After several days of walking, Robin and Lucina were finally getting close to Southtown which, according to the princess, was close to where he was supposed to meet her father. For the time being, they had decided to make camp for the night. They were due to arrive early tomorrow morning at their current pace.

Sitting around the fire, Robin was rummaging through their pack until he came across the tome that his mother had given him. The yellow binding looked somewhat worn, but that should not matter.

"Where did you learn magic?" Lucina asked as she stoked the fire.

"I read up on it," he looked up from the cover, "It's hard to actually practice it outright without using up tomes so I've never actually performed it."

"Are you sure it is wise to carry it into battle without testing it first?"

"I'll be relying on my sword should I need to fight. The tome is an emergency measure. What about you? Did you ever attempt magic?"

"I did not have a talent for it," was all she said before changing the subject, "I believe it is time to eat."

"Alright," Robin rummaged through the bag again pulling out some bread, "Eat up."

"Robin?"

"Yes," he replied after swallowing the dry bread.

"Why did you bring this?" she held up the wooden robin that he had removed from the bag while looking for the provisions.

"Because, it reminds me of you, and if we're going to be separated a lot in the coming months or even years, I want a memento."

"I see," she looked somberly into the fire, "I wish there was another way, but–"

"I know, and I understand. I'll still miss you though."

"Well, we may be able to meet up secretly at some point. After you have earned their trust."

"Maybe," Robin looked to change topics when he noticed something else in the bag, "Of course, maybe I should be concerned by all of this gauze that you brought," he picked up the roll of white material, "You're not planning to do anything reckless, are you?"

For some reason her face seemed to go red, or maybe it was the fire, "Actually, it is binding tape."

"Binding tape? What are you binding?"

She looked even redder; definitely blushing, but why? "I cannot take any risk that my father will ever realize the truth of who I am, so should I ever have to meet him directly, then I will disguise as much about myself as possible…including my gender."

"Your…gender?" he slowly became aware of what the roll was for as he began to blush himself, "So, uh, do you have a name picked out for this…disguise?"

"Marth," she replied, "I always drew strength from the stories of his bravery, and the people had even nicknamed me such in the future."

Robin raised his brow, "You went by Marth?"

"To the public. It was more symbolic than anything. I even had my armor tailored after the ancient descriptions of his garb. It made me feel…stronger. As if I were tapping into a small portion of the Hero-King's power. So it seemed to be the logical conclusion for my disguise."

"I suppose. I think you might be taking it a little far, but that is your prerogative," he honestly doubted that she could pass herself off as a man just by tying up her hair-he hoped that she did not plan to cut it, he really liked her hair-and…"binding" herself, but what did he know?

"Perhaps, but I would rather err on the side of caution," she stood up, "I'll be back."

"Where are you–" he stopped himself short while blushing and nodding her off. He did not need a repeat of that conversation. So he bided his time poking the fire with a stick before moving to fondling the ring in his pocket.

They were about to go an undetermined amount of time with very limited contact; this was probably not the right time, but it might also be his last opportunity for some time.

"It's about time I found you."

Robin quickly stood to his feet and pulled out his sword only to be greeted by a figure coming in from the shadows, laughing.

"Your little toy can't hurt me," the figure stepped into the light of the fire to reveal a familiar face.

"Who?"

The other man smiled. Something was wrong with that smile, "I'm here to off you a chance to rule the world. Join me, and you will know power unlike anything you have ever imagined."

Robin recoiled from the sinister figure, "Who or what are you?"

The eerie man looked more annoyed than anything, "I am the Fell Dragon," the dragon said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "And I hail from the future to ensure your destiny."

"My destiny?"

"Yes, you are destined to allow the me of this world to return from slumber."

"No."

"No?" Grima laughed, "You actually think that you have a choice in the matter? I'll just have to break you of that notion I suppose." The next thing Robin knew, he felt an intense pain in his head as he collapsed to the ground.

"Ugh," Robin pulled himself to his feet. Taking a look around, he saw that he was in a black void with Grima smirking at him.

"If you will not submit, then I will break you," Robin toppled over as pain wracked his entire body while the dragon's flame shrouded him. He could feel himself fading as he laid prone against the abyss. Try as he might, he could not move, he was unable to break Grima's hold.

He almost gave up when his thoughts turned to her; her nightmare was coming true. He was not sure why Grima needed him, but he refused to go out so easily. Gritting his teeth, he looked up defiantly at the Fell Dragon who snarled upon seeing his show of defiance. All the while, the abyss started to crack allowing a black miasma to seep through and start pushing Robin away.

"It appears that you are not yet strong enough," the dragon commented in an almost bored manner as it was apparently unfazed by the torrent of miasma that Robin was struggling not to be carried away by. At least the flames had stopped though, "Shame, the long way it is then."

Robin could feel himself being dragged away by the flood with the only thing drawing his attention being a familiar battle cry.

Grima quickly put up the stolen hand and grabbed Falchion as it came down without so much as a glance. The dragon glared the princess down as it pushed her and her blade back, "So, you were here too? Well, might as well get something done today. Time to rid myself of–"

Grima was cut off by a ball of lighting striking the back of its stolen body, Grima looked back and roared, "You dare!?" Robin weakly dropped his hand from where he had crawled over and grabbed the tome from the bag. Grima was unharmed, but Robin's attack gave Lucina an opening.

Taking advantage of the opening, Lucing plunged Falchion right into its heart-assuming it still even had one. She followed up with an overhead slice up through the shoulder in what would have certainly been a fatal blow for any normal foe.

However, Grima was no normal foe. The Fell Dragon recoiled back and shot the princess an intense glare as it clutched the should of its stolen body.

"Bah! That cursed blade!" Grima started to fade into dark energy, "If I had not been so weakened, then this would have ended much differently. This is not over yet!" and then the dragon was gone.

Lucina was breathing heavily as she took in all that had happened, but she could not dwell on it for long as Robin took up her attention. She quickly bent down to check on him. He was breathing which was a relief, but he would not wake up. Unsure what to do, she put his sword and tome back in place and quickly prepared to leave their camp in fear that the Fell Dragon would return.

She supported him the whole time as she half supported and half carried him throughout the night until she reached a field by early morning where she finally set Robin down and nearly collapsed next to him. He was still breathing, but he had only awoken once during the night trek; in that brief moment her heart nearly shattered though.

When he awoke, he could not remember where he was or even who he was. He was not awake for long and seemingly delirious, but his memory was apparently entirely gone which meant that he had forgotten her. She was hoping that it was just a momentary lapse due to trauma and grogginess, but she was terrified that it was not the case.

Regardless, she needed to tend to him, but she lacked one vital resource.

Water. They both needed water, but she had used the last of the water the night before and was in too much of a hurry to refill their canteens. There was a small creek nearby that she remembered passing over, but she did not want to leave him there alone. She could still keep an eye on him for most of the short trip to the stream though.

Hesitantly, she relented and headed off for the creek while keeping a careful eye on Robin and his surroundings. She refilled their canteens as quickly as she could and hurried back to Robin.

However, when she arrived, she heard voices, very familiar voices. Judging from the sound, they were just over the rise, and she would not be able to get Robin out in time. She quickly had to decide what she would do, but she hesitated and in that moment of hesitation, her decision was made for her as her aunt came over the hill and into view.

Lucina quickly pressed herself against a tree. She heard all that transpired. From her father offering Robin a hand, to the confirmation of Robin's amnesia. Frederick, of course, did not trust him, but her father and aunt backed him. Soon they were headed to Southtown to work out just who Robin was.

As they left, Lucina fought back the tears. The combination of hearing her father's voice again-albeit much younger-and knowing that Robin was lost to her was almost too much for her to bear.

She looked down into the satchel and saw the mask starring back at her. No, she could not cry-not yet. She must press on. Even if Robin could not remember her, she would keep on remembering him, and she would still save him.

Grima would pay. That cursed dragon would feel her pain; she would see to it personally. She somberly dawned the mask; she could mourn later for now she had a job to do.

A/N: Well, that's part one. On to the intermission! You know, assuming I don't go into depression over RNG deciding to hate me. I am still taunted by friends who keep managing to get her (joking aside, it is pretty disheartening to know that my odds go way down after the special event).

RNG problems aside, I should start up the Morgan story shortly. Oh, and shout out to Matt Cyr for finding that story where Morgan remembered Lucina and not Robin. The story's name is Chisel. Fine work if memory serves. Shame it was never finished. I feel like I'm forgetting something...oh well.