A/N: And we are back! Ya miss me...probably not. Writer's block is a bitch, like seriously, I must have at least half a chapter for every story written out so far and I'm stuck on every part...it sucks. I've also not been feeling well lately, came down with a Sinus' infection and its be (not-so) killing me. Anyway I should also talk about the poll Result. The winner was: The RWBY crossover! I'll post the prologue for that some way down the road, but I will say this now...JUST the prologue. I talked with about it with Temporal King, and we thought it best that I should only work on about five stories at a time, I swear here and now, I will never give up on a story. Now onto the Reviews:

Tychon: It's Back...again!

Antex-The Legendary Zoroark: After playing through Shadows...the amount of information you could abuse. So obvious reference was ...I like it, heck you could even make a little joke of Selena saying that she's already married...but too him and he doesn't even know cos it's in Robin's future, hehe. Also am I the only who has noticed that the Thebes Workshop seems to be exactly where the Ruins of Time is...anyone?

Temporal King: It never ends! The Avatar is both and incredibly easy and also incredibly hard character to write, you have a template, so all you need to do is work off of it...however how much you want to work with it is what can make it hard, since you then have to stick with that through the whole story. A fearful and dense Robin is a bit harder to write since he is such a commanding and leading figure too the point point if near bipolarism, and that is something I am going to have to deal with throughout this story. Also I can't but feel as though Emmeryn is just as much a prankster as Lissa in her private time.

And we are done with them. Now I hope you guys enjoy:

Chapter 3- Cold Country

Lissa was starting to hate Regna Ferox before she had even set foot in the large country. The place was located north of Ylisse, but she was expecting the sharp change in temperature. Regna Ferox was cold, snowing, and cold, windy and cold…did she mention it was really freaking COLD!

She was freezing! Had she known just how different the climate of the warrior nation was to Ylisse, then she would have packed her woolly coat that had been given to her by Maribelle for her last birthday. She was heavily regretting not bringing it.

"F-Frebrick…it-it's freebing." The blonde cleric managed out, rubbing her covered shoulders, trying to generate as much friction and heat with her hands as possible.

"Stand by my horse milady, she'll keep you warm." Frederick replied with a smile, how he was able to withstand the freezing temperature was beyond her, even her brother seemed fine…and he had half an arm bare!

Taking the great knight up on his offer, she moved closer towards the large mare, and while it did warm her up a little, it was only a temporary fix. Why did her dress have to be so thin?

"Chrom, what is that thing?" She heard Robin ask her brother.

In the distance, barely visible through the falling snowstorm, a towering wall was standing proud, a large red gate closed shut in front of a bared grey doors.

"That, Robin, is known as the Longfort. It span's the border of Regna Ferox with both Ylisse and Plegia, it was built long before our time." Chrom explained.

"We should prepare your speech milord, we could at least try diplomacy." Frederick suggested.

"Yes, you're right. But the Feroxi value strength over sweet words. It might be needed to prepare a strategy for battle." The blue haired man replied, Robin nodding in confirmation.

A battle in this weather?! They were mad, right? Surely, they had to be completely mad?! They were already approaching the massive fort, and Lissa was barely feeling warmer at all. At least she wasn't the only one suffering. Vaike was desperately trying to convince Sully to let him stay near her, though the red head's brutish horse was having none of it however. Even Miriel seemed to be struggling if her shaking pen hand was anything to go by, though the mage seemed to be taken it in her stride, probably taking the time to document something.

"Hold there! What business do you have in Regna Ferox!" A female's voice shouted from the top of the fort.

Looking up, standing there was blonde woman wearing dark green armour, her face giving a deep scowl at the Shepherds group.

Stepping forward, Chrom presented himself as the leader of the group. "My good lady, I am Prince Chrom of house Ylisse, I am here to ask for an audience with your Khan." He announced, voice as loud as possible.

"You claim to be the prince but what evidence do you have of this claim, as far as I know, I see nothing but brigands posing as impostors." The woman shouted back.

"Brigands?!" Frederick stuttered. Though she was insulted at being called a brigand, Lissa had to suppress a giggle at the knight's faltering face. "Now see here!"

"I care not for your words. If you are truly the Prince of Ylisse, then show me who you are with your strength!" The blonde knight announced, signalling towards some other.

"This could have gone better." Chrom thought aloud before shaking his head. "Please milady, you must understand…" He tried to argue, but the woman cut him off before he could finish.

"Enough! Men, RELEASE!" She called.

Barely a moment later, a surge of lances were launched off of the fort. While the Shepherds were safe, Chrom was far from it. Unable to watch her brother about to be impaled, Lissa closed her eyes and looked away, awaiting the pained groans of her soon to be dead brother.

The javelins landed, but there was no cry, why wasn't there a cry? There was supposed to be an earthshattering cry?! Steeling herself, Lissa looked back to where her brother was previously standing. Emphasis on the word 'previously'!

Her brother had vanished, the lances that had been thrown were impaled in the snow, but Chrom was nowhere to be seen!

"Up there!" Someone shouted, she didn't care who. But she followed them and lo and behold, soaring above them was a snow white pegasus with her brother sitting safely on the back behind the rider.

"Thank Naga." Lissa breathed out, putting a hand too her chest. The rider appeared to be Sumia, which meant that the pegasus was the one that she had been left to tend too. Looking to her left, it seemed as though Robin was still covering his eyes with the hood of his cloak, not realising that Chrom was safe.

"Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay." The tactician was whispering to himself like a mantra, probably not having heard whoever it was that had shouted.

Flapping wings signalled the descent of the winged horse, its feathered appendages reminiscent of the angels of old, and to Lissa that wasn't much far from the truth.

"Oh Captain, thank goodness you're alright." The brunette rider said, as Chrom dismounted from the pegasus.

"If it hadn't been for you Sumia I would be nothing but a pincushion right now, And thank you're pegasus as well. Is that the same one we found injured by the side of the road?" The blue haired prince asked.

"She's really sweet once you get to know her." Sumia smiled, brushing her hands through her mounts mane.

"I'll take your word for it." Chrom laughed, before looking towards his tactician. "Robin are you alright?" He asked, wondering why the cloaked man was covering his face.

"Chrom!" Robin shouted, removing his hood, his white hair now a complete mess. "Thank the gods, I thought you were dead."

"I'm alright, I would have died if not for Sumia and her new friend. But it seems diplomacy is no longer an option my friend, have you been able to come up with a plan?" The prince asked.

"Ferox prides strength, I say we use strength in numbers. As long as we keep together we should be able to overpower them. Also, Chrom, if we pair up together, we will always have the advantage against our opponent." The tactician explained.

"Pair up? How do you mean?" Frederick asked, doing his best to no let on that he had lost his composure.

"Two of the Shepherds working as one. They can cover each other's weaknesses, strike together, guard together, even cover a larger area of terrain. It will also help Lissa remain protected at all times." Robin answered. "I'd recommend Sir Frederick, but his strength is needed in the front lines."

How Robin could go from being such a pessimist and fearful person to such a determined person Lissa would never know, but it was good to see him in such high spirits after the what had just happened. But she was annoyed as well, they were treating her like a porcelain doll who could crack at the slightest touch.

"Hey! Just because I can't fight back doesn't mean I always need someone to watch over me all the time." She complained, putting her hands on her hips, raising her head high.

"I understand Lissa. Truly I do, but after what had happened yesterday I would rather not take any chances." The white haired man replied.

"But that was my own fault not yours!" Lissa added.

"Lissa, I'm going to have to side with Robin on this one, your safety is important not just to the Shepherds but too all of Ylisse as well, I'm not asking you as a commander, but as a brother, please have someone be by your side?" Chrom asked, he had been told about what had happened the previous day. While at first, he had been worried and a little angry, at the Risen and not Robin, that his sister had nearly died, he had calmed down a little after Lissa had told him that she was alright and uninjured. It seems his overprotectiveness was showing itself.

"Fine." The cleric relented. "But I get to choose who goes with me."

"I'm fine with that compromise, so who's it going to be?" The blue haired prince asked again, agreeing that if she is forced to have someone with her at all times, then they should at least be of her choice.

The blonde princess put her hand to her chin and closed her eyes in thought. Who would be best to guard her? Frederick was the first person to come to mind, but Robin had already said that he would work best in the front, there was someone else too, but she couldn't remember them off the top of her head. Vaike would be a good meat shield, bit he would probably end up running ahead.

"We don't have all day Lissa, the Feroxi are already advancing." Chrom urged her.

"I'm thinking, this is important." The cleric glared, but he was right, she did need to hurry.

Miriel had protected her the other day, but she had quickly ran off anyway, but not before berating Robin. She felt uncomfortable whenever Virion was near, so that wrote him out as quickly as the thought came to her. Everyone else was better in the frontline except for one.

"I choose Robin." Lissa smiled, satisfied with her choice.

"Are you sure?" Her brother asked, stealing a glance at his white haired friend.

"Sure I'm sure." The princess answered.

"B-but wouldn't someone else be better suited, I-I mean, I'm not sure that I'm the best choice…" Robin stuttered, trailing off.

Lissa felt sorry for the white haired man, his confidence had taken a massive hit after the events of the previous day, especially after the harsh reprimand from Miriel. Hopefully this would be able to reinstall the faith he had in himself, like what Chrom and she had.

"While I am against milady's choice, that is her wish. I have no right to argue against it." Frederick sighed out, still not in complete trust of the man.

"Frederick!" Lissa shouted reprimanding the knight, sending a glare his way, though he seemed to brush it off.

"It's alright Lissa, I haven't really done much to earn his trust yet." The white haired man smiled in understanding. "And, I guess I'll just have to do my best."

"So long as this is all settled." Chrom spoke up, getting everyone's attention. "Guide us Robin."

The battle was quite short all things considered, which was something that Lissa was VERY thankful for, she couldn't stand the cold much longer. Somewhere along the way they had been able to find the wayward knight, Kellam, but he had quickly faded back into obscurity as soon as he had been found. He was still hanging around someone, though.

The leader of the border guard, Raimi, had surrendered and accepted that Chrom's claims were legitimate, but only after Chrom had impaled her shoulder with his Rapier, rendering her unable to use her weapon.

"I apologise for my false claim's Prince Chrom, your cause was, indeed, just." The blonde woman relented, bowing her head in shame as healing magic wafted over her. Courtesy of Lissa.

"It's quite alright milady. Whatever had been happening too your boarders must have been commonplace if such security was needed. This just further justifies the need for an alliance between our two kingdoms." Chrom replied, in understanding.

"I agree, milord. If you come with me I can grant you an audience with the Khan, I believe they will be quite pleased to meet with you." Raimi bowed again as the Lissa ceased her channelling, before leading them away inside the building, rotating her arm the whole way.

"Finally, sweet warmth!" The cleric cried in exasperation, adrenaline having finally wound its way out of her system, making her start to feel just how cold the Feroxian country was.

The rest of the Shepherds chuckled at her expense.

'Ooooh just you guys wait, I'll get you all back.' The blonde princess thought to herself deviously, an evil grin appearing on her face.

"Your entourage will be guided to the barracks for rest, Lord Chrom, I have already sent a runner to alert the guards of their arrival." Raimi spoke up as she guided them through the corridors.

"Thank you, milady, we've come quite a way in a short time. No doubt the Shepherds could do with a good rest." The blue haired prince replied.

"They have shown Regna Ferox their true strength, it would be against our way to deny fine warriors a safe haven for a visit." The blonde woman smiled.

"How close are we to the throne room? I-if you don't me asking that is." Robin asked, before trying to correct himself.

Lissa giggled at his nervousness, it was still hard to believe that the same man was such a commanding figure just a couple of minutes before.

"Just beyond these doors, sir." Raimi answered, before throwing them open to reveal a lavish stone room, decorated striking red banners and carpets. Suits of armour and various trophies lined the walls with grand paintings of revered warriors that came before.

The blonde princess gaped at the sight, while it wasn't as pretty, in her opinion, as Ylisse's throne room, it had a certain charm to it that spoke of how Regna Ferox prided itself. She had to supress a giggle as Robin seemed to also be entranced by their surroundings.

"I see you are basking in the history that is Regna Ferox?" Raimi asked with a proud grin.

"Yeah, it looks amazing." Lissa spoke in awe, it was pretty magnificent.

"If you don't mind waiting, I will go fetch the Khan." The blonde knight spoke, leaving through the doors, the clunking of her armour fading into the distance.

"What do you think they are like?" Chrom asked the group, the rest of the Shepherds had been led away, all that remained were himself, Lissa, Robin and good ol' Frederick.

"I imagine they would have to be a large, hulking, monster of a man to command these many people." Robin listed off, his imaginary running wild.

"Oh, I am, am I…please do go on." A new voice spoke, having silently entered the room.

Turning to look at the new arrival, standing before them was a blonde haired woman, styled into a bun like ponytail, clad in red and white armour, she carried a shining silver sword over her shoulder though her hand seemed to be twitching. Her face carried an unimpressed expression, not happy with what had been being said about her.

"Oh gods." The white haired man shrunk, wishing he could over his face with his hood to cover his reddening face, if only it wasn't so rude, so he had to settle for his hands instead.

"Calm down boy, I'm not going to harm you." The woman replied, sheathing her sword.

"I'm sorry, but you are the Khan, correct?" Chrom asked.

"One of them, yes. My name is Flavia and I am the East Khan of Regna Ferox." The woman introduced. "I apologise for my border guard Prince Chrom, we've had trouble from Plegian bandits recently that have been disguising themselves as member's of the Ylissean Halidom, I assure you that we mean no harm to you or your men." The Khan explained.

"Damn them." Chrom grunted out, forgetting himself, earning himself some light gasps. "Ah, forgive me, that wasn't…"

"Hmm, damn them and damn their King. We care not for words here in Regna Ferox, you are free to speak your mind here." Flavia smiled, encouraging the princeling.

"Then you should have a word with your damn border guards." The blue haired lord smirked, taking the offer too heart.

"Oh, I like you, Prince Chrom. And I know why you are here, unfortunately I don't have the power to lend you the troops you want and need." The blonde woman delivered.

"What why not?!" Lissa asked, aghast, had their whole journey been for nothing.

"I lack the authority." Flavia answered, simply.

"I'm sorry, but I thought you were the Khan?" The blonde Cleric asked again brow raised, confused.

"I am but one of the Khan's, little girl, I had already said before, I am the East Khan." The red clad woman sighed out. "Unlike the hierarchy and monarchy of Ylisse and Plegia, Regna Ferox has two ruling Khan's due to our kingdom's size, that govern their own half of the country. However, every few years we hold a tournament that determines who had the last say in matters that would involve the effect the whole of us. I lost the last one, so the West Khan holds the authority currently." Flavia delivered, explaining the situation for everyone to understand.

"So, our plea for help is too be ignored?" Robin asked, worried.

"Not exactly." The East Khan answered cryptically.

"How do you mean?" Chrom spoke up, brow furrowing in frustration.

"I mentioned that the Khan's hold a tournament every few years, you're in luck that the next one is upon us, a mere day from now in fact." The blonde woman answered. "And I lack a champion to represent me."

"You mean you want us to do it." The tactician implied.

"Indeed, if you and your Shepherds would represent me in tomorrow's tournament, and win, I can guarantee your alliance and the troops you need." Flavia smiled.

"Then in the name of Ylisse, I accept your offer, I will be your champion Khan Flavia." Chrom agreed resolutely.

"Excellent, though I should warn you in advance, I hear that the West Khan has himself a fine swordsman as well, I would advise caution going ahead." Flavia advised.

"It will be no problem, my tactician, Robin, here, is quite the strategist, and has successfully avoided a single casualty so far." The blue haired prince praised.

"I'm not that good really." Robin responded shyly.

"I'll hold you to that Chrom, I'll be witnessing it first-hand tomorrow. Now I would suggest a meal and a rest, you've come a long way and had an arduous battle, I will not have my champion be unfocused and not feeling at his best. Come." Flavia finished, before she started leading them towards the mess hall.

As they entered, what lay before them was a massive spread ranging from meats, pies and…well more meats! The rest of the Shepherds were already seated and were engaging in small talk with themselves. Vaike's plate seemed to be precariously balanced though.

"Woah." Robin spoke aloud.

"Impressive isn't it, now dig in, we can't let a spread like this go to waste!" Flavia chuckled before moving to served herself.

*Growl*

"Well I would say it's a good time to dig in." Chrom chuckled at the sound of someone's stomach growling.

"Do you think they have bear?" The white haired man asked licking his lips.

"How could you even like that? It smelled so bad!" Lissa cried, trying to hide that it was her stomach that caused the noise.

"I will agree with you on that, but it was surprisingly tasty! Also, it was the first meal that I can remember, so I guess it has a bit of sentimental value to it." Robin replied, chuckling.

"Just…keep it away from me, you can enjoy it all you want, I'm going to have a normal meat…like venison." The blonde cleric replied haughtily, raising her nose to the air.

"To each their own." Robin chuckled.

The spread was indeed massive, and the meats were all cooked to perfection, even better than some of the cooks back in Ylisse, which she was certain were some of the best chiefs on the planet, apparently not if this was what the Feroxi could produce. Lissa had stuffed herself to feeling bloated.

"I think I'm done for the night." She groaned out, she couldn't eat another bite, if her slightly engorged belly was anything to go by.

"Considering how much you ate I almost mistook you for a female Vaike." Her brother chuckled.

"I'll have you know that I look nothing like that pile of walking muscle." Lissa replied, not bothering to look at him.

"Well you both have blonde hair, and War Cleric's do typically wield axes." Robin stated matter of factly.

"Oh, hush you." She snapped. "Now can someone help me, I'm too stuffed to even move." The princess added.

"Alright, I'll help. I'm finished too, and I could do with a good night's rest." The tactician relented, noticing that no one else seemed to want to do it.

Helping her to her feet, she seemed to walk perfectly fine, but she couldn't really be bothered to want to walk, not mention she had no idea where she is going.

"Mind carrying me again?" She asked.

"If anything by how the last time went, this will help me go to sleep faster." Robin commented, as he prepared himself to be latched onto by the living barnacle that was Princess Lissa.

"And a 1 and a 2 and a…" The blonde cleric counted down as she jumped on top of his back, receiving glances from Feroxian soldiers who stared at the pair.

Robin walked to the nearest guard hoping that they would be able to guide them to where they would be sleeping for the night.

"Excuse me, but can you show where we are staying?" Robin asked, Lissa still clinging to his back as if it were natural.

"Yes, but you will be in separate rooms, we weren't told of anyone in the Shepherds that were a couple." The guard replied, walking away.

"Oh, we aren't…" Robin stuttered.

"We've only known each other a couple of days." Lissa added.

"Oh, my apologies Princess, it just seemed that way with how you were together." He said, turning back towards the two. "Anyway, I'll lead you to where the Princess will be staying for the night, then I will lead the tactician to his quarters afterwards."

"Alright, thank you." Robin replied, still a bit shocked at the accusation.

The walk was awkward, Lissa inwardly cringed at how Maribelle would be reprimanding her for not acting like a proper lady, and she was supposed to be trying to be more ladylike! She sighed, acting like an overgrown child was not how a princess should be like, so many people would kill to be in her position, with dreams of a knight in shining sweeping them off of their feet. While she thought Frederick would have done that once, she quickly moved on from that childish crush once his 'quirks' started to show through.

"Here we are." The guard spoke up, bringing her from her thoughts.

"Thank you, sir." Robin replied, as she got down from his back.

"You are esteemed guests, and I can't wait for the tournament tomorrow, show the West Khan who's boss." He smiled.

Opening the door, Lissa thanked that there was a desk for her to write in her journal, she had clumsily kept in her dress the whole time, so it was thankful that she had never been in danger during the battle, his guidance had gone off without a hitch and neither he nor her had been in any trouble at all.

"I'll take my leave now, goodnight Lissa." Robin spoke up bringing her from her thoughts.

"Oh, before you go…" She started.

"Yes?" He asked, remaining in the doorway.

"I just wanted to thank you for today, I told you you could do it, all you need is just some confidence in yourself." The cleric smiled.

"Thanks, I just…I don't want to lose this. This is all I know and I don't want to betray the trust you and your brother have put in me." The tactician replied.

"Hey, don't worry about it okay. We'll talk about it later, I think we could all do with some sleep though." She smiled at him.

"Yeah, you're right, so once again, goodnight Lissa." He waved to her.

"Goodnight Robin." She replied as he closed the door.

She sighed, why couldn't he just accept that he was smart jerk. Stupid smart Robin…she sighed again, taking out her journal. The cleric walked towards the desk with the inkwell. Opening the drawer in search of a quill, she smiled discovering one in the drawer.

Dear Diary,

I told you I would start writing in you every day, didn't believe me did you! Ha, take that…I'm making fun of a piece of paper what is wrong with me!

Regna Ferox is FREEZING! Like…REALLY FREEZING! Why didn't anyone tell me it was this cold?! Otherwise I would have packed that really comfy, fluffy coat that Maribelle got me for my last birthday, you wouldn't know about that though, would you, diary. It's even yellow like my normal dress so that's also a plus.

Then these guys thought we were bandits, though I couldn't really blame them when we have someone like Vaike with us, I'm joking of course, but they explained it too us after the battle was over. It seems that Ylisse isn't the only one that has been having boarder problems, Regna Ferox has been having bandits pose as us, I don't know how someone could be able to be as cute and adorable as me but I digress.

Anyway, my big jerk of a brother pretty much forced me to have someone with me after Robin suggested a new strategy for us, it worked out well, but for some reason I feel as though having Robin as a bodyguard is only going to be a one time thing.

Anyway, I have to go to bed now, we have a tournament in the morning and I'm really tired, I write in you again tomorrow, diary.

Lissa

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