AN: And here's the second part!
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I don't own any video games referenced in this fic, which belong to their own respective franchises/companies. And yes, I do see two Disclaimers. Three now, actually.
Third person POV
As Robin wandered through the streets of Ferox, buying supplies for the battle to take place, he was feeling rather nervous. He started thinking back to Marth's exclamation.
"How does he know when the full moon has risen if he stays in the Coliseum?" Robin muttered to himself. "It's not my fault my fingers were covering the 'Prince' part of his name…"
1 Hour Earlier
"Wait. You called PRINCE Marth a woman?" Flavia asked.
"B-b-but my finger was covering the 'Prince' part!" Robin protested.
"I've heard tales of Marth's anger." Basilio ruminated. "Stories saying that he launched great ox-turtle monsters and dark lords clear across battlefields with a swift dash and a hard slash, glowing with rage… rubbish, of course!" he started laughing heartily. "But the Hero-King's power, err, hero-prince's power in this case, is nothing to scoff at."
"Fine, fine, fine!" Robin yelled, exasperated as he got partially berated. "We're here to help, sans Chrom and Frederick, of course. We'll get rid of him, right Shepherds?"
"Uhh…" This was the collective response heard as the Shepherds, even Vaike, had learned of the Hero-King's powers and some, mainly Vaike, had looked to him as a source of inspiration. But Robin is not one to be deterred by simple things as stats!
"Just train guys. I'll be out shopping!" he announced as he ran out.
"Wait! Lemme come with you!" Reflet cried, chasing after him.
"This looks like it'll be interesting!" Lissa shouted, chasing after the chaser.
"And jus' like that, we're all outta royals." Vaike sighed. "But don't worry! The Teach will lead this training session!"
"But I am a Rosannian duke, noblest of nobles, archest of archers!" Virion cried, indignant at the baseless statement that Vaike had made.
"Sure, Ruffles." Vaike said before grabbing Virion by the collar. "And off we go!"
"So the red-haired beauty has you calling me that, too? That is simply marvelous!" Virion sighed sarcastically.
Now
Robin's POV
"Okay. Shopkeeper. Can I buy some Thunders? Let's say, five of them?" I asked, now in my bargaining tactician mode. What can I say? Got to save money to fight the Risen.
"Erm, five?"
"Yeah. For the price of three, if you please."
"No. I don't please."
"How many customers do you get asking to buy weapons?"
"Err, not a whole lot."
"Okay. How about I buy ten for five?"
"Ten for seven!"
"Ten for six?"
"Fine."
"Checkmate."
And with that, we shook hands and I stepped out of the shop. Which is when I saw her. That masked woman… talking with another masked person?
"Hey!" I cried, dropping my tomes and probably startling Lucina. "I need to talk to you!"
She stared at me before dashing as fast as her legs could carry her. "W-wait up! Reflet, Lissa, you carry those tomes and meet me back at the Coliseum!"
"Okay Robin! You go get her!" Reflet cheered as I sped off after the girl.
Dashing through the back alleys of Ferox, I wouldn't let her get away. I'm glad I'm in my tactician's coat. Keeps me warm enough in this wintery climate. And it's breezy enough to stay cool in Ylisse. But enough about the coat, I think I'm closing in! Almost… reached…
BAMF!
"What the hell is a 'BAMF'?" I cried as smoke filled the small corridor.
"I am the silent guardian of Ylisse. The watchful protector. The night. I am not the hero that Ylisse needs, but the one it deserves. I strike fear into the hearts of foes all around. I. AM. THE DARK WYVERN." the young man announced, cape billowing in the wind, mask glimmering even in the dark alleys, mouth positioned into a determined grimace, as he perched at the edge of a high balcony..
"And I am the protector of buttercups, the defender of love, the Ardent Azur!" another person announced, and I turned around in response to that voice. Another masked person! This time, one with a mercenary outfit, sorta like Reflet's. "We are here to stop you from reaching the bea-"
"Shut up, In-Azur!" the other person yelled, cutting him off. "Just attack!"
Which is when he, true to his word, suddenly attacked, jumping down on me with his cape still billowing in the wind. Even though it's not that windy. "Gah! Get offa me!"
"Never! You should never mess with fate! We are all resigned to it!" he lunged at me, which I dodged, but he was still on my back!
"Ge-Dark Wyvern!" 'Azur' cried. "I shall help!" He pulled out a Silver Sword-whoa. That's pretty rare. Only Frederick has a Silver Weapon. This might be tough. Unless…
"Hey Azur!" I yelled, starting to spin. "Catch!"
"W-what are you doi-ARGH!" The wyvern guy lost his grip, I grabbed him, then I threw him at his partner.
"Rgh! This'll teach ya!" I pulled out two tomes, one Thunder and one Fire, ready to attack! Attacking in a small, confined alleyway. Suicidal? Hah! Hardly. Maybe. Just a bit.
"Thunder-Fire Combination Blast!"
Reflet POV
"C'mon, Reflet, we should chase after Robin!" Lissa cried, bounding with energy. How she manages to stay chipper and warm, I don't know. Probably from all of that bouncing she does. How does she do it, with her gigantic metal frame on her dress? The mysteries of-
KRAKA-FOOM!
"… did that come from Robin's direction?" I asked, slowly turning towards Lissa.
"Uhh… I think so?" she replied looking at me with a look of worry.
"Should we go after him?"
"Yeah… I think we should."
And then we started running. So while we're running, I think I'll just talk to all of you guys out there. How's life? Mine's amazingly horrible and horribly amazing! I'm stuck in the freakin' world of Fire Emblem, where I could die or get severely injured. It's great! Fine!
"Thanks a lot, Author!" Crap. Was that out loud?
"Who's that 'Arthur' guy?" Lissa asked me, still clutching her tomes while running. "Is he the one that made the blast? Are you psychic?"
"Oh! Um… err… look, it's Robin!" I cried, thankful that Robin was conveniently lying peacefully in the alleyway. Peacefully twitching, that is. "Hey! Are you okay?"
"Robin!" Lissa bent over, dropping her tomes and grabbing her staff… which couldn't possibly be anywhere on her person… I won't question it, nor do I want to find out where it came from. "I'll heal you right away!"
"Damn… they got away…" he grunted. "Those masked warriors… I'll find them, no matter what it takes!"
"Wait. Masked warriors? With an 'S'?" I thought. Dang. We haven't met Cherche yet and Gerome's already here? Stupid timelines.
"Well, of course 'masked warriors' has an 'S' in it, silly!" Lissa laughed. "Without it, it would just be 'maked warriors'!"
Oh Lissa. If only you knew.
Third person POV
Oh, if only those three knew. Gerome (and Inigo, which our poor, friendly, neighborhood OC didn't know) had just barely escaped Robin's blast, feeling the effect in their legs. At the top of a building of the alleyways, Gerome stood, looking over the three.
"Alright! We should head back to the others!" Lissa announced before dashing off, being followed by Robin.
"Why does this seem familiar?" Reflet asked before joining in the chase.
"It seems that you two are no match for Robin's tactical grace, even at the level he's at right now." a figure behind them chuckled. "This is why I always handle the important things."
"Sh-shut up, Lucina." Gerome stuttered. "OUR Robin wasn't as crazy as this one. Pulling out two tomes at once. No matter what he does, he's still resigned to his fate."
"Geroooome… my legs hurt. O-ouch…" Inigo whined. "Why'd you use me as a body shield? I'm hurt that you'd use your friends like that."
"You aren't my friends… I'm only here for Minervy-kins." he turned, starting to walk off of the roof.
"And what about these fashionable masks?" Lucina smirked. "You contributed these to our effort."
Gerome stopped, slowly turning around to face Lucina. "Th-that was just so we wouldn't change what was written into our future!" he exclaimed, blushing slightly.
"And how about this Marth?" Lucina asked. "He was never mentioned by any of our parents. Albeit, they might have been embarrassed by their loss, but we must still help them!"
"… fine. But if we lose, then that's what fate has dealt us."
"Yes!" Inigo exclaimed. "I knew you'd pull thr-CRAP MY LEGS!" Inigo exclaimed as he fell, face-first, onto the ground beneath him.
It was Gerome's turn to silently laugh this time.
"By the way." Lucina wondered. "What was up with your nicknames? The 'Dark Wyvern' and the 'Ardent Azur'?"
"Oh man, not this again." And Gerome was back to his old perturbed self.
Still Third person POV
The stadium is packed! So many cheering competitors! The pressure from all of these people mustn't weigh on me! thought Robin. I must remain tactically sound.
"Marry me, Marth!"
"Crush his guts, Marth!"
"Be my waifu, Marth!"
"It seems as if most of the shouting from the crowd is just marital requests. And from mostly guys, too…" Reflet sighed. "At least those guys are safe in the rafters. We're going to be the ones he takes his anger out on!"
Robin had called up all of the Shepherds to bear arms, and accompanying them were Lon'qu, who was still on Basilio's side, and Lucina, Inigo, and Gerome, also on Basilio's side. They would need all the people they had if they were going to fight Marth.
"Hey, Luci." the "Ardent Azur" whispered. "Y'think those guys are asking you out? YOur secret identity ruined?"
"No." Lucina grumbled. "The rose petals falling around Marth's feet are the evidence of that."
"What's the matter, Lucina?" the "Dark Wyvern", who was without Minerva for fear of having her get hurt by Marth, asked. "Jealous?"
"N-no…" Lucina blushed. "I wouldn't want my identity to be revealed…"
"Alright, I know we kinda got off on a bad start." Robin, who was in front of them, started. "But could we stop with the whispering? Gives me a bad impression of you guys. Can't we start on a new leaf?"
"Hmph." Gerome grunted. "If that's how you think of us, then it's not as if we can change that."
"Err, what's his deal?" Robin asked Lucina.
"Don't mind him." Lucina smiled, offering her hand. "Pleasure to meet you. Just call me 'Marth'."
"Like that guy over there?" Robin pointed.
"If we are done talking, I would like to begin the fight." the real Marth stated, loud and resolute. "You may make the first move."
"Alrighty, then!" Robin announced. "Lissa, you stay in the back, because you're our only healer, and without you, we'd be sorta screwed! Everyone else, CHARGE!"
"And this is the 'tactical grace' you think so highly of?" Gerome sighed. "We might as well have had Chrom lead."
"Don't worry." Lucina grimaced. "We'll be fine."
They were most definitely NOT fine. Marth had deserved the title of Hero-King, as even in his princely days, he packed quite a punch, err, sword, that is. He did not kill anybody technically, but he DID cause them to become incapacitated enough so that they would be out of the battle permanently. First dispatching the mages, he worked his way through most of the fighters, leaving only Robin, Lucina, Inigo, and Gerome. They had fought hard, lasting until the wee hours of the morning, when the sun was just starting to peek over the horizon.
"My tactician's instinct is telling me that something is very, very wrong. I wish I could place what it was, though." Robin groaned.
"Maybe it's the fact that there are only FOUR. PEOPLE. LEFT." Gerome sighed, looking rather exasperated. "Let me handle him."
"And I shall fight as well!" Inigo cried, looking rather terrified for someone who yelled something that heroically foolhardy.
"Wait, no!" Robin reached out to try to grab them, but it was too late.
Inigo and Gerome dashed forwards, a look of determination set on one's face, and a look of panic on the other's. "For keeping our fates the same!" "For buttercups everywhere!" If being valiant was equal to the amount of power one held, Gerome and Inigo could have felled a Titan. Unfortunately, Marth being Marth, was equally as valiant as them, more pissed off at the insult on his gender than them, and could probably fell two Titans with his strength alone.
"Fall back, Azur and the Wyvern!" Robin yelled. "You're injured!"
But before they could retreat Marth turned his sword and jabbed both of them with his sword hilt, causing them to simultaneously fly across the arena to the gates and be knocked unconscious. Indeed, his skill was almost game-breaking!
"Damn!" Robin cried, kneeling over. "Something is hurting me on the inside, and I just can't figure out what it is!"
"How nice." Lucina observed. "You care for your partners that had attacked you earlier? You are a kind soul."
But before Robin could object, he was thrown across the field by a blue blur. No, not that hedgehog, the other one: Marth! He collided into the wall, feeling rather dazed.
"Robin!" Lucina cried out.
"Pay attention to the battle!" Marth announced as he dashed towards Lucina next. They traded blow after blow, neither side faltering from the other's offensive. As they fought Marth noticed something rather plot pertinent.
"Tell me! Where did you get that blade!" he yelled, suspicious at the fact that her sword could be matched by his. "And who taught you to fight like that?"
"My father!" the other 'Marth' cried before rushing the real Marth to attack once more.
Now, Robin may have been dazed, but he overheard everything.
Wait… her father? The blue hair, the same sword as Chrom, the same fighting style, her knowledge of my name even though I don't remember telling her that. She… she must be… Chrom's sister from an alternate dimension! It's certainly strange, but nothing else would be as logical as that. What else would explain her getting the Falchion like Chrom did? She must have inherited the Falchion in her universe instead of Chrom!
"All of my tactician instincts. They burn with pain… but I oddly feel satisfied at the same time." Robin sighed. "Must be the relief at finding out what her secret is. But for now, I should join her in battle!" he firmly stated before jumping back into the fray to help who he thought was Chrom's sister from another world.
Third person POV
"So, your highliness." Donnel stated. "We've been ridin' for 'bout two hours now. When're we gonna git to these 'Shepherds' you talk about?"
"Donnel, just call me by my real name." Chrom said, looking a bit peeved. "We should get there in one d-wait. Frederick!"
"Yes, milord?" Frederick readily replied. "What would you like?"
"Do you see that person over there?" Chrom squinted, pointing at a figure that had a clearly defined head of red hair.
"Oh. You mean that merchant?"
"Yes! She might have a Rift Door we could buy to get home fast!"
"And why didn't you use this money for Donnel's village?" Frederick eyed Chrom suspiciously, that is, the best eyeing he could do with his head facing forwards and running straight for an Anna.
"Crap! I just remembered! Sorry, Donnel."
"Aw shoot. Tweren't nothin' my village couldn't handle. They probably forgive ya already!"
"Really, Donnel?" Chrom questioned.
"Err, maybe we should give them some time." Donnel awkwardly chuckled. "Like, two years or sumthin' like that."
"Okay, then." Chrom blushed with slight shame. "Well, we're getting closer to that merchant. Hey, there, got any Rift Doors for a wandering prince?!"
"Hm?" Anna wondered, turning around. She was met with the sight of Frederick's horse directly in front of her face. Not the strangest thing she'd seen in her travels. "Uhh, hi. Lemme check my bag for one."
"Oh, please hurry up!" Chrom half-begged, half-asked. "We need to get to the Colosseum as soon as possible!"
"As soon as possible, you say?" Anna asked, a sly look on her face. "Well, I don't normally sell these things, but for you, I'll make a deal. 1000 Gold!"
"Oh, fine, here!" Chrom threw one of his two emergency money pouches at Anna, which she accurately caught. "Now, please teleport us! I can feel my Chrom-senses burning with danger! My friends might be in mortal peril!"
"Yeesh, calm down prince." Anna muttered. "Now. Here you go!"
She threw the Rift Door at Frederick's horse, three figures atop it, and watched as they disappeared in a flash. She continued walking, saying to herself, "Won't they be surprised as to where they end up. Hope they don't get mad at me." She chuckled to herself.
Robin's POV
Alright! We're still lasting against Marth! But both Lucina and I seem ready to drop dead. Don't have much stamina left. Gotta last until Chrom comes back. In another day…
"Damnit, Chrom!" I grunted, swords clashing against Marth. He's already made me go through most of my funds because all of my damn swords keep breaking! "Where the hell are you?"
And just like that, my call was answered in an insane burst of light. A gigantic hole in the roof of the Coliseum, light poured through the opening, reflecting off of Marth's sword and blinding his eyes. And through the hole came Frederick's horse and its owner, lance-first, diving into the battle with Chrom and… a guy wearing a pot on his head? Well, either way, the help is appreciated.
"We're here to help, Robin!" Chrom announced, a heavenly light surrounding him as one had surrounded Lady Emmeryn. Maybe it runs in the family? "Let's go!" And that is when he launched himself off of Frederick's horse. Wait, he's really glowing? It's not just the sun?
"SOL!" Chrom cried plunging his blade into Marth, which probably caught all of us by surprise, considering that me and the girl were about 5 inches away from that blade. "Followed by LUNA!"
"Wow, Chrom." I said, rather impressed. I'd only just found about Master Seals while reading and buying stuff, but he might have rushed into his Great Lord position. "You're a lifesaver!"
"And here's the final blow!" and that was the fake Marth, piercing the real Marth's heart.
"…" Marth closed his eyes in resignation. "You have proven your strength against me… I concede this time…" And just like that, he faded away.
"Wow… that was great guys…" I sighed. "G-good job… now, I think I'll just go to sleep now… on this nice soft ground…"
AN: Wow. This chapter is the longest I've made so far. Enjoy, guys. I'm not posting again until May, so this is your gift from me. Crappy gifts are still gifts. See you later!