ORIGINAL A/N: Ok, here's the next chapter...

Oh, right, I forgot to mention in Chapter 1's Author Notes: when it becomes time for this to be relevant, I WILL be doing twin Morgan/Morgana again...then again, I DID say assume such from now on in my other stories...well, just for those who haven't read them...

Ok, but now, REVIEWS:

mr wang: I KNOW! It's just...I get SO MANY ideas for stories...and TBH, I just can't stop them, nor can I ignore them...

Now...ONTO THE CHAPTER!

NEW A/N: ...Not much to say...ON WITH THE SHOW!


Chapter 2: The Guardian Cometh

I sped through the burning village on my Dawnchaser, keeping a look out for the Shepherds. I knew I had to hurry, as I didn't know whether Chrom's group was already through here.

"Don't worry, Guardian. I calculated when you got here, and they were just coming in sight of the city as I got you awake. They should still be fighting the brigands."

"I hope you're right, Spark," I replied to the Ghost. I REALLY did sometimes imagine my Ghost as like Guilty Spark from Halo...

...I immediately reminded myself to punch my other self should I ever meet him...

Just then, Spark sounded out, "Interesting, I have got fighting on my sensors...Yes! It's them!" He showed them on a holoscreen he put up: 2 brigand Myrmidons have engaged Chrom in sword combat, another Myrmidon and a Mage are fighting Robin (Hah! It IS a female Robin! And a 'younger build' version, to boot...Hmmm...why does she look like my usual build for Fem!Robin...meh, whatever...), Frederick is curb-stomping a pair of Mages and a Barbarian...not surprising...and Lissa...

...Oh, SHIT! Lissa's caught by a pair of Barbarians! I landed my Dawnchaser behind the buildings that the brigands have Lissa cornered against. I saw that Chrom and Frederick were well aware of the trouble, but unable to disengage to protect Lissa...

...Well, I guess it's up to me..."Spark. Is my gear rated for taking on a direct Axe Blow?"

"I would hardly recommend it...but the damage SHOULD be minimal enough to allow for a quick repair to bring the armor back up to spec...as long as the enemy inflicting it is quickly dispatched."

"Good to know...because what I'm about to do is either really brave or really stupid..."

"Would I be correct in guessing both, Guardian?"

"Probably," I replied, as I searched my weapons. "Yes! It IS here!" I exclaimed in excitement, as I pulled out the Exotic-Ranked Shotgun Invective. "Alright...time to cook a few brigands." I then charged forward, towards where the brigands had Lissa cornered...and arrived in time, pushing her out of the way, as the Barbarian's axe came down on my armor. The axe didn't penetrate far, before it stopped. By then, I had Invective pushed into the man's chest, and I fired, blasting it into chunks. The other Barbarian charged at me and I turned the shotgun on him, firing it one-handed into the man's face, blowing it, and the whole head, off.

Having finished the brigands off, I turned to Lissa, who seemed to be shocked and frightened. As I approached her, she seemed to defensively hold her staff in front of her. 'Of course she's frightened of me,' I thought, rolling my eyes and cocking my head to the side a little, 'I just came out of no where and effortlessly killed two guys. Who WOULDN'T be scared?'

I approached Lissa, and then, taking one hand off my shotgun, I extended it to her. She seemed confused a moment, before tentatively accepting it, allowing me to pull her to her feet. "Are you alright?" I asked.

"Uhm...yeah...thanks..." she replied, clearly nervous.

"Don't mention it..." I replied, before pumping the shotgun. "Let's go: we got brigands to take out, and a village to save, don't we?"

Lissa's eyes widened...and a smile finally graced her face. "That's right! Come on!"

I laughed in my head. 'I always thought she was cute...' I thought to myself, before following. When I caught up, I told her, "Get in close so you can cover the others; I'll cover your six!"

"Uhm...what?" Lissa asked.

I had to stop myself from facepalming. 'Of COURSE they don't know that kind of slang,' I thought to myself. "I'll make sure they don't get close to you while you keep the others healed."

"Oh, right!" Lissa replied, and we moved in.

I heard Chrom call. "Lissa! I saw you get cornered, are you alright? And who's that?"

"He helped me out, Chrom. Don't worry, he's protecting me, just worry about the brigands, and I'll worry about patching you up!"

Chrom nodded at Lissa, before turning to me. "We'll talk after the fight."

"Roger, roger," I said, smirking under my helmet at the reference I made to the B1 Battle Droids from Star Wars...funny little shits...

I managed to get my head back in the game fast enough to aim my shotgun at the head of a Barbarian that tried to charge myself and Lissa and fire, killing it instantly. Then, a row of 3 enemy archers appeared on a nearby building. "Archers!" Frederick called.

'Ok, I heard rumors that Ghosts can read their Guardian's thoughts...any truth to that?' I thought to myself.

'Same with the ability for Ghosts to respond in kind,' Spark responded in my mind.

'Good, so...I can use Shatter Nova Bomb, right?' I thought.

'Of course: that was your chosen form of Nova Bomb, wasn't it? I can help you apply lance to it: that should allow you to hit all 3 archers.'

'Good enough for me!' I replied in my mind, before charging the power of Light into my hand.

Lissa probably noticed me, since I heard her ask, "Wait...what're you-" She couldn't finish before I launched the Nova Bomb.

For added fun, I declared, as I did so, "Nova Bomb! Shatter!" (Damn, it felt good doing that, no wonder Owain liked doing it!)

The Nova Bomb shot forth at high speeds towards the archers. They split apart, probably thinking it'd hit only one of them...before it splintered into 3 pieces, each aimed at an enemy. The archers couldn't react fast enough, and all 3 were blasted back off the building, presumably dead before they hit the ground.

"I'll explain later," I said, responding to Lissa's confused and slightly fearful expression. At that point, I saw a small squad of Myrmidons coming our way, so I put Invective away, switching it out for my Evergreen II.I Pulse Rifle, due to a quicker rate of fire. At that point, I began opening fire, bursts of bullets tearing into the Myrmidons' armor and helmets, dropping them quickly. Once that threat was cleared, I took a look around: Robin and Frederick were mopping up the rest of the brigands, and Chrom was already advancing against the lead brigand of this raid...Garrick, was it? Ah, whatever, he's gonna die the same.

I decided to watch Chrom's fight, as now my mere presence seems to be an anathema to the brigands, meaning as long as she's near me, Lissa's in no danger, and I'm fulfilling my job here. However, if I expected Chrom to take down Garrick easily, I was mistaken, as Garrick seemed to perform a successful feint against the prince. 'Cheating bastard!' I screamed in my head.

'Actually, it was a legitimate-'

'NOT NOW!' I then readied Evergreen II.I for fire, and began reading an attack. 'I still have my Life Steal Energy Drain, right?'

'Yes, like I said-'

'Good!' With that, I said to Lissa, "Stay close!" With that, I charged at Garrick, Lissa, after recovering from the shock of me doing that, followed. When I closed, Garrick seemed ready to perform a crippling blow to the prince, when I yelled, "Hey, asshole!"

Garrick's attention was drawn to me for a moment...as I sent a burst of my Pulse Rifle into the man's hand and axe, knocking it away. I then brought my pulsating hand to the man...

"Energy Drain! Life Steal!"

...And began draining from him for a moment. When I finished, the man staggered back, some of his energy drained and his weapon knocked from his grasp, and Chrom had no issues finishing him. When he did, Chrom turned to me, smiled, and said, "Thanks for the assist."

"No problem, sir," I replied, nodding respectfully. With that, Lissa rushed by and hugged her brother. A moment later, Robin and Frederick approached.

"Well, that's the end of that," Robin said, a smile on her face.

"Lucky for the town, we were close by. But holy wow, Robin! You were incredible! Swords, sorcery, AND tactics! Is there anything you can't do?" Lissa exclaimed to the Tactician. Then, she turned to me. "And you! Those weird staff things you have-"

"Guns, they're called guns," I replied.

"Right, those guns you have, they're powerful! And that purple magic stuff you did! It was a little nerve-racking, but still!"

"You're certainly no helpless victim," Chrom said, "And you're definitely no helpless wanderer, that much is for sure."

"Indeed. Perhaps you might even be capable of an explanation for how you came here?" Hah, classic Frederick. "As well as you, sir..."

'Don't worry, Guardian, it'd be appropriate to introduce yourself as such to them...' Spark said in my head.

'Alright, but note I WILL have to introduce you to them, too...'

'...Very well...'

I cleared my throat. "Treton Shobek. Voidwalker Warlock. Guardian. And this is..." I held out my left hand, palm up, and Spark, on cue appeared.

"Greetings: I am Spark. I am the Ghost to Voidwalker Treton Shobek. I am responsible for ensuring my Guardian's situational awareness, communication with the Jumpship, inventory storage, and, a lesser function, media entertainment. As you may have guessed, myself and the Guardian are not of your world."

"You mean...you are from the Outrealms?" Frederick asked, his stoic voice betraying the BAREST hint of shock.

"It would take far too much time to explain. Regrettable: it would be useful to fully inform you of the situation," Spark replied, "Nevertheless, we are here to assist you."

Frederick gave Spark a nod that basically said an exasperated 'Very well...', before turning to Robin. "Now..."

Robin replied, somewhat nervous at being stared down, "I understand your skepticism, Sir Frederick. And I cannot explain why only some knowledge has returned to me. But please, believe me. I have shared all that I know."

"You fought to save Ylissean lives. You both have. My heart says that's enough," Chrom stated.

Frederick then stated, "And your mind, milord? Will you now heed its council as well?"

Chrom first gestured towards Robin. "Frederick, the Shepherds could use someone with Robin's talents. We've brigands and unruly neighbors, all looking to bloody our soil. Would you really have us lose such an able tactician? Besides, I believe her story, odd as it might be."

"Th-thank you, Chrom," Robin replied, grateful.

Chrom then turned to me. "And we've all seen what Treton could do, those...'guns'...of his pack a punch, and that magic he possesses-"

"Pardon me, milord, but it's called 'Void'. I am a Voidwalker, after all..." I said, snickering a little.

"...Of course...and that 'Void' he uses is quite potent, and seems to possess various abilities. It would be folly to merely send him away, especially since he proved himself saving Lissa's life from those brigands."

'This turned out easier than expected. Fascinating,' Spark thought towards me.

'You're telling me,' I thought.

"So how about it? Will you both join us?" Chrom asked.

Robin seemed excited by the offer. "I would be honored," she replied.

I snickered, pulled out my shotgun, and rested it over my shoulder. "You bet I'll join!"

Then, Frederick approached. "Did you notice, milord? The brigands spoke with a Plegian accent."

"Plegian? What's that?" Robin asked.

Chrom then explained to the amnesiac Tactician, "Plegia is Ylisse's westerly neighbor. They send small bands into our territory, hoping to instigate a war."

I huffed. "Dumbasses..."

"And it's the poor townsfolk who suffer! Totally innocent, and totally helpless..." Lissa added, upset just remembering it.

"Oh, scratch that, then: Dumbasses and assholes..." I amended.

Spark then appeared. "Bands of raiders being sent by a nation to make the civilian population of another nation suffer? Why, that is absolutely unacceptable."

"I do not disagree," Frederick told the Ghost, before turning to Lissa. "They do have us, milady: Shepherds to protect the sheep. Do not be swept up in your anger. It will cloud your judgment.

"I know, I know... Don't worry. I'll get used to all this," Lissa replied.

Just then, a Villager came up to them. "Milord, please! You must stay the night! We are simple folk of simple means, but we would gladly toast your valor with a feast!"

Frederick intercepted him. "A most generous offer, sir, and no doubt your hospitality would be grand... But I'm afraid we must hurry back to Ylisstol."

Lissa had said, not catching Frederick until part way into her comment, "Dark meat only for me, medium well, and no salt in the soup. I simply— Wait, what?! We're not staying?! But, Frederick, it's nearly dark!"

"When night falls, we'll camp. Eat off the land, make our bed of twigs and the like... I believe you mentioned you would be "getting used to this"?" Frederick said, a little too smugly.

"Frederick? Sometimes I hate you," Lissia cutely groaned.

"You've quite the stern lieutenant there," Robin stated.

Lissa responded, "Yeah, well, "stern" is one name for it. I can think of a few others!"

"Hard-ass comes to mind," I muttered to Lissa. She just smiled at me and nodded in agreement.

Chrom stated, "Frederick only smiles when he's about to bring down the axe."

"Well, I'll file that away under 'scary shit'..." I stated.

At the same time, Robin said, "Duly noted."

"Ahem! You do realize I AM still present?" Frederick pointed out.

"Oh, we realize," Chrom replied.

"Heh heh," Robin laughed.

"Milord remains as amusing as ever. Now then, shall we be going?" Frederick asked.

"All right, all right. Ready to go, Robin? Treton? The capital isn't far."


"I told you—it's getting dark already!" Lissa complained, "...Ech! And now the bugs are out! Noisy, disgusting bugs that buzz around and crawl all over and bite you when—Agh! Won goph in mah mouph! Blech! Ptooey!"

"You know, there's an old saying from my homeworld: close your mouth and stop catching flies!" I laughed after saying that, earning a cute pout from the princess.

Chrom gave a chuckle, before commenting, "Aw, come on now, Lissa. Hardship builds character. Want to help me gather firewood?"

"Tpht! Tpht! Yeeeeeuck! ...I think I swallowed it... I'll pass on finding firewood, thanks. I think I've built QUITE enough character for one day!"

Robin then said, "We should probably think about food. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"Yes, I should think a little hunting and gathering is in order. Now, who wants to clear a campsite?" Frederick asked.

"Alright, I'm doing the hunting," I commented, bringing out Evergreen II.I. "Anyone got any preferences? Wolf? Deer? Bear? No? Alright, see ya in a few hours!" I then left the group, Spark following close behind to ensure I knew where the others were. After some time, I found a bear, and managed to shot it in the head. 'Really, this is incredible: I've never been this much of a marksman before...The Traveler REALLY must have upped my game for this...' I thought.

With Spark's help, I managed to get the bear back to the camp, and an hour or so later, we were roasting the bear over a fire. Everyone sat down around the campfire, and I reached up for my helmet. Everyone seemed expectant to see my face. 'Well...they HAVE only seen my helmet and Voidwalker outfit,' I thought to myself, 'And, I'm not hiding my appearance at all.' When I pulled my helmet off, everyone seemed shocked at how young I looked. I was only around my late teens, early 20s, so I was about as old as Chrom. I couldn't help but notice Lissa blush a little when she saw my face. "Well...let's get to eating, shall we?" Everyone seemed to jolt when I spoke...of course, without my voice going through a helmet with the comm-like effects, it's likely my voice sounds a little different.

Soon, the bear was being served up, and, except for Lissa and Frederick (as I expected), everyone was digging in. "Mmm... It's been too long since I last had bear meat. Delicious! ...What's wrong, Lissa? Dig in," Chrom stated.

"Pass! ...Gods, couldn't you spear us an animal normal people eat for once? I mean, come on! Who eats bear?! You're meddling with the food chain. Right, Robin? ...Uh, Robin?" Robin was too busy digging into the meat.

"You...said you found her in a field, right?" I asked, "Do you know how long she was there? She could have been there for days, so, who knows when she'd eaten last?"

Lissa sighed. "I suppose a person would enjoy just about anything after not eating for days..."

"Just eat it, Lissa. Meat is meat," Chrom stated.

"Since when does meat smell like old boots?! Wait, I take that back—boots smell better!" Lissa exclaimed.

"Come on, Lissa," I stated, "It tastes better than it smells."

Frederick then added, "Every experience makes us stronger, milady. Even those we don't enjoy."

"Really? Then why don't I see YOU eating, Frederick?" Lissa asked.

Frederick then stated, "Me? Oh, well... I'm not hungry. I...I had a large lunch! Yes, quite."

'Bullshit,' I thought, amused.

Lissa wasn't fooled either. "Yeah right, Frederick!"

The group and I continued eating, and, when I saw that Lissa hadn't eaten anything, I sighed, and looked through my bag. Sure enough, there were some rations in their. I took one out, broke a piece off, and nibbled it. It had a bland flavor, but it's possible Lissa wouldn't mind. "Hey..." I got Lissa's attention. "It might be a little bland, but it's better than nothing." I then tossed her the ration, which she broke off a piece of and ate.

She grimaced a little, before saying, "Well...it could be worse...it's better than bear meat, at least."

"Sorry I don't have better: didn't have much when I got here, lucky I had that..." I commented to her.

"Well," Chrom said, "It's getting late, we should head to bed."

"I'll take first watch," Frederick volunteered.

"No need," I commented, "I'm not feeling particularly tired yet."

The group looked at me for a moment, before Frederick yawned a little. Chrom then said, "Well, that settles it: Treton gets first watch."


I continued watching out for enemies, because, since I played the game, I knew what was coming: Risen...as well as the arrival of Lucina, so it was because of that that I didn't go after Chrom and Lissa when they woke up (although I did have Spark go follow the two, so I'd know when to get a move-on). I decided to go through what I knew was going to happen: so far, everything happened as it should have: the village was attacked, the brigands driven off, we made it to this forest, Chrom and Lissa snuck off.

I began training my Nova Bomb, trying to teach myself the Vortex Augment, so I could freely make Vortex Bombs, preferably shatter ones.

And sure enough...

'Guardian! It is like you said! They are now facing Risen!' said Spark in my head.

I stood up, and fired my shotgun into the air, waking Robin and Frederick. "What is going on?" Robin groaned.

"We got trouble! Chrom and Lissa snuck off: I deployed Spark to keep an eye on them, and are now being faced off against by unknown creatures!" I called out.

"What?! We have to find them!" Frederick called.

"Already on it!" I then summoned my Dawnchaser to my side, earning shocked (and, in Robin's case, excited and intrigued) expressions from the others there. "I'll scout out where the hell the bastards are coming from, you guys back Chrom and Lissa up!"

"Alright!" Robin called, and, without another word, she departed, followed shortly after by Frederick. I then sped off on my Dawnchaser, flying through the forest at top speed. Frederick and Robin can help Chrom and Lissa, I had other worries...

...And they soon came into view, as I saw Marth...or rather, Lucina...cutting down Risen, as they came through a portal. I wasted no time, pulling out Evergreen II.I and tried to aim onehanded at the Risen...before stopping. 'Fuck this: I'm a Voidwalker, not a Gunslinger.' I then put the Pulse Rifle back, before charging a Nova Bomb. When I came within range of the Risen, but felt comfortable aiming around Lucina...

"Nova Bomb! Shatter!"

That got Lucina's attention, and, from what little I could see with the mask over her face, her expression was that of...recognition? Wait, did I already go through this timeline once? Does that mean Lucina knows about me? Whatever...the Nova Bomb's airborne, and heading towards the Risen...and now they detonated, blasting them into the air, and destroying them. Ok, now to dismount my Dawnchaser, pull out Invective, and begin shooting at them. I ran for the Risen, running into the crowd, firing a shotgun into one of them, Life Steal Energy Draining on another.

Soon, they were all gone...or so I thought. However, I heard Lucina shout something shortly after.

"Uncle!"

I quickly whirled around, and saw the last Risen, a Risen Warrior about to split me open (or try to, it'd take a hit or 2 to pierce my helmet). I managed to get my shotgun aimed, and I fired in its face, dropping it. I allowed my adrenaline to lower...then, suddenly, I realized what Lucina said. "Wait one fucking second! Uncle?!"


ORIGINAL A/N: Well, that's that for the chapter.

Now, would you guys like some third-person sections that show certain events not pertaining to Treton directly, or should I keep the story 100% first-person, from Treton's perspective? Asking because there are some...differences...I think you guys might be interested in reading about (part of why I cut off the chapter when I did,)...

NEW A/N: Not much to say...see you next chapter!