"Checkmate!" Robin yelled, her white hair being blown back from the force of her Thoron tome. The risen she had been fighting fell off its horse and faded into purple smoke.
"Nice one, Mother!" Morgan cheered from beside her, making quick work of another risen with an Elfire tome. "You really hit him good!"
"Keep your head in the battle, Morgan!" Lucina shouted to him from where she and her father were locked in battle with five more risen. She cut down two with a couple easy swings of her Falchion.
He stuck his tongue out at her before whirling around to finish a risen on a griffin that Nowi was having trouble with.
Robin smiled at him, feeling so proud of her future son and daughter. She turned away from her children and husband and stepped away from the fray to do a routine check on the Shepherds:
Chrom, Lucina and Morgan were having no troubles. Ricken and Lissa were also faring well, as were Tharja and Libra. Both couples fought marvellously together and a few risen were never a challenge for them. Donnel looked like he could've used some help with a risen knight but just as Robin thought that, Anna came to his aide. Where was… Ah, Virion was shooting arrow after arrow at the risen from the safety of a high tree. Robin watched as a risen cut Henry solidly across his left arm with a lance. Henry began to giggle hysterically as his blood was absorbed into his cloak and fired at the risen with a Ruin tome. Robin shuddered; no matter how good of a sage he was, Henry gave her the creeps. Lon'qu and Panne, check. Frederick, check. Sully and Stahl…
Suddenly, a hand with a sickly smelling cloth covered Robin's mouth and nose from behind. She sucked in a panicked breath through the cloth without thinking as her Thoron tome was knocked from her hand and her arms were twisted behind her back. Robin immediately began to feel drowsy from the drug on the cloth and she struggled to free herself from her attacker's hold, now disoriented. She tried to call out to her family and friends, but she couldn't form the words or raise her voice. Her head spun with dizziness and she would have lost her balance if she had not been supported by the person or thing behind her. Her attacker began to drag her backwards away from the battle still raging in front of her.
Through the haze of her fading consciousness, Robin turned her head to look over her shoulder, hoping to get a glimpse of her attacker.
She couldn't believe her eyes. No. It's not him. It couldn't be him. She must already be dreaming.
Behind her was a tall man with tousled brown hair and used to be gentle brown eyes. The same kind man she had fought with for so long, put her trust in for so long. Those same eyes that avoided her own now.
Why, Stahl? She thought, the betrayal stinging painfully in her chest, before everything faded into blackness. Why?
A/N It's too short for not posting in an eternity, I know, but I will be posting more soon. Merci et R&R!