Author's Note:

Although I do spell check my work and try to be thorough in not making mistakes, I am (like most of you I presume) human which means I'm prone to error. If you see some mistake, don't be hesitant to inform me of it, and I will try to do my best to fix it as soon as possible. Also, if you have a question, I'll try my best to answer it, provided it doesn't spoil too much of my story. That's enough of talking though, please enjoy my second chapter.

Unknown Location

Robin wakes up to a fight between a blue haired swordsman and a familiar looking sorcerer. The sorcerer held a dark tome in his hands that Robin had never seen before. The swordsman slashed and sliced at the sorcerer, but said sorcerer fought back, with a blade of dark energy in his non-tome hand. 'It must be that strange tome he's carrying that allows him to fight on even footing at close range with a swordsman' Robin concluded.

As the fight progressed, eventually the sorcerer found an opening and knocked the swordsman into a nearby wall. "Chrom!" Robin shouted, which was strange because he knew he had never met this man before. Yet for whatever reason, his name came off of Robin's tongue effortlessly, with complete confidence and without a second thought.

The man in question, Chrom, proceeded to get up from the rubble and lean on his sword. The sorcerer threw a bolt of dark energy towards him, but Robin intercepted it and slashed through it with his scythe. The sorcerer looks at Robin with a look of pure scorn.

Warily getting up on his feet, Chrom slowly makes his way to Robin's side. "This is it. Our final battle. You're one of us Robin, and no destiny can change that. Now lets kill this dastard and be done with it!"

Chrom drew his sword, and Robin readied his scythe. As one, the two charged the sorcerer. Seeing this, the sorcerer launched a ball of purple energy at them. On instinct, Robin shoved Chrom to the side and slashed with his scythe. The ball of energy exploded, and the destructive power scattered in all directions before fizzling out harmlessly. Chrom took this opportunity to close in and attempted to slash the sorcerer across his chest. The sorcerer formed another blade of energy, replacing the ball that he threw in his dominant hand, and blocked the swordsman's attack.

Taking this opportunity, Robin whirled his scythe in front of him. The eyes of the dragon on his scythe and the edges of the scythe blade, which had previously been glowing red, changed into a royal purple color. Feeling the transformation complete, Robin swung the scythe in a downwards arc, creating a blade of black energy that flew through the air towards the sorcerer

The sorcerer pushed Chrom aside and moved out of the way of the blade of energy. Seeing an opportunity, Robin dashed over to him and the scythe began to glow red again. He swung his scythe downwards, aimed at the sorcerer's chest. However, the sorcerer blocked it with a blade of dark energy.

Robin locked up the sorcerer's blade of dark energy with his scythe, not allowing the sorcerer to move it, unless he wished to be slashed open by Naglrath. "Now!" the Plegian prince shouted, as Chrom dashed behind the sorcerer and quickly slashed the sorcerer in the back. Grunting in pain, the sorcerer finally fell down.

Chrom made eye contact with Robin and smiled. "We did it. It's over now." "This isn't over! Damn you BOTH!" The sorcerer threw one final spell in their direction. On reflex, Robin shoved Chrom out of the way, getting hit by the bolt instead, getting knocked down in the process.

Chrom ran to Robin and helped him up. However, Robin noticed that his field of vision would flicker occasionally, making everything go red.

"Are you all right?" Chrom asked. "That's the end of him. Thanks to you, we carried the day. We can rest easy now. At long last…" Then he paused, seeming to notice the excruciating pain Robin was in. "What's wrong? Hang on-URKGGG" Chrom stumbled backwards, looking down in shock at the bolt of thunder magic stabbed through his abdomen. "This…. Isn't your fault. Promise me… promise me you'll escape this place… Please… Go…" with that, Chrom fell over, and stopped moving.

Ylissean Border

Robin felt tired. So tired. It felt like he had stayed up for several nights in a row. All he wanted to do was lie down and rest. He blissfully kept his eyes shut. Once he got some rest, he'll get up and go finish whatever he had been doing. But for now, nothing could keep him from enjoying in nap. That is, until an unfamiliar voice stirred him from his rest.

"Chrom, we have to do SOMETHING." he heard a rather feminine voice say.

"What do you propose we do?" Another seemingly familiar voice replied.

"I-I dunno!" replied the first voice.

Reluctantly, Robin opens his eyes. Standing over him were two figures. The first, presumably the owner of the female voice, was a rather short, (and rather pretty, he admitted to himself) girl with blonde hair done in two pigtails wearing a yellow dress. The other he recognized as the swordsman from his dream. He wore a blue shirt and a white cape with knee high boots.

The man, Chrom, spoke when he realized Robin had come to. "I see you're awake now." "Hey there." the girl chimed in. "There are better places to take a nap than the ground, you know. Give me your hand." With that, Chrom reached out his hand and helped Robin get up.

"You all right?" Chrom asked once Robin had gotten to his feet. "Y-Yes, thank you, Chrom." Robin replied. The man looked slightly taken aback for one moment, but then recomposed himself. "Ah, so I see you know who I am then?" he asked.

Robin furrowed his brow in frustration. "No, actually, it's rather strange… your name, it just suddenly came to me." Chrom tilted his head. "Hmm, how curious. Tell me, what is your name? What brings you here?"

Robin scratched his head. "My name? Its… uh… its…hmm?" Chrom looked confused. "You don't remember your own name?" "Well, I'm not sure if.. Wait. Where am I exactly?"

The girl raised her right index finger. "Hey, I've heard of this! It's called amnesia!" "It's called a load of pegasus dung." A third, gruff voice interrupted. It belonged to a Great Knight wearing light blue armor. "We're to believe you remember milord's name, but not your own?" "B-but.. It's the truth!" Robin replied defensively.

Chrom looked deep in thought. "But what if it IS true, Frederick? We can't just leave him here alone and confused, what type of shepherds would we be then?" "Just the same, milord". The man, Frederick, replied. "'Twould not be wise to let a wolf into our flock." Chrom nodded. "Right then, we'll take him to town and sort it out then."

"W-Wait a minute! Don't I get a say in this?" Robin panicked. "Peace friend." Chrom replied. "I promise we'll hear all you have to say back in town. Now come."

And with that, the three led a rather confused Robin down the road towards Southtown, moving further and further away from Plegia.

Along the road to Southtown

The four walked in absolute silence for several minutes.

"So…." Robin began. "Am I to be your prisoner then?" In response, he got laughter from Chrom. "No, you'll be free to go once we establish that you are no enemy of Ylisse."

Robin looked deep in thought. "Ylisse? So is that where we are then?

The knight, Frederick, scoffed at his response. "You've never heard of the halidom? Ha! Someone pay this actor. He plays quite the fool! The furrowed brow is especially convincing…"

Chrom frowned at the knight. "Frederick, please. This land is known as the Halidom of Ylisse. Our ruler, Emmeryn, is called the exalt. I suppose proper introductions are in order... My name is Chrom—but then, you already knew that. The delicate one here is my little sister, Lissa."

At this, the girl shook her fists above her head in protest. "I am NOT delicate! Hmph… ignore my brother please. He can be a bit thick sometimes." Then she tilted her head in thought. "Although you're lucky us shepherds found you. Brigands would have been a rude awakening."

Robin looked confused. "Shepherds? You tend sheep? In full armor?" Chrom smiled. "Believe it or not, it's a dangerous job. Just ask Frederick the Wary here." He gestured at the mounted knight. In response, Frederick put his fist to his chestplate. "A title I shall wear with pride. Gods forbid one of us keeps an appropriate level of caution. I have every wish to trust you, stranger, but my station mandates otherwise."

Robin nodded in understanding. "That is probably wise. I would do the same thing if I were in your position." Then his eyes lit up, as if he just discovered a great revelation. "My name is Robin!" he claimed excitedly. "I just remembered that. I suppose that's one mystery solved."

"Robin?" Chrom questioned. "Isn't that a Plegian name?" 'It would make sense, considering the cloak he's wearing looks Plegian.' Chrom thought to himself. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Lissa's cry of alarm.

"Chrom!" Lissa shouted. "The town!" she gestured frantically in the direction of Southtown.

Chrom gritted his teeth at the sight. "Damn it! The town's ablaze! Those blasted brigands no doubt… Frederick! Lissa! Quickly!"

"What about him?" Frederick asked, gesturing towards Robin. "Unless he's on fire too, it can wait." came the reply. Frederick nodded in agreement. "Aptly put, milord." "Let's go already!" Lissa cried in impatience.

With that, the three ran off towards the town, leaving a rather confused Robin behind.

"Wait, what about me?" Robin wondered. He stood there for a moment, not sure of what to do. Finally, he sighed and decided to run after them.

Southtown

Chrom, Frederick and Lissa arrived in the middle of Southtown, to find merchants' stands knocked over, the merchandise spilling all across the floor. Cries for help could be heard from several different directions as several brigands swept the city for anything of value.

At the very center of town, a brigand that seemed to be their leader gestured to his men to work faster. "Wa ha ha! Get to it, lads! Grab anything shiny, and put the rest to the torch! We gots an example to set for these Ylissean types! No village is safe from Garrick and his men!"

The brigands, who didn't seem to notice the arrival of Chrom and the others, continued to work hard to squeeze every last valuable item from the merchants of the town.

"Chrom! We have to stop them!" Lissa whispered. Chrom gritted his teeth. "Don't worry, after today, these bandits will never bother anyone ever again." he said with resolve.

"Wait!" Robin exclaimed as he finally caught up to the three. He rested his hands on his knees, taking the time to catch his breath. "Robin? You followed us? Why?" Chrom asked. "I...I'm not certain myself, but I'm not defenceless, and I know my way around a fight… if you'll have me."

Chrom nodded approvingly. "Of course-strength in numbers. Just stay close!" "Remember Robin, we face thieves and murderers," Reminded Frederick. "They will grant us no quarter. It is kill or be killed."

Robin nodded and pulled a yellow tome out of his cloak. Seeing this, Chrom felt compelled to ask a question. "Is that a tome? You know magic?" Robin nodded. "Yes, I think so. Also, I have this…"

At this point, he reached into his cloak again, and retrieved a crystal ball that fit in the palm of his hand. The bottom half of the globe was encased in a black metal that resembled six feathery wings enveloping the ball in a tight embrace.

Robin closed his eyes in concentration. When he reopened them, his eyes had a faint green glow. A large grid appeared over the orb, with the crystal ball as its center. A variety of characters dotted the board, resembling chess pieces, with some being red and some being green. At the very center stood one single blue piece. (Author's note: Think of this as a holographic projection.) "Woah…" Lissa said in wonder.

"This is something I built. I don't remember how or why, but I do know it can help us out a lot in battle." Robin explained. "It's called Hekseer, and I can use it to read the battlefield, meaning I can make plans for how to win the battle accordingly. Let me start by marking you all as allies."

Without moving his body, Robin tightened the concentration of his mind and 3 of the pieces near the center turned to blue. "Ok. We are ready. Most of the brigands are straight ahead of us, with what I presume to be their leader right behind them." Robin frowned. "There are some mages, or possibly scholars carrying tomes as well. But they don't seem to be in conflict with the brigands, meaning they could very well be thieves as well."

Robin turned to Frederick. "You have the most mobility out of any of us. Mages have very poor defences, so you should attack all of them on sight. If you attack them before they attack you, there is a good chance they'll be dead before they can fire a single spell." Frederick nodded in acknowledgement.

Robin then faced Chrom. "Most of the brigands have axes as their main weapons. Furthermore, considering their traits and backgrounds, it is highly likely that their form of fighting consists of all power and no skill. This gives you an immense advantage, since you use a sword. Try to fight them one at a time, and you should be able take them out easily." "Right." Chrom responded.

Finally, Robin addressed Lissa. "Since you have no weapons to fight with, stay towards the back. Heal anyone that gets injured." This earned a nod from the girl.

Robin then placed the hand holding his tome to his chest and addressed Chrom and Frederick one last time. "I will support the two of you from a distance with my magic. I'll also be the primary wall of defence for Lissa should anyone get past you two. Now, let's begin!"

With a plan in mind, the four raced towards the brigands. It wasn't until the first brigand got slashed across the chest by Chrom and another mage got impaled by Frederick's lance before they finally noticed the four.

The brigands charged towards them, with no sense of order or intelligent planning. One swung his axe at Chrom, but the swing was extremely telegraphed. Chrom easily stepped to the side and slashed upwards, leaving a deep cut across the brigands side. Said brigand cried in pain, before falling to the ground. Not allowing his opponent a moment of rest, Chrom stabbed the fallen brigand through the chest, instantly killing him.

Frederick was also fairing fairly well. He rode around the square, impaling any and all mages he saw, and when there were no nearby mages, he easily took on the axe-wielding brigands, despite having the weapon disadvantage. Eventually, a mage threw a wind spell at him from a distance. Frederick didn't have time to dodge it, and got hit, sustaining minor injuries.

"Lissa!" shouted Robin as he cast a bolt of thunder at a brigand running at Chrom while the blue haired swordsman was fighting off another enemy. "Right!" Came the reply. The girl in question ran forward and began the chant with her staff held up. After a brief delay, a refreshing wave of energy flew across Frederick's body, healing the minor wounds caused by the wind spell. Nodding towards Lissa in appreciation, the knight sped off in the direction of his attacker.

Seeing an opportunity, another brigand ran towards Lissa with axe held high, earning a scream of help from the blonde. Lissa covered her eyes with her hands, expecting the worst, but instead of feeling pain, she heard a "GLURK" sound in front of her. Opening her eyes, she noticed her attacker on the ground, dead, with a large burn wound on his chest, caused by electricity.

Turning her head towards Robin, she received a wide smile from the amnesiac. She waved her hand and smiled in thanks, earning a nod of acknowledgement from Robin.

At this point, the leader of the brigands, Garrick, realized things were not going their way. "You there!" he barked to all his nearby allies. "Charge at them, there are only four of them for Grima's sake! I'll sneak around, and ambush them from behind." With that, Garrick sneakily pathed around the fallen carts and stands until he ended up closest to Robin.

'This guy seems to be the one callin' the shots' he mused. 'He doesn't look like he has anything except a tome. If I get close enough, it's an easy kill.' With that, he raised his axe and charged the tactician.

Lissa was surveying the battleground, making sure Chrom and Frederick stayed healthy. Fortunately, the battle was rather easy because they followed Robin's plan. The two stayed out of the way of mages, and Frederick charged in whenever they attempted to get close. Chrom drew the brigands towards him one at a time, and handily beat each one. Feeling satisfied, Lissa turned back around towards Robin, and her face paled. Robin, who was busy aiming his thunder tome didn't seem to see a particularly burly bandit sneak up on him. She began to panic. "Chrom! Robin needs help!" Lissa cried.

Hearing this, Chrom quickly cut down his current opponent and turned his head towards Robin, also seeing an assailant sneaking up on the white haired strategist.

'Shit! He doesn't have any close range weapons!' Chrom thought as he began to run back towards Robin. "Watch out! He shouted."

Garrick raised his axe and was about to bring it down with a look of victory on his face. However, Chrom and Lissa's warnings gave Robin enough time to turn around. He didn't look panicked Instead, a feral grin appeared over his face.

Robin dropped his tome and reached out towards his side with his right hand and made a grabbing motion. As he pulled his hand back, a black scythe materialized out of the air. When the scythe fully appeared, the six eyes of the dragon's head glowed red. He swung the weapon around, catching the axe at the point where the axe blade connected to the handle. With an experienced twist of his blade, Robin jerked the axe free of the brigands grasp, causing it to fly away from the assailant's hands.

The brigand had one moment to realize he really fucked up before he was slashed in two by a horizontal swing from Robin's deadly weapon. When the blade made contact with the brigand, the edges of the blade began to glow red uncontrollably. Blood flew out from the wound in the direction of the slash and splattered onto the ground a few feet away. As the brigand died, the flesh around the slash wound began to turn paler and paler.

Robin knelt down over the corpse and cupped his hands above the dead body, causing a ball of energy to appear in them. He grasped this energy in his left hand and closed his fist around it. Then, he reached to his left and made a pushing motion, releasing the energy away from him, and causing it to flicker out of existence. The whole time, Chrom and Lissa stared at him, dumbstruck.

"Wh-What was that?" Lissa stammered in bewilderment. "Y-you just pulled that out of thin air!" Chrom just shook his head, not believing his eyes. Frederick, on the other hand, rode over after killing the last brigand. He leveled his lance at Robin.

"You have proven to be quite dangerous. I must ask that you hand over your weapons until we deem you trustworthy." Robin was just about to protest when Chrom spoke first. "Peace Frederick. He may be strong, but he hasn't shown that he is of threat to Ylisse yet. After all, he just fought alongside us to save Ylissean lives. And besides," Chrom added. "If he were one of Plegia's assassins, I think I would be dead by now."

Frederick pondered these words for a moment, before retracting his lance. "I will not press the matter, for the sake of my liege. But," he warned. "I will keep a close eye on you."

Chrom looked at Robin. "Besides Frederick, the shepherds are in great need of a tactician like Robin, don't you agree? I may technically be a leader, but I've never been known for my battle tactics."

"THAT'S an understatement," Lissa muttered under her breath. "What was that?" Chrom furrowed his eyebrows. "N-Nothing! Nothing at all!" stammered Lissa, holding her hands up.

Chrom turned back to Robin. "So how about it? Will you join us Robin?"

Robin didn't need any time to think about it. "I would be honored."

Chrom, Robin, Frederick and Lissa (sort of) then proceeded to help the villagers bury or burn the dead. As they worked, Frederick brought up something that he found troubling.

"Did you notice milord? These brigands spoke with a Plegian accent." "Plegian? What is that?" Robin wondered out loud. Chrom sighed. "Plegia is Ylisse's western neighbor. They send small bands across our border, hoping to start a war."

"And it's the townsfolk that suffer! The poor, innocent, helpless townfolk…" Lissa chimed in. "They do have us milady." Frederick replied. "Shepherds to protect the sheep." 'Oh, so THAT is what they mean by shepherds' Robin thought to himself.

Just then, a small group of villagers approached the four. "Milord, please! You must stay the night! We are simple folk of simple means, but we would gladly toast your valor with a feast!" One villager exclaimed.

"I thank you for your kind offer, but we must press onwards back towards Ylisstol." Frederick explained. "And besides, 'twould be rude of us to press upon your resources."

"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!" Lissa complained. "When night falls, we will camp on the ground, and eat off the land. We'll make our bed of twigs and the like. It's the only way to get back to Ylisstol by tomorrow." Chrom also thanked the villagers for their kindness, but politely refused their offer.

When they finished tending to the dead, the four made their way northwards, towards the capital of Ylisse.

Chrom: Age: 18

Class: Lord

Lissa: Age: 16

Class: Cleric

Frederick: Age: 24

Class: Great Knight