A/N: Hello! ...ummm...so, once again, the "Eternity" prompt is incomplete, so I'm moving forward with the ninth prompt, "Death."

Also, I would like to give a thanks to the reviewers/commenters, likers/followers/kudoers, and all that have been reading these stories! I hope you continue to enjoy the works that are slowly being pumped out!

With that, on with today's work!

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"Chrom!"

"Milord!"

'…This is it then.' The cobalt swallowed, his body growing cold. He was barely cognizant of the blood flowing from his gaping stomach wound. 'I-I can't die like this…There…there is still so much…to do. Emm…Lissa… I'm sor…'

xxx

…Death really wasn't that bad. Wherever he was, it was warm, comfortable. The pain was gone and everything felt…right.

Suddenly, a knock came, sending the Lord to sit straight up in his bed. "Milord, it's time to wake up! We march a little after dawn!" The cobalt looks around. …In his bed? This was his castle chambers. He starts touching his stomach. Wasn't there a gaping hole just moments ago? He pulled up his night shirt, seeing nothing but his toned abs and old battle scars. "Milord! Are you awake?"

"Yes, Frederick." The man slipped out from his bed, putting on his slippers. "I am." '…Maybe it was only a bad dream…'

…Of course, when it happens three more times within the course of two months, he starts questioning if these are dreams or nightmares.

xxx

He is certain that he died, yet, every time, he wakes up from "death," starting the day over. The battle occurs, the one where he "dies," yet a string of events change during the course of the conflict, and he lives another day.

The first three times, he thinks it is all in his imagination, but then it occurs a fourth, and this time, he hasn't died. He and his Shepherds stand before Gangrel, the Plegians, and his sister on the high rock ledge. Robin tells him not to trust Gangrel, not to give the Fire Emblem, and he doesn't, after all, Emmeryn wouldn't want him to. One thing leads to another, then another, then she jumps…and everything goes black…

He wakes in his tent, and the battle plays out again. This time, Robin tells him to give the Mad King the Emblem, and he agrees whole-heartedly, remembering what happened when he didn't. However…the consequences don't change, and once again, Emmeryn falls to her death before him. This time, he doesn't…faint, is that what it is? Well, the black doesn't occur and he and his Shepherds escape to Regna Ferox.

The cobalt cannot deny the horrid experience, losing his sister not once, but twice. Yet, it solidifies something in his mind. Something strange was going on in his world.

xxx

Chrom, for the next month, blocks his "deaths" from his mind, focusing solely on revenge, but when the battle is over and Gangrel defeated, he can finally pause, and ask himself, 'What in the world happened?'

That night, during the Shepherd's celebrations, he comes to the decision…he had to ask someone, and the only people he could think of were Robin and Frederick. Frederick had known him forever, and he always seemed to know what to say or do; however, telling him this would probably over worry the knight, and he knew the hassle that could follow with that option. On the other hand, Robin was always at his side. Maybe not as knowledgeable as Frederick, she would believe in him, not think him crazy, and she would work the problem out with him until the matter was solved. He debated, but in the end went with Frederick. He wasn't sure why, but something was telling him not to ask Robin.

With that decided, while everyone continued being merry, he went out in search for the knight, who had left sometime earlier, possibly for bed or to do a round in camp. The cobalt started by checking the perimeter, as Frederick usually did. When he couldn't find the knight, he went to the man's tent, which was without its master.

With that, he decided to call it a night; he could always ask the knight in the morning. Walking to his own tent, passing several of the Shepherd's tents in the process, this was when he heard the brunet's voice, and he wasn't alone. Pausing, he turned around, following his ears. Returning, he came to a stop in front of Robin's tent. He almost went directly in before stopping, remember his experience from a few days ago and the soap dish bruise on his ear. Due to that, he stopped and spoke instead. "Frederick?" The voices stopped momentarily.

"Milord, is something the matter?" Footfalls made it to the tent flap, and the brunet looked out. The knight was obviously without his armor, and it appeared he had quickly re-buttoned his collar and fixed his tie.

The cobalt blinked. "I apologize. I didn't realize you were busy. I'll ask in-"

"Chrom, is something bothering you?" Before he knew it, Robin was also before him, hair down and without her coat.

xxx

He wasn't sure what happened, but he was sitting in Robin's tent, explaining his situation to his friends. Both looked at him intently, not interrupting.

"…I know it sounds crazy, but I can't make heads or tails of the matter." The cobalt sighed, finishing his tale. The Lord peeked at the two. Frederick looked as if he was biting his cheek, deciding if he should speak, while Robin was contemplating. Silence greeted the end of his explanation, and the man could only stare, waiting for a response. Finally, when he couldn't bare it any longer, Chrom spoke again. "You think I'm mad, don't you?" Robin looked at him, still in thought, while Frederick quickly shook his head.

"My apologies, milord. I…I was debating if I should share my own experiences…"

"Your own?" Both pairs of eyes fell to the brunet.

"Excluding the last experience with…the Exalt, I have had similar incidences myself, all while on death's doorstep. This has occurred twice prior. Once when trying to save the villagers in the northern town near Feroxi and the other when we met Nowi and Gregor. I thought it was only the rigors of war, or maybe dreams, but maybe I was mistaken…"

A sigh escaped the cobalt, 'Maybe he wasn't alone…' "Robin, have you…?" Stopping in mid-sentence, both men looked at the platinum who stared directly into Chrom's eyes.

"…How is it that you two remember?"

"Remember? What do you mean, Robin?"

"Neither of you should have any memories of those experiences."

Frederick quirked an eyebrow. "You are not making any sense, Robin." Chrom nodded as well.

The girl sighed, leaning back against her chair. "…I am not as perfect as the Shepherds make me out to be…I have been using…magic, you could say, to keep my perfect war record…"

"Magic?"

"Explain."

Both words came simultaneously from the two men.

Sighing again, Robin spreads her legs, right elbow resting on her right knee, while the left elbow on the left knee. Her head rested where her two hands met. "Simply, when a battle does not go my way, I…re-start the battle to change the outcome." The two look at her skeptically. "You don't believe me, I take it." A smirk crossed her face.

"I find it highly implausible, Robin."

"You have to admit that what you're saying is…farfetched, to say the least." The cobalt gave a wary smile.

"…Do you want me to show you?"

"How do…" Before the cobalt could finish, Robin snapped her fingers and all was black.

xxx

…It happened again. He awoke, and the day started with Gangrel still alive. The day played out as it had earlier, but directly after the defeat of the Mad King, for some reason, he proposed to Robin. He wasn't certain why. It didn't occur the first time they fought and killed the Trickster. Strangely though, he didn't really mind. His mind had been wandering to Robin a bit recently, when he wasn't thinking about Emm or killing the Plegian king.

As the Shepherds returned to camp though, another change occurred; a seething Frederick pulled aside his new fiancé. Never seeing the man so angered before, he followed, uncertain if he would have to intervene.

"Why were you avoiding me all morning?" He could hear the anger in the knight's voice. It wasn't a shout, but it was on the verge of yelling. "I thought there was…something between us, and then you accept milord's proposal! Last night, THAT night a month ago? Was that you only messing with my…with my emotions!" Chrom could see the anger boiling, and the hints of tears in both their eyes were clear.

The platinum pulled her coat around her further, and a heavy sigh escaped her. Suddenly, the Tactician turned her head, meeting Chrom's eyes. "Chrom…we need to talk." The brunet, rage still burning, looked to the cobalt in his pretty obvious hiding place. Just as the knight was about to leave, Robin grasped the Great Knight. "We ALL need to talk."

xxx

Once again, the three of them were all in Robin's tent. Robin stared sadly at Frederick, Chrom looked to between the other two uncertainly, while Frederick avoided both of their gazes. After a few minutes of tense silence, Robin finally spoke. "Do you two remember?"

"Remember?"

"Remember what, Robin?" The venom remained in Frederick's voice, making the girl flinch.

"We…we were having a conversation on…death and experiences being repeated."

"So?" The knight finally glared at the platinum.

"Do you remember what occurred the first time we defeated Gangrel?"

Chrom nodded hesitantly, turning his attention to his knight; the man's eyes locked on the Tactician.

"…I will take that as a yes…" When Frederick didn't respond. "What was different?"

"Well…" Chrom looked between the two, finally smiling weakly at Robin. "We're engaged."

"…And…" The platinum looked at Frederick.

"WE were engaged…"

"What?" That made Chrom stop, looking between the two. "B-but…oh Gods! I-!" He turns to Robin, looking at her frantically. "Why didn't you tell me no, if you two-!"

The platinum raised her hand, making the cobalt stop. "This time, Frederick never had the chance to propose. The first time we beat Gangrel, before the battle, Frederick proposed and I accepted. That was why you found Frederick in my tent…earlier…" The Lord looked at his knight, realizing the tired, almost defeated look. "Do you understand now? Do you remember the first time we defeated Gangrel?" She looked at both of them, and both men nodded. "Do you believe me now that I can alter events?"

"Then why?" Chrom looked at the platinum. "Why do we keep repeating these battles? Life isn't a game, we can't just…restart."

"…I'm not sure why, or how I obtained this power…" Robin held her hands in her lap, staring down. "I only know I'm able to do it. Whenever the battle doesn't go as planned, especially when someone…dies…I'm able to restart the battle and fix my plans so we don't lose any in the Shepherds…"

"What about Emm?" Robin looked at him. "Why couldn't you save her?" His breath hitched, and he stared at the platinum. "…Why?"

"…You know why Chrom…" The cobalt shook his head; he didn't want to hear it. "No matter what we chose…Lady Emmeryn…she…if we gave the Emblem or not, it all ended the same…I'm sorry…" All three remained silent, uncertain what to do.

"What now then?" Frederick finally spoke, making the other two look up.

"…What do you propose we do?" She looked at the two men. "Do I restart the day again?"

"No!"

"Yes…"

The two men looked at each other, before they returned their attention to Robin, a sad smile on the platinum's face.

"…Sorry Chrom…" The Tactician took the Great Knight's hand.

"B-but!"

"…Honestly…" The platinum gave a weak smile. "I wasn't expecting your proposal at all…I only said yes because I was pressured and I thought this would highlight the point that I had this…power… You're a great friend, but…" Robin looked at the knight. "…I can't lose Frederick." She raised her opposing hand, snapping her fingers. "…I just can't…"

xxx

"...SHIT!"


A/N: Robin messing with the 4th dimension AU?

Sorry, not sorry about Chrom… I think I said this before, but I kind of hate Chrobin…However, I will admit, this was overly mean to him…