Ok then, time to gear up with another chapter, this time, on my Fire Emblem fanfic. Also, if you enjoy somehow this story, I would like to suggest two more: one of them is one of my own works as well, YuGiOh! 5D's Paladins of Light series, consisting of two volumes, Darkness Awakens which is a retelling of the 5D's Fortune Cup and Dark Signers saga, and Eternal Bonds, a new original storyline in this one. Next, would be the fanfic of a good friend of mine, called Yugioh! Dragon Knight Reborn, they are quite a good read if you have the spare time.

Anyways, I think I should be adding in this chapter who is older than who (regarding our main characters); Robin is 28 years old in this fanfic, this would be the third body build from the Avatar in the game; then, we have Emmeryn at 25, though her range is between 24-25 I go for 25; then, Chris, the male avatar of Awakening at 22, using his second body build; then comes Chrom at 19; and finally Lissa at 15 (ages based on a comic from Nintendo on Fire Emblem Awakening. That aside, let's go for today's chapter ok? Hope you like it.


Chapter 7: Dire News; the Tactician of Plegia


Under orders of Emmeryn, Chrom and the remaining Shepherds stationed in the palace, along with Hero King Marth, moved onwards to Regna Ferox to request further aid from their allies in the war to come. Chrom was very hesitant to comply the orders of Emmeryn, but he knew that the risk was high if they didn't get any more troops to support them, so with a grieved heart, he left the capital, hoping that requesting the assistance wouldn't take long and that he would be back at the capital soon enough to protect his sister. A long journey of one and a half day, as the group traveled at full speed and mounted to speed up the travel, they arrived on Ferox, tired, but knowing they had to return immediately to Ylisstol. They were welcomed by Flavia, who along with Basilio, made preparations ready for a garrison of the elite warriors of Regna Ferox to accompany them. Chris suggested Chrom that they should rest a little there, and that he would device a plan to protect that capital of Ylisse with the garrison that they would bring. Chrom complied, trusting in his friend blindly, even still, Basilio and Flavia decided to send a group of intelligence to check on the situation regarding Ylisse. The night fell, without any eventualities for the Shepherds reunited in Regna Ferox.

That was, until the eventful morning, as Basilio and Flavia walked to meet with Chrom and the troops rallied "Boy, we have news from Ylisse."

"What is it Basilio? Something amiss?" asked Chrom concerned on the very serious and stern look in Basilio's eyes. Flavia turned her sight to the door, as the feroxi were bringing in Cordelia, sent from Ylisse and aided by the intelligence troops of Ferox "Cordelia?!"

"Milord…" she said looking at Chrom and almost falling unconscious, her armor was bruised up and had some scratches of what seemed to be arrows or lances; Fredercik helped her stand on her feet, as she was grieving, but holding back until she couldn't anymore "By the gods…I'm a failure as a knight…" Chrom begged her to regain her composure, and finally, she said what everyone was already fearing by now just from seeing her "Ylisstol…has fallen…Plegia attacked…taking us by surprise…" she said falling unconscious, quickly taken to the infirmary. Chrom and Lissa were left more than astonished, they were shocked, if Ylisstol fell, what could have been of Emmeryn?


The same day that the Shepherds left for Regna Ferox, first hour in the morning…

Gangrel was rallying his troops, smiling and laughing madly "Heed my words plegians! It is the time we have been waiting for so long already! Time to strike down and defeat our sworn enemies in Ylisse and make them pay for the countless deaths their Exalted bloodline has brought upon us in Plegia!" Robin and Aversa were behind him, waiting for him to issue the orders after the speech, Robin wasn't paying much attention as her thoughts again brought the man she had seen with the ylisseans on the border pass. Her sight turned down, her breathing getting slow as she closed her eyes, very thoughtful and doubtful regarding how things were going now.

The last memory of her mother and her brother came to her mind; she was barely 8 years old and her baby brother still was young at 2 years old. Her father and mother always argued regarding the future of the baby, something about him was very important, as if his was a great fate. One night, she took a torch and followed her mother to a secret passage on their house, a temple like structure. Her baby brother was in her mother's hands and soundly asleep, her mother looked rather concerned, as they finally reached an exit out of the temple, she turned around, cloaking her face with a long tunic without the garments of Plegia or the Grimleal, she knelt and looked at the eyes of her daughter, tears forming in her eyes "Don't cry mommy, we will see each other again right?"

"Yes my dear." She replied stuttering as she hugged the young Robin dearly, crying a bit as she broke the hug and kissed her forehead "I have to take your brother away, until he can return and be safe…"

"Just take care of yourself and lil brother, ok mom?" she said looking at her baby brother, just kissing his forehead and smiling as she gave her a bag "I'll stall dad as much as I can." Her mother smiled nodding, as she caressed her daughter's cheek softly and stood up.

"Don't change dear…remember who you really are." She added before then disappearing in the middle of the night.

Robin snapped out of her thoughts as the crow and soldiers that Gangrel rallied were shouting eagerly and loud "… we will defend our lands from any invader! And to prove that, we shall conquer our greatest enemy so far! Gods, goddesses, they won't stop us now!"

"Everything ok dear sister?" asked Aversa tauntingly, as she giggled deviously behind her teeth, staring now at the troubled tactician; Robin shook her head, looking back at Aversa she just narrowed her eyes in disapproval which just made Aversa smile and laugh in excitement "Our father sent new orders. He wants YOU" she pointed at Robin who got confused "to lead the first attack at Ylisstol and to report back to him if you find, a special man that became the tactician of Ylisse."

"The tactician?" asked Robin not showing any emotion or reaction; she had learned to do so with years of living and learning to read with Aversa, as she always managed to get the answers and knowledge she wanted "Ok, but what does father want of him?"

"It's nothing of our business, he just wants the tactician alive" she added giggling as she stared back at Gangrel who was still waving for his followers to keep cheering on and ready for the war "and the Fire Emblem, of course."

"I will do what I can to lead our forces to the victory; that is the role of a tactician." replied Robin, knowing by now that Aversa was setting her up to become Gangrel's advantage on the campaign at hand.

"I'm glad to hear that my lass." said the king as he walked between them heading to his generals to hand the last details of the invasion "I want you to lead the strongest of our armies, under General Mustafa." He said, as a bald, slightly dark skinned man, arms crossed, around his late thirties with a scar on his left eye; his attire consisted of strapped belts on his chest, to keep on his shoulder plates made of a bone-like material with three pikes protruding from the shoulder plates, along with brown furred gauntlets and footless boots with strapped armor to the upper part at the knee height, covering his thighs from damage and blue furred loincloth at his waist; he seemed very cold and stern from his looks, but all over Plegia he was known to be a kind-hearted and pacifist, his military service only focused on protecting and making enemy forces surrender at will, avoiding any unnecessary bloodshed; Gangrel smiled as he looked at his subordinates in the castle, explaining his invasion plan "We will catch them off-guard. Robing and Gangrel will lead their force straight to Ylisstol, I want that place secured."

"What will his Highness do in the battlefield then?" asked Robin calmed and serious, as she knew that Gangrel was intending on taking the battlefield, it was far a very unique opportunity to let it go for him.

"I will raise the moral of course, when we slice and push through the ylisseans and make them pay for their deeds." He added laughing madly as it was his custom "I wouldn't want to miss part of the hunting my dear, I enjoy seeing the suffering of those that for so long made us suffer under their grip in that damned war!"

"And now you're starting one yourself." Thought Robin, finding it difficult to bear with the stupidity and hypocrisy of Gangrel; there was something he said about invaders, but Robin didn't mind reminding it or paying attention, as she still had doubts about what she had to do.

"Returning to the topic, tacticians, which would be the best course of action at this moment?" asked Gangrel, referring to Robin and Aversa. Aversa was there for longer than Robin, she was the one that persuaded Gangrel of pressing Ylisse and taunting them by sending their 'barbarians' in order to instill fear and bait on Ylisse for a new war, she was his most trusted confidant ; Robin on the other hand had little time, and her job had been to spare as many lives as she could from the militia of Plegia, attacking pivotal regions and bringing as many of their men back home as she could, which kept their numbers high still. Both women looked at the map and swiftly saw the best course of action.

"I would suggest we strike one of the less occupied forts or towns; if our objective is to proceed without much problems." said Robin moving two pieces representing their split armies "By the time we slip deep enough and the capital send their troops to strike us down, it would be late, and they'd be forced to"

"BORING!" shouted Gangrel, feeling her plan was rather easy, too safe; he crossed his arms, like a little kid making a tantrum, knowing such a plan would take a lot of time to reach the capital "Listen, I know you want to keep our numbers and forces safe, but let's be realistic, the only threat are those pesky feroxi, and with our numbers, we will out match them at every point."

"I propose that we face them in the borders." said Aversa rearranging the pieces in the map a bit, moving their two units together against the resistance that would be met at the borders with Ylisse "Both our armies won't suffer heavy casualties raiding the town, and we will drag their armies away."

"But that plan will end with the lives of many innocent civilians of Ylisse…" Robin tried to argue, but it was futile as Gangrel was over excited with the possibility, General Mustafa wasn't doing anything at all, for he knew his place.

"Precisely sister, and with the armies coming for the main army, us" she said then pushing Mustafa's unit around towards Ylisse "you and General Mustafa won't find any opposition from the capital, conquering it easily."

"There are bound to be lots of casualties nevertheless, if your army goes and meets the alliance of ylisseans and feroxi." Added Robin in a futile attempt to throw some sense into the king, who didn't listened or wasn't paying any attention now, the plan fit every twisted spot of what he wanted: a bloody war, packed with revenge against the halidom's Exalted bloodline, and forcing the country under his banner. Robin sighed softly, as she knew it was late to take the idea out of Gangrel's head.

"That will be enough. Prepare the troops, we leave immediately!" ordered Gangrel as Aversa excused herself to go and rally the troops for the invasion; meanwhile, Gangrel looked at both Mustafa and Robin, finding it curious a bit as he smirked at them "Your names will forever remain in history, as the brave ones that conquered Ylisstol." He then closed his fist, madly staring at it and raising it up in the air "And mine, as the King that avenged our people! To war!" Robin however, was very doubtful of what was happening, and General Mustafa could see it clearly on her eyes.

"…You have to bottle up those feelings." He said coldly looking at her, surprising her a bit "The King won't like it if you show to the men, that weakness as he says." He then turned around and walked away to meet with his troops. Robin followed soon after, looking at the skies as she spotted an eagle, shrieking and flying high in the sky. She looked more confident now, and yet, she felt there was something more that could be done about this whole situation. The troops geared and ready, they set off towards the borders with a vast number superiority.


Robin knew full well of the atrocities committed during the supposed, 'cleansing' as the previous Exalt called it on their campaign against Plegia. She had seen the terror in her youth, barely being in her early teens. She remembered that, they were the lucky ones, and every night always carried with it the screams and pleads of innocent plegians that didn't belonged to the cult of the Grimleal, and the sound of a sword slashing through them or axes falling and crushing skulls. Because of her mother and brother disappearing, her father raised her to stay strong and don't let those sounds get the best of her, it was too much to bear for a girl at that age, for anyone. She was told that if she worked hard, she could be the Chosen One given the departure on her family, the one that would restore glory to the Grimleals in their mission, but that she still lacked an essential part that nevertheless, they thought she could attain during the years, but it was harder when his father realized it had to be his son.

And still, when the war ended, most plegians were now holding a grudge on Ylisse, but she didn't care much about it at all. She felt, there had to be an explanation, her mother raised her that way, never commit a true judgment without hearing both sides of the story, and more because it was the father of Emmeryn, not her, who created that chaotic war.

"HALT!" shouted the man ahead; Robin never realized it until she snapped again with that yell that they were moving quite fast, they had reached the borders already. In front of the plegian armies, stood a small town, with a lively populace tending their own business and works. Gangrel summoned soon enough Robin, Aversa, and General Mustaf, to decide on how to trigger their plan, and even though Robin was against it, she knew very well what Gangrel wanted to do, it didn't take a genius to figure it out.

"Your Highness" said Robin, trying once more to dissuade him of it "There is no need to take any lives…just attack and let them retreat, that will get the army out of the capital and coming all the way to meet the branch you will command."

"But" interrupted Aversa, walking around Gangrel "think clear my King, if we leave survivors…"

"They will think we don't mean it." He said smiling madly as he whistled, faking the sound of a bird to get his men ready "Truth is, I'll enjoy seeing this, only let one of them leave, only one is needed to set the alarm hehehe."

Robin was clearly disappointed her King had taken lightly her suggestion, and with a single order from him, a bloody battle ensued. No, Robin well-knew that this was no battle, so did Mustafa as he kept his men from moving, under the excuse that he needed his men in full shape if they were going to proceed further in Ylissean ground. Fires were alit, houses began crumbling and the screams of women and children echoed, with the groans and the screeching sound of men grasping their last breath. The town had a little garrison stationed, which was almost obliterated immediately. Archers and snipers took aim to any straggling survivors that escaped, until only one of them, a young man with 2 arrows stuck on his back and arm, managed to get away of the gruesome assault. It was a massacre, and Robin gritted her teeth in impotence, as she looked away, again, those screams reminding her of her teenage years "Why? If the ylisseans are at fault…why am I having these second thoughts?! This feeling in my gut…Oh gods, what have I allowed to occur?"

She then felt a hand on her shoulder, it was Mustafa's, as he stared at her, knowing full well how she felt with this barbarous raid "It is better we question our own minds." He said as his men also stared at the merciless assault of Gangrel's men "We are soldiers, we have to follow orders issued to us, and yet" he said, looking exactly at that time, how the king ventured and slashed a man pleading for his life, killing him "we have to build our own judgment." She could see it clearly now, Mustafa was like her, they both questioned the lineage of the Grimleal cult, but moreover, the decisions of those in power, those that, knowing full well there were other paths, decided to go for the one that satisfied their needs the most. Distrust and disrespect ignited the last war, and this one, was also built on the same foundations. It was then that Robin closed her eyes, disappointed "Those who don't know their history, are condemned to make the same mistakes." She just said as Gangrel's raid continued.

When it was over and the troops passed through the village, mot had to cover their mouths and noses with a tissue or any piece of clothing; the smell of flesh burnt, and the flies that were already forming all around the battlefield were too much to bear. Robin couldn't believe her eyes; she hoped in her heart, it was all just a terrible nightmare. But it was way too real. A complete waste, what was seemed a bright town, was nothing but ruins, crops burnt, and corpses of men, soldiers…of senile, women, and children alike "Gangrel this wasn't part of the plan…" said Robin seeing the corpse of a woman holding the hand of her little daughter, an arrow stabbed on the back of the girl, right at her heart, the woman with blood below her, surely a wide wound on her torso's front.

"Yes I know." Said the King as he traveled through the ground, just laughing as his men were still moving, already separating "It is much, much better than what these ylissean dogs deserved."

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" shouted Robin, already fed up with the attitude of the king, as he took a serious posture "This was madness, attacking innocents was crossing the line for sure! You're becoming the exact type of man that the previous Exalt was!"

Gangrel remained silent as his subordinates stared, then resuming their route and ignoring anything happened there. Aversa looked with dismay at her sister, shaking her head, knowing full well that she had just opposed the will of their King "Listen to me lass" said the red haired man, holding Robin by her chin and lifting her head up to look straight into his eyes "you know nothing, of the true terrors that man set loose 15 years ago, you just know a fraction of it." He then let her go, slapping her hard on her cheek, much to the surprise of everyone around "Don't you dare talk back to your King, tactician, you know full well your place, and you dare talk up at me like that?! I should have you beheaded this instant and yet" he said as Robin looked back at him, her left cheek red, as her eyes were staring straight at Gangrel's eyes, with tears forming, but with a deep hatred; this was his business, detecting the hate of others on their eyes "Hehehehe, but I still need you. Be thankful I'm merciful, unlike the previous Exalt who ordered the execution of a many of our citizens and his own. Troops, keep moving!" he ordered as if nothing happened "Stik to Aversa's plan and we shall come triumphant! On to meet with the main force!" he turned around and rallied his troops, a vast number, but turned to Robin, as Mustafa's men and the general stood by her side "Please, indulge on her some manners ok?" he added, moving out and leaving Mustafa's army right there in the town.

"Soldiers." Said Mustafa as they all rallied immediately, without hesitation or doubt; Robin felt sorry for the people, still staring all around, there were at the very least a hundred corpses "Divide in formation Tag Storm. Group A, dig tombs around the town; Group B, gather the bodies in lines to the tombs and bury these poor people, look and take any survivors out of here. Am I clear?"

"Sire, yes sire!" they all shouted in unison obediently, as Mustafa knelt next to Robin, lending her a hand to stand back up. Robin was moved by this side of Mustafa, and the hope that his soldiers did as they were told, without question, made her heart warm a bit.

"I thought they were all"

"Heartless? Cruel? Animals? Barbarians?" asked Mustafa interrupting Robin as the woman turned to the tall man "Murderers? In a fashion, it is part of the job description in Plegia." Said Mustafa, as he began carrying off the streets and houses debris to check for any survivors or wounded "We are soldiers, this is war; it is bound to happen. But, in times of peace, one never forgets the possibility of a war." He said, as his men managed to get out a small family that escaped the grasp of death "In times of war, never forget compassion." He said, pushing a rock aside from the remains of a Naga shrine, were some more survivors were sparred. In total, there were about 20 survivors, old men, children, and women; it was a miracle something like this indeed happened.

"You're different from what I thought." Said Robin, helping on the efforts as well, to which Mustafa just looked at the tactician "What do you fight for, General Mustafa?"

He remained silent a moment, and looked at the young woman's eyes filled with curiosity "To protect those I care for, from enemies outside our country" he said making a long pause and then sighing "or from within. What about you?" Robin didn't reply, she felt very confused, and now the answer was non-existent. In the past, she could have answered for her family, to avenge them, but she had grown up knowing to let go of that desire for revenge "Whatever it is, you must cling to it, else you will let war change who you really are." said that, the general left in hopes of aiding the digging group.

After a few hours, Mustafa and his men finally finished burying the fallen ones, praying to Naga that she could take care of their souls. The survivors, he suggested them to move to Regna Ferox given their alliance, and to not return to Ylisse until the war was over, and so they did. They left with provisions of the army and with a scarring memory that, given enough time, it would fade perhaps. Their army doubled their pace, and once again, headed off to the capital as Aversa's plan suggested them to do, to strike without being noticed by the ylisseans, or that their reaction time wasn't as precise as it could be.


At Ylisstol, the Pegasus Knights and a good portion of the army had remained to protect the Emmeryn, it hadn't been long since the Pegasus scouts arrived with news from the army lead by Gangrel and Aversa, dispatching a response team that could face them, or at least, wither their numbers. Odds were against them for sure "Milady" said Cordelia as she arrived with her squadron of Pegasus Knights "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we have problems."

Phila stood beside Emmeryn, being the commander of the Pegasus Knight of Ylisse ad superior as well as mentor of Cordelia "Cordelia, explain yourself."

"Commander Phila, Exalt, I'm afraid King Gangrel's army is but a ruse and diversion." She said firmly as she got off her pegasi "I've spotted an army heading to Ylisstol as we speak and while the garrison clashes with Plegia's main army." She then looked down a bit.

"Your Highness" said Phila kneeling before Emmeryn, as the remaining soldiers barely counting around 50 were hurrying for weapons and their posts "I suggest you move with Cordelia's wing company and retreat to Regna Ferox, that way whe can"

"I won't do such a thing Phila." Replied Emmeryn immediately, standing firmly as she looked through the balcony the downtown, starting to gather in the castle gates "If I were to leave, what would our people think? What would my words mean to them and Plegia?" she asked Phila and Cordelia this, as she turned around with a smile that somehow, managed to calm the nervousness of Phila and Cordelia "I shall remain with my people. It is time we leave the castle." She said, as Cordlia and Phila nodded with their troops rallying for one final assault, it was then that Emmeryn called for Cordelia "Cordelia, I want you to do me a favor."

"Yes your Highness, anything for the exalted bloodline." She replied, as Emmeryn was accompanied by clergymen that she had called before, in their hands, the Fire Emblem "Your Highness?"

"I want you to reunite with the Shepherds in Regna Ferox, hand this to Chrom." She said, giving the Emblem to Cordelia, as she looked confused when Phila arrived as well "King Gangrel is looking for it, if he doesn't find it, there is a chance to save our people, and their future."

"But your Highness! I should remain here by your side to aid in anything"

"Cordelia, this is not the time." Said Phila as the room was emptied quickly "Her Highness and I know what the outcome of facing the plegians could turn out to be, it is much better that some remain, to preserve the legacy of Ylisse's Pegasus Knights and troops."

"But Commander Phila!"

"Cordelia, I ask of you, please." said Emmeryn trying to make her understand "The destiny of the whole world…and much more, relies on the Fire Emblem to remain in hands of the First Exalt bloodline."

"Chrom…"

"Indeed. So please, go with them, and please deliver them this message: 'The peace I seek, it may be hard to see who it is for. Please remain safe.'" She said as Cordelia was finding it a bit harder now to remain calm, but nevertheless she nodded.

"THE PLEGIANS ARE ARRIVING!" one of the soldiers shouted outside as they kept a defensive stance at the plaza. Time was nigh now.

"Please, hurry Cordelia." Ordered Phila, as the Pegasus Knights rallied for their strike, taking flight and scouting all around Ylisstol "We will buy you as much time as we can. Make haste, I pray to Naga you will be safe!" said Phila, taking on her steed and flying to meet with her sister knights, as Emmeryn hurried Cordelia to fly. As soon as she did, flying over the borders, she could hear the screams of her knight-sisters, some of braveness, others, her mind rather wanted to ignore them; the last she heard at the distance barely was an alarm horn from the gate guards, meaning that the plegians breached through it already and were raiding the capital.

Mustafa's unit was swift and accurate, yet merciful. The archers took aim to the Pegasus knights and managed to strike down half of them in the first moments of the battle, as his Wyvern Riders took the flight to clash with the women, others scouting around to take out any archers in higher grounds to avoid take out what little advantages they had. If they were very famed for their coordinated attacks before, they were even deadlier now, for Robin had developed the assault just in mere seconds of seeing the formations of Ylisse; Mustafa himself saw the gate broken down, as his men yelled in victory "Storm the city, but do not kill those who yield or citizens! No vandalism, and no attacks to the citizens!" he ordered his men, soon most of the troops left in the castle walls of Ylisstol giving up, others cut down as they kept their oaths with them to the grave; Mustafa turned to the tactician, who seemed still down and doubtful, more than ever.

"Are we doing the right thing?" she asked to Mustafa and a few of his most trusted and confidant soldiers with them "Is this the only way?" They understood what she meant; revenge was nothing but an excuse for more violence, a poor excuse at it.

"Tell me Robin, what do you REALLY, fight for?" asked Mustafa again, at a distance, seeing that his men and the ylisseans had stopped fighting.

"…To find my only family…a brother that I care for, that surely has forgotten me…" she finally replied "If he was to see me…I doubt he would recognize me anymore…" Mustafa didn't say anything else, as his men stopped raiding, taking the ylissean soldiers as prisoners so they didn't try anything funny. Meeting with Mustafa and Robin, was Emmeryn herself, Phila behind her among other Pegasus Knights that survived the fight.

"I am the Exalt Emmeryn." She said talking to the plegians, turning then to the conquering commanders "In exchange for the well-being of my people, and my soldiers, I give myself to you as a prisoner." She said as the ylisseans gasped and whispered at the sacrifice of the Exalt. Mustafa looked carefully at her, as Robin was doubtful of what to do, but he knew what crossed her mind "Very well. I, General Mustafa of Plegia, condition this as an acceptance of rendition." He said as his men surrounded Emmeryn, taking her prisoner.

"Mustafa…is this ok?" Robin asked, as Emmeryn gasped a moment seeing her face, and the mark she had in her hand as she managed to get a small glimpse of it, but it was enough for the Exalt to know it "If we keep her a prisoner, do you think the citizens won't fight us back?"

"It won't be long until King Gangrel arrives." He said crossing his arms in disappointment "He will prefer her alive. His search for that Emblem, is what drove us here." The general finally admitted, knowing of the hidden agenda of Gangrel "If it is not here, keeping her alive is the only lead he has to finding it. Take the prisoners, leave the citizens alone and in peace!" ordered Mustafa as his troops claimed the city for Plegia, the war was over now. With Ylisstol under the control of Plegia, there was little that could happen.


Present day, back in Feroxi…

Cordelia had recovered soon enough, and explained to the best she could the situation that had occurred on Ylisse when Chrom and his soldiers left. It was a heavy tale to the heart, for Lissa and Chrom were thinking now the worst. Cordelia stood up from the infirmary, and from her bag, she took out of it the sacred treasure of Ylisse, Marth recognizing it immediately.

"Besides the message your sister the Exalt conferred to me, she begged me to bring this to you." She said, handing the Fire Emblem to Chrom, with only one of the five spheres embed on it, the silver gem Argent, which Marth recognized as the sphere of his time, the Lightsphere "She said, that as long as the Emblem remains in hands of someone from the Exlted bloodline, there will always be a brighter future."

Chrom looked carefully at the Shield of Seals, the Fire Emblem, and he held on to it as he recalled that legend that Emmeryn always told him about. Basilio crossed his arms, as he continued the discussion "There's still more; darker news though. My spies that found Cordelia brought some piece of information." He said as he sighed and took a deep breath "Plegia retreated back to their lines, leaving nothing but destruction on their path. Since you weren't there when Ylisse fell, they said that Gangrely would put Emmeryn to trial at Plegia, and condemn her to a public execution." The room remained in an eerie silence.


Back at Plegia's keep, above the remains of the skull of the Fell Dragon, Emmeryn was kept in one of the prison cells, as she was approached by a shadow figure "You don't have to conceal yourself, I know it is the tactician that was with General Mustafa." She said, as the figure revealed; it was Robin "Might I ask for your name milady?"

"I'm Robin." She replied, kneeling at the front of Emmeryn's cell "Listen, I came to tell you that, you should tell me where the Emblem is."

"It is safe."

"Exalt" Robin said, having no troubles pronouncing the word "if you don't cooperate, King Gangrel will continue his plans…and he will acquire it, taking it from the hands of your brother if he needs. I offer you an alternative."Emmery didn't reply "Do it and I will do my best to save you, your siblings, and your countrymen."

"You're very kind." She replied, surprising Robin.

"What?"

"It's just that…you're different from these plegians, right?" she said, to which Robin blushed a bit "Yes, you are…pretty much, like my brother's friend." Added Emmeryn, as she began talking with Robin "He is shy, but of a good heart, caring, and attentive, giving himself before anyone else, but also a very cunning and skilled tactician." Robin gasped, her eyes widened as she knew she was talking of him.

"What do you know of him?"

"I know that he's someone dear to you, I could sense it by the way you reacted. I know, you know him from a long time, for you know his name just from the description I gave you. You two, have in the same spot, the mark of Grima" she added as Robin too her gloves off, the mark in her right hand as with Chris, making it more evident on her guess "And more importantly, you two look alike. He's your brother, am I right?"

Robin fell to the floor, looking at it for several minutes as she couldn't believe. Just no, she wasn't alone in the world anymore. She had found what she had been looking for so long already "Brother…"

To be continued…


Robin; Tactician; Lv 15; HP -, Magic +
HP 48; Attack 12; Magic 23; Skill 15; Speed 19; Luck 12; Defense 11; Resistance 16
Weapon Levels: Sword C; Magic B
Inventory: Steel Sword, Elfire, Ruin
Skills: Shadowgift, Patience, Tomefaire (bear with me, I know this is impossible in-game, but for the fanfic it will be later on for use.)

Previous forgotten stats:
Chris; Tactician; Lv 10; Magic -, Speed +
HP 35; Attack 18; Magic 15; Skill 20; Speed 18; Luck 16; Defense 14; Resistance 13
Weapon Levels: Sword C, Magic C
Inventory: Steel Sword, Elthunder, Mysterious Pendant (he hides it with himself, next chapter will show it a bit)
Skills: Dual Attack+, Vantage, Prescience

Marth; Hero King, Lv 22; HP -, Luck +
HP 55; Attack 25; Magic 17; Skill 24; Speed 26; Luck 30; Defense 21; Resistance 19
Weapon Level: Sword A
Inventory: Noble Rapier, Brave Sword
Skills: Prescience, Charisma, Patience, Pass


That's all for now, until next chapter! Some new things are coming up, so please stay tune if you enjoy this story!