. "Then just what would one who bears the mark of the Fell Dragon bring to us?"
"Vegetarianism?" Robin replied meekly.
Her legs sweeping lazily over the carriage's edge, the woman gazed at the night sky. She was here as a favor for her sister, to investigate the "disturbance" that was felt all around the world. But to be honest that was a secondary priority for her, coming to "investigate" was just an excuse for her to come to this continent. Her real reason was to explore just what this country has to offer for her; after all foreign goods are always in demand. With her finger tapping her chin, the woman smiled as she felt the carriage begin to gradually slow.
"Fuck my life", Robin said flatly as he watched Walhart pondering on all the information Robin had just given him.
I must say, out of all the people you have come to know, I never would have guessed that this man would become your first "Secret Keeper". The Universe truly has a cruel sense of humor.
Robin grumbled in agreement. For the past few hours Robin had been explaining his situation, he decided it was best not to attempt deception with the Valmese Emperor. And so he told Walhart all there was to know, his journey's with the Shepherd's, the fact that he is Grima's vessel, the whole time travelling fiasco, and the fact that their journey from the future basically had them tearing open a path in hell to get here.
Oh and there was also the fact that he had caught Walhart's attention with his explanation of other worlds, and was then forced to tell the conqueror, in painful detail, about the different dimensions Robin had seen. Specifically about the military technology, this, in hindsight, could have possibly been a bad idea.
"Interesting, Interesting!" Walhart cried out as he began to laugh, this was right after right finished summarizing the conversations they had with one another when Walhart was doing the whole "secret test of character" thing with him. "That truly does sound like what I would say! Indeed it seems as though your words do ring true Tactician; to think I would lose to such a seemingly frail man is both infuriating yet humbling!"
Robin gave a weak smile as Walhart began to ruthless pat his back, the act making him feel like his spinal cord was about to break in half.
"Well then am I free to go?" Robin asked hopefully.
"Of course!" Walhart said "You are free to go wherever you please my friend. "
"Well then your majesty I'll just take my lea-" Robin began to say as he stood up.
"On one condition" Walhart said suddenly.
"…Excuse me?" Robin said, not liking the gleam that suddenly appeared in the conqueror's eyes.
"Duel me", the giant of a man said simply.
"What"
Robin stared at the array of weapons laid out before him, a wide variety of blades of all different sizes and shapes, western to eastern, all carefully organized upon a table for him to choose from. There was also a number of spell tomes and other miscellaneous weapons of war along the sides, but it appears as though Walhart was fonder of bladed weapons.
Robin sighed as he inspected the weapons, making sure to look at each one in as much detail as possible; searching for the ones he felt would help him keep as many limbs as he possibly could.
Oh oh, get the katana! Grima cried out in an excited manner.
"Why? Those weapons are fragile as hell, one glance from Walhart's axe and the thing will shatter like Inigo's self-esteem whenever a girl turned him down."
Because Katanas are just better. Duh.
"I fail to see how that gives your opinion any credit at all." Robin replied
Ok, perhaps I should have elaborated a tad more.
"Perhaps."
Dear Tactician, remember our journey through the dimensional gateway?
"The one that forever traumatized my very existence?" Robin replied casually "What about it?"
Well I am sure you saw how different each of those worlds was from our own. Each had their own set of rules, yet each of them always followed a set of patterns that allowed the individuals within them to do extraordinary things.
"So? I fail to see how any of this relates to our current world."
Ah, but my Dear Tactician, it does far more than you think. You see, before Walhart came and interrupted our little chat back when we first arrived, I was about to inform you about something, was I not?
Robin frowned, his scowl being the unspoken gesture for the Fell Dragon to continue.
What I had noticed back then is still occurring even now Tactician. For you see my vessel, that dimensional hole we metaphorically fell from to reach this world? IT NEVER CLOSED.
"What…" Robin's widened as Grima's revelation processed through his mind.
Don't worry too much; from what I can tell nothing has followed us or anything. However it would appear as though the rules and patterns of other worlds are leaking into our own…
"Is this going to be a good thing or a bad thing?" Robin was pretty sure he already knew the answer, however there were some things he saw that he REALLY did not want to influence his world. After all his friends were already weird enough as is, he did not need other dimensions adding to their list of quirks…
Well how about we let you decide? Pick up the katana Robin.
Robin thought he might as well go along with the dragon and did as it asked.
Now then you see that training dummy over there across the room? Grima mentally gestured towards the wooden puppet.
"What about it?"
Now then, listen carefully. Do not approach the doll, simply take the blade out of the sheath, make some slashing gestures towards it, and return the sword to the sheath as quickly as you can. Easy right?
Robin did not really understand how any of this was useful, but decided to humor it anyways. He turned towards the training dummy, and he pulled out the katana, swiftly making several slices through the air before returning it to its container a mere second two seconds later. Then he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Huh. Well that's odd, I'm pretty sure something should have happened by now…
"Right, because randomly swinging a sword through the air would obviously make me the greatest swordsman of all time." Robin rolled his eyes, placing his hand on the sword's hilt. However he noticed that the blade felt awkward as he held it with his palm, and as he looked down he noticed that the blade did not fully go into its sheath.
Robin pushed the blade in, and with a distant "clink" sound the sword was properly contained within its sheath. With that annoyance dealt with, Robin turned once again to the training dummy, but then stepped back out of sheer surprise.
Robin stared dumbly at the sight before him, his mouth wide open as he failed to find words to describe the scene before him. In front of him, across the room, was the training dummy, lying upon the floor sliced to ribbons, and the wall behind it gouged with what appeared to be slashes from a blade.
"How… but… that's not physically possible…" Robin stuttered out, unable to believe the sight before him.
Rule of Cool.
Robin honestly had no response to that.
So, what do you think Dear Tactician?
Robin stared at the wrecked training dummy and the ruined wall, then to the sword, then back to the wreckage again, and as he looked up he had a wide grin on his face.
"Okay, I can get used to this."
The coliseum could be described with one simple word, noisy. That was all Robin could think of as he walked into the arena. The stadium was filled to the brim; people who had all came to watch their grand ruler combat an unfortunate fellow for reasons unknown to them. Robin sighed as he strolled forth, a longsword in his hand and the Katana fastened to his hip. He would have brought a spell tome, but considering his opponent, he highly doubted he would be given a chance to use it.
He stopped as he reached his designated place in the arena; there across from him was Walhart in his signature red armor. His hand resting on the hilt of Wolf Berg, as the mighty axe rested its head upon the ground.
We're screwed aren't we?
It would appear so, don't worry I'm sure he won't be too rough on you
Robin did not even have to say anything to get his point across.
Okay, so he most definitely will be maiming you, hard, but at least he will leave your head intact! Mostly…
Across from them, Walhart suddenly raised his hand, and with that simple gesture the entire stadium was silenced.
"So my friend, I am sure you are already aware of the terms of this duel, but would you like me to repeat them for you." Walhart asked as he began to tighten his grip on Wolf Berg.
"Might as well, it would nice if the audience knew what this whole fiasco is about anyways." Robin replied in a dull tone.
Yep, you have to be considerate to the readers after all.
"Very well then, the purpose of this duel is to decide whether or not you, Tactician, shall be allowed to leave this nation." Walhart bellowed out for all to hear. "Normally, I would let a foreigner leave without any fanfare, however this is an exception." Walhart lifted up the giant axe and pointed it towards Robin.
"You are a strategist of unparalleled skill, one so talented that you have outfitted even me, ruler of the mighty Valmese Empire!" The crowd gasped as Walhart made that declaration. A simple commoner being able to outdo their might ruler? Was that even possible? "Letting you leave would be a waste, for your abilities would be one much appreciated within our military."
"With that said here are the conditions of this duel. Should you defeat me in one-on-one combat, you are free to leave, and allowed to take any resource you feel you might need on your journey." Walhart continued as the grin on his face changed from amused, to downright psychotic. "However, if you are unable to defeat me, then you shall be drafted into the Valmese military, to become my general, my judge who shall weigh the lives of friend or foe, for at least one year!"
The crowd roared as Walhart screamed the conditions into the air, the unexpected terms causing a flood of excitement to course through the stadium.
"Now that we have stated the conditions of this duel, do you accept the terms brought to you?" Walhart said, moving into his stance as he already knew the answer.
"I accept" Robin stated wearily as he readied his blade.
"Then… LET US BEGIN!" Walhart roared as he leapt forward, axe drawing closer to its victim, the conqueror rushing to war once again.
Despite his large bulk, Walhart was far faster than Robin would have liked. Each axe strike came like lightning, each blow felt like a truck crashing against him. Robin could ill afford to block against the juggernaut, fearful that the impact will shatter his blade Robin instead settled on redirecting the weapon. So far this tactic has led to him only suffering minor injuries, for now.
And then there was…
Oh he's going to strike from the left!
Walhart struck from the right.
He's going to punch you! Crouch down!
Walhart then proceeded to kick him.
Ummmm…. He's gonna swing down vertically?
Walhart then swung his Wolf Berg horizontally, nearly decapitating Robin if it was not for Robin's awkward last second dodge, resulting in him slamming into the wall.
STOP HELPING ME! Robin screamed out mentally.
Hey! It's not MY fault you suck at fighting. Maybe you should have taken that blue-haired girl's offer to train you when you had the chance? But nope, instead you were too busy with your bromance with her father and now we're both going to die because of your uselessness!
There were so many things wrong with that sentence, Robin did not even know when to begin.
Well why do YOU suck so much at fighting advice. You're the freakin' Fell Dragon, killing things is supposed to be your thing!
I'm a giant dragon, I don't have any experience in one-on-one slap fights, I just waved my hands around and things died! Try putting things into perspective jerk!
Robin would have responded back if it wasn't for Walhart suddenly longing forth with his axe. In his haste to deflect the blow Robin fumbled and accidently blocked instead… which resulted in his sword breaking apart like a stick.
Using his latest bout of misfortune as a distraction, Robin rolled past Walhart, springing up and jumping backwards in order to gain some distance. He then grasped the hilt of the eastern sword attached to his hip.
Walhart turned, curiosity written in his eye as he waited for Robin to make his move.
Robin shifted his stance, with one leg behind him, the other bending forwards, Robin drew his swords from his sheath, repeating the movements he made back in the armory, and quickly returning the blade for the killing blow.
However before the katana was fully within its container, Walhart's instincts kicked in, his mind screamed danger as he suddenly threw himself to the side. He watch in amazement as the wall that was previously behind him was spontaneously gouged out, long streaks of stone all carved out in a single moment.
Walhart then turned to Robin, the grin on his face several times wider as the Tacticians value increased once more in his mind.
"Oh, crap…" Was all Robin managed to voice out as Walhart dashed forward with inhuman speed, axe poised to tear the Tactician to pieces.
Robin once again took out his blade to try to redirect the axe, but this proved futile and he was slammed out onto the ground as the axe's sheer weighed overcame the blade. Robin's vision blurred as he looked up, and he could make out an odd shape soaring through the air…
Hey, is that a hand?
It does certainly resemble one.
That hand looks familiar though, doesn't it?
It most certainly does.
… That's our hand isn't it?
Yep
Pain suddenly flared in Robin's left arm as his body finally registered the fact that his hand had just been cut off. All he could do was lay there as Walhart slowly came over, axe dragging along the ground.
"It would appear as though this is the end of our little game Tactician." Walhart announced as the cheers in the stadium increased in volume, the crowd waiting for the final blow.
"Yes, it does seem that way" Robin sighed
"Well then, goodnight my friend' Walhart said cheerfully as he proceed to slam his axe downwards upon his foe.
Robin raised his sword in an attempt to at least lessen the pain he knew was coming in a mere moment. He closed his eyes as he waited for the axe to hit him, a moment later all that remained was silence…
However Robin was still conscious, the pain in his arm still flaring even now and as the Tactician opened his eyes, and he gasped in surprise.
There in front of him, was Walhart; eyes wide open in similar surprise as Robin, for his mighty Wolf Berg, a weapon that has seen the destruction of whole armies was stopped by the Tactician's sword. A sword that now completely in unnatural energy, lightning coursing through its length...
Sorcery… Robin heard Grima hiss.
Sorcery, the ability to use magic with no need for spell tomes or incantations; commonly referred to as true magic. Magic was something bound to the rules of the world, utilizing the world's symptoms in order to create seemingly unnatural things. Sorcery on the other hand did not rely on anything natural; instead it bypasses all laws and can change the very fabric of reality; the ultimate blasphemy upon the world.
"HA HA HA HA HA" Walhart laughed out Robin stood once more. "Impressive Tactician, you are proving more and more valuable with every moment!"
Robin stood once more in his fighting stance, his blade readied in front of him as he steadied it with his one hand. The Mark of Grima glowed a dark red, his irises shining with a similar color, and as he felt his strength renew, Robin's right eye bore a new mark. An eight pointed star emblazoned itself upon his right eye, the symbol giving off a feeling of… wrongness that unnerved even Walhart as he stared into it.
It would appear as though our journey has changed us a tad more than I had previously assumed… Grima stated darkly.
Robin would have given what the Fell Dragon said more thought if it was not for the great rush of energy he felt building up within him. This, boys and girls, is commonly referred to as a "Power High".
"Well then, Conqueror of Valm." Robin said with a smile that could be described as, psychopathic. "I think it's time to even the odds."
And with that, the battle between Tactician and Conqueror resumed once more.
Robin opened his eyes slowly, his mind felt hazy as he pushed himself up. His whole body felt numb, almost as though he got run over by a tank… which is a pretty accurate literally if you think about it. Robin sighed as he rubbed his face with his left hand.
Wait… left?
ABOUT DAMN TIME YOU WOKE UP YOU %_^*) #^
Robin jumped as Grima's scream tore through him.
What the hell!
Don't you 'What the hell' me! While you had your little beauty sleep I had to lay here dealing with our freakin' hand growing back! And let me tell you it hurt like a BITCH!
Our hand grew back, since when could we regenerate?
Hell if I know, while you couldn't be described as human in the first place since you were bred to be my vessel, this new addition, along with your stupid sorcery affinity, has kicked you right up to humanoid abomination in my book. Grima replied irritably.
Wow, this is the first time I've heard you talk that wasn't either ridiculously happy or mocking; was it really that bad?
Yes, yes it was that bad. Let me tell you having a whole hand grow back, bone, tendons, muscles and skin, is not a pleasant experience at all.
Robin flinched in sympathy for the dragon.
"Ha, awake already my friend!" A voice suddenly bellowed.
Robin turned to see Walhart strolling towards him in all of his shirtless glory, a new array of scars littering his body, wounds from a sword yet resembled the aftermath of burns.
"Far be it for me to assume that the man who could fight me to a draw would be kept down for long!" Walhart laughed out, and his eyes shifted to Robin's left hand. "And you continue to surprise me even now Tactician, I doubt even death itself could hold you for long!"
Robin gave a weak laugh as the Warlord patted his back. His reputation was slowly getting a boost in ways he did not want at all.
"Your unusual skills will be much appreciated within my army."
"Yeah I'm sure they will…. Say what?" Robin asked dumbly.
"Do you not remember?" Walhart replied with a smirk. "The conditions for the duel were that you were free to go if you defeated me, and that you would join me should you be unable to defeat me. Last I recall our battle ended in a draw, and so you, under the obligations set forth by the conditions you agreed to, are required to join my army as a general under my command."
…
….
"I look forward to working with you, my Judge" Walhart laughed as he walked away.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!"
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT
The soldiers did their work, every now and then glancing nervously at their new overseer.
Robin watched over them, arms crossed, as he was dealing with the frustrations his new situation was already giving him. Robin was currently wearing the new armor that Walhart had given him after "graciously" bestowing him the title of Judge, a title no doubt inspired by their little chat they had in the future.
The armor covered him from head to toe in silver armor, not as heavily armored as Walhart, but armored enough that it would withstand more punishment then most; Walhart did not want his precious new Tactician to die on him after all. There was also a black robe, much like the one he previously wore, that flowed out of its joints. The helmet was featureless, except for the four red eye like lenses that were fitted into it, and a painted eight-pointed star covering where the right eye should be; an addition Walhart ordered soon after the duel. Behind him flowed a cape, adorned with the heraldry of the Valmese Empire, and the Eye of Grima in a repeating pattern on the trims. Overall, the outfit was far too intimidating for Robin's tastes.
Who the hell does he think I am? Darth Vader?
Robin sighed as he thought of his misfortunes. However due to the helmet's distortion of his voice, the sigh came out as a growl which made the troops around him quicken their pace, afraid that their current speed may have irritated their very scary looking master.
Goddamn it. Robin swore internally. My whole hat was being the kind tactician who achieved victory through friendship, how the hell am I suppose to inspire people looking like this!
Not that I mean to interrupt your little identity crisis or anything, but I think there is a bigger issue to deal with right now.
And what might that be?
Remember how I said that the patterns that governed other worlds are leaking into this one? Well I happened to notice another one as you were angsting about your new job.
So, what did you notice oh omniscient one?
Well you see first off you have me in your head, a being which most of the world currently sees as the devil.
Yes
Then you've somehow managed to become the right hand man of Walhart, becoming his general that he will most likely use to conquer the rest of the continent and put down rebellions.
Yes, Robin said, not liking the direction Grima was taking this.
And then there's the fact that you can use sorcery, a thing commonly called black magic by many of the populace. And now you're currently sporting the whole evil overlord look there, while also having the whole high speed regeneration thing found in monsters…
Robin REALLY did not like the direction this was going now.
Basically what I am trying to say is, looking at our position now, doesn't it look like we're in the villain role?
Robin pondered about that for a moment, and he could really only think of one phrase as a response to that.
"SON OF A BITCH!"
Omake 1: It's… a boy?
"Hey Grima, I've got a question for you." Robin asked out loud since he was alone in the room.
Hmmm, what do you need Dear Tactician?
"Well I'm just wondering about something, back when we went through the gateway to the past, I got all that knowledge about all those worlds and stuff. But when I got information about our world, it was different."
Different, how so?
"Well instead of being like a dump of information, this was more like… memories. I remember things like the Hero King's battle against the Shadow Dragon from the perspective of some man named Kris."
Oh that battle, I remember that; I was there.
"…. You were there?"
Of course I was. I am a being of nigh endless lifespan after all. It's a funny story actually…
FLASHBACK
"Grandfather, grandpa Medeus!" Grima called out to the old man.
"Huh, what is it George?" The senile Manakete replied
"It's Grima"
"What?"
"I said my name is Grima." The future Fell Dragon said wearily.
"I know your name just fine Greg, now what is it?"
Grima sighed as he gave up on correcting the old dragon.
"It looks like that princess and her army has managed to bypass the castle's defenses, looks like they made it the center, I think they're going for the whole 'heroic final battle' cliché with you."
"Oh is that so? I suppose I should welcome them in." The Dark Dragon's attentiveness rose as the prospect of slaughter came to his mind.
Five minutes later
WELCOME TO DIE PRINCESS. YOU AND YOUR ARMIES HAVE COME SEEKING A MAN, BUT WHAT YOU HAVE FOUND IS A GOD. Medeus roared as his dark laughter filled the air.
"Prince", Marth, the one who shall later be known as the "Hero King" said simply.
EXCUSE ME?
"I said prince; I'm Prince Marth, not princess."
…. Was all Medeus could do to respond
"….." Was Grima's similar response as he watched things unfold from above.
The Dark Dragon paused as he looked closely at the "prince's" appearance. He then turned to the hooded figure that stood next to the "prince".
SERIOUSLY? The Dark Dragon asked the man, sheer confusion written all over its face.
"Seriously" The hooded man replied. "I know he looks like a woman, but Marth over there is, indeed a man; believe me even I had to double check a few times." The man then sighed as he muttered under his breath, "Such a waste too…"
Marth's eye twitched at that, and his irritation only grew when he saw how genuinely confused the Dark Dragon was.
BUT… HOW… WHAT… THAT DOESN'T EVEN…
"Oh for the love of…" Marth screamed out as he drew the Falchion. "Now my men, attack the beast while it is distracted!"
FLASHBACK END
"Wow, seriously?" Robin asked in between laughs. "The Hero King, being mistaken as a girl?"
I'm serious Grima chuckled I suppose the history books didn't think it was heroic that Marth only managed to get a critical hit because grandfather was still in a daze about his gender.
"I think this I'm going to have a bit of fun with this little piece of info." Robin chuckled darkly, "I never did get any payback from Lucina after she gave me that heart attack when she tried to kill me…"
In a future that has yet to pass...
"Achoo!" Lucina sneezed, pausing in the midst of combat with the risen. For some odd reason she felt this sense of foreboding coursing through her…
Author's Note: And that's a rap for chapter two. Wow, over eight thousand words and only two chapters done; I've outdone myself this time. If you guys are wondering about a few details I'll try my best to explain them. For the eight-pointed star that showed up look up "Chaos Undivided Symbol" on google, and think of it being in Robin's eye the same way the Mark of the Exalted is in Lucina's.
Also about the whole regeneration thing, don't worry, I won't be using that to make Robin a gary-stu, the only reason I added that is because I want Robin to suffer under some amusing injuries and still survive. As for his armor, think of it as being a combination of Final Fantasy 12's judge's armor, with Organization XIII's cloaks (except like trench coat in appearance and more robe like.) As for the whole sorcery thing, I just thought it would be cool if Robin could use spells, its not like its going to have any future plot relevence, Hollownerox says as he lays down another bit of foreshadowing.
And in case you're wondering what I have in store for later, let's just say that the "hole" will indeed be influencing a few of the characters, I have a particular idea in store for Cordelia. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
With that said, feel free to review and I'll see you guys next week!
EDIT: To quell reviewer Anthros' worries, have no fear, Robin will not suddenly become a Chaos Worshiper if that's what you're thinking. I mostly just put the whole star of Chaos Undivided thing to show that Robin was using the "Rules" of the Warhammer dimension in order to use his sorcery. Much like how he utilized the "Rules" of the DMC dimension in order to use Vergil's judgment cut with the katana. So don't worry, this won't be some wierd cross-over fic with Warriors of Chaos or space marines suddenly barging into the Fire Emblem verse.
EDIT #2: Just like to say thanks to meteorce for pointing out a few of the errors I made, seriously you would not believe how long I've been waiting for some criticism. Unfortunately I do not have any one willing to be my editor, so I have to proofread my writings myself; and in case anyone has yet to notice, I am pretty terrible at that.