"Robin?! Wait, what—" the voice of a friend whom he trusted like a brother.

"WHAT...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" a distorted voice similar to his own, yet at filled with malice and evil wanting nothing but death and destruction.

He held out his arm, calling forth the dark power that laid dormant within him, the same power that he had sworn never to use.

"For once, I'm glad you and I are the same. Now I can give my life to protect those I care for..."

The mirror image of himself stepped back, white hair flowing against the wind and red eyes going wide in fear and realization, "YOU WOULD...NOT DARE!"

Perhaps he would have hesitated before, but now his resolve was ironclad.

"I would and I will. The evils you would visit on this world are unthinkable... In some way, I—we share the blame. It's only right we meet our end together!"

"NOOOOOOO!"

"ROBIN STOP!"

He let go.

"Robin! No!"

He smiled at his friend, feeling his body beginning to fade away.

"Thank you, Chrom. For...everything... Tell the others...my last thoughts were of them..."

"Robin! No! Oh gods, NO!"

"May we meet again, in a better life..."

He closed his eyes one last time, and with those final words he was gone.

The first thing he felt was pain. Which was quite surprising given that he was sure he was dead. Then again he had never been dead before, so he had no way of knowing what death was supposed to be like. Was this it? Utter darkness, pain coursing through his body while feeling as if he were lying on something firm yet soft? It kinda felt like sleeping.

...wait...

"Is he one of yours?"

"Hard to say. Those robes do seem like something a Onmyoji might wear, but the symbols are unlike any I've seen in Hoshido."

Voices? Two of them apparently, sounded like adult males. He didn't recognize them, but they were definitely voices; and if he could hear voices, then that meant...

"Well I can tell you right now that is he is a magic user; however, despite the high levels of magic I can feel emanating from him even now, he's definitely not from Nohr. His get-up is nothing like the ones used by dark mages of our court."

"Then how do you explain the fact that we found in his possession one of those books that you Nohrians are so found of using when performing your dark witchcraft?"

Two more voices, unrecognizable like the previous ones. Again males, yet these sounded younger; not children, but not full grown adults either. Perhaps barely entering the cusps of adulthood?

"Tomes are a common channel for magic you buffoon, even outside of Nohr. Just because you Hoshidians are insistent in relying on such an archaic method such as scrolls does not mean that the rest of the word is keen on using such an inferior method like yourselves."

"What did you say?! Why don't we take this outside you Nohrian sc—!"

"ENOUGH TAKUMI!" one of the previous voices roared, "what have I told you about addressing the Nohrian family with respect?!"

"But brother!"

"You too Leo. You shall apologize for insulting the Hoshidians at once."

"How is it insulting when I simply speak truths?"

Robin took this chance to crack open one of his eyes slightly (hopefully not enough for anyone to notice) to see what was going on. It seemed like he was in a medical tent similar to the one the Shepherds used to have. All the other cots were empty, and there only seemed to be the four other people currently arguing on the far side of the tent; one with long, spiky brown hair, one with long grey haired tied into a ponytail, one with short, wavy blonde hair, and one with medium, straight, blonde hair. They were carrying weapons (swords, a bow, and a tome), and given the wear and tear of their armor, it was clear that they knew how to use them.

And he did not recognize any of them.

This is bad. I don't know where I am or who these people are. If I really am alive, and all evidence points to that being the case, I need to contact Chrom and the others as soon as possible; but I don't even know if these people are hostile or not. They don't seem like Grimleal, but they could be remnants of Walhart's forces, especially the one with the red armor and the curved sword. It sounds like they haven't recognized me yet, but if they find out I'm from the Ylissean League they might try to use me as some sort of leverage. I can't run that risk.

He slowly moved his arm both as a way to see if they were paying attention to him and to check if he had his Levin sword or any of his tomes on him. Fortunately the others were too concerned with their squabble and didn't seem to notice him moving; unfortunately, he couldn't feel anything within his cloak, meaning that they had probably confiscated his tomes and sword when they took him in.

Damn it, this just keeps getting worse. Doesn't matter, I'll just have to sneak out and hope for the best.

He slowly began inching off the bed before sliding off and crouching low, trying his best to conceal himself from their line of sight. He waited for a moment and when there didn't seem to be any reaction, he slowly began making his way to the tent's entrance.

Good, just a little more and—

"HALT!"

Something whizzed past his head, grazing his cheek before flying past and tearing a hole in the tent. Turning his head slightly, he saw all four men no longer fighting and the one with the long grey hair having his bow raised and pointing right at him (though strangely there was no arrow notched).

"That was a warning shot; next one is going through the back of your neck," he growled.

Now!

"Wind!" he called forth some tomeless magic, not enough to hurt anyone but enough to blow a strong gust of wind and dirt towards them, catching them by surprise and breaking their concentration. He jumped forward and sprinted toward the exit at full speed, knowing that if he stopped, it was all over for him.

"OOF!"

Right as he burst through the tent flaps, he crashed headfirst into someone, the force and momentum enough to send them both sprawling and tumbling a good few feet away before they stopped. Groaning in pain and trying to push himself off the ground, Robin suddenly noticed that he was on top of someone. Looking down he saw a young woman clad in grey armor, with long, flowing silver hair, and ruby red eyes that seemed to look deep into his own, equal parts startled and intrigued.

"Ummm...hi?" she said.

5 minutes earlier

"Hyah, ha!" she parried before thrusting her wooden sword.

"Mind your footwork Corrin!" her opponent barked as she drove her practice spear between her legs to prove her point. Corrin quickly jumped back before her legs were hit, followed by another rush and flurry of blows. Her opponent, no slouch herself, managed to block every single one of them without budging an inch from her spot, grinning at the princess under a mop of short, flaming red hair.

Heh, as expected from Hinoka, Corrin thought, both impressed and proud of her older sister, but I'm not done yet!

She feinted to the left, hoping that Hinoka would fall for it, before jumping in and closing the distance between them in order to catch her by surprise and deliver the finishing blow to her solar plexus; however, her sister was more than ready for her. Right when it seemed like the sword was going to land the hit, she placed her lance between them and redirected her momentum before flipping Corrin in the air.

"Wah!" she cried out in surprised before falling on her back and having all the wind knocked out of her, "oooowwww..."

Hinoka wiped the sweat from her brown and smiled at her little sister, "you've improved Corrin, especially when it comes to stamina; if you hadn't rushed that last attack, you might have been able to tire me out before—HEY!"

Hinoka was suddenly shoved to the side by a large purple and black blur charging towards Corrin.

Oh gods no, not again Corrin managed to think before she was roughly picked up and pressed against a very large—and very soft—pair of breasts.

"CORRIN! ARE YOU HURT? DID YOU BREAK SOMETHING? I'M HERE NOW, TELL YOUR BIG SISTER EVERYTHING!"

"Mmmmmph!" Corrin managed to muffle out as she was pressed tighter into her sister Camilla's embrace.

"Really now, was that necessary?" Hinoka scowled, rubbing her arm were Camilla had shoved her.

"I could ask you the same thing," the purple haired woman glared at her, "you said this would be a light sparring match, yet you could have seriously hurt Corrin with that last move."

"Mmmm! Mmmm!"

"We're using practice weapons and our usual armor; at worst all Corrin is going to get from this is some bruises and welts for a couple of days."

"And you think that's a good thing?"

Hinoka crossed her arms, "you need to stop babying Corrin. She is a grown woman, a commander of this army, and, more importantly, the future queen of Valla. She is not some child that needs to be pampered, coddled and shielded from the world; and now you are suffocating her."

"What?! I how dare you imply that I treat Corrin any different from—"

"No I mean you are literally suffocating her right now," the red haired princess pointed. Looking down Camilla saw that her sister's body was starting to go limp and her face was beginning to turn blue.

"Ah!" she let go of the young princes, who immediately started gasping for air, "sorry love."

"Now imagine that every day on a metaphorical level. That's you with Corrin," Hinoka humphed crossing her arms.

"Oh put a sock in it," Camilla scowled, much to Hinoka's shock, "you're acting all high and mighty yet you baby Corrin just as much as I do. Or does a certain princess need to be reminded how she constantly fusses over Corrin's food—and only Corrin's food—making sure that it's not too hot, not too cold, not too much, not too little, and so on and so forth."

"I-I do not!"

"At least I'm worried about Corrin getting hurt, actually hurt; if anyone is treating her like a child, it's you."

"Why you—!"

Oh gods, they're going to start again, Corrin sighed internally, watching both of her march to the training field, glaring at each other while completely forgetting about her. She was about to call them to stop when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"We both know that would be pointless."

Looking up she saw a familiar face clad in blue and white dancer's robes giving her a small smile.

She sighed, taking her hand and using it to pull herself up, "you're right, as always Azura."

"Well I wouldn't say always," she laughed as they began walking back to the main camp.

"...I wish they wouldn't do that".

"What? The fighting?"

"Well that too, but I meant more the fact that they keep treating me like a child; and it's not just Hinoka and Camila, there's also Xander, Ryoma, and even Takumi and Leo. Takumi and Leo! I'm older than them yet they still treat me like a kid!"

"Yes I have noticed; but at least Elise and Sakura treat you with the respect an older sister deserves."

"I mean it would be a pretty low point for me if the literal children treated me as a child as well," she let out an exasperated sigh, "I know it's something trivial, and that I should be grateful that I managed to ensure that both my families joined me instead of having some sort of nightmare scenario where I had to choose one and fight against the other; but I just wish they would stop babying me every chance they get. I'm 18 Azura! I'm not a child, I'm an adult woman, and it's high time I be treated like one."

"Try to look at it from their perspective. Your family from Hoshido had you with them as an infant before you were kidnapped, meaning that not only are they protective towards you but the only version of you they remember is that of a young child. Meanwhile your family from Nohr was under the impression that you needed to be protected and accounted for constantly or else something horrible would happen to you, so it's natural that sort of mentality would be ingrained in them even after it was proven to be a lie placed by Garon. I'm sure your family, both your families, do trust you and see you as a grown woman, but it's probably hard for them to fight off their desires to protect you from harm. They're trying their best, trust me. For example, they've started taking your opinions into consideration when it comes to war councils, do they not?"

Corrin snorted, "yeah right. They ask for my opinion last and by that point the majority of the room already has some sort of consensus made so what am I going to do? Be a contrarian just for the sake of being a contrarian? We both know that's not going to do any god, much less in the middle of a war."

"I suppose not; but, if I may, perhaps there's part of your problem. You're too passive Corrin."

"What do you mean?"

"You say you want your siblings to stop treating you like a child and more like an adult, but you don't really voice your concerns to anyone else but myself. If you really want your family to listen to you, then perhaps it's time you were a bit more assertive. For example, you are a commander of this army just as much as they are, and you have proven yourself time and time again both on the battlefield and out of it. I think that the next time an important decision concerning our campaign arises, you should be the first to voice your opinion on what our course of action should be."

"I don't know. Do you think that will work?"

"It will; and you know why? Because I promise you that, whatever it may be—and as long as it's not something completely suicidal—I will immediately support you, and therefore the others will have to listen to you."

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"You have my word," she promised.

Corrin face immediately brightened, "thanks Azura! With you supporting me, they'll have to listen to me! After all, they are respect you!"

"Except for Camilla who tried to kill me when we were children," the dancer muttered bitterly.

"What was that?"

"Um, I said why don't we go and find Sakura and Elise?."

"Great idea! But where could they be?"

"I think the infirmary tent would be a safe bet. I do remember Ryoma mentioning that they brought in a wounded person earlier today."

"Then let's go!" Corrin while moving briskly towards their destination, her mood having changed completely.

This is great! With Azura's help, I'll finally get the others to treat me like they should. No more babying, no more coddling, no more unnecessary worrying, and no more disrespect; no more treating me like some sort of ditzy airhead that constantly gets into trouble and can't do anything for herself, like some sort of Setsuna.

"HALT!"

She was broken out of her thoughts by the sound of Takumi yelling from inside the infirmary, followed by one of his magical arrows tearing through from the inside before vanishing in the air.

An attack!? Corrin's instincts kicked in, making a beeline towards the origin of the arrow.

"Corrin wait! You don't have a weapon!"

Maybe not, but a do have this, she pulled out the dragon stone that she carried in a hidden pocket within her armor, and that should be more than enough. Whomever was foolish enough to sneak in the middle of camp to attack us shall rue the day they met me!

"OOF!"

Just as she was about to charge in, something rushed out of the tent and crashed straight at her at full speed, sending them both tumbling on to the ground for a good few feet. Groaning in pain and with her vision spinning, she tried to get up only to realize that there was something on top of her pinning her down. Rubbing her eyes, she managed to clear her vision just in time to that the "assailant" was slowly trying to get up as well, and that it was a young man wearing a purple cloak, with messy white hair, and chocolate brown eyes looking at her confused; a sentiment that she shared, suddenly unsure of what to do in the situation.

"Uuuuuum...hi?"

In any other situation, he would have apologized to the young woman and helped her up, making sure that she was okay; perhaps ask for her name and some help in order to know where he was and how to get back to Ylisse. That situation would not be his current one, where he almost immediately felt two blades being pressed on either side of his neck.

"Get off Corrin."

"NOW."

...damn it.

Realizing he was completely at their mercy, Robin could do nothing butslowly push himself off the still confused girl, making sure that his captors saw that he wasn't planning anything underhanded (thus giving them the excuse to simply slice his head off). Apparently, he was too slow for their liking as he felt someone grab him roughly by the back of his cloak and yank him off before pushing him to the side, almost causing him to lose his footing again. Recovering his balance he saw the two older (and larger) men from before pointing their swords at him.

"Now then, state who you are and your business here," the blonde man with the dark armor ordered. His tone was calm, yet firm, with a clear air of authority behind it.

"It would be wise of you to speak truths," the other man, brown hair and red armor, added. His voice had more of an edge to it, making it very clear what would happen to Robin if he tried to pull the wool over their eyes.

Guess I don't have a choice: I'll just have to tell them who I am. If they are the enemy, then with any luck they'll think it more prudent to keep me alive for intel or ransom. At least that will buy me some time so that I may think of a way out of here.

He swallowed nervously, "w-well you've probably already heard of me, or at the very least my name and reputation: Robin, tactician of the Shepherds and second in command to Chrom, Exalt of Ylisse. I was recently separated from the Ylissean League at the end of our fight with the Grimleal and—hurk!"

Robin was suddenly cut off when the man in red armor raised his sword and pressed it against his neck.

"It would appear that you thought we were jesting before," the man with blonde hair said coldly, "I shall say this only one more time: tell us the truth or you will be executed here and now."

"W-What?!"

"NOW!" the man in red ordered.

"I'm telling you, I'm Robin from Ylisse! Okay, okay, fine, technically I'm from Plegia but I didn't know that until very recently! My allegiance is to Chrom and the Kingdom of Ylisse!"

"You're wasting your time brother," the other blonde man said impatiently, "it seems that he has no intention of dropping the charade. You'd think that he'd put some effort into it, though, and at least come up with names of kingdoms that actually exist."

What?!

"He's probably an enemy sent here to spy on us. I say we simply kill him, save us the trouble of his giving us the slip and spilling whatever information and secrets he may have on us," the bow user suggested as he and the other one appeared.

"For once I agree with him," the man with the tome nodded, "Whomever this person may be it is clear that he is no ordinary grunt. After all, we found him in possession of several high level tomes and even a levin sword, and those are not easy to wield, much less master; not only that, but he also possesses enough skill and knowledge to use magic without any tomes. It's too much of a risk to keep him as out captive, not to mention that if he is someone of importance than that just means we've dealt a significant blow to their chain of command."

The other blonde man nodded solemnly, "you have a point. We have all come too far to lose it all now. We have a duty to stop Anakos, and if we fail that not only are Hoshido and Nohr doomed, but rather the entire world. We simply can't take that risk."

Oh gods I'm going to die...again... the tactician closed his eyes, hoping that at least this time his death was quick.

"STOP!"

Robin suddenly felt the blade on his throat ease up before pulling away. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw the woman from before—the one he had crashed headfirst into—standing before everyone with another group of women behind her.

"I think he's telling the truth."

"Get off Corrin."

"NOW."

The grey haired princess felt the man be yanked off of her before she could say anything else.

"Ooooowwwwww," she complained while rubbing her sore head.

"CORRIN!"

Oh gods not aga—"MMMPH!" She felt herself be pulled into not one, but two sets of chest, followed by four hands checking every inch of her body.

"We saw what happened!"

"Are you all right!?"

"Are you hurt?!"

"Did he do something to you?!"

"Did he try to do something to you?!"

"Did he touch you somewhere inappropriate?!"

"CORRIN!"

"CORRIN!"

"I'm fine!" Corrin pulled herself away from Hinoka and Camilla before they suffocated her (again), "he just crashed into me; I don't even think it was intentional."

Her sisters didn't hear that last part, as they suddenly turned their attention to the white haired man currently being held at sword point by Ryoma while being closely observed by the others. Corrin turned her attention to him too, rather curios about the stranger. He looked young, probably younger than Xander and Ryoma but older than Takumi and Leo; and while she couldn't explain it, there was something about it that made her realize that he wasn't from either Hoshido or Nohr. Something that she had noticed when he had fallen on top of her and their eyes met for a brief moment.

Could he be from Valla? An enemy perhaps? No...no something's not right. If he was an enemy, he would have either killed me when he had the chance or at least used me as some sort of shield in order to facilitate his escape.

"He dies. Now," Camilla seethed, grabbing her massive ax by.

"Wait!" she grabbed her sister's arm to hold her back, "let's not be rash and do something that we might regret! Ryoma and Xander are interrogating him, let's see what they find—"

Ryoma suddenly raising his sword against the white haired man's neck.

Oh no.

Heightening her hearing with her dragon senses, she was able to eavesdrop their conversation. She heard the man say that his name was Robin, that he was from somewhere called "Plegia" and fighting for the "Ylissean League". She had never heard or read about those places, so he might as well have been speaking gibberish.

And yet...I don't hear any malice or deceit in his voice. I think he's telling the truth.

"It's too much of a risk to keep him as out captive, not to mention that if he is someone of importance than that just means we've dealt a significant blow to their chain of command."

"You have a point. We have all come too far to lose it all now. We have a duty to stop Anakos, and if we fail that not only are Hoshido and Nohr doomed, but rather the entire world. We simply can't take that risk."

Ryoma ready his sword.

Oh no!

Before anyone could stop her, Corrin jumped to her feet and yelled as loud as she could, "STOP!"

Her brothers turned to face her, "Corrin?"

"Stand down Ryoma," she said, trying her best to sound intimidating. When that didn't seem to work, she added, "please?"

Something about his sister asking him nicely made him lower his sword before he could stop himself, almost like instinct.

The man named Robin opened his eyes as Corrin walked towards them.

"Corrin," Xander started.

"It's fine Xander. I have my stone, and even if I didn't there are six armed people surrounding him who have already shown that they won't hesitate to cut him down. If he is an enemy, he doesn't really have much space to try something fishy; that being said," she stopped in front of Robin, eyeing him quizzically, "I don't think he is an enemy. At least not to us."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"I...I'm not quite sure," she responded honestly, "it's like... a feeling I have. No, not even that. It's more like I can sense that he's telling the truth, that there is no malice of deception behind his words."

Takumi rolled his eyes, "oh well if you can "sense it" then I guess he must be trustworthy. Here we are trying to make sound decisions based on logic and common sense, when apparently all we had to let Corrin give a "general feel" of the situation. Could have saved us sooooo much trouble."

Corrin glared at him, "not funny Takumi."

"True, it wasn't funny; but it's not like he's wrong either," Leo shrugged.

Robin meanwhile, was trying to make heads or tails of the situation. First, these people, as it turned out, where not from Chon'sin. In fact, given how they apparently never heard of Plegia or Ylisse, they weren't from the same realm. He had heard stories and tales about the possibilities of other worlds beyond their own, and it would appear that there was some truth behind them. It would also seem that these people where in the middle of some sort of conflict against another party that he had never heard of before. Even worse, they seemed to be under the impression that he was either a spy or a high ranking general of said enemy; and honestly? He could see their reasoning. He didn't even fault them for deciding that he was a liability and that executing him was the most sensible course of action.

Then the girl that he had bumped into (literally) earlier stepped in and stopped them, speaking on his behalf. The question was, why? As far as they knew, he had presented no evidence of being anything but an enemy spy, and a dangerous one of that, yet she seemed to believe him. Granted, he WAS telling the truth, but they didn't know what. Not only that, but she was doing all of this on a "feeling"? It made no sense.

And yet...where have I heard that before?

It wasn't until she turned her head to scowl at the others that he noticed the pointy ears poking out from her hair that it suddenly clicked.

"You're a manakete," he said.

She turned back to face him, "sorry?"

"A manakete. What race are you? Fire? Ice? Or are you of the divine kind?"

"Uuuum, I don't...I don't know what you're talking about. I'm Corrin. I'm from Valla?" she responded, confused by the jumble of words coming from the man's mouth.

They must have another word for it here, but I'm sure she's one.

"You can turn into a dragon, can't you?"

Her eyes went wide, "yes!"

"How did you know that?" Xander asked, his voice less exuberant than his sister's.

"I fought alongside her kind back home. Three of them; well, two pure blood manakete and one hybrid to be exact," he gave her a quick look over, "given your physical appearance, you must be quite powerful and wise. Two thousand years? Three thousand perhaps?"

Corrin couldn't help but blush slightly, "n-no. I'm only 18."

Robin blinked, "oh. My apologies, you look much more mature than that."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Ryoma growled, "least you forget that your life is still subject to us and our decision."

"Big brother enough," Corrin said, trying her best to push down her blush, "he's clearly not an enemy, and I don't think killing an innocent man would be an honorable look for the future king of Hoshido."

"Let's not be too hasty Corrin," Xander cut in, "we can not say for sure that this man is "innocent". We found weapons upon his person, he clearly has knowledge of the arcane, and he tried to sneak from our sights the first chance he had."

"I will admit, I did try to sneak out; but I did so because I was under the impression that you were remnants of an army my allies and I had previously fought and defeated. I think it's safe to assume that most people would have done the same in my position. As for the weapons and my magic, yes, I am skilled in both. As I mentioned before, I was the second in command in the Ylisean League, and army that included the united forces of two nations. I fought in the front lines, but I was officially the army's tactician; anything that included strategies and planning was under my direct jurisdiction."

"Tactician?" Corrin ears perked up.

"Corrin no."

"Brother we need one of those."

"Oh sure, why not?" Takumi crossed his arms, "let's give this complete stranger control over our forces based on nothing but his word. That makes total sense!"

I mean, when he puts it like that, he's not wrong; and really makes me wonder what the hell Chrom was thinking back then.

"Obviously he won't be given free reign, he'll just be assisting us and giving us council based on his experience. Look, Anakos has the home advantage plus an almost unlimited supply of undead soldiers on his side—"

"You mean risen? You have those here too?"

"—which apparently he also has experience in dealing with. We need all the help we can get, and he can give it to us in spades. I say we let him join our cause."

"Well good luck having anyone of us second that insane idea," Leo smirked.

"I second it," Azura cut in.

"WHAT?!"

Thank you Azura.

"I'd expect this kind of faulty planning from Corrin—"

"Hey!"

"—but you Azura?"

"Corrin is right. Anakos is unlike anything Hoshido or Nohr has faced. We are in enemy territory and our forces are in smaller numbers than those of the enemy. Having someone who can not only fight and strategize is nothing but a boon on our part; and, while this may not be something the rest of you can understand, I too feel like this person has been telling nothing but the truth so far."

Xander clenched his jaw, clearly not expecting anyone to actually back up Corrin's plan, much less Azura, "even if what this man says were true, can we be certain that he will be able to stand with us in our final fight against Anakos? Perhaps he has experience dealing with the undead, but against something like Anakos?"

Azura thought for a moment before stepping up and looking at Robin in the eye, her golden irises seeming to bear deep into is soul.

"Tell me stranger: have you ever faced a force of pure chaos? One with not only the desire to destroy and reform everything around it at will, but more than enough power to do so? One who sees everything and everyone else as nothing more than specs of dusts to be trampled underfoot in its quest for utter destruction?"

"I mean my comrades and I managed to defeat one of those before I woke up here," Robin responded honestly.

Azura looked surprised at his response, but kept her gaze on him. After a few minutes passed, she turned back to the other, "he's telling the truth; and if that is the case, it would be foolish for us NOT to have him on our side."

Xander and Ryoma didn't say anything, but it seemed clear that they were weighing their options—and not liking with the results they were coming up with.

"You guys can't be serious!" Leo said incredulously, noticing their shifting mood in the air.

"Brother, please tell me you're not actually considering this! We simply can't trust him!" Takumi added.

Robin simply stood there quietly, not wanting to do or say anything that could jeopardized this sudden turn to not kill him on the spot. He then felt someone tug his sleeve gently. Turning his head he saw the silver haired girl — Corrin. Her name was Corrin — that had saved him standing before him.

"I just realized we never asked your opinion in all of this. I can imagine that this has not been...the best first impression of us, especially my brothers, seeing how they were just discussing, and seriously considering, executing you for being an enemy spy; but I swear, they are not usually like that. We've been on this campaign for months, and at times it seems like we've barely made any progress at all. It's not just our homes that are at stake here, but the entire world, and perhaps even other worlds. I...I know that might not make much sense and I will explain later; but please, I ask you, will you help our cause?"

I should say no. I have no real reason to stick my nose where it doesn't belong; and even if this threat where to reach Ylisse, we have the means to stop it. We defeated Grima (I think) we can defeat whatever this threat is. More importantly, it's clear that most of these people do not trust me, either partially or at all. I can only see discussions, roadblocks, and conflict if I stay here. I should just say no.

"Well..."

Corrin looked at him pleadingly.

"... the thing is..."

Her lower lip began to tremble.

"...I should...you know...look into getting back home."

"I promise we'll help you with that! My brother Leo is one of the smartest people I know, so if anyone can help you out it's him. Once this war is over, I will make sure that he helps you find your way back."

"I..."

"Please?"

...gods damnit.

"Well it's not like I have anywhere else to go; and I wouldn't want to be a freeloader," he said sheepishly.

Her face lit up and she threw her arms around him before burying her head in his chest, "yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Don't mention it," he said surprised while giving her a few pats on the back. Corrin, elated at the news held on to him tightly, nuzzling her head into his chest. His warm...well defined chest.

"Uhhhhh."

Mmmmmn, this feels nice, she sighed internally.

"Corrin?"

"Ah!" he eyes shot open and she pulled back, straightening herself while trying desperately to not blush, "r-right. So, I'll just let the others know that you've agreed to help us and then we'll show you around. Good? Right, bye!" she said before briskly walking away with a very confused Azura in tow.

Robin rubbed his temple, great, I barely survive fighting one eldritch abomination and now I've apparently been conscripted to fight another. I thought death was supposed to be an eternal sleep, not more work. No matter, what's done is done. I already agreed to help, and I'm not the sort of lowlife whose word is worth nothing. Guess I just can't say no to a pretty face.

He looked back towards the other, still talking about him by the looks of it, in time for Corrin to look at his direction and give him a quick smile.

...a very pretty face.

Author's note: I know, it's been a while. Life and such things.

Anyway, new multichapter fic. A Fire Emblem Awakening x Fates crossover AU. Smut will start next chapter. And before anyone asks: no, Owain/Odin, Severa/Selena and Inigo/Laslow aren't here. I know they were in the game, but this is a porn AU, it's not going to follow it 1:1.

Also, small announcement, I've decided to work/post on different things based on my available time/mood. So, next time I upload something it might be the next chapter for this, another fic, or the Konosuba one shot that I got half way done before doing this because it was taking so long and I didn't want it to seem like I was gone for good (I'm not).