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Chapter 12: Robin's Stand

Reina gently placed a cup of ice cold water on the nightstand next to bed, where Robin sat still horrified from that vision. She tried again and again, but it wouldn't disappear from her mind. Chrom...lying on the floor dead. Grima...returning.

"N-No!" Robin groaned, holding her head. Reina jolted back a bit. However, she stared at Robin. This woman had a life...friends...family. She hadn't done anything wrong to deserve this. All this woman had ever done was being born with the heart of the Fell Dragon. But she had never asked for that. It was a cruel fate. Reina's eyes saddened more as she turned her gaze to the small tiara of Lucina. This woman was a mother, and because of the one Reina served, this mother would probably never see her children again. Reina placed her hand on her heart. Watching this suffering was becoming more unbearable each second. She couldn't take it anymore. Something had to be done.

Reina stepped toward Robin once more, "Milady?"

Robin looked up at Reina, but didn't say a word.

"Maybe...a book will help calm you?" Reina asked. Robin hesitated, but then slowly nodded. Reina smiled and bowed. She walked out of the room. When she closed the wooden door, Robin heard a tiny click from the key used to lock the door.

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"It will be such a sight!" Excellus snickered as he sat on next to a Grimleal Knight who was driving the wooden carriage. Excellus turned to the small barred window behind him on the carriage. Through it, he could see Chrom sitting inside, glaring at him. Excellus grinned more and continued, "And just imagine the expression on your precious wife's face! Ha!"

Chrom glared more. He finally spoke, "Your plan will not succeed."

Excellus laughed hysterically. After his laugh died down, he replied, "Oh Princey, it already is. As we speak, Rufure is slowly breaking little Robin. After all, your son has no hope of being cured, and your daughter is ours now."

Chrom's eyes widened as he growled, "What did you do to Lucina?!"

"Let's just say, she's embraced her mother's blood as well..."

Chrom clenched his fists.

"And for the grand finale, you being executed right in front of her!" Excellus gloated, "That'll forever crush her delicate heart! And the Fell Dragon will consume her..."

Chrom was silent for a moment, but then explained, "Robin is much stronger than you think. Even if I were to die, even if both Lucina and Morgan were gone, Robin will always keep fighting!"

Excellus rolled his eyes, "Oh really Lord Poetry? Why's that?"

"...Because she knows that not even death can break our bonds. She knows that no matter what happens to us, we'll always be with her."

Excellus chuckled and turned away from Chrom as if he were a small child talking nonsense. Chrom sighed. He turned his gaze to the small barred window. Through it, he saw a small patch of the bright blue sky. Up in that sky was a dark Pegasus and a magenta dragon, flying side by side. Chrom stared at the wooden floor of the carriage.

"Robin...stay strong."

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Reina returned a few moments later carrying a small book in her hands. She smiled and handed it to Robin, who took it slowly.

"T-Thank you," Robin stuttered. She placed it on her lap. It had a brown cover and light white pages could be seen. She looked back up at Reina who was still smiling gently. It seemed...odd to Robin. For the past few days Reina had only spoken a few words to her.

"Well then, I shall take my leave." Reina finally said as she walked out of the room and closed the wooden door behind her.

Robin tossed the book to the side. This was no time for reading. She had to escape, Chrom needed her. Now the first issue was the door. Reina locked it every time she left-

Wait a moment. Something was a miss. The way Reina had left was different than the other times. But what was it? She walked out and locked it...

Wait...

"There wasn't a click..." Robin said aloud. Her attention then grew to the book. Robin slowly picked it up from the floor. She flipped the book over to the cover. Her eyes widened.

On the cover, was a lightning strike. This wasn't a book. It was a tome. Robin sat frozen. She gazed back to the door. Was it her imagination? Did Reina...

Robin shook her head. This was no time to think about it. No matter what the cause, Reina had allowed her to escape. Robin had to seize the chance. She turned to the nightstand and took Lucina's tiara. Grabbing the tome as well, Robin walked over to the door. With a trembling hand, she grabbed the doorknob. She turned it slowly and pushed the door open, revealing a hallway made of a grey marble floor and dark yellow walls.

She held Lucina's tiara close to her as she whispered, "Lucina...lend me strength." Robin placed it in her coat pocket and pulled up her hood. After a deep breath, Robin took off, racing through the hall. Her feet carried throughout the halls, turning left and right through the different corridors.

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Lucina's words echoed...

"In the future, you were taken."

Morgan raced through the halls of Ylisstol Palace. Or rather, the halls that weren't filled with walking corpses. All the candles were blown out, not a single soul was in sight. Even so, he could still hear the grunts and cries of their soldiers as their lances, axes, and swords clashed. The Risen had finally reached his home. It had only been a few hours ago, and already so much destruction took place. However if the castle had already been this damaged, who could imagine what took place in the town-

Morgan stopped running and turned to a window covered by a light green curtain. He grabbed it with both of his hands and threw it to the side. However, he immediately regretted doing so, for the sight outside was most gruesome. The entire capital below was on fire. Morgan could barely see any survivors running for their lives. More screams echoed in the hallway.

"Gods help us!"

"What are you- agh!"

"Why have you forsaken us?!"

A horrible chill ran down his spine. These horrible cries...these were the soldiers...the citizens...his people. Morgan pulled out his silver sword and starting toward the throne room.

However a familiar voice called out to him, "Morgan!" Morgan turned to see Nah racing toward him, her expression full of concern. He stopped and waited for her to catch up.

"Nah what are you doing here?!" Morgan asked alarmed, "You're supposed to be with Cynthia and the other Pegasus Knights!"

Nah looked away as she closed her eyes and whispered, "They've...fallen. Every single one except Cynthia. I told her to gather the others and meet at the South courtyard so we can escape-"

"We can't give up!" Morgan interrupted. "We can still save Ylisstol, all we have to do is-"

"Ylisstol is in flames, you idiot!" Nah angrily snapped back. She marched over to the window and pointed to the horrific sight. "Already down there are millions of people dead!" Morgan was silent and lowered his head.

"But..."

Nah sighed, "I'm sorry Morgan. I can't imagine how painful it must be to watch your kingdom suffer. But if we lose both you and Lucina, we'll have no chance of defeating Grima."

Morgan clenched his fists, but nodded, "Go get the Fire Emblem. I'll get Lucina. We'll meet you there." Nah nodded and ran off. Morgan ran in the direction of the throne room.

As he approached the large doors leading to the throne room, the screams grew louder and louder. However through the screams his sister's voice spoke strong.

"We can't let these things win. Now grab a sword, and fight!"

Morgan sighed, he agreed with her completely, another kingdom fallen only meant Grima was winning. However, Nah was right. There was no other hope than for them to leave. Morgan was just about to reach for the handle when-

CRASH!

The stone walls next to the doors flew forward as the screams were at their loudest. A cloud of stone, dust, banners, and even Risen rushed forward. It was blinding, everything became even more dark. Morgan shielded his eyes, he felt his silver sword slip from his hand. Morgan staggered forward as he called, "Lucina! Lucina!" However the force became too much and Morgan was sent backwards. He felt his back smash against a wall.

The screams...went silent. Not even Risen could be heard. Morgan groaned with pain as he struggled to stand. Sound began to come back to him, for he heard a frightening voice growl, "Your mother and father...are dead, tiny one."

Morgan wiped the dust off and opened his eyes. He could've fainted at the sight. The ceiling...and half of the throne room was gone. Towering above, was the enormous Fell Dragon. Its many wings were spread open, its eyes were glowing blood red, and it's mouth filled with razor sharp teeth open. Morgan let out a small gasp. He froze with terror. His gaze drifted down from the dragon. Standing in front of it, was Lucina clutching Falchion tightly. However her hands trembled as she pointed Falchion to Grima. Morgan could see Lucina was trying her best to hide the fear. After all, who wouldn't be scared?

"And now it is your turn..." The Fell Dragon taunted as its head rose up, "...TO DIE!" The Fell Dragon lunged toward Lucina, who gave out a might shout. Morgan raced toward her.

"LUCINA!" He tackled her out of the way before she could even see him. The two rolled to the side and sat up. He shouted angrily, "Are you mad?! That...thing... could've killed you! What were you thinking?!"

Lucina panted as she stuttered, "M-Morgan?!"

"Listen to me," Morgan said as he placed his hands on his sister's shoulders, "We have to get out of here!"

"But-"

Grima snickered, "Well, well, who is this?" Morgan froze, but shakily turned toward the Fell Dragon. The multiple red eyes stared straight at Morgan. Lucina shook her head and stepped in front of him.

Lucina shouted, "Your fight is with me! Leave him be!"

Grima continued, "The blood...flows strong. Just like your precious Mother...yet also has the blood of Naga. Yes...you could prove to be much useful, boy."

Morgan didn't move. He breathed heavily as his eyes widened, "M-Mother's...blood?" Lucina also seemed fazed by this, yet kept her stance.

"Morgan run!" She shouted. Morgan still didn't move. Thoughts were buzzing in his head. Lucina turned to him with a worried expression, "RUN!"

"Useful in deed. Come boy, let us embrace your blood. Your mother's blood. My blood."

"Morgan get out of here!" Lucina pleaded. "Morgan? Morgan! MORGAN!"

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"Morgan?" Nah's voice tested.

Morgan awoke with a jolt. He looked around at his surroundings, in front of him was Aversa who was steering the dark Pegasus they flew on. Nah flew beside them in her magenta dragon form. Below the trio were the sand dunes that made up the Plegian Desert. The sun was bright, beating heat down to the ground.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty," Aversa chuckled.

"H-How long was I out?" Morgan asked groggily.

"Just a few hours," Nah answered casually. Her head titled a bit as she asked, "Woah are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Morgan mumbled, "...Actually it was Grima." The terrifying image ran through his head.

"Pardon?"

"N-Nothing."

Nah was silent, but turned her head forward and continued flying. Morgan stared at her. That dream...it felt so unreal...yet so familiar. Nah...she had been there. Did she know what had happened as well? And...Owain, Kjelle, Noire...all the others, did they know too?

Was Morgan the only one who was clueless?

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Dear Readers. I. Am. So. SORRY.

This what happens when summer laziness infects my fanfiction ideas. DX

I'm going to try to be better about this, so I thank you for being patient. ;u;