A/N:
Ok, this part is done.
I'll most likely update once maybe twice a week if I'm lucky. Besides asking Dad every day "Can I borrow your laptop to update my story?" would get on his nerves. Plus he has a Christmas and Thanksgiving Sermon to work on, plus the Christmas Cantata that he stars in. It's the 'Christmas Shoes'! Funny thing is, the Grinch song is in the show and it's directed at HIM! And we tease him about being a Grinch til Dec. 26! HAHAHAHAHA!
Anyway! Enjoy this Chapter!
Prologue: The Verge of History Part 2
Narrators POV
Robin sighed as Chrom left him with his sister. Gently, he laid her down on the ground and thought for a minute. He looked at her broken leg and suddenly he knew what to do. Knowledge on how to fix broken bones and other major and minor injuries came to him. He quickly looked around. His eyes landed on some tree branches that were on the ground not too far from where they were. He gathered two of the stronger ones then went back to her.
He placed her legs strait out in front of him. "This will hurt a bit. I'm sorry sister, but it has to be done." He said, thinking that she was still unconscious.
It was quite the opposite.
She had been awake since Chrom cursed when he saw the town burn. She had heard in his voice some kind of emotion when he asked her brother to look after her, and wondered about it. She was strong and could take pain, because she'd been in pain ever since she…
She cried out as Robin pushed her leg bones back into place. His eyes snapped to her face to see it scrunched up in pain, one eye open, the other closed, teeth clenched.
"How long have you been awake?" Robin asked shocked.
"Later. Please finish up." She replied. He nodded his head then reached for his shirt to rip it into strips when her hand stopped him. She reached into her bag and pulled out two leather strips, and handing them to him. "I had planned to use these for making an extra strap on my belt for a second sword, but this is an emergency."
Robin nodded then set the two branches on either side of her leg, then wrapping and tying the strips together, so the branches kept her leg strait. When he was finished she sat up and smiled at him. But then her face took on a saddened look.
"You don't remember me, do you? If you did you would be hugging me close and asking me, and I quote: 'What the Hell happened? How did you escape that awful place? Where's Jonathan?' and all that." Robin's face also became sorrowful.
"I'm so sorry. I only remember the lullaby you would sing to me on cold nights, and how to fix major and minor injuries."
She sighed. "Oh well. I can still fulfill the promise I made to myself on the way here to find you. 'Find Big Brother. Help him. Warn Him.' The warning I'll tell you later."
She began to stand wobbling slightly. Robin immediately stood and held her steady. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek.
Memories flooded Robins mind. It wasn't everything, only the days he spent with her, the things they talked about, and all the knowledge about learning to be a tactician reappeared. He still didn't know who he was, but he remembered those days with his sister.
Three days every second month for the past three years they would meet secretly in the Outrelms, with… a woman?... his mother perhaps?... his image of her was all blurry, and a soldier, Jonathan, loyal to that woman, who worked for a cruel man who had his sister imprisoned. They could only have three days or else the man would be suspicious.
All those days together, the misadventures, the tears, the laughs, and the thank you kisses, ran through his head and a name shined bright above it all:
"Anna?"
Said girls head snapped up. "Y-you remember?" He smiled and hugged her. "Only of our time together. I can't remember anything else. Not even mother."
She snuggled into his arms, returning the hug tenfold. "As long as you remember my name, I'm happy."
Anna pulled away and began walking towards the still burning town. She looked over her shoulder, and said giving Robin a mischievous smile he knew meant mischief, "Well? Aren't we gonna help 'em? After all, we were never really good at listening to the orders Mother gave us to not go into the woods for another misadventure."
Robin smirked, his adventurous and 'Devil-May-Care' side came out. They both ran towards the town, Robin wielding his Thunder tome, and Anna her Iron Sword.
~Time Skip~
"All right boys, y'all know the routine! Don't let no one stand in our way! You take someone down, you make sure they stay down!" The leader of the bandits, a man named Garrick, shouted.
Chrom fought hard, cutting down bandits left and right. Frederick stayed close to Lissa who kept sending healing spells with her staff to Chrom and the axe wielding knight beside her.
"Blast! The Shepherds! Finish 'em off! We'll deal with the villagers later!" Garrick shouted, and the number of bandits doubled.
Damn it! How many more of these guys are there? Chrom thought as he cut down another one. Suddenly there was a scream from Lissa.
"CHROM! BEHIND YOU!"
Chrom turned to see a man standing right behind him, Axe raised to kill. He knew he couldn't escape this blow. His thoughts turned to the Robins sister. I never even learned her name. He closed his eyes and waited for the axe to slice him, But it never came. He opened his eyes to see a sword tip sticking out from the front of the bandits' body. The man went limp and feel sideways as the sword withdrew from him. He looked up to see his savior was the girl he had just been thinking of.
He saw her leg was in a splint and her face had a determined look. She looked him in the eye, smiled and said one word: "Checkmate."
Garrick, seeing that his assassination attempt on the prince didn't work and that two more had soldiers had joined the Shepherds, became enraged. Especially since his fiercest warrior was killed by girl. "KILL THEM!"
Anna looked at Garrick, then called to Robin. "Brother! Use those tactical skills we both studied on and stick with Frederick and Lissa. Chrom and I will take on the big boss!" Robin smirked at her as he shot another Thunder spell, hitting his target. "Alright, but be careful! You're no use to us when you're dead!"
"Neither are you!" she shot back before motioning Chrom to join her, as they cut their way to Garrick.
"Didn't I tell your brother to keep you away from the Battle?" Chrom asked a little irritated yet glad that they didn't listen.
"Well, you know that age when you have a rebellious, 'Devil-May-Care' streak?" she replied.
"Yeah?"
"Neither of us got out of it since we seem to attract adventure." She smiled at him, making Chrom's heart skip a beat.
When they finally reached Gerrick, he began to taunt them. "Here, sheepy sheepy! Come to the slaughter!"
Chrom raised Falchion and got into his attack stance, and Anna held her sword in a defensive stance. "Alright, Prince Chrom. You hit left, I'll hit right." She whispered to him. His eyes widened at what she called him but then nodded, as they both rushed towards him. Gerrick blocked Annas' hit and dodged Chroms. But they kept trying to hit their target. Suddenly, Anna feigned right then she and Chrom struck his left side.
"Bwaaargh!" Gerrick crumbled to the ground, dead.
Three minutes later, all the bandits were dead. Chrom and Anna joined back up with Robin, Frederick and Lissa.
"Anna!" Robin said and gripped her forearm as she gripped his. "Another successful Misadventure don't you think?" She smiled and replied, "Yeah! And look at us, barely a scratch on us this time! Any luck remembering Mother?" He gave her a sad smile. "No. The only thing I remember is those days I spent with you. The Tactical and Medical knowledge is all there, just nothing on how it got there." Anna sighed and nodded.
"Anna? Is that your name?" Lissa asked.
"Yes. My full name is Anastasia Melody Christianson, but I like to be called Anna for short." She answered turning to the trio. "It's a good thing you found my brother before the man who call himself his 'Father' found him." She spat the word father like it was some sort of horrid taste in her mouth.
Robin looked at his sister. He couldn't remember his father, but he trusted her not to withhold the truth from him and will most likely explain all later. He looked at the dead body of Gerrick.
"Well, that's the end of that."
"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 asked, coming to stand next to Anna. "He can't cook. I've tried to teach him but he burns it all in the end. He even burned the water we were using to make hot chocolate one time! How the Hell does one Burn water?" She said and both she and Lissa laughed, while Robin looked at them with a pout.
Chrom chuckled. "You're certainly no helpless victim, that much is for sure. And your sister is very talented to." He turned to Anna. "I would like to thank you for saving me back there." She waved it off. "No problem, sir."
Frederick smiled at Anna. "Indeed. I also thank you for saving him when I couldn't reach him. Perhaps you might be capable of an explanation for how your brother came here?"
Anna sighed. "I understand your skepticism towards my brother, Sir Frederick. And I cannot explain why only some knowledge has returned to him. But please, believe me. He has shared all that he knows. However," she paused. "I might be able to shed a little light on the subject. But only when there are not so many listening ears and watching eyes. But there are parts of the story I can't tell because I don't know them. All will be explained in time I assure you."
Chrom nodded then addressed Robin. "You fought to save Ylissean lives. My heart says that's enough."
"And your mind, milord? Will you not heed its counsel as well?" Frederick asked.
Chrom shook his head. "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 his story, odd as it might be."
Robin looked at Chrom surprised face. "Th-thank you, Chrom."
Chrom smiled at the Tactician. "So how about it? Will you join us, Robin?"
Robin bowed. "I would be honored." Lissa cheered and started talking to him excitedly.
Frederick spoke with Chrom in a hushed tone. "Did you notice, milord? The brigands spoke with a Plegian accent."
Chrom nodded. "Yes, I noticed. And I don't like it one bit."
Anna stepped towards Chrom and Frederick. "If you don't mind Sirs, I would also like to join the Shepherds."
Chrom raised an eyebrow. "Really? Mind if I ask why?"
Anna looked at him sadly. "I made a promise to myself to stay by my brothers' side and help him in any way I can. So, please, may I join you?" Chrom looked at me for a minute and then smiled. "Of course you may, Anna."
~Anna's POV~
I stood beside my brother, happy that he remembers me. But I was worried. What if he remembers what we really are? I know Mother told him once. And when we met the next day, it was one of those silent conversations when neither of us knew what to say about the matter.I sighed.
I turned to Robin. "Robin? After what we just went through, I best tell you now. Your Father is looking for you. He knows you're alive and here in Ylisse. He's an Evil man, and is using Plegian soldiers to look for you."
Robin looked confused. "Plegian? What's that?"
Chrom answered for me. "Plegia is Ylisse's westerly neighbor. They send small bands into our territory, hoping to instigate a war." I nodded.
Lissa stomped her foot. "And it's the poor townsfolk who suffer! Totally innocent, and totally helpless..."
"They do have us, milady: Shepherds to protect the sheep. Do not be swept up in your anger. It will cloud your judgment." Frederick interrupted.
Lissa sighed. "I know, I know... Don't worry. I'll get used to all this."
The town elder came up to us and bowed. "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 shook his head. "A most generous offer, sir, and no doubt your hospitality would be grand... But I'm afraid we must hurry back to Ylisstol."
Lissa however had other ideas in mind. "Dark meat only for me, medium well, and no salt in the soup. I simply— Wait, what?!" She turned to Frederick in shock. "We're not staying?! But, Frederick, it's nearly dark!"
Frederick smiled. "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"?" Chrom snickered.
Lissa pouted. "Frederick? Sometimes I hate you."
I burst out laughing while Robin shook his head, his shoulders shaking trying to keep his laughter in. "You've quite the stern lieutenant there."
Lissa frowned. "Yeah, well, "stern" is one name for it. I can think of a few others!"
Chrom said to us as I began to calm down, "Frederick only smiles when he's about to bring down the axe."
Robin nodded a bit frightened. "Duly noted."
Frederick cleared his throat. "Ahem. You do realize I AM still present?"
Chrom smirked glancing at me. "Oh, we realize."
Robin and I burst out laughing again. Frederick looked at us with a raised eyebrow. Robin stopped but I didn't. "Sorry… Mr. Frederick… I… Can't… Help! Can't… Breathe…" I said still doubling over in laughter. Chrom came over and rubbed my back helping me to stand up straight again. "Thank You, Prince Chrom." He smiled. "Just Chrom, please. Are you going to tell your brother about my status?" I smirked. "Are you kidding? I'd rather see the look on his face when he finds out for himself!"
I smiled, and saw a blush show on Chroms face. I knew it was a blush but I decided not to say that it was. "Chrom? You okay? Your face is all red." He blushed even more then turned a bit away from me. "I-I'm fine, Anna. Thank you."
Frederick seeing our little exchange shook his head. "Milord remains as amusing as ever. Now then, shall we be going?"
Chrom nodded, his blush finally gone. "All right, all right. Ready to go, Robin? Anna? The capital isn't far."
I smiled. "Alright, but at least let me restock on supplies in my bag before we go."
