Chapter 4

"We've done it! Validar is slain!" Chrom called out, the group of warriors fighting turning around to see the Exalt, helping a robed man get up, seeing the man struggle on his feet.

"Chrom, look out!" Sumia called from the distance, causing both men turn around, with the wielder of the Falcion getting pushed to the side, having the weaker man take the final blow of the dying sorcerer, before being flung to the ground.

"No, Robin!" Chrom yelled, running over to his side to help him up and off the ground.

"Hey, you alright?!" the Exalt called out, picking him up gently, careful of the already frail man's weak state.

"Ow~~, who the hell are you?" came a groggy voice, unable to look strait, vision starting to blur over.

Suddenly, several pulses traveled through his body, causing him to fidget in Chrom's arms, seemingly trying to push him away.

"Robin?"

More fidgeting.

"Hey, Robin, snap out of it, we… Augh~!"

Surprise was written everywhere on everyone's face, as Robin stood up on his own, with Chrom stumbling away, muttering something about it not being Robin's fault, before falling to the ground, the bolt of electricity finally piercing his body, taking his heart with it, sticking to the ceiling.

Sumia's scream was audible from Valm.

Robin's laugh deafened the world.

"OW! What caused the door to fly into my face!" Two several loud voices were heard through the castle, as two members of Exalted Blood were rubbing their faces, trying to think of what would cause the door to open like that. Their answer was a more meager, pathetic, 'ow~~,' as a man in smallclothes was barreled head over-heels into the wall, right under a giant lance, with Naga's grace, that didn't fall on him.

"Well, you're awake I guess," the prince said, continuing to rub his nose delicately, looking at the man. From what he could tell, he was probably physically stronger than Sully was and maybe even Frederick, explaining how he rammed the door open, and would be a serious powerhouse on the field when he was awake and not blindly tripping on rug and slamming into walls.

"This guy? He's supposed help us defeat some horrible terrible fate?" Lissa said under her breath, as the man slid down the wall, scrunching the carpet up even further. Frederick was going to have a field day with this, having to remove the tripping hazard.

What she didn't expect though, was that the man would hear her, and his eyes were already starting to water.

"You don't think I can do it?" his surprisingly alto voice came out, tears forming under his closed eyes, with him running back into the room, slamming them with a force to take them of their hinges.

"This time, it is your fault, and he's clearly stronger than Frederick," Chrom said, trying to figure out how much raw power this guy had. He peaked into the room, and found him curled up into a ball, rocking himself back and forth.

"Hey you alright?" he asked, ignoring the guard that was forming behind him, awed by the power the man displayed.

"Just a dream, it's just a dream," he was muttering to himself, as Chrom looked at him, then remembered the paper that was in his coat, along with a large tome with a Levin and Silver Sword.

Digging it out of his pocket, the prince looked over the paper, absorbing key details, like 'tactician,' 'beat odds of twenty-to-one,' 'Robin,' and 'memory loss,' being prominent.

"Chrom?" Lissa called from behind, with Emmeryn and Frederick and Phila standing guard, not entirely trusting the man.

"You're name is Robin, isn't?" the prince asked, monitoring his reaction.

'Robin,' stopped rocking, and stayed still, his breathing still ragged and rapid.

"Are you a tactician?" Chrom continued to ask, keeping his tone gentle and warm, like he was talking to a lost child.

Robin nodded his head, still not getting up from his fetal position, and not looking at any one.

"Do you know where you came from?" Chrom finished, expecting a 'no' for memory loss.

Instead, he got 'yes.'

"Are you sure it was a good idea to give him to Father? I mean, we know about what he can do, but his mental state has him in no position to be a tactician," Cynthia said, flying her sister towards the Feroxi-Ylissean boarder, where she was planning on having a duel with Chrom, and test his true limits.

"Yes, I do believe it is for the better; the sooner we have him into the Shepherds, the sooner prepared we will be."

Lucina was adamant about her decision, and her face was that of stone, until her sister had a sneaky grin on her face, plotting something already.

"I feel like if it was the Robin we knew, you would still have him sent back because of what you would do to him," the pegasus rider said, having Lovebird fly in a quick heart loop through the clouds, having the Would-Be-Exalt grab her sister to keep herself from falling off, blush slightly, and denying it in a matter of childhood crushes and the closest thing to a boy she knew.

The last one was false, and Cynthia knew it, making small kissy faces along the way.

This was going to last for a while.

"Allow me to protest, but I refuse to work under the command of a Plegian, even if he is capable. For all I know, he could be just a member meant to kill us in our sleep," a blonde duchess snorted, looking distastefully at the man who was hiding behind Chrom, absorbing everything in his sight. "Hey, back off, if he really wanted to kill us, he already would have," Chrom said, slowly starting to feel his shoulder getting squeezed out of socket, as Robin grabbed it with all his strength. "Also, reduce the amount of negative comments on him, my shoulder seems to be a place he lets the stress out for."

"It's already been a year now, I wonder where everyone else is?"

Silence.

"I cannot ponder on such things, though, Lucina told us to stay where we were, and then move once we heard of Plegia a done thing."

TADA, Laurent is here!

So, The road to the Longfort is next, and support conversations are going to sneak in now here and there.