Damn did I hype everyone up! I'm glad that everyone is enjoying this story so far! Three chapters in, and I've got over 30 reviews, and a lot of follows! I hope everyone shall continue to enjoy this story! Also, it appears that people have started to make some guesses about Garon's words, so allow me to elaborate. Garon was referring to Robin. He knows EXACTLY who he is, even without seeing his skills. I won't say much, as it would be spoilers, but it will play a role here in the story.

On another note, I'm excited! Fire Emblem: if/Fates is being released in less than three months! Oooh, I can hardly wait! I'm definitely playing Birthright/Hoshido first! And for clarification, to me, Rinkah and Hinoka are best girls! ...and Camilla, but it's for another reason other than her massive bazongas.

Anyways, it's finally time for Rinkah and Kaze's big debut! With that in mind, will these two wonderful people do the honors?

Rinkah: Of course. Demons Anarchy of Pride does not own Fire Emblem, or any of it's sibling titles. They belong to Nintendo and Intelligent Systems. This story is purely a work of (fan)fiction, thus any and all relations to real life places or people are mere coincidences.

Kaze: And with that, welcome... *forms a handsign* To the fourth chapter of Fire Emblem: Eternity Unto Reformation!

Fire Emblem: Eternity Unto Reformation

"If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve" -Monty Oum

The doors swung open as they had before when they entered. The room was invaded by eight warriors, their armor and appearance obviously not of this country. Some were like Berserkers or Barbarians, lacking much armor in exchange for pure strength and power, adorned with red beads around their necks and maces in hand, and frightening masks resembling demons covering their faces. Their bodies were muscles and toned, signs of being trained for combat. Alongside them were warriors similar to the Myrmidons, light armor and helms armoring their body, and in their hands were blades, similar to that of the Killing Edge, but not of the same design.

The ones leading them were different than the rest of them. One was a woman with a body toned and tanned, wielding a mace like the fierce warriors beside them, her hair colored red and white, her bust wrapped tightly with cloth, and a fierce expression across her face, eyes ablaze with strength. She showed no hesitance in her steps, and if her stance meant anything, she was waiting for a battle to take place. Her companion was a cold opposite, an icy counterpart with a calm and melodic expression. His attire was vastly different, baggy yet slim on his physique, his hair a calm green shade, and eyes a cold, analytical gaze. In either hand was a knife of some sort with a ring at the end of the handle.

"These are leftovers from our recent skirmish with Hoshido." Garon explained to her, reclining in his throne as if waiting for a show to take place. "Face them, and show me that you are worthy of fighting for Nohr."

Corrin did not answer to that, as her face was pensive. Her body flew into a stance, with Robin standing by her side, tome in one hand, and his sword in the other. The girl was the first to stride forward, her face sent into a blazing scowl. "I am Rinkah, of the Fire Tribe!" she announced, her voice seething with overwhelming strength that fit a warrior such as herself. Had Robin not known any better, he'd say he was looking at the Sully of Hoshido. "You are a princess of Nohr, correct?!"

Corrin nodded, her gaze narrowed, her jaw locked, and her body ready for battle. "Yes... I am Corrin, second Princess of Nohr!"

Robin did not miss the sudden look of surprise that flashed over the green-haired man's face, his eyes shifting for the briefest moment before they returned to their calm luster. "...Corrin?" he muttered under his breath. "Can it really be...?"

"Is something the matter?"

The man shook his head. "...No. I am Kaze, a Ninja of the nation of Hoshido." 'Ninja?' Robin raised a curious eyebrow, having heard of that term before. 'As in, the silent assassins in one of Sumia's books?' "Come... Let us do battle."

Corrin nodded, while Robin surveyed the field. It was obvious the two would split and attack on separate flanks, hoping to corner them and drive them to defeat, but it was their weapons and obvious traits that led him to form plans, calculating all the formulas and variables in his head. 'The ones with that girl, Rinkah, are obviously meant for hands-on combat, meaning Corrin would be able to face them with little trouble... Even still, I am worried. They are different from your average Barbarians, but they're not on par with a Berserker, so that is a relief.'

"I do hope you will not mind us joining you?" Robin looked over his shoulder, seeing Gunther and Jakob taking their places beside them. The old soldier was wielding a long spear, heavily armored and ready for combat, his face befitting a veteran warrior. For a while, Robin could have sworn he was looking at Frederick. Jakob looked as calm as a cucumber, a pleasant smile on his face with one hand behind his back, and the other holding a silver blade. "After all, eight one two is simply unfair."

"Agreed." Gunther nodded his head. "Also..." his eyes glanced over them. "They are obviously not your average soldiers."

'Indeed not...' the tactician noted idly. 'Their equipment is unfamiliar to me... and I do not like the looks of those maces. Is it just me, or is that steam coming off the metal?'

Garon had decided it was enough chit-chat and idle-banter, and his voice roared across the throne room like booming thunder.

"BEGIN!"

And with that, the entire room exploded into absolute chaos.

The four had separated into two, taking either side. Gunther and Corrin faced against Rinkah and her fellow Hoshidans, which Jakob referred to as Oni Savages, warriors who were akin to Warriors or Barbarians or Berserkers, but all the same. Gunther obviously showed experience in combat, and given his apparent heavy defenses and ability, it was decided that Garon would protect Corrin when things would get too hairy, as they would obviously show no mercy. Meanwhile, Robin and Jakob took Kaze and his Samurai, who had apparently been waiting for them. Whoever Kaze was, it was clear he fully expected them to separate, but if the approving nod he gave Robin as any indication, it was clear he understood the intent, and actually praised him silently for it.

"...A kunai is not fully meant for close combat," he informed as the Samurai charged in straight at Robin, blades drawn and war cries echoing. "But, it shall grant you a quick, and silent death."

Robin had been forced between dodging projectiles, the kunai Kaze had mentioned, and defending against the Samurai, who were every inch the warriors Owain and Lon'qu were before they had become Swordmasters. Jakob, however, had lessened the burden as he aided his endeavor, attacking with a swift grace, a methodical movement here and there, and ending his strikes with the coup de grace. Against such a beautiful, yet deadly and mechanical way of fighting, in contrast to the traditional blade works of a warrior, it was a clear difference, especially in speed. It was clear that being a butler was serious business for Jakob, wishing to defend his master in every way possible, even taking to the battlefield.

Thanks to the butler, however, Robin could defend against Kaze's attacks more easily, but any enemy that wasn't focused on the battle at the time would not allow him to cast any magic, forcing him to rely on his Brave Sword.

'Not bad, Kaze...' Robin praised the man for his ingenuity. 'Keep me from using magic, and have your comrades focus on keeping me on my blade rather than my tome... It's a classic, but it's effective.'

Corrin and Gunther were not fairing any better. The more armored of the two was keen on defending the princess, deflecting any attack that came at her with powerful and ironclad strength. Very few of the Savages ever managed to make it past him, but their attacks had slowed themselves down, or left them bitterly tired. Corrin was light and agile on her feet, able to avoid them with ease, but she also focused on defending. It appeared that her plan was to wear them down considerably. Given their teamwork, the savages were left tired.

The same could not be said for Rinkah, however. When she and Corrin crossed blades, it was a spectacle to behold. The dark blade, that which radiated with power, was sent to the defensive as, with each strike of the red-haired woman's mace, flames roared against it. Robin was left stunned. Had they actually imbued magic into those maces? That... that was ingenius! He knew it was possible to reinforce them, but to imbue them with magic? He'd certainly love to know how they did that! A Levin Sword was magic in nature. No one knew how it was forged, other than each swing could cast forth a blistering thunder. To see maces forge explosive flames, it was truly a marvelous sight.

Gunther, as much as he wanted to aid her, was left to deal with the Savages. They made it perfectly clear they wouldn't allow him anywhere near them. Meanhile, Corrin struggled to stand against Rinkah, moving as quickly as she could with the utmost defense. Every strike the warrior made was like a staggering blow that nearly sent her to the floor. 'So this is how a warrior of Hoshido fights!' Corrin thought as she ducked underneath a heavy swing, leaping back when the mace slammed down upon the ground where she once stood, reducing it to mere ash. 'Such strength... She's no ordinary opponent!'

"Hmph," Rinkah grunted as she swung her mace, her fiery gaze boring deep into her eyes. "You aren't half bad." Her face contorted, a fire lit within her crimson orbs as she bared her fangs. "Even still, I will not allow myself to lose to a mere Nohrian princess!"

Corrin grimaced as she prepared herself for yet another skirmish. Robin himself was struggling between dealing with Kaze and the swordsman around him, despite Jakob's aide. He analyzed the battlefield accordingly, looking for open spots or holes in their defenses. 'Like any swordsman, they're strength lies in their speed and rapid attacks.' he recited in his head, having known this for as long as he could remember. 'A ninja's fighting style stems from their ability to attack at such close range, and able to attack at long range as well. Their speed is also uncanny, making it difficult for us to track them.'

That being said, however, there was a strategy in the works. It was slowly making itself apparent as the battle prolonged. "...Jakob, Gunther!" the tactician called out as he knocked incoming kunai away before parrying a strike. "Switch places!"

The two didn't understand, but Corrin did. Her eyes lit with realization, and an assuring smile came to her face. "Jakob, do as he says!"

The butler didn't ask any questions after that. The old soldier seemed to understand what it was that they were planning, an a grin of approval appeared over his aging face. Quickly, the two joined together, defending against attacks with rapid succession before they had swapped places. Jakob gave a slight smile as he gracefully dodged each attack the savages presented him with. The clubs were swung with strength, despite their owners becoming tired, having tried to wear down the old veteran soldier, but the man moved with an unseen grace, easily avoiding them as if it were mere child's play. To a spectator, it would be as if he were dancing at the battlefield. Gunther was practically dominating the flow of battle, overwhelming them with such terrifying ease. Their swords fruitlessly tried to destroy his black-iron shield, but nothing could stand against it. The blows were blocked, and the man retaliated like a behemoth, his spear able to tear them down with frightening strength. With a single swipe, the swords were broken, and the blunt end had knocked the wind out of one of them, rendering them unconscious. The second was pierced to the wall, the blade only inches away from his neck. The Savages were sweating, panting heavily while Jakob did not look the least bit winded. He merely beckoned them forward, as if insultingly. They responded with war cries, raising their clubs and charging forward.

Then, the clubs were dropped to the floor. A second passed. Two, then three.

Finally, they dropped to the floor, Jakob standing behind them with a knife, the edge coated in frost, his back facing them. He glanced over his shoulder, and smirked. "A coup de grace."

Kaze's eyes narrowed before he was forced to leap away, avoiding being thrown to the floor by a blast of wind. "...Most impressive." he praised as he stood from his position, looking at Robin. "That soldier held excellent defenses, and that..." he hesitated, as if trying to find the proper term. "...butler... holds excellent reflexes. And that girl's fluid motion is enough to allow to stand on par with even someone as strong as Rinkah... I am most impressed. Are you the Nohrian's tactician?"

Robin merely gave a wry smile. "On the contrary," the young man said, wind gathering around him. "I'm merely a wandering Ylissean."

"...most impressive."

Garon was very intrigued as he leaned back in his throne, a hand at his chin as he watched the battle progress. He was very impressed at how quickly Corrin had come into her own. Her lightning quick motions, and excellent sword play, had allowed to her dart all around her opponent. It was like a carnie dancing with a knife, yet smiling so sinisterly as they awaited for the opportune moment to deliver the killing blow. The girl demonstrated excellent combat prowess, which is to be expected, having trained with Xander, the strongest warrior in the realm, bar none. That being said, he was disappointed somewhat when he saw that she lacked the killing intent. She merely focused on defeating the opponent, not outright destroying them... not that he had not accounted for it. Corrin was overly naive, innocent from having spent her life in mere isolation.

That being said... the Ylissean Tactician, Robin, was truly a sight to behold. From the moment he walked into this very room, he showed no hesitance whatsoever. He acted swiftly, diligently, and accordingly, yet he showed not a sign of hesitance, nor fear. On the battlefield, his mind showed it's utmost brilliance as he commanded Corrin, Gunther, and Jakob with amazing proficiency and audacity that rivaled even Iago's own warped mind. His strategy, to divide and conquer, and used the enemy's strengths and weaknesses against them, was a common strategy, yet so very effective. However, this was to be expected of him. After all, from one so very well trusted by the Exalt, and to wield magical power untold, possibly capable of surpassing even his son Leo, who was reknowned through out Nohr as the Gravity Master, his magic without equal, able to easily turn the tide of battle from the moment he set foot on the battlefield.

How ironic that such a talented individual, a foolish child who believed in the false idea of peace, would wander here, in the domain of one who sought the ultimate end?

"It appears this Ylissean is certainly without merit." a familiar voice chuckled from the shadows, stepping out from behind the shadows, revealing an old, yet dark face with sunken cheeks and rotten black hair, a golden mask obscuring half of his face. Yet none of this even attempted to hide the malevolence that shone with his dark smile, nor the narrowed, beady black eyes. "However, given who this boy, it shouldn't come as a surprise."

"Indeed not." Garon nodded solemnly without even turning to Iago. "Have you discovered how he arrived here?"

"Sadly, I did not." Iago sighed in regret. "We have investigated every angle and every possibility... It is almost as if he appeared from within our borders. If that is the case, then it begs the question as to how he acquired such a method. Such magic has not existed for years."

'...no.' the King thought in amusement. 'The realm of mortal man no longer possess such knowledge yet... Hmhmhm, so, you've begun making your moves, have you?' A dark grin spread across his face, revealing his pearly whites. 'It matters not what you do, foolish god... soon, this world shall know true, absolute terror.'

Yes, nothing would stop his master's coming. Far too long had humanity grown senile, believing them to be above the gods. They have all but forgotten their gratitude... therefore, they must be repaid with annihilation. Nothing would be spared... as it should be.

By the time anyone would have realized it, it would be too late: this pitiful world would come to an end... and it would know true power.

The power of a Dragon's unbridled fury.

It had taken twenty minutes for them to claim victory. Corrin was panting heavily as Rinkah lay on her knee, her body covered in bleeding cuts, her face contorted between anger, pain, and embarrassment. It was certainly the most horrible loss the girl had faced. She knew she would be executed by that damned barbarian who calls himself a king, but at the very least, she wanted to take this spoiled princess with her. However, she had not expected her to be so nimble. It was like she was dancing around on the battlefield, cursed blade in hand, and dominating the entire thing. And that wasn't even accounting for that magic caster! He was actually able to overpower Kaze in so little time after that soldier and that damned prancing servant made quick work of their comrades.

'D-damn it...' the proud warrior of the Fire Tribe cursed, her fiery eyes glaring at the girl in front of her. 'Is this... the power of the Nohrian Royal Family?'

Corrin continued to breath heavily, the blackened sword rather heavy in her hand as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "That was tough..." she commented. "Are all warriors of Hoshido on this level of caliber? If so, I hope not to face another anytime soon."

That being said, Corrin smiled at Rinkah, causing her to falter. What was with this child? Didn't she know that they were supposed to be enemies? And... why was this girl so familiar? They had never met, but her features seemed to bring something to mind. White hair, red eyes... but, why? From the other people in the room, obviously the four children of the Royal Family, shared similar features, three of which sharing the same blonde hair. Yet, this girl held other features, inherently from them.

'Who is she?'

However, just as things appeared to be peaceful for a time, however brief, the black king spoke. "What are you doing, Corrin?" his cold, booming voice demanded of her from across the room, causing everyone to become tense. "Kill them."

Rinkah gritted her teeth, closing her eyes in resignation. She no longer had any strength. There was little doubt she would die here. The least she could do was offer resistance. If she were to die, she would at least be given a warrior's death. With that in mind, her hand slowly crept to her club-

"W-what? Why?! They've already been beaten!"

-only to stop. Her eyes darted upward, her face displaying her obvious shock. From his position, hampered on his own knee, Kaze stared in surprise as the young princess turned to her father, showing obvious shock and disbelief. It was clear she was obviously in disagreement. Was this child... seriously considering letting them live? They were the enemy, members of Hoshido... yet the girl's face was clear.

"...must I repeat myself, child?" Garon voiced his annoyance. "Kill them. NOW."

"B-but...!"

She tried to voice her arguments, but one glare made her fall silent. Robin frowned heavily as he stepped forward. Immediately, the old man's gaze was upon him, so heavy and scrutinizing that lesser men would have shrunk back like cravens. The tactician was not phased in the least. "You're Majesty," he spoke calmly, holding himself in tall in spite of stood before him. "With all due respect... can you honestly expect Corrin to strike down two people, when they've obviously lost?"

Garon's brow narrowed, and his eyes glowered. "And, pray tell, what do you mean by that, Ylissean?"

"From what I've been told, Corrin has been raised away from the outside world." Robin said, undeterred by the glare's intensity. "She knows almost nothing of what the world is really like. Naive, and impressionable. Naturally, when she's forced to kill someone, she'll hesitate. You, who raised her yourself, should know of this. After all, she never killed a single brigand back at that village."

The tension was thick, with Elise and Camilla looking on rather nervously while Xander stood next to Corrin, as if trying to provide some reassurance. Gunther looked rather tense himself, bracing himself for whatever decision would come. Jakob merely stood in the midst of it all, silent and observant as ever, hands folded behind his back as he awaited the king's words. Garon seemed to be pondering Robin's words, rubbing his chin, fingers passing through the large mass of hair placed there.

"Hm... you bring a good point, Ylissean." the King conceded. "However, that still does not change anything. These are enemies, and therefore, must be eliminated. The child must learn to embrace death as part of this life of hers, sooner or later." His wrinkled face became hardened. "That is, if she is truly my child."

Corrin flinched, feeling the cold intensity behind it while Xander frowned. "Father, I... I agree with Robin. Corrin, she's... she's not ready for this yet."

"I'm afraid I'll have to agree with my darling brother on this one." Leo voiced his opinion as he stepped toward them. "Corrin's naive, like he says. She's still too young for this yet."

Corrin looked at her brother in confusion as he patted her on the shoulder, giving her a wink.

'What?'

"So..." Leo brought forth a tome from his cloak. The pages fluttered open as runes began to dance around him, power beginning to flow outward, making it's overwhelming presence known. "Why don't I teach her a thing or two?"

Instantly, the girl realized what was about to happen. Her eyes widened in horror. "L-Leo, wait-!"

It was too late. Leo brought up his hand, and allowed the power that had been building up, to be unleashed. It surged forward, roots and tendrils ripping apart the ground before crashing into Rinkah and Kaze. The force behind it was enough to obliterate the stone floor beneath them, and sent them flying as they cried out, their bodies soaring through the air, and crashing back down equally as forceful. Corrin witheld her breath, hands at her mouth, horrified by what she saw while Leo snapped his book shut.

"And done."

"B-Brother Leo..." Corrin muttered, horrified by what she saw. She knew what her father wanted, but... it was wrong! They were already beaten! They were shamed enough! Killing them would do nothing, sans being nothing but a monster! She tried to save them! A-and yet... Leo had...!

Said blonde Dark Knight turned to face Corrin. He still had that smile plastered over his face as he gave her yet another wink, only this time, bringing a finger to his lips.

Her terror was briefly replaced with confusion... until she noticed the slight movement in Rinkah and Kaze's still forms. Realization lashed upon her right then and there. Despite the overwhelming force of the blast... he held back.

They were alive. Beaten and bruised, but alive.

Garon seemed somewhat pleased, nodding at Leo before his gaze fell upon the red-eyed princess of Nohr. "Corrin." he called out. The girl went frozen, stiffly turning to face her father. "I am quite disappointed in you, child... even though you demonstrated superb fighting technique, you failed to kill them." He paused for a moment. "However... the Ylissean boy bears a point. Raising you in that citadel has left you naive. I suggest you abandon such naivete, lest you join so many of your countrymen who have fallen to Hoshido. Do I make myself clear, child?"

Corrin nodded. "Y-yes... father."

When they exited the room, Corrin let out a heavy sigh, her back falling against the wall. "Sweet mother of Naga, that was terrifying."

Robin smiled wistfully. That may very well be the understatement of the century. He had to admit, every assumption he had of Garon so far was proven to be right on the mark. His presence, power, and tone, and even his stance and behavior were all of those he had fully expected of him. 'Little wonder Walhart was so intimidated by him.' he noted idly. 'The amount of power that man possesses is unfathomable... Is he truly human?'

"Well, at least everything went alright." Camilla said before she began to check her sister over. "Anyway, are you alright, Corrin dear? That brute didn't hurt you too badly, did she?"

The young monarch blushed, shaking her head. "N-no, she didn't." she said. "Although, I never would have thought Hoshido imbued their weapons with such power."

"Indeed." the Ylissean tactician nodded firmly, folding his arms over his chest. "I've never heard of anything like that, especially not in Chon'sin, or even Plegia for that matter."

Leo chuckled. "Just comes to show how dangerous they can be. Especially those ninja's of theirs. One wrong move, and you may very well find a knife in your neck." he said before he turned to Robin in approval. "Also, it seems that Xander wasn't joking when he said you were good with magic. I've never seen anyone perform a spell of such low tier such as Wind to such a degree!" The blonde boy grinned widely. "Speaking of magic, that tome you're using... if you'd allow me, may I borrow it when you have the time?"

"It'd be my pleasure, Leo."

Elise giggled. "Looks like those two are getting along!" she commented. "Still, sparing those Hoshidans... was that the right thing to do?"

"Whether or not it was, what is done is done." Xander said. "Besides, as much as I hate to say it... our sister had the right idea. Killing them was, in no way, honorable."

"Try telling that to the brute who roughed up my precious Corrin." the purple-haired princess snorted in protest. "From the look on her face, seemed to me like she wanted to die a warrior's death."

Robin frowned upon hearing that term. A warrior's death... he had seen plenty of that in their campaigns, no matter where they went. Plegia was damnably stubborn, refusing to submit, so vastly loyal to that bastard who tried to have him kill Chrom. Valm's unwavering loyalty was beyond what he had seen, preferring death that dare to surrender, so willing to die for their cause... for the man they had sworn absolute loyalty to.

"There's no honor in death." Robin stated firmly. "Think about all the things you could do while your alive. If you're dead, it means nothing. You won't be able to accomplish your goals. If you fail, simply try and try again."

Corrin smiled brightly upon hearing those words. "Robin's right! Just because you've lost doesn't mean it's over!"

Xander and Leo chuckled at the two's enthusiasm. "Well," the older brother said with a smile. "Let's go tell them that, shall we?"

The moon hung splendidly in the pitch-black sky as Corrin, Robin, and the two blonde males of the royal family approached the main gates. Rinkah and Kaze followed behind them, their hands bound by rope. The assassin-like figure didn't seem to mind it apparently, his face stoic and calm and taking it all in stride while Rinkah was bristling. Dammit, how far did these people intend to humiliate her like this?! She was a warrior, dammit! Being bound like a slave was no more an embarrassment to her than it was being caught with your trousers down while relieving yourself!

"You should feel grateful of my sister and Robin's kindness." Xander told them as they halted their pace, turning to face their captives. Rinkah's scowl deepened, even as the bindings were undone. That being said, the eldest blonde prince gave them both a piercing glare. "However, if we meet on the battlefield again... I shall show you no mercy."

"Hmph!" the Oni Savage snorted, turning away with her arms folded over her chest while Kaze nodded in understanding. "...we thank you, Prince Xander of Nohr."

"If you're to thank anyone, you should thank our darling sister." Leo sighed. "Honestly, such a troublesome girl you are."

Corrin huffed her cheeks in response. "That's mean, Brother Leo!"

Robin could only chuckle at the scene before turning to Rinkah and Kaze. "I know this might not mean much, considering we met as enemies, but..." he smiled bashfully, scratching his cheek. "I'm glad the both of you are alive. No matter what people say, a warrior's death means nothing if it means leaving behind loved ones."

Rinkah opened her mouth to say something, but the ninja had beaten her to it. However, in contrast to her likely spit-fire outburst, the green-haired man smiled. "...you are truly someone of Ylisse if you could speak something such as that. With that power, I find it hard to believe that you're simply a 'wandering Ylissean.'"

'That's because I'm not, but I can't exactly tell them I'm Chrom's tactician, now can I?' he thought in amusement. "Well, I was apart of the Shepherds at one point, and believe me, almost everyone there is a powerhouse.""

"Of that, I hold no doubt." Kaze nodded to him, and then to Corrin. "I thank you, Princess Corrin. You... are different from most Nohrians. Most would end us the moment we fell to our knees."

"Yes, I am aware of that..." the girl held a hand to her chest. "But, I believe that there's something better than this. I know our countries are at war, and I know thinking such a thing is foolish, but... I truly believe that there's no true need for war. Wouldn't it be better to simply talk things over at a table rather than on the battlefield with weapons?"

Rinkah raised an eyebrow, confused as to why someone like this would say something like that. "You truly are a naive child." Despite saying those words, the woman managed a smile. "That being said... It's something of a relief to know there's someone like that here in Nohr. But make no mistake, the next time we meet, I'm gonna beat you."

Corrin smiled back. "Then I'll just need to train harder."

The amazoness grinned at the princess' words while her brothers sighed in exasperation, yet a wry smile crossed their faces. As the two Hoshidans took their leave, quickly making their way out the gate, the four began to their return trip back to Krakenburg Palace. Robin was impressed, given everything that happened. He now had a better feel for the people here... Corrin in particular. She was like the light that burned in this gloomy country, so bright and welcoming to everyone with a gentle heart. Had he not known any better, he would have thought her to be a member of the Shepherds. In fact, with her stances and beliefs, he had no doubt Chrom would accept her into their ranks easily, and she would definitely get along with everyone in a heartbeat.

'I wish everyone was here,' the former Fell-Dragon thought warmly. 'There's so much to learn here... Still, why do I feel as if there's something happening here?'

Ever since he arrived here, he felt a darkness looming over him, as if watching him intensely with a scrutinizing gaze. The air was cold and thick, so troublesome to breath in, like something had been slowly suffocating him in it's grasp. Whatever this feeling was, it lingered here in Nohr, as if finding itself to be at home. And there was still thoughts troubling him, mostly around the Ganglari. Just on Earth was that blade? It felt so dark, so... evil. Whatever it was, it was most certainly not made by human hands.

'...maybe I'm overthinking this.' Robin thought to himself. 'Ah, oh well... a new day is waiting for us tomorrow.'

Unbeknownst to him, a figure had watched him from afar. Their features remained indistinguishable, due to the heavy black cloak that obscured their body. A silver chain hung around it's neck, leather straps binding the upper limbs while the hood remained the face obscured, revealing only the lower half of their face. It showed tan skin, a light pink mouth, and gentle violet markings on their cheeks, resembling cracks. Through the shadows that hid most of their visage, however, a pair of glowing eyes peered out, solely focused on the Ylissean tactician and the Nohrian Princess.

"...children of the darkness," the figure spoke, their voice so heavily distorted, unable to be distinguished at all. It was impossible to tell if they were a man or a woman. "One born to it by blood, and another, having been raised into it's bosom. Twin dragons shall rise, one that flows with the river of life, and the other who echoes the death kneel with it's roar..."

The figure looked up at the sky, a sigh escaping them.

"...and so begins the Awakening of Fates."

Then, the figured vanished with the wind, as if they were never there to begin with.

-Chapter 3: A Glimpse of thyn Birthright-