Hey, everyone! I didn't expect this to be so popular already! *blushes* Here's chapter 3 a bit early, as a treat for you guys being so supportive!
Chapter 3: Questions and Answers
Darkness. What did he see just then? Who had died? No, who had he killed? Who was he? Robin couldn't' remember anything. Then, out of nowhere, a voice pierced the void.
"Chrom, we have to do something…" by the sound of it, a young girl had spoken. Chrom…that name was familiar for some reason…
"Well, what do you propose we do?" a strong, measured deep male voice responded to the girl. This voice was also familiar, and it had a tone as if it was accustomed to taking charge.
"I-I don't know!" the girl was beginning to panic at the pressure forced upon her.
Struggling greatly, Robin slowly opened his eyes.
"Oh!" the girl exclaimed.
Turning to face Robin, the man said "I see you're awake now." Was this Chrom? the voice matched the name, but Robin wasn't sure, since there was the silhouette of another man behind the two in front of him.
"Hey there!" the girl said in a friendly voice and beaming at Robin.
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know," the man said with a hint of friendly sarcasm. "Give me your hand."
The man offered Robin his right hand, of which Robin grasped with his own. He observed a peculiar purple mark on his own hand, and briefly considered what it might be.
Standing up, Robin looked around. The girl was smiling at him. She had slightly curly blonde hair done up in matching side ponytails, and wore a yellow dress to match her hair. To her right, a stern man with rumpled brown hair looked appraisingly at Robin. He was clad in heavy blue armor and stood at attention. The man who helped Robin up was clearly the leader of this group. He had cobalt hair swept back from his forehead and was clad in regal armor, complete with a pure white cape. He also had a strange symbol on his exposed right shoulder.
"You alright?" the man asked.
"Yes. Th-Thank you, Chrom." Robin stammered. This man was definitely Chrom. Something had just clicked in his head, identifying the man before him.
"Ah, then you know who I am?" Chrom asked. Surprisingly, he want put off in the slightest by Robin knowing who he was. Robin registered this man's lack of reaction and continued.
"No, actually, Its strange...Your name just...well… came to me." Robin said. His head hurt slightly. how long was he asleep?
"Hmm, how curious," Chrom replied. Retaining his composure, he pressed on. "Tell me, what's your name? What brings you here?"
"My name, its...uh… hmm?" Robin furrowed his brow, racking his brain for some hint to his own identity. 'This is basic stuff!' Robin thought furiously. 'How do I not know anything?!'
"You don't know your own name?" Chrom asked, his expression suddenly changing to serious. Subconsciously, his hand drifted towards Falchion's hilt.
"I'm not sure...sorry, where are we exactly?" Robin inquired, visibly confused.
"Hey! I've heard of this! It's called amnesia!" The girl exclaimed.
"What it is is a load of horse crap," the stern man responded. Turning to Robin, he continued "We're to believe you remember milord's name, but not your own?
"But it's the truth!" Robin sputtered. They were heavily armed and he was outnumbered, so he started to panic.
"What if it IS true, Frederick? We can't just leave him here, alone and confused. What sort of Shepherds would we be then?" Chrom interjected.
'Frederick. Well, that's one question answered' thought Robin.
"Just the same, milord, I must emphasize caution. 'Twould not do to let a wolf into our flock." Frederick responded.
"Right then. We'll take him back to town and sort this out there." Chrom decided. They all turned away, motioning Robin to follow.
"Hold on a moment! Don't I get a say in this?!" Robin cried.
"Peace, friend" Chrom replied. "I promise we'll hear all you have to say once we get back to town. Come on."