A/N: Thank you, people, for the views!
Silvermane1, I don't know if you realize, but you reminded me this story existed the other day and I was able to update twice! Now I have another chapter! Yay!
It was already looking to be a very dreary day when Robin woke up to rain pounding on the roof of his admittedly slightly dilapidated house. He had been gone for five years after all. He sighed as he got up from his warm bed and looked out of the window to see rain steadily pouring down from the heavens.
"The Norns have already forsaken me…" He muttered as he turned from the window and walked over to his leather bag where he stashed food and his tome so that he was not unarmed. He would not be using his usual Asgardian/Jotun magic because it could easily be tracked, especially if his oaf of a brother had enlisted Earth's so-called 'Mightiest Heroes'.
He had decided to leave early that morning and was in the process of leaving his house when he thought about something. He remembered the sword that he had been gifted by his mother when he was still training. His now-deceased mother. Running in, he grabbed it and rushed out again, leaving before the sun could peak its first rays over the horizon.
It was already equalling out to be a poor day. The rain finally let up around midday when he was about a quarter of the way through the desert town he had grown up in. The kingdom of Plegia was not one of the greatest places to live if you were a farmer accustomed to constant flourishing.
Time passed slowly as the blonde trudged on through the dirt and sand, occasionally hiding from bandits when they happened to pass by, hours turned into days. By the time he had made it through the border, two weeks had passed since his initial start of the journey.
Robin had managed to learn from a passing traveller that there was a town a little over three days away, which he was immensely grateful for, he had run out of food a while ago, and now was steadily starving. He hadn't eaten in days, so he was already a little bit weak.
This was not a very good thing. Two and a half days later, just a little ways from the village, Robin ran into a problem. A figure in a dark robe resembling his own suddenly appeared before him. The blonde knew something was wrong at this point and quickly began to draw his sword.
Before he could though, the figure was reaching towards him, an orb of energy in one hand as they gripped his jacket with the other. Robin felt his energy being drained and his vision began to grow blurry, black dots appearing in his field of vision before growing ever larger until he had passed out.
"What a pity... You aren't quite strong enough yet." A voice stated, coming from the figure. "I'll be waiting...till then…"
Robin found himself trapped in a dream of some sort, a vision. There was a man with a weird marking on his arm, with blue hair. He knew him. He didn't know how, but he knew him.
A man with purple looking skin was standing in front of them, attacking them. He is blasting magical attacks at them one by one and they seem to be barely dodging it. The blue-haired male was attacking the villain with a rather ornate looking sword. The purple man suddenly disappeared while the blue guy shouted.
"Up there!" He said, pointing, while Robin found himself moving unwillingly to attack the man who seemed to now be floating in the air. He just missed him as the man teleported back over to the other guy and attacked.
"You fool!" He shouted, stunning the man and readying to attack him. "Now die!" He flung a ball of magical energy, a foreboding shade of purple, towards the man. Chrom.
Robin quickly flung an attack of his own, intercepting and saving Chrom while the attacker grunted, impressed. The two regrouped and hid behind a pillar.
"This is it! Our final battle!" Blue-guy said. "You're one of us, Robin, and no "destiny" can change that. Now let's kill this dastard and be done with it!" He continued, readying his sword to attack.
"We have to get closer, let's move!" He said as they began moving forward stealthily. The room was filled with smoke that made visibility fairly poor.
"Hahaha, why do you resist?!" The purple man shouted as he searched the large room for them. Once the two were closer, Chrom spoke again.
"Good, he's almost within reach. Let's move in and strike!" He said, running forward. Robin followed quickly as they simultaneously attacked the tall figure.
"Gya ha ha! Fools! Struggle all you want! You cannot unwrite what is already written!" He shouted at them as the battle recommenced. Finally, he collapsed as though defeated.
"...This isn't over! Damn you both!" The man said as he threw off one final attack towards Chrom. Robin, still unsure as to how he knew this mans name, pushed him aside as his vision was filled with white. He collapsed and Chrom ran over to him as the smoke cleared from the attack.
"Are you all right? That's the end of him. Thanks to you we carried the day. We can rest easy now." He spoke to him, helping the wounded Robin up. "At long last…" He finished as Robin felt a throbbing headache forming, his vision beginning to grow red and bloodshot, which Chrom seemed to notice.
"...What's wrong? Hey, hang on—" He was cut off by Robin losing control of his body and stabbing him with a bolt of lightning. His vision returned to normal as he looked at his hand in horror, crackling with electricity, and then back to Chrom.
"This is not your— your fault... Promise me you'll escape from this place... Please, go…" He muttered, sweat upon his brow as he fell to his knees before falling altogether, dead. Robin backed away, his vision going dark as evil laughter was heard in the back of his mind.