Ah, the bright days of spring… How I've missed having actual daylight both when I go to work and when I finish up at work for the day.

Hello, dear readers. CrossVipeR316 here with the latest chapter of Gamer Emblem Awakening. I've wanted it, you've wanted it, so we might as well cut to the chase and get started. But first, some review responses.

prisontaker: Have no idea how runecraft even works. Besides, Jack's already got enough on his plate.

LegacySpellsword: Jack's version of the Zantetsuken is actually different from all the ones you mentioned. The core difference is that Jack swings with both hands, instead of just one. Other than that, it's basically a swing with a lot of focused power behind it.

ShadowPhoenix34: The error in the shout-out has been corrected. Also, I appreciate the feedback on Jack's clones. The idea is to show versions of Jack who are aware that their existences are short, and therefore show fewer inhibitions.

science over magic: I finally got some satellite footage from the aftermath of their battle. My word… It's like ground zero after a full-scale war…

Ittehgaps: I stopped keeping track of Jack's money count a long time ago. Though, as a rule of thumb, Jack's loaded, due having no living or food expenses. Add in the fact that he traveled the Outrealms for three years, all while training and slaying monsters, plus the gold he earns from all his completed quests, and Jack won't get broke anytime soon.

3-13 Sniper: Ah, thanks for the reminder of the represented series for Jack's team. And for pointing out my typo.
Also, anyone who thinks Jack is OP at this point should consider this; he's a Gamer who's traveled between worlds for three years. With the crazy training regimen he put himself under before his departure, he could probably be even stronger than he is at this point. He earned that strength.

Valsion Custom: I had honestly forgotten that awesome dude existed until you read your review. While it could fit in some way, I think Sänger's move is a bit too over-the-top for my tastes. I mean, yeah, it looks cool and all, but I don't think it would fit that well in this case.

HighFlyingWings: I've mentioned this in the AN at the end of a previous chapter (which I recommend you read, since they tend to contain important information); Jack has indeed gained more skills than the ones I've shown in the previous chapter. I've simply decided to list them as they come in the story, to avoid info dumping. You'll simply have to wait and see as his skillset unravels.

PhoenixFire9094: I've read up a bit on the monofilament wires, and while I see your point, Jack can already use Telekinesis to do most of the stuff Walter can do with those wires. Adding the wires would pretty much copy a weapon that Jack already has at his disposal. Also, I like the ship joke. XD

Copyright disclaimer: I only own the plot of this fic. For a full copyright disclaimer, please read chapter 1.

Nya ha ha! – Henry


Chapter 14:

Shady island deal!
The omen that hides in plain sight.

Gaius chews on the stick in his mouth – a nervous tic of his – only to pull it out and find that there's only the stick left, and no candy. The Assassin throws the stick into the nearby foliage and rummages in his cloak a bit before he pops another lollipop in his mouth.

"This place gives me the creeps. And I'm married to Tharja." he mutters as he lets the sweet snack spread its flavor in his mouth. "I'm going through my stash faster than I'm comfortable with just to cope with this feeling. At this rate, I'll run out before we reach the next town."

Even with plenty of daylight left, the forest path we're walking down feels eerily sinister. The trees grow thick enough to block out much of the sunlight, leaving only a few spots where the light of day penetrates the leaves. A few crows fly over our heads, almost warning us against proceeding any further.

Tharja rolls her eyes at her husband's antics. "Oh, please. The only reason why you find this place more eerie than me is because I've been holding back on my hexes around you."

Gaius glances at his wife with a raised eyebrow. "Really? Huh. I did think the air's been looking brighter around you lately. And here I thought you had just mellowed out."

"Spare me. Loath as I am to admit it, casting any hex I fancy on you has left a bad taste in my mouth as of late. I think I'm actually growing…blech…compassionate."

"It just means you're growing as a person." Gaius comments cheerfully. He pulls his wife in a sideway hug and puts a kiss on her cheek. "I'm proud of you, Tharja."

The Sorcerer's face lights up like a lamp as she tries to hide her eyes behind her bangs. "Pull that on me again, and I'll curse you to uncontrolled sniveling for a month."

"Heh. You've definitely mellowed out. Before I proposed, that hex would've lasted a whole year. And you'd even include hay fever for good measure."

Tharja's growl is all the warning Gaius needs before he starts darting around on the road to dodge the Flux spells his wife throws his way. While this would normally indicate an abusive relationship, I've spent enough time around these two to learn that this is their version of mild bickering.

I rub my head in exasperation. "Those two may be the craziest couple I've ever seen."

"It's not that bad." Nowi comments. "Tharja tells me that they usually kiss and make up in the evening." She puts a finger on her lip and frowns in contemplation. "I think she once mentioned that it involves intense mating too. But I don't get why she's trying to downplay it. I'm way older than her. It's obvious she's referring to some wild-"

"That's enough from you, Nowi." I interrupt the manakete. Good grief. A child at heart one second, a potentially vulgar adult in a child's body the next. That, or children simply say the craziest things.

Cherche raises an eyebrow. "It astounds me how you can all remain so casual, even in a place like this. I was impressed at the battle prowess you demonstrated during the last battle, but this simply baffles me."

"I advise that you grow used to it, my dear Cherche." Virion replies. "My companions are not your typical militia." A smirk grows on the Bow Knight's face. "I should know. From the day I joined them, I have found that they can shift from flustered to cheerful to utterly unflappable at the drop of a hat, regardless of the situation. It's quite refreshing, really. Despite there being royalty among our ranks, they show none of the stiffness you'd normally associate with those of noble birth."

"That better be a compliment, Ruffles." Sully growls behind him.

Virion gulps. "O-of course it's meant as a compliment, my dear Sully. You have all been reliable allies these past few years, and I am most grateful for it."

Frederick scowls at our interactions. "While I have nothing against lighthearted banter every now and then, need I remind you that we are moving in an area that could be considered unsafe for traveling? I advise you all to remain vigilant."

I roll my eyes. "Relax, Frederick. I've got it covered. Though you're more than welcome to keep watch as well."

I chose to walk in the middle of our group to get maximum mileage out of Mind's Eye. Not only is every single Shepherd within the range of my omnidirectional sense, I can also spot a lot of things going on in the forest. To Plegia's credit, Carrion Isle doesn't show many signs of actual danger. Sure, the forest paths are dark, as are the trees, but the local wildlife seems to steer clear off the roads. Most of the forest animals walk near the edge of my telekinetic visual range while staying as wary of us as Frederick in general.

Wait a minute… There's a figure walking alongside us, some 70 paces deeper into the woods. It's strange enough on its own to find a person living in the woods of this place, but this guy has crows circling him constantly.

Hold on. Crows? Is that…Henry? Must be. I don't know anyone else in the world of Awakening who gets along with crows that well.

It only gets weirder as it seems like he's looking at us, even from so far away and with trees blocking his line of sight. No, not us. He's looking straight at me. To test my hypothesis, I wave at him as subtly as I can.

And he waves back! What the heck?!

"Jack? Something wrong?" Robin asks concerned.

I shake my head. "I, uh… Must've been something random wandering the woods. I don't think it was anything important."

Well, at the very least, Henry seems to know we're here. If not by spotting us directly, then probably through the forest animals. Seriously, I could swear those crows sitting on the bottom branch of the second tree on the left are the same crows I saw on the front branch of the fifth tree on the right three minutes ago…

Ugh. Trying to identify specific trees in a forest is a pain.

"Your Grace, it would seem we have arrived at the Plegian outpost." Phila reports further ahead.

As we lift our gazes, we see a huge fort resting on top of a hill about a quarter of an hour's walk from here. A flock of crows exit the trees, cawing loudly as they fly over the landscape. Seeing those black birds fly towards the horizon with the sinister fort on the hill paints a picture that sends shivers down my spine. If I didn't know any better, I'd bet Validar staged the whole thing to intimidate us. Good thing I sent a squirrel to carry a message to her, since I know what's bound to happen soon. Chrom, you owe me one.


Right as we enter the fort, we're approached by a dozen Plegian soldiers. One of them, probably the guard captain, steps forward.

"Greetings, Exalt Emmeryn. We have been expecting you."

Emmeryn nods back in greeting. "Thank you for your patience. Please, lead the way."

"At once, Your Grace." The captain sweeps his eyes over all of us. "However, we must first ask that you leave your weapons here. As you will be meeting with the king of Plegia, this is a meeting of high importance. We cannot afford any risks regarding security. I hope you understand."

Emmeryn turns around and gives us all a look. The message is clear; Please don't cause any trouble.

Most of us nod and accept the terms – reluctantly. We form a line and hand over our weapons to the other soldiers in waiting, one by one. While most of the weapons are handed with little trouble, we had to hold our laughter when one poor fellow tried to carry Frederick's Savage Lynel Crusher. Poor guy will probably wake up with back pains tomorrow.

Of course, Chrom's case is an exception, due to Falchion being a national treasure as much as it is a sword. This also means that Emmeryn gives the prince an especially stern warning to keep Falchion sheathed unless it's an emergency. And no, a rouge assaulting Emmeryn doesn't actually count as an emergency. That's what Frederick and Phila are there for.

It eventually becomes my turn to hand over my weapon. I remove Harvest Moon from my back and place it on the hands of the waiting soldier slowly. He struggles with the weight a bit before he corrects himself.

"Take good care of our weapons, and no one will get hurt." I tell him coldly. The soldier in question gulps fearfully as I hold his gaze in my own ice-cold one.

Until Robin pulls my cheek.

"Ow ow ow!"

"Be nice, Jack."

"Fine…"

Through Mind's Eye, I see the soldier in question breathe a sigh of relief before he carries Harvest Moon to the armory like it's made of the most brittle material in the world. A satisfied smirk grows on my lips. Good. Now they know better than to mess with me.

What! Just because we're supposed to meet on neutral terms doesn't mean I trust these guys. There are only three plegians in the entire world that I trust. One is a potential yandere, the second is busy frolicking with the local wildlife outside, and the third is my wife (who doesn't even remember that she's from Plegia).

Besides, it's not like I'm actually unarmed and defenseless. I can wipe the floor with these mooks barehanded, and that's before I Trace whatever weapons I have stored in my reality marble and slaughter the lot of them.

Most of the Shepherds are led to a guest room where they can lounge and relax during the summit. The ones who participate in the actual meeting break off with the guard captain and walk further in. Said group consists of Emmeryn, Phila, Chrom, Frederick, Robin and me.

We eventually enter a massive hall that's significantly more decorated than the rest of the fort. Huh. Who knew they had an audience hall in a military outpost. Must be part of Plegian architecture or something.

Some time later, another soldier enters with a very familiar individual in tow.

Ah, Aversa. As voluptuous as ever. Except this time, no amount of teasing from your part will have any effect on me. The wonders of wedlock, people.

"Greetings, Your Grace. Plegia welcomes you."

"I remember you." Emmeryn replies neutrally. "Your name was Aversa, correct? I was under the impression that you served under the late King Gangrel."

Aversa shrugs. "What can I say? It seems fate has designs for me yet."

Chrom narrows his eyes. "So you serve the new king, then? This…Validar?"

"I do."

Frederick scowls. "They say he worships Grima."

Emmeryn gives the Great Knight a look that tells him to stand down. While Frederick obeys, his words are already spoken.

"Why yes, of course he is Grimleal." the Dark Flier admits freely. "We are both believers. My liege often says it was his faith that got him through, after Gangrel's passing. It was a difficult time… But he kept order where there might have been chaos. We had meant to arrange an official visit to Ylisstol, but- Ah, here is my lord now."

A familiar shiver runs up my spine as I can feel the air slowly get tainted with dark magic. It's held back, but I'd recognize this sinister presence anywhere. And here he is: Validar…

"An honor to finally meet you, Your Grace. I am Validar, king regnant of Plegia."

Don'tkillhimdon'tkillhimdon'tkillhimdon'tkillhim!

I have to clench my hands and place them behind my back before I go Ryu Hayabusa on the old creep. I have to remember that he's not my enemy – not officially, and not yet. If I attack him now, our chances of getting Plegian support in the upcoming campaign will be shot three times over. Deep breaths, Jack. Deeeep breaths…

Emmeryn nods back in greeting. "The honor is mine, good king."

Chrom scowls at the Sorcerer. "Hold a moment. Is it possible we've met before…"

The prince jolts like Robin zapped him with a Thunder spell. "Gods! It can't be."

Emmeryn gives her brother a glare. "Chrom! Compose yourself."

Validar shakes his head. "Oh ho, I'm quite certain I would remember any encounter with Ylissean royalty."

Chrom backs down slowly, while keeping his eyes firmly on Valdiar. As he reaches me and Robin, he leans our way.

"Psst! Robin! Jack!" the prince whispers.

Robin nods scowling. "I know! He looks just like the assassin that came after Emmeryn…"

My scowl matches hers. "It's not just the looks. I'd recognize magic that sinister anywhere. There's no doubt it's the very same person."

"And you must be Lady Robin." Validar muses as he turns to my wife.

Oh, he is NOT looking at my wife!

Robin blinks in surprise. "You know of me, sire?"

"The whole world knows of Ylisse's master tactician!" the Sorcerer replies with a grand gesture. A sinister grin grows on his face. "And indeed, I see the sparkle of wisdom in your eyes."

Have to…hold my hands…! Suppress…protective…instincts…!

Even as I try to hold myself back from bringing an explosive steamroller on top of Validar's head, the Plegian king turns to me.

"And to think I would meet the famous Captain Jack as well. Truly, it would seem Ylisse has brought every major figure to this summit today."

I blink in the temporarily lull of my raging desire to end him once and for all. "I'm famous, King Validar?"

Aversa nods with a small smile (that I think is meant to be seductive). "Why, yes. Accounts of your mysterious abilities and masterful prowess in combat have circulated within Plegia ever since the last war, as have the monikers that accompany them. Hero of Ylisse, the Reaper, Ship cleaver… You have become a man of many names, Captain Jack. In fact, your mere presence has put some of our more…unruly soldiers here on alert. They fear your being here could add tension to the point of a war being declared."

I scowl as I wring my hands behind my back. I have to pick my next words carefully.

"Rest assured, Lady Aversa. I will stay my hand, so long as no plegian points a weapon at any of us during this summit. So long as we keep this meeting civil, no blood will be spilled, and the only war on our hands will be a united front against the Valmese empire."

The Dark Flier nods. "Indeed. Let us hope it stays that way."

"But you told me you and Jack killed him, Robin!" Chrom whispers urgently.

Robin shakes her head slowly. "I know, but…here he stands – alive and well."

"My, the negotiations haven't even begun, and already so much whispering…" Validar muses.

A glance from Emmeryn is all it takes to put a stop on the hushed conversation between me, Chrom and Robin. The she turns back and gives a humble bow.

"My apologies, King Vaildar. We meant no disrespect."

Considering how tense the air feels right now, I'm impressed at how calmly Emmeryn holds herself. She, Aversa and Validar are the only ones in the room who don't look like they're on pins and needles.

"Chrom? What should we do?" Robin whispers.

"Nothing for now." the prince replies silently. "But stay close, and be ready for anything…"

"Then let us get to it." Validar declares.

A soldier hands Aversa a rolled-up document, which she unfurls.

"Plegia can offer no soldiers, but will provide 800 warships and 200 transports. In addition, we would be pleased to fully fund the campaign against Valm."

The document is rolled back up and presented to us.

"That is…surprisingly generous of you, milord." Phila remarks with barely restrained disbelief. "We could not ask for more, quite literally. You offer most all your assets."

"I would give troops as well, but our armies remain in shambles from the last war." Validar replies.

Guess what; I'm not apologizing.

"I trust the gold and ships will suffice as a sign of our commitment to the cause?" the Sorcerer continues.

Emmeryn nods with a small smile. "Of course it will. Thank you, King Validar."

"The honor is ours, Your Grace." Validar replies grinning. "I look forward to building a strong bond between our two nations."

It would probably sound more believable of the dude didn't look so evil. Seriously, this guy practically has "menacing" written all over him. Do NOT trust the evil-looking sinister man with the evil-looking sinister grin and who is part of the clearly-evil, sinister, dragon-worshipping cult!

Nevertheless, Emmeryn nods in agreement. "As do I. Then, if there is nothing else? We need to hurry back to Port Ferox."

"Oh, so soon?" Aversa interjects. "But I have one more introduction to make."

Emmeryn gives the Dark Flier a curious look. "…Yes? And who would that be?"

"A hierophant, the highest of her order in all Plegia." Validar declares proudly.

The soldier from before returns with a third person, this one garbed in a black coat with purple markings and with the cowl raised over her head. You're not fooling me, hierophant. I know exactly who you are.

"…So you lead the people in worship?" Robin asks curiously. "We were just discussing religion earlier…"

The figure remains silent, seemingly content at merely looking at us.

Robin raises an eyebrow. "…I'm sorry, have I said something to offend you?"

"…The heart still sleeps, but the blood flows through it." the hierophant whispers, barely enough for us to hear. "And the blood is strong."

Robin blinks bemused. "…Huh? Beg pardon, were you talking to me?"

At this point, Frederick steps into the conversation with a displeased frown. "Good hierophant, I would ask you lower your cowl. In Ylisse, it is a courtesy expected of one in the presence of royalty."

Oh, yeah. Frederick was pretty upset when I returned to the palace with my own head covered under the hood of my cloak. As strict with the details as always.

"…You are a long way from Ylisse, sir." the hierophant replies. "But very well."

The figure reaches up for her cowl. The face revealed underneath shocks my companions. Right in front of us stands a person who looks just like Robin. Let's see…


Robin (?) Lvl: ? Class: ?
A person who bears a resemblance to the Robin of Ylisse so uncanny, they just about look identical. While little is known about this woman, she holds a high station in Plegia as the most revered hierophant in the country.
You can sense something sinister lurking within her eyes…

Titles:
Grand hierophant of Plegia (+ 50 % CHAR in Plegia)
V*-s
εl *f -r-' (?)

HP: ?
MP: ?
STR: ?
VIT: ?
DEX: ?
INT: ?
WIS: ?
CHAR: ?
LUCK: ?

Items:
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Ugh. Not only is the information gained from Observe scarce at best, the more I try to analyze her, the more of a throbbing headache I get. Some of the text looks more like corrupted data than proper game coding.

The Plegian Robin regards us impassively. "Is that better?"

My wife looks at the hierophant wide-eyed. "What?!"

Chrom looks like his jaw hangs loose. "By the gods!"

Emmeryn looks at my wife. Then at the hierophant. Robin. Hierophant. The exalt looks visibly disturbed. "But…how is this possible?"

"She looks just like…me." Robin concludes off-kilter.

I take a closer look at the Robin standing on the Plegian side. Hmm… I have to correct you there, hon. As much as that hierophant resembles you, I can spot a few important differences. For one, she has a few small wrinkles under her eyes, which suggests she's older than you. And if I'm not mistaken, her hips are slightly wider, likely due to childbirth.

I should know about those details, after all the nights I've spent holding you close, looking at your face for hours on end and exploring every facet of your body – and I mean every facet (Nii hee hee hee~).

"My name is Robin." the hierophant introduces herself. "Oh, and that was YOUR name as well, wasn't it? What a strange coincidence…"

Validar rubs his chin (You can't hide that knowing grin from me, you snake!). "Why that IS rather curious, now that you mention it… What are the odds?" The Sorcerer shrugs. "In any case, I believe we are finished here. We shall let you be on your w-"

"Hold just a moment!" Chrom shouts.

Emmeryn grabs his shoulder. "Chrom, calm yourself!"

Aversa tilts her head slightly to the side. "Milord?"

"What is the meaning of this?" Chrom asks demandingly. "Why do your hierophant and Robin-"

"I'm afraid we've no time for such trivial matters now, Prince Chrom." Aversa interrupts smiling. "We have aid preparations to attend to, and you have a long, hard journey ahead…"

Wait… Was that meant to be a double entendre?

"Oh, and do be careful on your way back to Port Ferox." the Dark Flier continues. "This time of year the highroads of Plegia can be quite treacherous…"

While still looking shaken, Emmeryn bows to the gathered plegians. "I thank you for your advice, Lady Aversa. We will remain on guard on our journey. Until we meet again."

A pair of Plegian soldiers approach to escort us out of the building. Before I turn to leave, I notice the Robin on the Plegian side glance at me. We only made eye contact for a brief moment, but that moment stirred something in me – a strange mix of feelings. Despair? Pain? Regret? I know for a fact that that hierophant isn't anyone I should be familiar with, so why did eye contact between us stir up such strong and dark emotions within me? Even as we leave, that question is just another troubling thought raging in my mind. I clench my hands and scowl at no one in particular as I think back on how Aversa described me. There was a detail in her words that take priority in my mind;

I've never disclosed my "Reaper" title to anyone in this world – not even Robin. So how in the world did Aversa learn about it? I can only think of one answer; the Grimleal have an outside source, most likely from one of the Outrealms that I've traveled. That means we have interference from an outside world lurking in the shadows. There's an enemy who's also an unknown variable – and that's what troubles me the most.


Night has fallen by the time we make camp in a valley near the highroads. We'll return to the ship that brought us to Carrion Isle first thing in the morning. The ones who attended the summit with Validar have been quiet the whole time, myself included. This naturally gained some raised eyebrows from the other Shepherds. Cordelia in particular showed great concern for Chrom.

No matter how much the others asked us, however, we remained tight-lipped. I mean, how do you explain that an until-now unknown hierophant in an evil cult looks almost exactly like our chief tactician?

The questions thankfully ceased after our fellow Shepherds realized we wouldn't open up. While a bit disturbed, they simply let the matter be.

I've just finished setting up mine and Robin's shared tent. This thing is extra-large, mainly so Robin can fit her desk and a crate with writing supplies and tomes inside the tent, while still leaving room for sleeping and for being able to move around inside without any significant issue. She still takes up about half the space for her duties as tactician alone, and I'm fine with that.

After making sure everything is in place inside our tent, I walk out and have a look at our camp site. Stahl walks into the mess tent with an excited look on his face. Since he and Panne are on mess duty tonight, that probably means he'll try out a new recipe. That's something to look forward to. Since marrying Panne, the green Great Knight has gone full vegetarian, with some interesting results. Stahl turned into quite a bookworm as time passed, even giving Sumia a run for her money with how many cookbooks the guy goes through on a weekly basis. All of that, just so he can come up with new recipes that adhere to his vegetarian lifestyle. The best part? They're packed with nutrients and taste wonderful! Stahl's marriage has quite possibly paved the way for Ylissean vegetarian cooking. If he decides to retire, Stahl could probably do well as a palace chef.

Speaking of cooking, there's something that I need to check off my bucket list. I've put it off for this long for one reason, and one reason only; it involves Tharja.

Taking a deep breath and steeling myself for the encounter that awaits me, I step up to the Sorcerer's tent.

"Tharja? It's me, Jack."

"…My, my." Tharja's voice purrs from inside. "How nice of you to stop by, Jack. Please, come on in."

Gaius, I sincerely hope that you were right regarding Tharja's…flirting…with me and Robin. Because if you're not, this camp will probably be reduced into total chaos within ten minutes due to me trying to flee from a Sorcerer who needs to learn the concept of marital fidelity. And decency.

A shiver runs down my spine as I raise the tent flap and enter the purple tent. Like in her workshop back in Ylisstol, Tharja prefers to keep the inside of her tent dark, save for the light of about a dozen candles and lanterns hanging in strategic places. I recently learned that it was an idea that she and Gaius came up with together. The dark workspace isn't just where Tharja finds the most inspiration for her research, it also serves as a cover for Gaius in case an enemy enters their tent. With the inside so dark, Gaius can easily sneak up on an intruder and end them before they even realize he's there.

As luck would have it, Tharja has her cauldron set up and some ingredients on a small table nearby.

The Sorcerer regards me with a dark smile (that actually translates to genuine kindness in Tharja's book). "Welcome to my humble abode, Jack. What can I do for you on this fine evening?"

Deep breaths, Jack. There's an escape route nearby, just in case things go south.

"Tharja, you've mentioned to me in passing that the dark arts include potion brewing, correct?" I ask tentatively.

Tharja nods. "Yes. It's mostly used among practitioners who have gathered some experience under their belt regarding the dark arts. Mind you, potion brewing isn't exclusive to the dark arts. In fact, a lot of the brewing techniques overlap between the arcane and the dark. Why do you ask? Care to try your hand at it?"

I shake my head. "Not exactly. I'm more curious about what kinds of potions you'd normally brew."

The Sorcerer shrugs. "That depends on what I want to achieve. If we consider brewing practiced for dark magic alone, the brew mostly serves as a catalyst for casting hexes and curses." She raises an eyebrow. "Though, knowing you, you're after something else."

I nod. "Yes. I was thinking more along the line of brewing potions for healing purposes."

Tharja places a hand on her chin. "That's an unusual request to ask a dark magic user. Though I'm quite knowledgeable in some arcane brewing techniques as well, and they brew potions for that exact purpose far more often."

"Sounds good." I reply and dig into my bag. In short order, I pull out my Concoction bottle and some Lynel parts. "What do you make of these?"

Tharja gives the bottle and the hoof a quick glance, but her eyes stop at the Lynel guts. She reaches down and picks up the entrail gingerly. A sinister giggle escapes her lips.

"My, my… This isn't something you see every day. I can practically feel the lifeforce pulsing within. And so fresh too." Tharja gives me a pleased look. "This piece alone is easily worth its weight in gold if you find the right buyer, Jack. I'd love to learn what beast you can extract these organs from. They could enhance my hexes to degrees I never thought possible before."

I shake my head. "Sorry, Tharja. That organ comes from a beast native to another world that I traveled in my absence. What's more, the lifeforce you can feel inside should indicate how powerful and dangerous they are. Even if you knew how to hunt them down, I'd only allow it if you brought at least three more companions, not counting me. And even then, I'd only allow it with great reluctance."

Tharja pouts at my answer. "Well… Bummer…" Then she shrugs. "Oh, well. Not much I can do about it. Anyway, I assume you want me to brew you a potion with these ingredients?"

"Yes. Based on what I've learned in my travels, the beast parts that I've placed before you should be able to make a potent combination. I'd like the Concoction to serve as the base for this potion. How well do you think it'll work?"

Tharja grabs the hoof, only to widen her eyes at its weight. She lifts it up with a grunt. "Umpf. Hm… I can certainly brew something interesting with these ingredients. And I know how to brew Concoctions according to the standard recipe."

A smirk grows on her lips. I can practically see the gears turning in her head.

"Yes… I know exactly how I will brew these ingredients. Mm hm hm hm… This should be fun. Though it might take a while before your new potion is finished, Jack. And its effects might be a bit…altered with the ingredients you've given me, as well as what I already have at hand."

I nod. "Well, there's no point in rushing any sort of cooking, even if it's not food. Take as much time as you need, Tharja. Oh, and I only need as much as the bottle can hold. You can keep the rest if you want, as well as what's left of those ingredients in case you don't use all of it."

Tharja nods pleased. "That sounds like a fair agreement. Very well. I'll let you know when the potion's finished."

I give her a small smile as I turn to leave. "Thanks, Tharja. Hopefully, we'll both benefit from this."

"Oh, I, for one, already am." the Sorcerer purrs.

Yyyyeeaah… Still sends shivers down my spine.

Your relationship with Tharja has improved!


Timeskip: A few hours later

Dinner was a quiet affair, what with the two elder royal siblings, Robin and me eating with visibly disturbed expressions on our faces. It's not that the food tasted bad. On the contrary – Stahl's vegetable stew rocks! It's just that our minds were firmly rooted at what went down on the summit.

Robin and I decided to retire to our tent after dinner. Having some time alone might've been the best option, since we both needed someone close to hold us as we tried to sort out our thoughts. I'm not opposed to sleeping with her, especially since we share a bedroll. Though it can get pretty tedious if my wife has problems falling asleep, as I've made it a personal rule to never fall asleep before her.

What do you mean, I'm paranoid?

We've been alone in our tent for a few hours now, just holding each other and listening to each other breathe calmly. It's soothing, but I notice it's not enough to lull Robin to sleep. Instead, she wiggles out of my arms and crawls out of the bedroll.

I raise an eyebrow. "Can't sleep?"

Robin sighs as she puts on her coat. "I'll just go outside to clear my head. I won't be long."

I nod. "All right. I'll be here waiting for you. Stay safe."

Robin smiles at me before she lifts the tent flap and walks outside.

How long has it been since I've laid down without my wife in my arms? Now that she's absent, I feel…lonely. Empty, even. Even if I can fall asleep on demand, thanks to how my body works, doing so without Robin has become unthinkable to me.

Might as well make the most of the situation and meditate on our current situation. Excluding the incoming war with Valm, the clear elephant in the room is the Grimleal. Based on what I remember from Awakening's story, Validar's keeping a close eye on us all. If he wants to accomplish that, he needs spies to keep track of our every move. Now, what if I could send in a few spies among the Grimleal ranks in return? That should give the others a better idea of what those cultists are plotting, which should make us more aware when Validar tries to blindside us. It sounds like a good idea, but I need spies who are capable of infiltrating the Grimleal. Should I send in some clones, or should I hire outside help? In that case, who's the best option?

I've been mulling those questions in my head for a while now. Didn't expect to have so much time for it, as I expect Robin to return soon.

Actually, she's taking an awful lot of time… Did that hierophant really bother her that…much…?

It's a good thing I can equip my gear with just a mental command thanks to the Equipment menu. I'm in full gear within the first second, grab Robin's Levin Sword and the closest tome within the second, and rush out from my tent while frantically looking for any trace of my wife by the time the third second has passed.

S-it! I remember what happens on this night! This is when Validar personally seeks her out and goes Darth Vader on her! And I let her walk off unarmed and all on her own! How could I be so STUPID?!

Not finding any trace of Robin in the camp, I try outside the camp site. Six clones appear by my side.

"Find her!" I command them sharply. My clones give the affirmative before we all speed off and spread out from camp.

Come on, Robin, where are you?! Please, please be all right!

I grind to a halt as one of my clones dispel. I turn to the left. That way!

I tear up the ground with Gale step as I hurry towards my wife as fast as I can. There she is, clutching her head while Validar stands in front of her.

"Give yourself to Grima! Let me join your strength to the fell dragon!" the Sorcerer commands her.

Harvest Moon sings in the night air as I draw the sword, shift it into a scythe and rear back my arm. If my target is too far away to swing at, I'll just throw it!

"LEAVE MY WIFE ALONE!"

*Shink!*

Tch! The jerk managed to teleport away a split-second before Harvest Moon made contact. Instead, the scythe sunk into the ground where he stood before he vanished. More importantly, Robin looks unsteady on her feet. I embrace her the moment I'm in reach.

"Robin!"

"Jack? What are you doing here?"

"When you didn't return to the tent for a long time, I started to worry. So I grabbed my gear and went looking for you. Looks like it was for the best. What in the world did Validar do to you?"

Robin rubs her head while regaining her footing. Seeing as she can stand on her own again, I let her step back. "King Validar… He… He said I was…his daughter."

"He what? Man, if that's true, that means I have the worst father-in-law in the world."

Robin gives me a flat look. "THAT'S what you're concerned about?"

I shrug. "Hey, familial ties are important. Besides, imagine the family reunions if it turns out to be true. During our first meeting, I smashed him into a stone wall. That makes for an awkward conversation topic."

Robin rubs her temples. "Jack, get serious. For one, I'm not even sure if he's telling me the truth. As much as I hate to admit it, I felt…connected to him in a strange way."

I rub my chin. "Come to think of it, that hierophant back then bore a striking resemblance to you. Do you think there's a connection there too?"

Robin rubs her head while shaking it. "I don't know. I can't remember anything before the day we met. Jack… I don't know what to think anymore. Me being related to Validar would explain a number of things." She pulls the glove off her right hand and shows the symbol of the Grimleal on the back. "Do you remember our first run-in with the Grimleal when we set out to rescue Emmeryn? The members of the cult wore robes with this very symbol. I've always wondered why I bear that symbol on my hand. The only explanation would be that I myself am a member – or at least, I used to be."

I nod. "As unbelievable as that sounds, it does make sense."

My wife puts her face in her hands. "But I'm afraid of the consequences if that were true…" She looks up at me imploringly. "Jack, who am I? WHAT am I?"

I place my hands on her shoulders. "You are Robin, the most wonderful woman and the brightest, bravest tactician I've ever had the honor to meet. You're the reason my life has turned out the way it did, and you've become the love of my life. No blood ties nor cults will ever make me think any less of you, Robin. And neither should they make you think any less of yourself."

Robin looks me in the eye before she buries her head against my chest.

"Thank you, Jack…" I hear her whisper in a sobbing voice. "Thank you so much…"

I embrace Robin and rub her back gently. This is how we stay for the next few minutes. I provide a steady point for Robin to anchor herself to, while she releases any emotion she feels at the moment. She's one of the strongest women I know, and yet, I've never seen her this vulnerable before. So…exposed. Frightened. These past meetings must've shaken her to the core.

I never want to see her like this again. I'll do anything to protect her – I swear it.

Right as Robin calms down, I hear the sound of hooves pounding on the ground, followed by the neighing of a horse. Robin and I look up to find Frederick approach us.

"Jack! Robin! I've been looking everywhere for you!" the Great Knight tells us urgently.

Robin steels her features and slips out from the embrace. "Frederick? What's the matter?"

"We are under attack!" Frederick replies. "Risen have encircled the camp!"

Yeah, it was only a matter of time before this happened.

Robin's eyes widen. "What?! But how? I made sure we posted sentries around camp!"

Frederick scowls. "They made a stealthy approach. I've never seen Risen behave like this. Either they are learning our ways, or someone is commanding them."

I match his scowl. "I'd bet gold that Validar is behind this. Everything lines up too perfectly in his favor."

Robin raises an eyebrow. "How do you mean?"

"Robin, remember when those Risen were summoned back at Castle Plegia when we rescued Emmeryn two years ago?" At both Robin and Frederick nodding, I continue. "Right before that happened, I saw Aversa pull out a strange box. When she opened it, dark purple mist spread over the entire courtyard. That's where the Risen came from." I narrow my eyes as I look towards our camp. "The fact that a member of the Grimleal could summon Risen on command is more than enough proof that Validar is behind this. Aversa openly admitted that they're both members of the cult. What's more, there's what happened a few minutes earlier between you and him. Everything points towards the reigning king of Plegia."

Frederick shakes his head. "We can discuss potential culprits later. Milord has already ordered anyone who can wield a weapon to arm themselves and fight for their lives. Come! We must rejoin with the others before fighting breaks out."

Robin pats her clothes frantically. "Oh no! I left my weapons back in our tent!"

In reply, I pull out the weapons I retrieved before I left said tent. "Here! This should be enough for now, right?"

Robin accepts her weapons with wide eyes. "Wh- Jack, why did you carry around my weapons?"

A yank of Telekinesis frees Harvest Moon from the ground and returns it to my grasp. The scythe returns to my back as a sword a few seconds later. "I feared you were under attack when I searched for you, so I made sure you would at least be able to arm yourself by the time I found you."

After making sure her weapons are properly fastened, my wife gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. You always seem to know what I need."

Frederick clears his throat. "*Ahem!* If you two are done with your romantic moment, I advise you return to camp posthaste."

I smirk at the Great Knight. "That can be arranged with ease." *Poof*

The smoke clears to show that I've transformed into Minerva.

"Hop on, Robin. I'll fly you back to camp."

Robin, Frederick and Frederick's horse all look at me baffled.

I indicate the saddle on my back. "Come on! The Risen are getting closer by the minute!"

Robin shakes her head as she mounts me. "I already know you can shapeshift, but it still boggles my mind every time I see it…" she mutters.

"Try to keep up, Frederick." I tell the Great Knight before I take off with some assistance with wind magic under my wings.

Robin yelps and hangs on for dear life as she rides me all the way back to the center of the camp. I keep a fast pace, even when she tells me to slow down.

AN: What do you mean, there's innuendos in those earlier paragraphs? Pervs.

My landing in the middle of the camp is a bit rough, but smooth enough to get the job done. As Robin dismounts me, I notice Cherche and Minerva look at me with unnerved expressions.

"No worries, Cherche. You're not seeing double." I assure the Wyvern Rider and dispel my transformation.

Cherche looks at me baffled for a few more moments before she rubs her temples. Lon'qu shakes his head as he sidles up to her.

"Get used to it. It's a lot easier that way." the Swordmaster tells her.

"Everyone, battle stations!" Robin shouts from on top of a crate. "Be ready for anything!"

I scan the camp to notice who's present. Looks like everyone's armed and ready, though two of us seem absent.

"Hey! Anyone seen Emmeryn or Phila?" I ask my fellow Shepherds.

"Phila took Emm into her tent." Chrom explains. "She'll guard her in case any Risen slip through our defenses."

I sigh in exasperation at hearing Chorm's explanation. While I understand the importance of guarding the exalt's life, that also robs us off our greatest offensive asset in the coming battle. I've been looking forward to see Emmeryn unleash Ivaldi's true power on these undead enemies, considering the ridiculous bonus damage. She could've probably wiped out the majority of the undead ranks within a minute with her light spells, but NO! Phila just has to play the overprotective bodyguard and stash our beloved exalt in a tent like she's some fragile porcelain doll!

I may or may not be in a foul mood after I learned that Validar tried to convert my wife to the dark side and then sent a zombie horde against us for no other reason than trying to kill us off.

Which really doesn't make any sense to me. I mean, if they want this alliance so we can take care of Walhart in their stead, what could they hope to accomplish by trying to kill us? That would only weaken our combat power, which in turn reduces our chances for defeating the Conqueror. Maybe Validar is stupider than I originally thought. That would mean Robin inherited her sharp mind from her mother, alongside a lot of other good qualities. Go, Mama Robin!

Frederick arrives shortly afterwards, Savage Lynel Crusher at the ready and his horse primed to charge at a moment's notice.

"Everyone ready?" Chrom shouts to us all. At our collective affirmative, the prince draws Falchion (while a convenient wind makes his cape billow dramatically behind him).

"We're up against an enemy who won't stop at anything short of death in their effort to kill us. It's kill or be killed in this battle! Give them no quarter, and don't let your guard down until we've destroyed every one of them."

"YES, CAPTAIN!"

Right as we get ready to charge, we hear loud cawing from the south.

"Wh-what's that?" Chrom asks puzzled. "A storm of…crows? Gods, it's upon us!"

The massive flock of birds sweeps in over our camp. From what I can tell from Mind's Eye, they seem to fly around a focal point – where a person is standing. Well, it was about time he showed up.

"CAW! CAW!" the person greets from within the avian mass. "Are you folks lost? Or perhaps a lost CAWs? Heh ha!"

"Who's there?! Show yourself!" Chorm shouts back. "Gods' breath, I can't see anything through all these d-mned birds!" Chrom waves Falchion around. "Shoo! Scat! Away with you!"

The crows soon disperse, leaving a single person standing in their wake.


Henry Lvl 33 Class: Dark Mage


Welcome, Henry. I've been expecting you.

"What's wrong? CAW-strophobic?" the Dark Mage asks with a cheerful smile. A giggle escapes his lips. "Nya ha ha! Oh, I slay me!"

"Not if these Risen do it first!" Chrom replies. "This is no time for japes! Hide yourself, boy!"

"You know, I thought you were all right…" Henry muses. "Turns out you're all FRIGHT! Nya ha ha! I'd wish you good luck killing these monsters, buuuut…they're ALREADY DEAD!"

"We are well aware!" Chrom shouts exasperated.

"The ravens wanted me to give you a message." the Dark Mage continues unperturbed. ""Caw… C-caw-caw." Roughly translated, it means…" Henry rubs his chin. "Hmm, now what was the human word for that again? …Trapise? …Tripe?" He snaps his fingers. "Oh, TRAPPED! Right! …They say you're trapped."

"We know, d-mn it!" the Shepherds yell collectively with tic marks pulsing on their foreheads (Were their heads always that big?).

"Gods… Where did they all come from?" Chrom asks while looking around franctically.

Henry's grin grows wider. "Well, see, when a mommy zombie and a daddy zombie love each other very much…"

"Too much information!" I shout at him. Yeesh! I do NOT want to hear the zombie version of the birds and the bees!

Food for thought: if that disturbing image really came true, does that count as double necrophilia or the natural order of things?

Gah! The images! Where's brain bleach when you need it?!

"Nya ha ha!"

Chrom pinches the bridge of his nose. "Perhaps I should save the Risen the trouble and silence you myself."

Henry waves his hands in front of him placatingly. "Hey, wait! I want to join your CAWs- I mean, I can help you!" The Dark Mage pulls out a Ruin tome from his robes. "I know magic! What do you say… Birds of a feather and all that?"

It's only now that Chrom takes a closer look at Henry. "Those robes… A Plegian dark mage? …Why would you help us?"

"Oh, don't let all the joking around fool ya." Henry replies. Is it me, or did his grin just turn slightly murderous? "I've got kind of a thing for killing. Most funny people do, you know. The two things must be linked somehow. Ever talk to a jester when he's off duty? Those guys are some sick dastards!"

I sneak a glance at Tharja. Yeah…that statement is up for debate.

I shrug. "I don't see the harm in letting him join, Chrom. I mean, it's not the first time we let a Plegian Dark Mage join our ranks."

Tharja looks at us before she turns back towards where the Risen are bound to come from. She already has a spell at her fingertips. It might've been my imagination, but I could've sworn her gaze lingered on Henry a little longer than on the rest of us.

Chrom rubs his temples. "Oh, for- Fine! Just make sure you be careful!"

Henry grins at me. "Sweet! I owe ya one!"

Lissa walks up to the Dark Mage with a stern glare. "Something tells me you have zero self-preservation instinct. You're coming with me."

"Okie-dokie." the Dark Mage replies cheerfully.

Sigh. I just hope Henry won't cause us too much trouble with his antics. He might be an even worse nutcase than the squirrels.


Quest alert:
Main quest: Of sacred blood
While meeting with the new king of Plegia went somewhat smoothly, everything afterwards pretty much snowballed into a right mess. The Risen are back with a vengeance, and all they can think about is killing you by any means necessary. Put those things down and get off Carrion Isle pronto!
Objective: Defeat all Risen, Don't let Chrom die.
Rewards: 13 000 EXP, 13 000 gold
Failure: You die, and with you, all hope of opposing Valm. Well, at least Walhart will be busy tearing the Grimleal apart for you.


BGM: Megalovania, Undertale music

We tense up as the foliage around camp rustles.

"Raagh!"

"Here they come!" Chrom shouts as he rushes to meet the undead soldiers head-on.

*Clang!*

Falchion meets Steel Sword as the prince clashes with a Risen Mercenary. The sound of two swords clashing spurs the rest of us into action, each pairing up and going for any Risen they see.

I back up until I have Robin by my side. Harvest Moon shifts into a scythe as I crouch low, ready to cleave any moving corpse in two if they come too close.

"I'll be right here with you, Robin. Your back is safe."

"I can handle myself, Jack." Robin replies as she blasts a Cavalier with lightning magic. "It's the others I worry about."

I glance to the side and see Lissa team up with Henry against a Myrmidon and a pair of Fighters. The sword wielding zombie zips and weaves between Henry's spells, much to the Dark Mage's (apparent) annoyance. Right as the Myrmidon reaches striking distance, however, Lissa gets in between them and shoves Betty in its stomach.

"You all right?"

Henry takes the opening and makes a quick chant.

"I'm gonna kill you!" the Dark Mage declares happily before he disintegrates the Risen Myrmidon with a Ruin spell. Yikes! No wonder that spell has the highest crit-rate in the game!

They have no time to celebrate, as the Fighters are practically upon them. Henry swaps out his Ruin tome for an Elfire tome and backs off while covering his escape with some fire magic. While it doesn't stop the Fighters in their tracks, it obscures their line of sight.

They barely clear the flames before they run right into Lissa's range.

*Wham!*

A brutal swing from Betty sends the undead axe wielders on a short flight before they end up in a heap on the ground. Their attempt at getting back up gets foiled as Henry gives them an instant funeral pyre and reduces them to ashes.

"That was awesome!" Henry cheers. Lissa gives him a disapproving look before she shrugs and prepares for the next adversary.

I hear footsteps closing in on me and Robin. We turn to the left and notice a Warrior run towards us with its Silver Axe raised in the air.

I glance at Robin. "Ready when you are."

Robin pulls out her Levin sword. "Then let's go."

The Warrior swings down on us. Robin and I split, each flanking the Risen on one side. I strike high with Harvest Moon, only for the Warrior to block my swing with its axe. At the same time, Robin rushes in and stabs at the Warrior. The corpse deflects Robin's blow with its arm guard and moves to chop her down.

"Hey, bozo! Over here!" I shout and sweep kick it. Its momentary unbalance is all the opening Robin needs to blast it with a few well-placed thunderbolts. I rise back up and am about to congratulate Robin when Mind's Eye spots something that makes my eyes widen.

"Get down!" I yell as I run past my wife and swipe my free hand through the air. Moments later, half a dozen arrows hit the ground around us, all deflected by my quick wind wall.

Robin's eyes widen upon seeing the arrows. "Archers!"

Frederick snaps to attention at the warning. Unfortunately, Sumia is too busy looking for more Risen to fight. That's when Frederick climbs up his horse until he stands on her back, jumps off the mare, grabs Sumia's pegasus by the hind leg and yanks.

Sumia yelps at the sudden drop in altitude. Arrows fly past over her head a split-second later. The Dark Flier looks in horror at a few strands that were cut off during the close call.

"I just got my hair grown out and pretty, and now it's RUINED?! This isn't fair!" she shouts into the night. She pulls out a Silver Lance and flies low along the ground as she goes on the offensive with a vengeful look on her face. Frederick urges his mount into action, if only to make sure his wife doesn't bite off more than she can chew.

Me and Robin have our own issues to deal with. I've taken a closer look with Mind's Eye and know where those arrows came from. A pair of Snipers lead a dozen or so Archers from atop one of the cliffs overlooking the valley we're fighting in. The higher position makes for an excellent vantage point for sniping, and those undead bow wielders exploit that advantage mercilessly! How do I know? They just. Won't. Stop! Firing those BLASTED ARROWS! But that's not specifically what's pissing me off. It's the fact that they won't stop aiming at Robin.

Alright, you undead f-ckers. Rule #1: If you want a go at my wife, you have to go through me first!

"Be right back, Robin!" I call to her before I take off towards where the arrows come from, all while intercepting any more of those projectiles headed her way.

Rule #2: If you try to go through me in order to have a go at my wife, I'll kill you!

By the time I clear the cliffside, the archers come into view.

"No one attacks my wife while I'm around." I declare coldly.

Rule #3: If you try to break rule #1, your death will be brutal!

Mana swirls in my right palm, forming a Rasengan. But I don't stop there. While keeping the rotation going, I raise my hand above my head and convert the mana inside the sphere to the wind element. The immense power held within causes some mana to bleed out, which saturates the air around the sphere. The mana-charged air compresses and forms wind blades that spin along with the sphere at a frequency that causes a high-pitched screech. That's right. I finally completed the technique that made me recreate the Rasengan in the first place – the crowning achievement of my wind mastery.

"Rasenshuriken!"

I hurl the bladed wind sphere right at the hapless zombies. Right as it reaches their midst, the technique detonates with a massive shockwave.

*Boom!*

What started as a sphere roughly the size of a volleyball quickly expands to a dome the size of a small house. Inside the rotating dome, millions of wind blades tear my enemies apart to the point that they're ground to dust. The destruction is, fortunately, contained within the dome – for a short while. The volatile wind fueled destruction soon overpowers its containment, which results in another explosion with a blast radius twice as big as the first one.

*BOOM!*

By the time the dust settles, no trace is left of the Risen that got hit with my technique.

I turn back to my wife and float down towards her. Before I sink below the cliff edge, I glance at where the Rasenshuriken gouged out a massive crater in the dirt. "To dust you return."

Just as I touch the ground, Robin approaches me.

"Jack, can you take me to the top of the other cliff side?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, should be easy enough. But why?"

Robin scowls at her desired destination. "If this Risen attack is as coordinated as I suspect it to be, there's bound to be more archers over there. Our friends are busy enough as it is fending for themselves on the ground. Any archer perched on high ground could easily get a fatal shot in while they're distracted."

I nod. "Good point." *Poof*

The smoke clears to reveal that I once again transformed into a wyvern. "Hop on."

Robin climbs onto the saddle and pats my back. "Ready."

I take off with a screech and some wind magic behind my wings, allowing me to blast straight towards the cliff side. We zip right over it before I flip in the air and allow Robin to observe the entire battlefield from a bird's-eye view.

"Jack, I need you to follow my lead." Robin tells me.

I nod. "Lead away. Just make sure you hold on tight. I'm not exactly an expert in wyvern flying techniques."

Mind's eye lets me see Robin smile at me. "Good enough for me. Now let's clear the air for our comrades."

I screech in agreement before I heed Robin's command and dive straight towards a Swordmaster. The undead sword wielder only has time to look up before I fly right by it and Robin decapitates it with a clean swing of her Levin Sword. From there, I spin, swerve and turn amongst the Risen on top of the cliff to dodge incoming projectiles, put Robin in the perfect position to blast them with magic, or swipe my tail at any undead enemy who gets too close.

Come to think of it, back when I fought Vasto, his wyvern showed that it was capable of breathing fire. Let's see what happens if I concentrate a bit.

I fly up in the air to get some safety distance, take a deep breath, and…

*Fwoom!*

Yeah, baby! I can do it too!

"Jack? How did you do that?!" Robin asks flabbergasted.

"I'm a wyvern now, remember? And wyverns can breathe fire." I reply cheerfully. The proverbial candle lights up over my head. "Hey, Robin? Can you aim a wind spell at the highest concentration of Risen on the cliff side?"

Robin pulls out an Elwind tome from within her coat. "I can. Why?"

I give her a draconic smirk. "I just got a crazy idea that might work."

Robin gives me a flat look before she sighs. "I can't decide whether I love that part about you or just find it vexing."

"You know you love me, flaws and all." I reply cheerfully. "That's one of the many reasons I love you back."

"Could you try to be romantic when we're not busy fighting for our lives?!" my wife shouts with a healthy blush.

"Sorry."

Sighing, Robin scans the battlefield before she directs me towards a small fort. Risen stand around the abandoned building, ready to march in and add to their comrades' numbers.

"Ready?" I ask Robin as we approach. The undead archers ready their bows as they notice us.

Robin flips her tome open and starts chanting.


O claws of wind.
Gather round mine palm
and gouge mine enemies
with the gale's fury!
Elwind!


The wind spell flies from Robin's hand. At the same time, I take a huge breath and blast the spell with the hottest flames I can make. The flames set Robin's spell ablaze and turns it into a mana-propelled inferno that reduces everything in its path to ashes, both arrows and Risen. As the flames die down, all that remains are the ashes of our undead enemies and the stone walls of the old fort glowing red from the intense heat.

I love Naruto physics!

BGM ends

Robin looks at the devastation in awe. "That was your plan?"

I nod proudly. "Yep. You know how you make fire hotter by adding air to the flames? I figured we could do something similar."

Robin sighs. "There you go with your crazy ideas again. How do you even come up with this kind of stuff?"

"Lots and lots of reading fairytales."

Fear the engineer otaku!

"All right! Where are they?! They'll pay for what they did to my hair!"

Robin and I turn and spot Sumia clear the cliff side with a murderous look in her eyes. Said look vanishes as the Dark Flier notices the distinct lack of hostile zombies.

*Blink, blink* "Huh? Where did they go?"

"We…kind of cleared them out around here already, Sumia." Robin replies awkwardly.

Sumia crosses her arms and huffs. "Good. That means my hair's been avenged."

"Sumia, slow down!" Frederick calls as he reaches us from the south. "Honestly, your temper has gotten worse these past few months."

"I'll have you know I can keep a level head at most times." Sumia replies.

Frederick rubs his temples. "I should have known letting you finish that last volume of "Tales of a bloodthirsty Falcon knight" was a terrible idea."

"Hey, that one was a real page turner! And it's a cultural heritage!"

Before their bickering can escalate, Frederick addresses my wife. "Robin, where is Jack? I do not see him anywhere."

"Right here, Frederick." I reply as I land. "Shapeshifting is a handy ability."

Frederick regards me for a few seconds before he shakes his head. "Your feats grow stranger by the day. At this point, I should not even be surprised." A scowl grows on the Great Knight's face. "More importantly, have you seen milord around somewhere?"

Robin shakes her head. "No. After the battle broke out, I was busy directing everyone else from the middle of the camp. Jack only left me for a brief time. Otherwise, he stayed by my side."

"Maybe we should search him from the skies. With most, if not all, of their archers down, we should be in the clear to take flight." I suggest.

Sumia nods. "That sounds like a good idea."

"Please see to that you find him quick." Frederick asks. "I should have known better than to let him run off on his own."

Sumia has a downcast expression. "Sorry. I shouldn't have strayed so far from the others."

I shake my head at Frederick's self-imposed dilemma. "Look, no one will fault you for looking out for your wife, Frederick. I know you swore fealty to Chrom years ago, but you have other loyalties in your life now. Besides, Chrom has other people in his life besides you. It's rare for him to ever be on his own on the battlefield."

With that, I take to the skies, quickly followed by Sumia. The cleared skies finally lets us scan the battlefield as a whole.

Man, the others went to town on the Risen. The purple mist that signifies that they've been defeated rises into the air everywhere over our battlefield. I notice Cherche and Minerva in the distance decimate a few Myrmidons with Lon'qu's assistance. I'm impressed at how fast their teamwork has developed. They only met less than a week ago, and they're already surprisingly in sync, if their coordinated assault is anything to go by.

Further up, at the end of the valley, I see Chrom and Cordelia double team a Risen Warrior that seems particularly strong. Must be the Risen chief. Good thing Chrom's got so much experience fighting together with Cordelia. Try as it might, that giant zombie doesn't stand a chance. It's only a matter of time before Chrom knocks it off-balance with a brutal horizontal slash. That gives Cordelia the opening to charge and impale the Risen chief right through the face. It explodes into purple mist moments later.


Cordelia has leveled up!


Chrom sheathes Falchion. "That's the last of them. Gods, I thought it might nev-"

Red spell runes appear right behind Chrom, along with paper tags floating in the air. Wait a minute! Those spell runes are Sheikah runes!

A Yiga Foot soldier appears in a puff of red smoke and charges Chrom with his sickle gleaming in the moonlight.

Our eyes widen in horror. Chrom barely has time to turn around and spot his assailant. This is bad! None of us are fast enough to intercept that ninja!

"Chrom!"

Come on! Any time now, girl!

"Father, no!"

A familiar blue figure dashes out from the nearby tree line and manages to deflect the deadly sickle slash. Before the Yiga can even react, Gradivus pierces him right through the chest from behind. He falls on his knees before he collapses face first on the ground.


Quest alert:
Main quest: Of sacred blood
It took all the way to the break of dawn until the Risen stopped attacking. Henry turned out to be a great help in sending those zombies back to the afterlife. Right as it looked like Chrom would get assassinated, a familiar sword wielding woman enters the scene and saves his life. There's a lot to sort out, and the new day has only just begun. Take it one step at a time.
Objective: Defeat all Risen, Don't let Chrom die.
All objectives completed!
Rewards: You received 13 000 EXP! You received 13 000 gold!


Phew… Looks like Temari found her and delivered the message. You made it just in time…Lucina.

"Thank the gods you're safe!" the blue-haired noble exclaims relieved.

Chrom looks at her in shock. "…You called me "Father"."

Lucina flinches. "Did I? I…" she shakes her head. "Perhaps we might speak privately?"

Chrom nods. "Perhaps we should, yes."


POV: General

BGM: I am here (Eight melodies/Smiles and Tears), Earthbound OST (There are English subs available)

The two blue-haired sword wielders walk through the trees in silence for a few minutes. As they exit the forest on the other side, the sun has already begun rising over the horizon.

The younger of the two clears her throat while she fidgets in place. "I don't even know where to begin."

"I already know you're not "Marth", though I've nothing better to call you…" Chrom replies uncertainly. "But I'll ask nothing of you that you don't wish to reveal. Whoever you are, Ylisse owes you a debt beyond repaying."

The young woman shakes her head. "Thank you, but…" A smile blossoms on her face. "I think I would prefer you know the truth."

Chrom nods. "As you wish."

"Here… Look closely, and all will be made clear."

The wielder of the second Falchion walks up to Chrom. Though nervous, she steels herself and looks the prince right in the eyes.

Chrom squints until he sees something he never expected in her left eye.

"That's the…Brand of the exalt." the prince breathes out.

In his mind, Chrom realizes that he only knows of one person in the world who bears the brand on that very spot. The prince's eye widen as he connects the dots.

"Lucina?"

Chrom looks over the woman standing before him, confused over the impossibility presented, yet unable to deny the obvious truth; that the mysterious woman standing before him is his very own daughter, all grown up. His eyes travel to the sword strapped to her hip. The proof that she's his heir. A testament of what happened to him in the future.

"You deserve better than a sword and a world of troubles." he tells her woefully. "I'm sorry…"

Upon hearing those words, tears start streaming down Lucina's face. Chrom reaches for her face tentatively before he gently wipes a tear from her eye. That one gesture of affection opens the floodgates in Lucina's heart.

"Oh, Father… Father!"

Her tears stream freely as Lucina embraces her father for the first time in years. The memories of hearing the news of his death, the constant stress from fighting for her life every day, the unbearable emptiness of never hearing his voice or being wrapped in his arms again, the untold number of tears she held back for the sake of appearing strong in front of her comrades, the agonizing longing to be with him again after all the times she saw him after she arrived in the current timeline; all of it crashes into Lucina full force. All she can think about is weeping her heart out in the arms of the one she's been longing to see all this time, and find comfort in his arms again for the first time since she was but a child.

For his part, Chrom realizes that the only thing he can do for now is stand firm and provide support as his daughter lets out all the emotions she's no doubt bottled up for any number of reasons.

After a few minutes of Lucina doing nothing but cry on Chrom's shoulder, the Ylissean princess takes a few steps back, with tear streaks still visible on her cheeks. Father and daughter stand in silence as the first birds wake up, ready to start a new day.

"Better, Lucina?" Chrom asks.

Lucina grabs her left arm with her right hand. "Yes. Father… I'm sorry. It just all rushed back at once."

Chrom shakes his head in wonder. "Father…"

Lucina's face grows anxious. "Should I call you something else?"

Chrom shakes his head. "No, it's just strange to my ear. I like it."

Lucina's face lights up in a delighted smile. "Father! Heh heh."

Chrom rubs his head as he chuckles along. "Hah! Yes, it will take some getting used to!"

At this point, Robin and Jack enter the scene.

The Grandmaster clears her throat. "I'm sorry – Chrom?"

The prince turns to her. "Hmm? Oh, Robin. What is it?"

Robin rubs her head. "It's just that…you two are out here alone, and Marth is…crying."

Jack mimics his wife's action. "*Sigh* Chrom, think about it. You're out here, alone with a young woman, and first she cries, then she runs into your arms, and now you're laughing together. You're a married man, for goodness' sake! Think of what kinds of rumors will spread among the nobles if news of this comes out. More importantly, you'd better talk to Cordelia – now!"

A few paces away, Cordelia has a minor breakdown.

"He… He promised…that he'd love me forever. And yet…now he's with someone else. I was such a fool. I should've known better than deluding myself that he would ever truly want me. It was never meant to be! Why? Oh gods, why?!"

Chrom gulps. "Um, Cordelia? I… There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this, I swear."

The Falcon Knight turns to him, fury burning in her eyes and Gradivus held so tightly in her hand that her knuckles turn white underneath her gauntlet.

"Really?" Cordelia asks her husband coldly. "Then, by all means, explain. Now. Why in the gods' name are you with another woman? A woman that I've never met before?!"

Chrom takes a step backwards before he turns to his daughter. "Can we tell her, Lucina?"

The princess nods. "Of course."

Upon hearing the name of her child, Cordelia blinks, blazing anger temporarily forgotten. "Lucina? But wait, that's…"

Chrom sighs and rubs his temples. "Cordelia, this is going to be something of a shock, but…I'll just say it: This is our daughter, Lucina."

Cordelia stands stock-still, capable of uttering only one word: "…What?"

Lucina nods. "It's true, Cordelia. I'm your daughter. Look closely and see for yourself."

Cordelia complies, only to back away with a shocked gasp as she discovers the same thing her husband noticed just minutes earlier.

"Y-your eye! It has the Brand!"

"The same Brand carried by all House Ylisse's bloodline." Chorm confirms.

Cordelia places a hand on her head. "This… This is…"

"Do you see now?"

"No, Chrom, I do NOT see!" his wife shouts. "This doesn't make any sense!" Her eyes widen as a terrifying thought enters her mind. "…Wait. Is my Lucina all right? What did you do to her?!"

Chrom raises his hands in a placating gesture. "Cordelia, please. Calm down."

"Your baby is right where you left her, and perfectly safe." Lucina assures her mother. "I am her from another time. From a time that is yet to be."

Cordelia looks Lucina in the eye. "You mean…the future?"

The princess nods gravely. "Yes, more than 10 years hence. After history takes a dark and most destructive turn…"

"But why?" Robin asks apprehensive. "What happens in the future?!"

"The fell dragon, Grima, is resurrected." Lucina explains ominously. "His roar is a death knell for man, a scream that silences all hope… Death everywhere…"

Robin blinks astounded. "Chrom? Our whole company? All of us? Dead?!"

Lucina nods. "Yes."

The Grandmaster shakes her head. "I don't know what to say."

"A tale that beggars belief, and yet the truth stands before us." Chrom comments. "She carries Falchion, my same sword. And the same sword the first exalt used to defeat Grima long ago."

"Your blade and mine are one, Father." Lucina explains. "It was…" A tear escapes her eye. "It was all I had left of you."

Chrom nods. "There is only one Falchion, Robin. I believe her."

"I see." Jack comments while rubbing his chin. "So in order to avert that dark future, you traveled back in time to prevent the events that lead up to the fell dragon's return."

Lucina nods. "That's exactly it, Master Jack. Naga, the divine dragon, feared mankind would face Grima again. In preparation for that day, she devised a ritual. That is how I arrived in this point in time."

"…So it's true…" Cordelia whispers. "You really are my daughter."

Lucina nods. "I swear on my life."

A tear escapes her eye as Cordelia's whole body shakes from emotion. Without warning, the Falcon Knight runs to Lucina with arms wide open.

"My baby girl!" *Whang*

"M-Mother!... Breastplate…" Lucina groans in her mother's (very tight) embrace.

Cordelia smiles at her daughter with tears streaming freely down her eyes. "Look at you! You're all grown up. You've become so strong… So beautiful…"

She eases up on the hug, much to Lucina's relief. "Thank you. But, well… Do you mind if I call you "Mother"?"

"Of course not." Cordelia replies as she caresses Lucina's cheek gently. "Nothing would make me happier right now. You must have gone through so much up until this point without me or Chrom to help you…" Her smile turns affectionate. "I'm so proud of you."

Lucina bites back a sob. "Mother, I…"

Cordelia shakes her head. "No more. This time, I will remain right by your side. I'll never abandon you again, Lucina – not you, nor your baby self."

The tears finally break through again for Lucina. "*Sniff* Mother…"

Mother and daughter embrace once more, this time in tears.

"Mother…" Lucina chokes out between sobs. "I've missed you…more than you'll ever know."

"Shh… It's all right, sweetie." Cordelia whispers as she gently rubs Lucina on the back. "Mother is here. Let it all out."

And so, Lucina does. She cries, she wails, and lets out all the pain from having lost the woman that she loves more than anyone else, and who she hasn't seen for years.

"I love you, Lucina." Cordelia whispers as she cries with her daughter. "I love you…so much."

To be continued (BGM ends)


Lucina's character sheet:

Lucina Lvl 25 Class: Lord
Chrom's daughter from the future, as well as his heir. Lucina traveled through time with the mission of preventing the return of the fell dragon, Grima. Lucina admires her father a lot and takes after him in many aspects, including his resolute personality. Under Jack's tutelage, she has gained skills similar to those of a fighting game character. The biggest fan of frames.
Born on April 20
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Titles:
First princess of Ylisse (+ 8 % CHAR)
Wielder of Falchion (+ 10 % STR)

HP: 4 000 / 4 000
MP: 1 750 / 1 750

STR: 31.7 (28 * 1.1 * 1.03)
VIT: 30.9 (30 * 1.03)
DEX: 42.2 (41 * 1.03)
INT: 20.6 (20 * 1.03)
WIS: 19.6 (19 * 1.03)
CHAR: 59 (53 * 1.08 * 1.03)
LUCK: 15.5 (15 * 1.03)

ITEMS:
Parallel Falchion (Equipped)
Hero-King's garb
The art of Smash (Vol 4)

Skills:

Wavedash, Lvl 43 [18 %], Active, Cost: 16 MP
A legendary movement technique from Super Smash Bros. Melee. This technique allows the user to glide over the ground like a wraith, stop on a dime, and generally improve movement on the ground while still allowing the user to maintain a solid foothold. Those who have mastered this technique have gone down in history as some of the most skilled players in the community.
Maximum range: 1.4 meters per step. Can only be performed while standing on the ground.

L-cancel, Lvl 25 [28 %], Active, Cost: 18 MP
A movement technique developed within elite circles of the Super Smash Bros. Melee community. This technique allows the user to move faster after landing from a jump than what one would normally be capable of otherwise. While it seems like a marginal advantage at first, it's a world of difference in a high-level battle where the pace is constantly frantic. Legends tell of how one master of this skill managed to singlehandedly defeat four opponents in quick succession with little trouble.
Increases movement speed by 60 % when landing. Can only be used when landing on a solid surface after a jump.

Block, Lvl MAX, Active, Cost: 0 MP
A technique that is common in many fighting games. Blocking an attack greatly reduces damage taken from incoming attacks and also allows you to retain your foothold. Be warned, however, as some attacks are so powerful that they can smash right through your guard, no matter how strong it is. Also note that constant blocking requires you to stand still, which puts you in a vulnerable position against opponents who put a lot of pressure on defensive fighting styles.
Reduces incoming damage by 90 %. User is unable to move while this skill is active. If activated with proper timing, this skill becomes a parry. Successful parries reduce damage received to 0 and stuns the opponent for half a second.

Eye of the exalt, Lvl 18 [10 %], Active, Cost: 38 MP per second
The blood of the exalts flows strong in your veins. The power that has been passed down in this bloodline has manifested itself in your eye, with unexpected results. By focusing your mana in your left eye, your perception of time slows down, allowing you to perceive movements with clarity that is otherwise unavailable to the naked eye. Also has a cool aesthetic effect in that a flame of mana burns in your eye as long as this skill is active. Don't worry, the flame is harmless. It just looks cool.
Increases reaction speed and movement speed by 110 % while active. Grants immunity to visual impairment.

Sword mastery, Lvl 43 [37 %], Passive
The sword is quite possibly the most well-known weapon in history, often being depicted as the weapon of choice by hero and villain alike or even as a symbol of power. While swords generally deal less damage than other weapons, they make up for it by being easier to wield. Increases attack speed and attack power by 215 % when attacking with a sword or dagger of any kind.


Preview of the next chapter:

Lucina: I'm happy that I got to reunite with my family, truly, I am. But we need to find my friends.

Jack: No worries. I've got that covered.

*Ten squirrels appear in a blur*

Henry: You talk to squirrels? Awesome!

Jack: And it seems we have our first target.

*Camera shows inside of abandoned fort*

Nelson: You'd better guard this place if you know what's good for you.

Severa: Yeah, yeah, I got it! Yeesh… Bossy.

Cordelia: You look like you could use some help.

Severa: Like I'd accept help form you!

Next time on Gamer Emblem Awakening:

Mafia-style oppression! It's not like I want your help or anything…baka!

Severa: Um… Though I suppose you could lend me a hand if you feel like it…

Jack: Ugh. Not this tsundere BS again!


New skills:

Rasenshuriken, Lvl 32 [24 %], Active, Cost: 340 MP
The first ever original technique conceived by the 7th Hokage, Naruto Uzumaki. By using the Rasengan as a foundation, the mana in the sphere is converted to wind element. The power within the containment shell is so immense that a small portion constantly bleeds out, forming blades of air that rotate along with the mana in the technique's core. Make sure to never shove this into the target point-blank, as the recoil is powerful enough to affect the caster as well, should it ever happen.
Base damage, first impact: 196 % of the caster's INT. Duration: 19 sec
Base damage, final detonation: 8 000 % of the caster's INT.
Element: Wind


Jack's encyclopedic corner:

Parallel Falchion, Sword, Base damage: 100, Divine
The divine blade of House Ylisse, brought through time and every bit like its past counterpart. The awakening of the fell dragon forcibly stirred the sword's dormant power, allowing the wielder to draw on some of its power in combat. However, because the Awakening has yet to be performed with this Falchion, its true power remains sealed.
Damage dealt to draconic creatures and demonic dragons increases by 300 %. Can only be wielded by one of the exalted bloodline.

Hero-King's garb, Clothing, Unique
Clothes designed to resemble those of the legendary hero, Marth. While an observant historian can spot the flaws in the disguise within moments, the similarity is still great enough that you could cosplay as the legendary king and be fully accepted within the community. It also comes with formfitting chainmail to be worn underneath, offering reasonable protection to the wearer, while still remaining stylish and comfortable to wear. Say what you will about Marth, but the man knew how to dress for battle.

The art of Smash (Vol 4), Miscellaneous, Very uncommon
A book containing tips, advice and instructions for expert-level fighters, based on the game Super Smash Bros. Starting from the instructions in vol 3, this book gives insight in how those techniques can be implemented on a dynamic battle arena. Written by the legendary Smash instructor Izaw.

Lord, Class
Born in a noble family, Lords are taught in a wide range of subjects from a young age for the purpose of leading by the time they grow into adults. To compliment their education, they are typically trained in the art of combat alongside their studies. This broad training typically makes a Lord very versatile on the battlefield, and a key figure in leading the army serving under them.
Increases all stats by 3 %. Attack damage and attack speed increases by 7 % when attacking with a sword. Should a Lord be defeated in battle, the army serving under them automatically surrenders.


And here's the real reason why I included the scene with the music box that played "Smiles and tears" in chapter 12. It was all a setup for the scene where Lucina is reunited with her parents. I've had this idea for quite some time, since the lyrics in the clip that accompanies it seem to fit Lucina's life very well. If that scene reduced you to tears, well… Crying is a healthy emotional outlet when your emotions run strong.

Hey, who left this bowl of onions here?!

Henry is probably my favorite 1st-gen Shepherd for a number of reasons.
First off, this guy is hilarious! Not only can he launch crow-themed puns just about whenever he likes as if he's Sans's apprentice, he can come up with all manner of crazy, random stuff just because he feels like it. That's if you keep things in canon. Of course, you're free to take this one step further when writing fanfiction and just let the laws of chaos guide this happy-go-lucky Dark Mage to just about any crazy idea you can think of, and it would
still probably fit his character. Henry's just that funny. It only gets funnier when he displays his skill in dark magic in his support convos. While Tharja typically does things by the book, Henry just wings it (awesome pun intended). Like the time when he throws a curse right back at the caster, even when he doesn't even know who cast it in the first place, which just baffles Tharja. Or the time when he repairs a stack of broken bowls to lift Sumia's spirits, only to tell her they'll be broken again the next morning. Seriously, comparing the two resident Dark Mages is like a clash of Galaxy Brain versus Ultra Instinct.
Second, as mentioned above, is his personality. He's cheerful by default, to the point that Olivia drives herself crazy when trying to make him show any emotion other than joy, which only proves Henry's point when he calls her a "crazy lady". However, behind that cheerful smile hides a murderous spell slinger whose ultimate goal is trying to kill his enemies in the most violent and gruesome way possible, all while giggling like a kid on drugs (I did
not need that image in my head, but I did it anyway). From what I could find out, this isn't because Henry's evil by nature – it's just a lack of upbringing in human settlements. Henry hints time and again that he's so familiar with animals because he grew up with them, instead of humans. As such, his knowledge in how human society works is limited. Sure, he knows the basics, but the finer points of social dynamics seem to be uncharted territory for him.
Third is how he works gameplay-wise. If we go by starting class alone, Henry works as an interesting alternative to Tharja. While both Dark Mages have decent enough magic growth, they tend to emphasize one other stat at the expense of another. While Tharja tends to emphasize Speed over Skill, Henry does the opposite, which could ultimately affect which tomes they're more comfortable with using. But if we start adding Second Seals into the mix, Henry brings a very interesting combination of classes to the table. His access to Thief deserves some extra spotlight, as it gives him the hit-or-miss skill Acrobat. Combined with the fact that he can promote to a Dark Knight, this makes Henry one of the few characters who can become a mounted ground unit who can utilize their mobility to its fullest potential, since he can have a skill that nullifies movement penalties. And all of that potential is passed down to his child if he gets married. This is where Barbarian becomes important; if Henry's child is a daughter, that Barbarian class turns into Troubadour, which can promote to a Valkyrie. In other words, Henry can pass on both Acrobat and up to two mounted classes to his child, depending on who he marries! Sure, Vaike, Kellam, Gaius and Lon'qu can pass on Acrobat as well, but the only one who can keep up with Henry's options in mobility is Kellam due to his access to Great Knight.
All in all, Henry has a lot of stuff going for him, but drawing out his full potential can be challenging, considering how late he joins. Just make sure to position him carefully. That low Speed can let the enemies double him easily in a lot of cases.

And now for what's probably my biggest twist in this fic. As I hinted back in chapter 6, Jack trained Lucina and her fellow 2nd-gen Shepherds in the timeline she came from, which resulted in the kids getting skillsets inspired from other fictional characters. Some will even show personality traits from these very characters. Why did I do this? Because this idea sounded like a lot of fun! This is also where I take the references and crank them up to eleven. Let the presentation of crazy training results begin!

But before that, you'll need to excuse me. I need to cry in my corner after writing that emotional ending scene. Good thing I stocked up on tissue boxes.

Please rate and review (when you're done weeping yourselves). VipeR out.