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AN: Still fighting for my original schedule everyone, I won't stop till I achieve that every two-week post! (Barely keeping up with the little amount of free-time that I have left, but sacrificing everything for this story as of late)

Chapter 10: The Bird And The Lost Princess.

Location: Windmill Town – Eastern Palace.

Only the Shepherds walked on the uphill road, all of them being less talkative than usual. Emmeryn had left that morning, only the Fire Emblem – scared treasure of Ylisse – remained with them, a gift that the Exalt handed over to Chrom; his to protect and safeguard from now on.

Robin walked at the back of the group once again, not only because of the weights for his daily training but to reflect on what he has done. The tactician had to detach himself from his feelings and emotions; to the point of slightly encouraging the Exalt to leave the protection of the Shepherds and head straight to Ylisstol, where she would face off Gangrel's army.

Robin also didn't sleep well that night, memories of Emmeryn falling from the highest point in Plegia ate away at his sanity slowly. "She gets captured.., but why do I have the feeling like this is the right decision." His eyes glanced at the cloudy sky; searching for any type of answer.

Before he could drown in doubt any further, the glimmering shine of someone wearing silver armor blinded his eyes. "Robin," Frederick had approached him while riding his armored steed. "Time to take off your training gear."

"Ah good, I forgot I was wearing them, to be honest," After Frederick handed over the keys, Robin was quick to bend over and take them off.

"That's good news, it means you're improving greatly." He said while Robin stored the weights in the horse's many pouches.

Robin let out a sigh. "I somehow doubt that... I was just busy thinking, and now that I'm grounded once more, I can feel how painfully sore I am with every step."

Frederick chuckled lightly, something that was considered rare. "The air around here will do you good, tactician."

Now that the Stalwart-Knight mentioned it, Robin took in his surroundings. "Windmills are everywhere on these hills, and I noticed how the land is infested with trees and fields of grain."

"Indeed," Frederick took in a deep breath of rich fresh air. "The game around here is also high, ranging from bears to rabbits and deer.., even wolves." He said the last animal with uneasy eyes.

Robin didn't want to intrude, so he let the odd gesture slide. "Seems like you know a lot about this place,"

"Naturally; this is my hometown after all."

Robin's eyes widen in understanding. "Huh, that would make sense. They train knights here, correct?"

Frederick nodded, a bit of pride swelling inside of him. "My household has served the royal family for many generations, all of them have trained with honor in these lands before doing so."

"So that is the reasoning behind your hardworking mentality..." Robin muttered to himself. "Mind if you show me some of these training regimens when we arrive? I overheard that we were staying here for the rest of the day in order to restock on supply."

Almost instantly, Frederick glanced at him with a surprised look – only to be washed down by a joyful smile. "Of course, Robin! You shall witness the glory and pride of this fair land, countless generations working together in perfecting the art of the knights-"

Frederick went on and on about how proud he was about his homeland, Robin couldn't help but smile; walking alongside the now emotionally driven knight in silence. The tactician was doing his wary friend a favor, keeping his mind free of the impending doom, and even if Robin didn't want to admit it, he was also keeping his own mind distracted from the ill memories he has gained as of late.

...

Once the Shepherds arrived into the main plaza of the town, many people that lived there had gathered up to greet them with open arms. Most of them circling Frederick, who was known around these parts as their greatest Knight this generation.

Some of the members had separated from the main group; most of them seeking the residential area that Chrom promised they would be sleeping in for tonight. While others made sure the convoys would be ready to go, namely Cordelia, Miriel, and Robin.

"Robin," Cordelia had just finished moving a box. "Mind counting how many vulneraries we have left."

The tactician did what he was ordered, opening the lid of a secured box that revealed the medicine in question. "A dozen left," He responded.

Miriel took note of this. "Another handful should be enough, considering my calculations on how many members we have."

"Hmm, I wonder how many of them Vaike will need." Robin pondered while holding his chin, a smirk appearing on his face.

"Four," Miriel responded in a monotone voice, causing Robin to chuckle.

Cordelia didn't catch the joke, most likely due to lack of knowledge as to who this Vaike person was. "That many for a single member?"

Miriel let out a loud sigh, rivaling that of even Cordelia's lovestruck ones. "Vaike has the tendency to charge in head first into danger, always going above his limits in order to avoid looking weaker than his peers."

Robin nodded in agreement. "Vaike is a great fighter though, he just tends to get carried away."

"Ah I see," Cordelia continued. "It seems everyone is aware of this, and I imagine, will help protect him on the field."

"Correct!" Robin gave his trademark smile. "Moving as a single unit is what makes the Shepherds a strong group, so complimenting each other weaknesses and strengths is also important, something that I have been picking up on and trying my best to exploit as of late."

Before Cordelia could respond, Miriel spoke up while adjusting her glasses. "Word of advice, Robin; start commanding the troops more."

"Pardon?" Robin raised an eyebrow.

"You tend to use, Chrom, as your voice more often than not, getting us used to your own voice of command will be needed sooner or later."

Needless to say, Robin was slightly taken back from the advice. "That's true.., I just haven't had the moment to risk any hesitation among our ranks." He remembered what Sumia had said about his potential religion. 'There is also that. If I want them to follow my orders just like they do with Chrom's, I need to clear up that misunderstanding.'

"Well, I for one believe in Robin." Cordelia defended the tactician.

Miriel also gave a short nod of agreement. "If considering the recent events, you have proven your worth to me as well."

"I appreciate it, you two," Robin couldn't help but smile brightly. "And I'll take that advice to heart, Miriel."

The mage nodded and adjusted her glasses once more. "If you'll excuse me, I have matters to tend elsewhere." She left the convoy without another word.

"Commanding the troops more, eh?" Robin repeated the mage's words, leaning against a tall pillar of wooden boxes while holding his chin in deep thought.

"Do you not order them around? I thought that you did, given your role as the tactician and all that." Cordelia moved a bit closer towards him, opting to cross her arms and listen to what he had in mind.

"I mostly set commands on paper and tell Chrom when to move the others, naturally, everyone will trust their prince a lot more, so I guess I need to step up my game a bit in case Chrom isn't there to give out said orders."

"I see," Cordelia glanced outside – noticing a fair number of people walking by – before turning back and giving Robin a warm smile. "Before I forget, I must thank you for what you said yesterday. Sumia and I are on much better terms now, and I feel as if a large weight has been lifted from my shoulders."

Robin rubbed the back of his head modestly. "Oh come on now, I only said what was needed to be said."

"Yes, but what I have learned is that speaking out takes courage; something that you have." Cordelia held out a hand for him to shake, which he took. "For what it's worth, know that any orders you have, I'll follow without any doubts."

They let go after she said that. "Thank you, Cordelia, it is worth a great deal."

A mutual exchange of acceptance was shared between the two, forming a small bridge of friendship that will stand strong for years to come. Before the two could utter another word, the sound of armor clanking interrupted the duo; Frederick entered the convoy and greeted them both.

"Robin, are you still up for the training regimens you had requested?"

The tactician took a step forward and nodded. "Ready to go." He clenched a fist and raised it up slightly, demonstrating his eagerness to learn.

Location: Windmill Town, Training Grounds.

Frederick and Robin walked over to a nearby training field, it was located near the center of the village and had many trees around it with benches underneath their shade, only the sparring ground itself was basked in sunlight.

The much-needed shade was used for spectators; since it was a norm for the villagers to watch their knights train in the public eye, their constant cheering and voices would force the individuals on the field to adapt to the noise and be able to focus during a battle a lot better over time.

Of course, this time was no exception, many of the local residents were present, eager to see their paragon Knight fight and train one of the Shepherds.

After said Stalwart-Knight armed the tactician with a wooden spear, they positioned themselves at opposite ends of the training ground. "Whenever you're ready, Robin!" Frederick shouted from afar, standing tall with his own practice weapon at his side.

Robin tightens the grip on his spear. He wasn't comfortable with the weapon just yet, but it did peek his interest; adding another weapon to his arsenal would prove to be very useful.

"Very well..," Robin focused on the field, it was flat and covered with a layer of gravel. "Here I go!"

Frederick didn't move a muscle as he watched the white-haired tactician dash towards him, the crowd cheered as the battle had commenced, many of them already picking Frederick's side.

Upon reaching striking distance, Robin thrust forward and attempted to force the Great-Knight to move, however, Frederick parried the blow effortlessly. Robin on the other hand, instead of losing his balance, used the momentum in his favor; spinning in place and forcing Frederick to block the horizontal strike.

"Good!" Frederick pushed the tactician back with ease due to the terrain; striking forward and forcing him to retreat. "Maintaining the offensive is key when it comes to the spear!"

Robin grits his teeth and pushed his boundaries, planting his right foot on the ground as he parried Frederick's weapon aside; changing the melody of battle with his own hands as he countered.
Frederick narrowed his eyes and blocked Robin's thrust by pushing the Tactician's weapon upwards with his own, forcing it to barely miss Frederick's shoulder and allowing the Knight to land a direct blow on Robin's chest.

"Point to me," Frederick announced with a small smile.

The crowd cheered as the two fighters prepared for round two, from afar, Cordelia watched with curious eyes while sitting on a nearby bench. Occasionally she would learn a thing or two from Frederick's movement and instructions that he gave out to Robin, the pegasus knight was distracted enough to not notice a close friend approaching her.

"Hiya Cordelia," Sumia greeted casually while sitting down next to her.

"Ah, Sumia," Cordelia faced her friend and gave the brunette a welcoming smile. "Done with your own routines?"

"Yup! I imagine you're also done, given how you're observing them," Sumia gestured with her eyes, wincing slightly as Robin fell straight on his back due to Frederick's counter, the villagers cheering the victor's name.

Cordelia simply raised an eyebrow at the display. "Robin decided to pick up the lance, even when his skill with the sword is outstanding."

"He did show some interest in the weapon beforehand," Sumia's eyes widen in realization after saying that. "Actually, I remember him being fascinated by it when we fought each other in a friendly sparring match."

"Really?"

"Mhm! Before we left to Themis, we trained, and he easily bested me with the blade..." Sumia pondered for a bit, enough for a cold breeze to sway their hair. "Something feels different about him, actually.., Robin reminds me of that Marth person we fought."

"Marth, the hero-king..?" Cordelia looked at Sumia with confused eyes.

The brunette told her friend with great detail what had happened to the Shepherds during their journey to Regna Ferox, everything about how they defeated a group of Risens, fighting against the Feroxi guards at the Longfort, all the way to how they fought in the Feroxi Tournament.

Cordelia held her chin and nodded, taking in the information like a sponge. "Someone who fights like Chrom, and even wields a replica of the Falchion... That does sound crazy, but why do you feel as if Robin shares the same aura..?"

Sumia simply shrugged. "The way they both carry themselves I guess. Both of them seem to have this overwhelming presence as if they know the answers to everything there is; for crying out loud they seem super mysterious on top of all that."

"Sumia, I think you're just letting your mind wander too much."

"I'm serious Cordelia!" Sumia stammered out. "How in the world do they have so much combat experience is also beyond me. I barely held my ground against Robin's swordplay, and Marth was able to predict my every move; as if he has fought me countless times before."

"Some people just naturally are talented; try not to dwell on it too much." Cordelia gave her friend a reassuring smile, fully believing that Sumia was simply making up excuses.

To this, Sumia sighed and decided to give up on the matter; redirecting her gaze in time to see Robin lose once more. However, the clumsy Pegasus Knight noticed that Frederick had a bright smile as he trained the tactician.

"Frederick looks happy," Sumia muttered.

Cordelia noticed it as well once it was pointed it out. "Robin approached him for some training lessons, from what I could tell."

"That explains it," Sumia felt her friend's questioning gaze. "No one usually trains with Frederick willingly, let alone anyone decides to learn the spear from him, due to how intense his lessons are."

Cordelia's gaze held both curiosity and admiration towards Robin upon hearing that. "I have never heard of a tactician who trains in the arts of the field, and in the books of tactics."

"Indeed," Sumia tapped the side of her cheek with a finger. "This is the first time Ylisse has had such a talented tactician in a long time.., at least, that's what-" The brunette decided to cut herself off, lest she wanted to harm Cordelia's feelings.

However, Cordelia noticed this and glanced down at her hands that rested on her laps neatly. "Remember what I told you last night, Sumia?"

"Of course..," Sumia's voice barely being above a whisper.

"Know that I tend to keep my word and move on. There's no need to be gentle with me because whatever happens, I want you to be happy – you're like a sister to me – you deserve to have my full support."

Sumia's eyes soften; almost instantly she gave her best friend a warm embrace. "I feel the same way, Cordelia." At first, Cordelia stiffens but ended up returning the gesture, melting in her friend's warm embrace.

Meanwhile, Frederick and Robin fought on the training ground with energy that rivaled that of thunder strikes. The latter of the two had opted to throw away their coat, weaving and ducking underneath Frederick's attacks with great speed, however, Robin was unable to counterattack or get through Frederick's barrage of attacks.

Almost in an instant, Frederick slammed his right foot down and slammed his shoulder on Robin's chest, causing the tactician to stumble back dumbfounded by the sudden move; with a thrust of the Knight's lance, the match was over.

"Matchpoint," Frederick's announcement led to the crowd cheering. "Lose the next one and this is all over."

Robin let out a sigh and wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his hand. "Using the lance is still rather weird to me."

"You'll get used to it," Frederick continued. "But it seems that you have the basics down pretty well – too well in fact."

This caused the tactician to lift an eyebrow. "That didn't sound reassuring... Am I doing something incorrectly?"

"Many things," Frederick pointed at the man's legs. "For example, you tend to move as if wielding a sword, try to relay more on your range instead of being ready to dodge at a moments notice; hold your ground and act like an unmovable fortress."

Robin noted said info, making sure to lock it inside his mental vault as Frederick continued to speak.

"You also may know the basics, but your fighting style in itself, is nowhere that of being unique; as we fought, it felt as if I was fighting the embodiment of an instruction manual brought to life."

"I see..," Robin looked around, just now noticing how many people were observing their match. "In that case, mind sparring with me in the near future?" That will help me adopt a unique fighting style."

Many ongoing spectators had bright smiles on their faces, others were simply cheering and betting between each other, but one particular individual in the crowd caught Robin's observant eyes, it was enough to make the tactician smile.

Robin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking an odd stance by separating his legs wide from each other, knees bent at a ninety-degree angle; positioning his spear across his back diagonally while holding out a palm towards Frederick.

"Oh?" Frederick raised an eyebrow, but decided not to question the tactician's stance, the Knight was rather intrigued with Robin's decision. "This is the final round, Robin; if I win that is."

Suddenly – instead of Robin charging – Frederick was the one to engage without warning; causing the tactician's heart to slightly quiver at the sight of a charging silver-bull.

Frederick positioned his spear forward, he was planning to ram the white-haired Plegian at full speed. "Show me your resolve!" The knight shouted before the distance between them vanished.

Robin steeled himself and took a step forward with his right leg, sending his weapon upfront and blocking Frederick's attack from underneath. At first glance, it would seem that Robin was simply guarding and delaying his inevitable doom, however, that was far from the truth.

"Check," Robin grunted as he took another step forward, his left foot planting itself deep in the gravel after it strides forward.

Frederick's eyes widen as he realized what had happened. 'Robin waited till both my feet were evened out during my charge; stepping forward just in time to force me to stand up straight during the block...'

The tactician took another step forward, pushing his opponents weapon higher and slowly elevating to his full height as Frederick allowed his feet to slide back, lest he wanted to fall and lose.

Robin smiled, his eyes gleaming as victory was in sight. "Time to end this..!" He pushed Frederick one last time, both their spears above their heads, except Robin, was ready to strike as soon as the Great-Knight stumbled back.

Seizing his only opportunity to win, Robin held his spear above his head with both hands, in preparation to thrust it downwards."Checkma-!" Alarms were set off in the tactician's head as he halted.

Silence consumed the field, no one dared speak as the results were in. "I'm afraid this is my win, young Robin." Frederick teased with an all-knowing grin.

Robin blinked and fully registered the spear-tip that was inches away from hitting him between the eyes. Frederick, upon being pushed back, planted the butt-end of the shaft and held his spear tightly with both hands, effectively allowing the Knight to not fall down while still positioning the spearhead offensively.

Letting out a defeated sigh, Robin backed away and lowered his weapon, fully admitting defeat as Frederick regained proper footing. "And here I thought I would at least have a chance of winning once," Robin's words were soon drowned out by the cheers of the local residents.

Frederick smiled softly upon seeing the defeated tactician, whose eyes were downcast. 'Yes, those observant eyes of his, I see why he fights on the battlefield despite his role – his true potential are due to his eyes – being able to register and calculate anything at a single glance, it's a talent with an unspeakable level of rarity.'

The stalwart Knight finally understood how Robin functioned. Frederick couldn't help but feel smaller than usual whenever he was under the tactician's gaze during battle, naturally, he would never admit such a thing to anyone, but Robin's eyes gave off an uncomfortable and overwhelming sensation that ate away at anyone's - including Frederick's - composure.

"Perhaps next time you'll win," Frederick continued after sending a small prayer to Naga, Ylisse was lucky to have Robin on their side, The-Wary-Knight knew at least this much. "What you showed me a few seconds ago has left quite the impression."

Robin smiled and scratched the back of his head. "Hopefully you'll keep teaching me then,"

Suddenly, the overwhelming aura Robin wielded during a battle was gone, Frederick noticed. "Of course, you show great potential; such a thing deserves to be polished and tuned."

Both men shook hands and departed from each other, Robin searched the dispersing crowd – while walking over to his coat – trying to find her once more. However, instead of finding who he was originally searching for, Robin spotted two familiar Pegasus Knights waving him over.

Location: Windmill-town, Training Grounds.

The crowd roared as the sparring match ended, a small smile appeared on Lucina's face as she made sure the large brown coat she wore covered any details of her presence. She already knew Robin managed to spot her, despite her best efforts, but decided it was fine to observe until it was over.

'Best to leave, before he decides to stop me in my tracks,' Lucina made her way through the dispersing crowd. 'I must keep an eye out, these events are unknown to me after all...'

Ever since entering this world, Lucina was forced to take the lives of others, something she was never fond of doing – it pained her so much – no matter the cause of death, noble or out of self-defense. However, she was so used to the sight of life leaving the world, that it didn't bother her in the slightest during a fight to the death; everything was pure instinct at this point.

Emmeryn was supposed to meet her end back at the castle, anything happening from beyond that change of history is completely unknown to the bluenette. Following the Shepherds and protecting them from a distance was her current goal, even if it meant facing off the Plegian soldiers that ambushed them.

Sudden flashes of Plegian soldiers coughing out blood as her sacred blade impaled them invaded her mind. The livid – and recent – images would always haunt her whenever she blinked, it was enough to disrupt her current train of thought.

Exiting her trance, Lucina looked ahead, just noticing how quiet it was. "Seems as if my body unconsciously led me to somewhere secluded." She had managed to wander towards the east-gate of the town and was already exiting the area.

In the distance, beyond the road that was ahead of her, was the castle which Emmeryn was supposed to take shelter in. Soon the Shepherds will ignore said palace and head straight through the north-gate and head towards Regna Ferox.

"Glad I caught up with you," A male voice spoke from behind. "I thought those two would never let me go..."

Lucina didn't bother turning around, she already knew who it was. "The Shepherds, they're departing the next morning, right?"

"Correct," Robin made his way over to the disguised woman, standing next to Lucina while gazing upon the view. "Are you planning to follow us or something?"

"Truth be told, I have no clue what is going to happen next. A major event such as Emmeryn's death being averted is enough to throw history off its original course. Following the Shepherds and keeping Chrom alive is the next big step, while staying with Emmeryn would.., complicate things."

"And by that, you mean not wanting to risk your own life." Robin blunted out, causing Lucina to glance at the man through her mask, the tactician seemed to somehow lock eyes with her despite the accessory.

"... Yes, something akin to that." Lucina finally admitted after breaking eye contact.

The tactician simply shrugged, returning his gaze to the beautiful grassy hills ahead of them. "No need to be ashamed, if you perish, who will be there to help us..." He continued. "Also, didn't you say that it would be impossible to find you during the day?"

"Apologies, I couldn't help but observe your training up close."

Robin's face slightly heats up. "Sorry for such a pathetic performance..."

Lucina didn't respond after he said that, instead, the bluenette seemed to be in a deep trance while wearing a frown.
An awkward silence filled the air, both of them stood there while staring at the horizon. Robin didn't want to say anything, in fear that Lucina will decide it was time to leave, but he felt that speaking up was the right thing to do.

"Hey," Robin finally spoke out after summing up the courage. "Mind sparring for a bit?"

...

The duo had headed out of town, finding a secluded spot underneath the shade of a tree. They were both exchanging gentle strikes as they practiced with their blades – Robin used a simple iron sword, while Lucina wielded Falchion.

"Sometimes I like to train, in order to distract myself," Robin spoke out, parrying a rather slow horizontal strike.

Lucina – who no longer was wearing her brown coat – simply nodded. "If it wasn't for the fact that I feel the same, your request would have come out as rather odd."

This made the tactician chuckle. "Yeah, I guess it would have, huh..." He blocked a vertical strike and continued. "I just sensed something odd about you and felt like I needed to offer a duel."

"Something odd..?"

"Remember when I said I know you?" After being responded with silence, Robin continued. "You seemed to be stressed out immensely – it was easy for me to tell – specifically because of your tone of voice and how easy it was for you to agree to come here."

This made Lucina halt in her tracks, letting her striking arm fall to her side. Robin mimicked her actions but was also afraid that he had crossed the line once more.

"... Aren't you the observant one," She finally muttered while glancing at the ground. "Tell me, Robin, just how much do you know about me."

What the masked swordswoman didn't know, was that Robin was merely bluffing, he only remembered a few traits and everything else was gut feelings. "I know for a fact that you enjoy shouldering burdens and stubbornly refusing any helping hands along the way, just like someone else I know."

At the mention of being like Chrom, Lucina took a step back and glanced outwards towards the field. "Not a pleasant thing to be remembered by you know."

"If you were in my shoes, you would have probably said the same thing about me – I understand how hard it is to give up – especially since trusting others with my work is nearly impossible for me."

For a few seconds, only the sound of the gentle breeze moving the leaves above their heads could be heard. Lucina reflected on something, or rather, debated on whether she would open up to Robin or not.

In the end, she let out a tired sigh and decided to allow her mouth run loose for now. "The future that has yet to come, I'm not sure if you remember it or not, but it's a dark one; dead is the most common word, while alive is the rarest,"

The tactician didn't interrupt her, but a few memories did start brewing in his head. 'Why is it so easy to picture..?' He thought to himself while Lucina kept speaking.

"The sky no longer held any color due to being covered in dark clouds, night and day were almost impossible to tell apart from one another, only the slight change of temperature guided us." She glanced at the precious blue sky. "Even the wildlife had completely gone extinct – and humanity had to rely on what little plants and precious clean water that was left."

Such things would explain Lucina's current malnutrition, although, it was starting to disappear; given how Lucina's skin had a pinkish tone to it now and looked much healthier in general.

"Sounds like a nightmare," Robin muttered out with sadden eyes, a strong feeling of guilt was starting to overwhelm him.

"Hell on earth is the only possible way to describe it; there was nowhere safe in the world, and the remnants of humanity could only protect the last secluded area in vain... The armada of Risens that never ceased to stop was simply too much." Lucina shifted her feet and turned, walking towards the tree and touching it with her slender fingers.

"The fell-dragon, Grima... It caused all of that, didn't it?" Robin spoke out while staring at his sleeves, feeling rather ashamed of wearing his coat in front of the time traveler.

"You remembered..," Lucina continued. "Yes, you're correct."

"Lucina, if you don't mind telling me, what resurrected the dragon in the first place?"

Lucina turned away from the tree and stared at the tactician. "Many factors, the main issue was losing the Fire Emblem during the first war, Plegia had managed to steal and hide it for many years to come after that. Chrom was soon injured during the war with Valm, which further hindered the Shepherds when they discovered where the Fire Emblem has been held."

"The Dragon's table..." Robin's eyes harden after saying that, many dark memories clouded in a haze, invaded his mind rather painfully, a pain he had learned to ignore for now.

"Yes... No one knows what happened after that, for none of the Shepherds who went on that mission returned. So I'm afraid that even I don't know how Chrom and his entire squadron perished, but it was the same day Grima returned to the world with all his might."

The tactician couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that held his heart with a tight grip, but he knew what must be done. "Lucina, know that I will prevent that future from becoming a reality; Grima won't be resurrected and neither will the Shepherds die, I promise it"

She didn't respond after hearing that, rather, Lucina stared at her own two feet for what seemed like together. "Promises..." She suddenly muttered out.

"Pardon?"

"I no longer believe in promises," Despite her mask, Robin could sense a large amount of pain in her eyes.

"Your right," Robin responded with a determined smile. "It won't be a promise. I'll make sure it's the only possible outcome, a world filled with peace and that's liberated from the dragon's grip, that will be the only fate suited for this world."

Upon hearing this, Lucina looked up and stared into Robin's amber eyes, they were filled with confidence and a pinch of pride. "You're exactly like the Robin people described back in my world..."

This made the white-haired tactician tilt his head in curiosity. "I wonder what they said about me..." But Lucina wouldn't answer that question anytime soon.

'How kindhearted you were.., how life was precious to you, all of that alongside Chrom's achievements and the Shepherds who bravely fought alongside you both, it encouraged everyone to keep fighting till the very end...'

The Princess of a lost world had finally come to terms with leaning on someone else, Lucina's trust was in Robin's hands just like the many lives that fought under his command.

AN: I wish it was longer, but I felt as if this would be a very good place to end it for now. A few things have changed in Lucina's future, I hope you guys catch it! (No I didn't forget certain elements or anything, I actually do a ton of research and everything is there on purpose, haha)

Robin's interest in the lance.., hmm, I rather not spoil it for now.

Certain elements of the game will be changed, for example, maybe a few have noticed it by now but the spell Thunder was able to counter Elfire, despite the latter of the two being superior, rank and strength wise. In other words, the triangle advantage will apply to magic in this story as well.
Next chapter will most likely be longer, I might squeeze the actual in-game chapter next, or if you guys want; a filler chapter can be made instead and further increase supports and character interactions, again, either one is fine by me and you guys have the liberty to pick if you wish.