Old Man Chrom (OBSOLETE)

by Velosaurus

Nobody knows what happened the day the Shepherds fell. All anyone knows is that they were all killed and Grima won. What happened to Chrom is the biggest mystery of all. For 30 years no one has heard hide nor hair of him, and in his place is an old man that must embark on a trip across the continent to preserve what little he still has. Get ready for the ride of your life, Chrom.

39. The Shepherds

"Where exactly are we going?"

Chrom sat next to Pheros as their carriage made its way along a notably paved road. Most caravans moving through the badlands simply made their way through the sand and shale, occasionally following the tracks of other caravans if they hadn't yet been blown away by the wind. Wherever they were going had to be important if it actually had a paved road leading to it. Pheros stared ahead for several seconds, occasionally giving Chrom side glances to see if he was still looking at her before finally sighing and turning to him. "You'll see."

"I don't exactly trust you. I'd like to know."

"You'll want to see this for yourself. Gaius agrees, and you trust him. Don't you?"

Chrom looked to the back of the carriage Pheros had employed to transport them. Gaius was looking out over the badlands, a solemn expression on his face. "You wouldn't want to go if we told you, Blue, but I think you should see this. It's… powerful."

Chrom turned back to Pheros. "And why do you want me to see it?"

Pheros thought for a few seconds. "When Walhart was preparing for his war with Ylisse, he considered you and the Shepherds as one of his greatest threats. He studied you, and all of his generals were told your story. We noticed something about the war between Ylisse and Plegia. The Plegians were winning until Emmeryn made her sacrifice. That was the turning point. When Gangrel did what he did, you cut your way into Plegia and defeated him personally. The loss of your sister inspired you to stop defeat Gangrel. No matter what it took. I think that if you see this, you'll be inspired again."

"Why?"

"Because you'll be reminded of what you lost. Of what Gangrel has once again taken from you."

"You don't think me a hero. Now you're saying I can help the world again?"

"How I feel about you doesn't matter." Pheros and Chrom locked eyes. He could tell there was little personal sympathy for him in her eyes, but she was also genuine. "The Arch Surg still needs you. Humanity still needs you."

Chrom didn't want to speak with Pheros again, and she was happy to sit in silence, save for when she had to direct the carriage driver. Gaius and Henry didn't say anything. Henry hadn't spoken a word since leaving Isaiah's homestead, and Gaius was equally quiet. He just sat and occupied himself in inspecting his arquebus. Originally he started to intimidate Pheros, but he now seemed to be doing it as a nervous habit. Wherever Chrom was going, it brought out sorrow in Gaius comparable to what Henry was feeling. This only made him more uneasy, but at the same time he trusted Gaius. If he was okay with it, then Chrom would be too.

Eventually the carriage started to pass by other carriages. Within ten minutes over a dozen other caravans had passed Chrom and the others on the road. This was far too much traffic to be coincidental on the open badlands. They had to be nearing something. Pheros directed the driver to a side road, and traffic increased significantly after that. It wasn't just carriages either. Dozens and dozens of people, maybe hundreds, made their way back and forth on foot. Some looked as if they'd travelled across the badlands entirely on foot. It was reminiscent of a pilgrimage. "Wherever we're going-" Chrom wondered aloud. "It sure is popular."

"It's one of the most popular tourist locations in the continent." Pheros responded. "Have you figured out where we're going yet?"

"No."

Pheros exhaled, as if she'd almost laughed. "You really did shut yourself away from the world for thirty years."

The carriage made its way through the crowds until they blocked the road completely. Chrom noticed a number of other carriages nearby, and there weren't any further ahead. Though they were still on the road, it seemed that everyone could only go further on foot. Chrom couldn't believe how packed the area was. Even the streets of Ylisstol thirty years prior weren't like this. Pheros tipped the driver and urged everyone to dismount. Chrom noticed how subdued Gaius and Henry became as the group moved towards the crowds. "Gaius, where are we? W-why does it have to be a secret?"

"If I told you, Blue, you'd turn around and walk all the way back to wherever you were when Ophelia found you, but I think you should see this."

"What is it?"

"We've been here before, Blue."

"Maybe you have, but I never left my town. I've been there for twenty years."

"No. You've been here, Blue. You've been here."

Chrom wasn't sure how to react to that, so he decided to just follow Pheros as she made her way through the crowds. It was several minutes before Chrom could even have ten centimeters of personal space, but the crowd finally dissipated as groups of people went in separate directions. Just as in Ylisstol, the area was filled with merchant stalls as vendors sold their wares to the travelers. Some sold food and drink, but most appeared to sell nothing more than knick knacks and small trinkets. These were the kinds of things individual peddlers would sell, but the stalls were large and incredibly popular. "W-what are they selling?"

Pheros walked beside Chrom. "Chrom… what you see here may be very traumatic for you, but please don't make a scene. This has all been here for over fifteen years. It's normal to these people."

"What? W-what's been here?!"

Pheros nodded to a market stall. "See for yourself."

Chrom made his way to one of the stalls. The merchant was busy courting potential customers, but the stall was so large that Chrom could easily sample the merchandise without getting in the way of the line. At first glance everything looked like normal objects. There were healing staffs, ribbons, bows, and even masks. Chrom noticed how random the item selection was, but then he began to think of how the items were related. Where he'd seen them before. "N-no. This… this can't…" Chrom picked up the healing staff. It was just a wooden replica, and yet the merchant wanted 1200 gold for it. "The hell is this priced so high?!"

"Careful with that!" The merchant barked. "That's the only thing of Lissa's I have."

"Lissa's?!" The merchant went back to his conversation, and Chrom looked at the staff more closely. It was identical to the one his younger sister had once used. It had to have been a coincidence, but morbid curiosity forced him to look downwards again. The bows and ribbons were identical to what Maribelle had once worn. The masks were identical to what Gerome had once worn. Chrom couldn't believe it, or maybe he just didn't want to, but he couldn't walk away. He forced himself to look at the other stalls, but nothing comforting was waiting for him. Each stall had slightly different merchandise, but there was always a recurring theme. Weapons, armor, trinkets, items, even entire outfits, everything was a replica of something from the Shepherds. Chrom went from stall to stall, desperately trying to see if it was the same everywhere. He continued this until he finally saw something that made the reality of the situation undeniable. A replica of a very familiar metal butterfly mask. "What is all this?!" Chrom furiously looked around, angry not just with the merchants for selling the items, but also with the customers for wanting them. "What the hell?!"

Chrom felt someone try and grab him. He was almost ready to strike if it was a merchant, but he only saw Gaius when he turned. "Chrom! Calm down!"

"Why are they selling paraphernalia from the Shepherds?! How do they even know about all this stuff?! Why have these things from our lives become trinkets?!"

"They're souvenirs, Chrom, and they're relevant to why tourists come here."

"What?!"

"This place… this is Shepherd's Folly."

"And what the hell is that?!"

"Think about it. This place is associated with the Shepherds. We've both been here. Henry has been here too. We… we were all here. Think about what this place is."

Chrom tried to fight it. He actively tried not to think about it. He wanted to block it out and leave without giving it anymore thought, but his mind pieced it together involuntarily. "No. No, no, no! No-no-no-no-no-"

Gaius spoke softly, and he tried to keep gentle but firm physical contact with Chrom. "Have… have you heard of Shepherd's Folly before?"

Chrom honestly hadn't in the past thirty years, but he remembered Keith's words. He'd forgotten since then, but it was all coming back now. "This is where Keith learned about my daughter. This is… this is… where they…"

"Where they died, Chrom. This is the exact spot where they died. Where… you broke us. We… we became legends, Chrom. People learned about what we did. Even though we failed, people saw us… people see us as symbols of hope. They've turned this place into a tourist action, yes, and they sell this stuff because they can, but people first started coming here to pay respect. To honor us. To learn about us. Heh, if only they knew who we were now."

"IS THIS FUNNY TO YOU?!"

Several people turned to look at Chrom and Gaius. "Please try to calm down! Gods no it's not funny to me. I'm just trying to say that these people mean no disrespect. Yes they sell all this stuff. Merchants are always going to try and make money." Gaius pointed towards a large crowd of people. "But people come here to see Shepherd's Folly itself. They come here to honor us. Please don't be mad, Chrom. They come here to be inspired." Gaius looked down. "And that's why I wanted you to come here. I knew you'd never agree if you knew, but I think this is important for you to see. I've seen it, Chrom. It was powerful, but I'm glad I went. Come on. We can go together."

"You tricked me into coming here!"

"I'm your friend, Chrom! I just want to help you!"

"Why do you think I would ever want to come here?!"

"I know you don't want to, but I just wanted to remind you!"

"Of what?!"

"Of what we've lost! I… I'm worried about you. I don't believe you think the world can be saved, Chrom. I don't think you believed in the girls' cause. Now that they're… gone… I agree with Pheros. If you're reminded of what we lost… maybe you'll be driven to defeat the Grimleal. Just like you were when Emmeryn was crippled. You'd have something to live for." Gaius looked down. "I-I'm worried you don't have any reason to go on. I'm worried about your safety!"

But Chrom just took the opportunity to slip out of Gaius' grasp. "I don't want to be reminded!"

"Chrom! Please!"

The realization of what Shepherd's Folly was overwhelmed Chrom. His conscious mind desperately tried to block out the memories that were involuntarily coming back to him, and he felt a surge of stress course through his body like a venom. It was poisoning him. Robbing him of his clarity of mind. Making him want to claw at his own skin. Chrom knew any semblance of peace he had would be shattered the instant he set foot in Shepherd's Folly itself. Just like with Cordelia at Nowi Falls, Chrom was so traumatized that he regarded his friend with little more than fear. "WHY?! WHY WOULD I WANT TO COME HERE?!"

"You should see it at least once, Chrom! Please calm down!" Gaius looked around uneasily, as everyone was staring now. "We can go together. You won't have to face it alone."

"N-no I don't want to be reminded, and I don't WANT TO SEE IT!"

"Please." Gaius tried to gently grab Chrom again, but he severely underestimated his friend's state of mind, and Chrom struck him across the face without hesitation. Gaius was knocked to the ground. Chrom bolted away and forced his way through the crowds before anyone could react, and within instants he was lost in the sea of tourists. Gaius waved away anyone who tried to help him up and stumbled away, clutching a red mark on his face. "Gah! Mother… argh! Princely prick!"

"I take it things didn't go well?" Pheros said dryly as she approached. Gaius shot his finger at her.

"Don't push this, crazy lady! One more word and… and I'll have Henry blow you apart!" Gaius looked over to Henry as he walked by. "Right, Junior?" Henry didn't respond. He just returned the blank stare he had since Ophelia's death. "Yeesh, Junior. Blowing people apart always brings a smile to your face."

Pheros hardly reacted to the threat. "Where did he go?"

"Deeper into the crowds."

"Then he'll see it. It's what everyone is here for after all."

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Chrom barreled through the mass of people as quickly as he could, but the crowds eventually became so thick that he couldn't even force himself past. He could only try and wedge through people, and he moved about a meter every five minutes. Though the tourists had split off earlier to browse through the various stalls, they all congregated into a single human superorganism now. This is what they all came for. Some of them had come dozens of times. Some of them travelled thousands of kilometers to see it. It was what everyone wanted to see, but it was the last thing Chrom himself wanted to be confronted with.

Chrom had gotten so used to having to push past people that he almost tripped upon finally reaching the front of the crowd. Several dozen people all knelt before a solid marble marker that rose three meters into the air. When Chrom calmed down, he realized that everyone there, especially those that had also fought their way to the front of the crowd, was taken by a genuine fervor. The people kneeling clasped their hands together or raised them into the air, chanting and whispering their various prayers. Most people didn't even look directly at the marker. Instead they hung their heads and brought their gaze down to the ground, as if they believed themselves unworthy to look right at it. Chrom had never seen such genuine worship, not even among the devout worshippers of Naga that would travel to Ylisse. The people here were consumed by a reverence for the marker. Deep down Chrom knew the answer to his question, but he still had to ask. "What… what is this?"

Chrom didn't expect anyone to answer but, to his surprise, Pheros had managed to follow him. She turned to Chrom, and the two looked into each other's eyes. Pheros spoke slowly and calmly, knowing how upsetting her words would be to him. "This is where they're buried, Chrom. A few days after they died, a group of travelers found the corpses and dug a mass grave for them. When the public heard about what happened, they came back and turned this place into a memorial. Originally they only had a simple grave, but now…" Chrom turned back to the grave. Looking more closely, he could see that the name of each and every member of the Shepherds, save for Gangrel and Aversa, was engraved into the stone. In front of the marble was a lit flame, and offerings of all kinds were strewn in front of the grave.

"The people… had this built?"

"Yes. They worship it, Chrom. They pray to it."

"Pray for what?!"

"For them to come back, or for people like them to come back. Chrom, the Shepherds gave people hope. Humans need hope. The spirit dies without it. They want things to be like in the old days, where heroes would always appear when the world needed them. The world still wants heroes. Heroes like Archangel. Heroes like you. You may hate yourself, Chrom, but if the people here knew who you were?" Pheros waved towards the people closest to the memorial. They were the most fervent of all. Such was the intensity of their praying that they were almost lying in front of the marble, but they frequently shot up and reached out towards it. Their prayers were loud, almost shouting. Some were even crying. Pheros herself was taken back by the passionate display, but she didn't allow her stoic look to break. "They'd swarm you in revelry. They'd probably crush you by accident. These people worship the Shepherds. They worship you."

"That's not what I want!"

"It's because they see you as a symbol of hope. You were the last group of people to really fight against Grima. You came closest to stopping it. You may have failed, but these people see you as a symbol that people can still fight against what the world has become. You and the Shepherds have become symbols of change. You're heroes to these people, and society wants heroes. Martyrs. People who prove that the regime wasn't completely invincible. That's why they pray, Chrom. They want the Shepherds to come back."

"Well they can't!"

"But you can."

"No I-" Chrom was at a loss for words. He couldn't effectively deal with the tidal wave of emotions coming to him, all fighting for dominance. He could barely think, and he definitely couldn't muster the concentration to keep talking to Pheros. "I-I can't. It's over! I-I can't… I can't be here. I need to leave. I don't want to be here-I-I-I CAN'T BE HERE!"

"Remember how you felt when Emmeryn was crippled? Why can't you feel like that now? Why can't you want to stop the Grimleal like you did Gangrel?"

"Is that why you took me here?! You want me to turn into my younger self, so you can use me for your army?! Don't, don't tell me how to think about this! I am not, I am not DOING THIS! I CAN'T BE HERE!"

"Don't you remember how happy you were? How much you loved them? How does it feel, Chrom, to stand on the very dirt that once ran red with their blood? To stand where they stood when their love and adoration for you turned to fear? To stand where they stood when their idol broke them? This is where it all ended, Chrom, but it can also be where a new story begins." Pheros got close to Chrom, almost whispering in his ear. "Do you feel anger? Rage? Don't you want to put the man and woman that did this in the dirt? With the worms where they belong? Don't you want to stop this regime? What about Soleil and Caeldori? What about Ophelia? What about Cordelia? Think about what happened to them. Don't you realize that loved ones will continue to die if you don't fight against them? Archangel can make it happen."

Pheros' words didn't fill Chrom with any kind of passion. Instead he became increasingly compelled to gaze at the memorial, and he eventually began to take steps towards it. No one paid much attention to Chrom's yelling before, as it barely stood out against the praying, but everyone stared as he walked towards the marble grave. There were no rules against actually touching it, but no one else got that close without kneeling or genuflecting. Chrom didn't notice. He was lost in a kind of trance, and he did nothing but aimlessly take steps forward until he was standing right next to the memorial, and by extension right next to the corpses entombed below. The knowledge of this, of everything Shepherd's Folly symbolized, was too much for Chrom to process. He couldn't think. He couldn't concentrate on any one emotion fighting for dominance in his mind. He definitely couldn't respond to Pheros as she called for him to come back. He just stood there and focused on the names engraved into the marble. Several minutes passed, but the tourists present didn't seem to be angry with Chrom. Rather, they recognized how powerful the sight was too him, and they watched in awe. It was as if they saw all of their own fascination and devotion embodied by the trance this strange man seemed to be in. Chrom read over each name several times. Every single Shepherd was remembered on the memorial. Slowly, Chrom reached out his hand. He touched his own name on the very top of the monument, and then his hand drifted down to Robin's name. His mind immediately flashed back to another point in his life.

"Chrom, we have to do something."

Chrom was a young man again. He wore the same armor he wore thirty years ago. He turned to his younger sister, who was only fifteen. "What do you propose we do?"

"I… I dunno."

Chrom looked down as he noticed the strange, unconscious man in front of him move. He smiled down at him. "I see you're awake now."

Lissa stuck her head in front of the man. "Hey there!"

"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."

Chrom flashed back to the present. If he had been stunned by the traumatic feelings that had been coming back to him before, he was paralyzed now. Still, he had a strange urge to run his hand along the other names. He slowly moved his hand down to Lissa's name, and again his mind involuntarily remembered another time.

"But I don't want a baby brother or sister!" Chrom was only three years ago now, and he slammed his foot down in front of his father. Chrom's heavily pregnant mother was in the background, but Chrom had few conscious memories of her, and so his mind made her face blurry and difficult to focus on. He could see that she had blonde hair, just like Lissa and Emmeryn, but he couldn't see anything else. Chrom's father was knelt in front of him, and he was much more detailed.

"This is just something you're going to have to get used to."

"But I don't WANT it!"

Chrom's father almost seemed to want to snap at him, but he took a deep breath and spoke calmly. "But you always wanted to be a hero, don't you? Your little sister or brother will need their big brother there to protect them. Don't you want to protect people someday?"

"Huh. I never thought about it that way."

Chrom again flashed back to the present, and he again ran his hand along another name, that of his elder sister.

"So mother and father are… they're…"

Emmeryn looked down on her brother. She was only nine years old, and Chrom was four. Just a short amount of time after Lissa's birth, their father had died suddenly. Their mother had died just the previous day. Emmeryn was clearly upset, but she put on a brave face for her brother. "They're not coming back, Chrom. They're… when people get older they… they…"

"They're what?!"

"They're… they're in a better place now."

"But what about us?! Why would wherever they are be a better place if we're not there?! Didn't they love us?!"

Emmeryn seemed to regret her exact choice of words, but she smiled and focused on calming her brother. "Of course they did. They just couldn't take us with them."

"But… what about us?! I… Mom… Dad…"

"Hey, shh. Come on." Emmeryn hugged Chrom, who let himself sink into her arms. "You'll have me."

"You won't be too busy as Exalt?"

"No. I'll never be too busy for you and Lissa. I love you, and I'll be here for you. I promise."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Sully's.

Chrom was a small child again, only three, and he nervously stood very close to Emmeryn. The children of various nobles, knights, and even servants of the palace all played together. Chrom didn't know them, and he was hesitant to talk to any of them. Emmeryn nudged him forward. "Go on. Talk to someone." Chrom just moaned and gripped his sister's leg, but Emmeryn gently shoved him forward. "Go on."

"I-I don't want to."

"Come on. Maybe you'll make a friend."

Chrom didn't want to talk to anyone, but Emmeryn silently urged him forward, and he eventually approached the other children. Most people were in a group, and Chrom was too nervous to introduce himself to them, but he noticed a woman about his age sitting alone. Chrom took out a small carved toy, hoping he could use it to start a conversation, and walked up to her. The girl brought her red eyes to him and immediately looked annoyed. "What do you want?"

"Uh, h-hi there." He held up the toy. "Uh, do you like my toy? I think it's really fun."

"Huh. That toy does look like a lot of fun." The girl just walked up to Chrom and shoved him to his back. "I think I'll keep it."

"Hey!"

The girl took the toy and returned to her seat. "What cha gonna do about it?" Chrom briefly thought about running back to Emmeryn, but part of him wanted to make sure the girl paid for it. Without any further hesitation, Chrom shoved her off the chair and took the toy back. The girl laughed. "You know what, I like you. The name's Sully."

Chrom wasn't sure what to think, but he decided to smile back. "Chrom."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Frederick's.

"So you're the knight my elder sister sent?" Chrom was fourteen now. He was very similar to his nineteen year old self, but he was a bit more fiery. "I told Emmeryn I don't need anybody watching over me! I can take care of myself!"

Frederick was a few years older than Chrom, though still young for a knight. He responded with a simple smile. "Of course, Chrom, or perhaps I should refer to you as Milord. Emmeryn has no doubt that you can take care of your own wellbeing."

"Then you're here to spy on me?"

"And whatever would give you such an idea?"

Chrom crossed his arms and only gave Frederick a side glance. "I know she's on to me. She doesn't trust me. She thinks I'm getting in the way of the pacifistic future she wants for Ylisse."

"I assure you I have no intentions of monitoring you in such a fashion."

"How do I know that?"

Frederick stepped closer. "Because I want to join you."

"Huh?"

"Emmeryn does know about what you're planning, milord. She knows you want to create a citizen militia on your own authority. She says we don't need any more soldiers, but I agree with you. Ylisse needs people to defend its borders. Emmeryn just doesn't understand."

"Really?"

"I want to be part of this, milord. I want to help. And… just so you know… Emmeryn does trust you."

"But you said she knows."

"She does, and she disagrees, but you're still her brother. She knows you'll do the right thing. She holds no distrust towards you, and she'd never send anyone to spy on you. She did ask me to protect you, but I want to be part of this. I really do."

Chrom returned a genuine smile. "Then welcome aboard. Together we can shepherd the people of Ylisse."

"Does your organization have a name yet?"

"Not yet."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Sumia's.

"Hey there!"

Chrom was sixteen now. He had been busy practicing with the Falchion, and he wasn't expecting any visitors. He quickly noticed something very unusual about the young woman standing in front of him. "Oh! A Pegasus Knight. I-Is something wrong? Is Emmeryn alright?!"

"What? O-of course not! It's nothing like that!"

"Oh." A few awkward seconds passed. The woman seemed to be waiting for Chrom to say something else, and she didn't at all realize how strange the situation was for him. "I'm sorry. It's just that Pegasus Knights don't usually talk to me."

"They don't?"

"They don't. They're sworn to serve my elder sister, and I'm the leader of a citizen's militia operating entirely on its own authority. Phila doesn't trust me. She'd never say that to the prince directly, but I know how she feels."

Chrom could see that he was right from the subtle expressions on the young woman's face. "Yeah… well… I don't agree. I think you're doing the right thing. Ylisse needs more people to protect its borders."

"Why are you here, exactly? You weren't ordered to see me?"

"No! Nothing like that." The woman seemed a little nervous, and she had to take a deep breath. "My name is Sumia, a-and I want to join you!"

"Really?"

"Oh! I didn't mean to impose. I guess you wouldn't want a clumsy woman like me in your army."

"No, it's just that no Pegasus Knight has ever wanted to join the Shepherds before."

"Cordelia didn't ask?"

"No. I've never been contacted by a woman named Cordelia."

"Huh. She was always talking about you. Anyways, I'd like to join. I really want to help."

Chrom smiled, surprised. "Then… we'd be happy to have you."

"Really?! Oh wow! You won't regret this, C-Captain!" Sumia stepped forward to shake his hand, but she tripped and tumbled into him instead. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!"

Chrom looked up to Sumia, who had fallen on top of him. "Uh, it's alright. We all make mistakes occasionally."

"Uh… it's a little more than occasionally for me."

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Nothing."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Stahl's.

"So this man is a knight?"

Frederick nodded as he opened a door for Chrom. "Yes. I trained him myself. He wants to join our cause, and he's a capable warrior… when he's motivated."

"What do you mean by that?"

Frederick and Chrom walked into the room to find a young man with messy olive hair. He was wearing full plate armor, yet he'd managed to take a nap right on the hard floor. Chrom was somewhat impressed. He couldn't sleep in his lighter armor. "Uh… is this him?"

Frederick shook with frustration, struggling not to snap in front of Chrom. "Not this of all times. STAHL! GET UP!"

Stahl slowly opened his eyes and yawned, but he shot up as soon as he noticed Frederick. "Oh! Did I miss the meeting?"

"This is the meeting!"

Stahl straightened himself up as much as he could and turned to Chrom. "Uh, heh, hey there… uh… milord? Is that right? So uh, when exactly is snack time? You guys have snacks right?"

Frederick ran his hand along his face. "Maybe this was a mistake. Allow me to apologize for this, milord. I should have known-"

"Well hold on." Chrom responded. "If he wants to protect the people of Ylisse, then he could help us. Besides, he must be a capable warrior to get through your training."

Frederick realized criticizing Stahl any further would be criticizing his own training. "O-of course, milord."

Chrom turned back to Stahl. "Come on. We'll introduce you to everyone."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Vaike's.

"Are you sure about this, milord?" Frederick asked to Chrom. "Everyone else in the Shepherds is a soldier in the military, or a noble. This man is not. We don't know what to expect."

"We'll need to recruit all kinds of people, Frederick. The Shepherds will protect the people. How can we not let them join us if they want to take up our cause?"

"If you say so, milord. I for one won't make a habit of trusting strangers."

Chrom smiled. "Relax, Frederick the Wary. We'll be fine."

"Milord may have meant that title as a jest, but I will take my duty of protecting you very seriously."

Chrom and Frederick turned as a muscular blonde haired man stepped forward. Compared to the other Shepherds, all representatives of the Ylissean government in some form or another, this man was rather unkempt looking. He held his head high, but he notably avoided eye contact with everyone present. Chrom could sense that the man held some bitterness towards them, as if he thought they were looking down on him. Chrom made sure he didn't feel anything like that himself, even subconsciously. The Shepherds couldn't just be made up of aristocrats and knights. Chrom stepped forward and reached out his hand as the man approached. "Hello there, Vaike was it?"

Vaike shouldered his axe, ignoring Frederick as he instinctively reached for his own weapon, and smiled. "Yep, though you can just call me Teach!"

"Teach?"

"Because I might just have to teach you blue bloods something about fighting! I've heard stories about this little army you're forming, but there's a problem. I'm not in it!"

Frederick rolled his eyes, but Chrom took it as a challenge. "You think you can show us a few things about fighting?"

"What, you think that fancy swordplay you nobles learn is anything like the real thing? I grew up in the streets. Fighting is embedded in my blood."

Deep down, Chrom was naturally competitive. He smiled, seeing the man in front of him as a real competitor. "Well, you'll just have to show us."

Vaike seemed a bit stunned. "You… want to spar with me? You're not just going to talk down to me?"

"No?"

"Well, it looks like you nobles can recognize a real man when you see one! Maybe there is a place for the Vaike in your army after all!"

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Kellam's.

"Are you sure another soldier from the Ylissean army wants to join us, Frederick?"

"Yes, milord. His name is Kellam. He should be here by now."

"I think we've given him enough time. Maybe he wasn't able to make it today. We'll try again another time."

"I apologize for this inconvenience, milord."

Chrom and Frederick walked out of the room they'd been waiting in. Behind them, Kellam sighed to himself. "But I was right here! How could they not notice me?! I hope this doesn't happen again."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Maribelle's.

Chrom was nineteen now, though he would be twenty soon. Gangrel had recently been defeated, and in the wake of Emmeryn's death, Chrom had to become Exalt. He had never expected this, and now he wasn't sure he could do it. Chrom was still getting used to the peace, so he instinctively tensed up as someone ran up behind him, but it was only Maribelle. The two had just been married, and Chrom was sure his wife was also having a hard time adjusting, but at least they had each other. Chrom smiled as Maribelle wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. "Doing alright, darling?"

"Yeah." Chrom returned to staring though a window in the royal palace. "I'm just…"

"You're worried?"

Chrom slowly looked her in the eye. "I'm just worried I'll never be as great a leader as her. I always thought Emmeryn would be Exalt. I'm not ready for this."

"Well, you are a soldier in your mind. Your actions say the same." Maribelle playfully took her husband's hand and gently kissed it. "But you've always cared about the people. They look up to you. You can do this."

Chrom felt a little better, and he nodded. "With you by my side."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Virion's.

"So you're a man of many talents, Virion?"

Virion was seated and enjoying a cup of tea as Chrom spoke. He took his time sipping from it before finally answering, and even then he didn't rise to his feet. "I am indeed, Prince Chrom. You've seen my skill with the bow, of course, but I assure you I am equally capable in all manner of talents."

"Such as?"

"Why I am as elegant in the matters of tactics and intrigue as I am when courting a fine young maiden at any kind of celebration, from the most refined royal ball to the most unrestrained of saturnalia. You see, my very straightforward friend, I can do a great deal for your rough and tumble band of self regulating vigilantes."

"Well we could certainly use you… I suppose. Is there really nothing you'd ask for in return?"

"That's not entirely true." Virion put down his cup. "Perhaps when this is all over, you would come to the aid of my country, as I have for yours."

"Of course! That's something we could do. Where exactly are you from?"

"All in time, Chrom. All in time."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Miriel's.

"Chrom! A word with you, if I may!"

Chrom turned as Miriel approached him, a rather stern look on her face. Chrom tried to look receptive, though deep down he was sure she had a complaint about something he thought of as trivial. "Oh, Miriel. Of course."

"There was a new structural deficiency detected in the barracks walls today. Are you the progenitor of this superfluous addition to the building?"

"Uhh, yeah. I'm sorry. I accidentally made a hole in the wall while training yesterday. I didn't think anyone would notice. I'm sure it's nothing."

"And may I see the results of the extensive testing you surely had done to make certain of this claim?"

"Well… I just assumed."

"Of course. Well, I suppose we'll just have to presume that gravitation won't pull the roof down on top of our heads which, may I add, are quite incapable of resisting the resulting shock of kinetic energy."

"I apologize."

Miriel looked Chrom over. "It's fine. I'm sure you couldn't help it. That sword of yours certainly is capable of considerable damage. The enchantment the Falchion has always did fascinate me. Are you unwilling to deviate on your reluctance to let me study it?"

"Goodbye, Miriel."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Gaius'.

Chrom readied his Falchion as he approached an assassin. "Drop your weapon, or die where you stand!"

"Easy there, blue blood. I'm not here to hurt anyone."

"...Yet you run with a band of assassins?"

"Believe it or not, just trying to make a living. I'm a thief, see? Bust open doors, crack into chests... that kind of thing. This lot said they wanted to break into some kind of vault. Nobody said anything about murder. I'd just as soon sit this one out."

Chrom hesitated, and an idea came to his head. "Hmm... Then perhaps you'd be willing to prove your good intentions?"

"Beg pardon?"

"We need all the help we can get to save the exalt's life. You appear capable, and we could use any information you have about our foes."

The man considered it. "Oh, right—those good intentions. Fine then, I'll prove my sincerity... if you sweeten the deal."

"You want gold? ...Fine, you scoundrel. Let me just—oops."

"Looks like you dropped something. What's in the satchel, mmm?"

"Nothing—candies from my little sister. I'm sure you-"

"Candies? As in, sugar candies?"

Chrom wasn't sure how to feel about where the conversation was going. At least he was confident that the man was no threat. "Well... yes. I assume they'd be sweet? But-"

"IT'S A DEAL!"

"...You'll risk your life if I give you... a bag of candy?"

"I said "sweeten the deal", didn't I? Don't get me wrong, I'll take the gold, too. Later. Unless you've got more of these. ...Have you got more of these?!"

"Um... I'll ask Lissa."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Panne's.

"I knew there was wisdom in slipping in with those rogues. Look at how these man-spawn claw at each other like savages! I will repay my warren's debt and then wash my hands of their race."

Chrom immediately turned at the sound of the voice, but he paused when he thought about what she said. "Another assassin?"

The mysterious woman that Chrom only knew as Marth stepped forward. "Hold! Panne is not your enemy."

"You know her?"

"I know... of her. And I knew she would come here tonight."

"Quite the prophet, aren't you?"

"As you say. And I swear to you, Panne is an ally."

Chrom looked back to Panne. Surely she would have tried something if she was there to attack. "...Good enough for me. All right, Shepherds! For now, we leave this Panne character be."

"Is that wise, milord?"

"Marth has earned our trust. She enjoys her secrets, I know. ...Like her gender, for one. But she's also saved our lives. Twice. And that's enough for me."

"Chrom... Thank you."

"Now, to the matter at hand: driving these scoundrels from our castle!"

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Donnel's.

"This here's where they've taken up camp, Your Lordshipness."

Chrom looked over the area. "Er…right. Thanks, Donny. Stay close, now."

"Beg pardon, milord? You don't mean…? I…I can't fight, sir! I ain't never even stuck a pig before!"

"Oh, sorry. I just assumed… I mean… Look, just stay here. You'll be fine."

"I wish I was strong as you sirs and madams! Kick that scum out single handed, I would!"

Chrom looked contemplatively at Donnel, and he thought about all the Ylisseans that had suffered under bandit attacks. Chrom wanted to protect the people, but he could also inspire the people to protect themselves. "Then you should fight and grow stronger."

"But I ain't—"

"No man is born a warrior, Donny. And farm work makes for fine training—a sickle's not far from a sword, after all. Bandits may be tougher than wheat, but the principle's the same."

"Ngh… *sniff* A-all right, milord. As you say, I'm no warrior. But these're my people. I gots to do what I can!"

"Everyone in place?"

"R-ready! *ulp*"

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Lon'qu's.

"Milord? Milady? If this fascinating discussion is over, we'd best return home. The exalt will want this news of our new alliance immediately."

Chrom nodded, happy to not speak of Lissa's admiration for Marth anymore. "Right as always Frederick."

"Hold, boy. Before you go, I have a little present for you." Basilio turned towards a man, and he stepped forward as if reacting to an order. "This is Lon'qu, my former champion. Not much for talking, mind you, but he's peerless with a sword. As good as Marth, in my mind. To be honest, I can't figure out how Marth bested him so quickly."

Lissa looked him up and down. "Marth beat him? But he looks so big and strong…"

Lissa walked towards Lon'qu, but he snapped at her. "Away, woman!"

"Hey! Wh-what did I say?!"

Basilio smiled. "Ba ha ha! Let's just say that ladies tend to put Lon'qu on edge. Nonetheless, he is capable. Perhaps he even has the makings of a khan. Consider him West Ferox's contribution to the Ylissean cause."

"You're certain about this?"

"Yes, yes. He's your man now."

"And Lon'qu? You have no objections?"

"He gives orders. I stab people. I think our roles are clear."

"...All right then. Welcome aboard."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Ricken's.

Chrom was resting after having practiced with the Falchion. He looked over at the sound of someone approaching, only for his eyes to fall on nothing. It was a second before he realized that his visitor was well below his field of view. "Uh, Chrom?"

"Ricken. Sorry, I wasn't expecting you. "Do you need anything?"

"Well…" Ricken seemed nervous, and he had to work up the courage to look back up to Chrom. "I was wondering if you could train with me? I'd really appreciate it, i-if you're not too busy."

"Well… I don't know much about magic. Perhaps one of the others?"

"Oh. I see. I just… you're right."

Chrom noticed how distraught he seemed. "Hold on. I might be able to teach you a few things. Alright, we can train."

Ricken instantly perked up. "Alright! I'll show you I belong with the Shepherds!"

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Cordelia's.

The war with Gangrel had just ended, and Chrom was walking through the barracks for the Pegasus Knights as a shortcut to the palace. Chrom felt an eerie feeling as the barracks had been almost completely empty since the majority of the Pegasus Knights were killed, but then he heard a peculiar song in the distance. He followed it to find Cordelia playing on her harp. Chrom wanted to introduce himself, but he got lost in how beautiful the music was. Without meaning to, Chrom stood there for several minutes, and Cordelia didn't know he was there until she turned around. "Gah! Prince Chrom."

"I apologize. I didn't mean to sneak up on you." Chrom smiled, but Cordelia only returned a nervous expression. "That was a beautiful song. I guess I just lost myself in it."

"Oh! T-thank you, Chrom, I mean, Captain. Milord! Heh, heh."

"What are you doing here, if I may ask?"

"I-I was just here to move my harp. I left it here since it's not exactly portable. I… I was so horrified by the feelings when I came back here that I… I… I guess I thought playing it would calm me down."

"Well that was a pleasant song. You're very talented."

Cordelia's face turned the same color as her hair, and Chrom had no idea why. "Oh gods. He's complimenting me. I'm going to die here." She muttered to herself.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing! Nothing. I, uh, are you sure I'm not holding you up? I'm sure Maribelle needs you for something."

"Yeah. I suppose." Chrom got the feeling that Cordelia didn't want to talk to him, and he had likely interrupted a very personal moment for her. "Well, I just wanted to talk. I'll see you later."

"Yeah! Heh! Heh, heh!" Chrom left, and Cordelia hung her head. "I am such a mess."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Gregor's.

"This is just the worst. Day. EVER! *sob!*"

Gregor looked down to Nowi, who he had earlier tried to protect. "Ho now, wee one! Do not make with the crying of tears. The evil people are now dead people. This is good, no?"

"You... You're right. Th-thank you. And... I'm sorry I was so mean to you earlier. I just get nervous around people who are...outside my age group."

"Your age group? Ha! Gregor much closer to your age than others here!"

Chrom looked over Nowi. Gregor's comment didn't seem to make any sense to him, but he decided not to question it. "Say, um...Gregor, was it? Gregor, do you mind looking after her? We need to press on."

"Mmm... Gregor is mercenary, yes? Maybe you hire Gregor instead. True, Gregor just finish killing former employers, but still very reliable! So long as you not try to hurt little girl, Gregor will not hurt you. Also, Gregor need steady income. ...Many angry former employers."

"You're a sellsword?"

"Yes! Very swell sword! Cost performance very high. You have Gregor's word."

"Sure, why not? You're hired."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Nowi's.

Chrom had been fascinated by Nowi since he'd first seen her. Everyone in Ylisse had heard of the manaketes, but Chrom never thought he'd ever see one. Nowi was alone at the moment, and Chrom figured now was as good a time as any to talk to her. "Uh, Nowi? Do you have a minute?"

Nowi turned around and shot up to her feet. "Alright! A playmate!"

"A what now?"

Nowi ran up to Chrom and slapped her hand against him. Chrom wasn't injured, but Nowi was far stronger than any human girl, and such was his surprise that he almost stumbled. "Tag! You're it!"

"What the?! N-no. I was wondering if we could talk."

Nowi whined. "Oh come on! I've been bored all day! I don't want to have some boring conversation."

"This is very serious, Nowi." Chrom caught his tone. Just earlier he had wondered about the things Nowi could have seen in her thousand years of life, but with that exchange he found himself speaking to her as if she were a girl.

"Well maybe we can train."

"You want to train with me?"

"Sure! Hide and seek is good for training!" Nowi slapped him again. "Now tag! You're it!" Nowi sprinted off before Chrom could protest.

"This is not what I expected a manakete to be like."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Libra's.

"You there! Who are you? Why do you fight alone?"

The figure seemed relieved to see Chrom. "Good heavens! You're Prince Chrom, brother to Her Grace the Exalt!"

"You know me?"

"Know you? Of course, sire! All Ylissean clergy do. I must thank the gods for uniting us! Oh, dearest and most heavenly fa-"

"With all respect, now is not the time for prayer—it's action that's called for."

"Ah, too true! We hurried here to help as soon as word came of the execution."

"We? Then there are more of you?"

"Alas, there were. I lost many brave comrades along the way. In truth, I was starting to doubt the purpose of my struggle... But no longer! Pray, sire, let my axe serve you and your party!"

"Your love for my sister is clear. I would be honored to be joined by such a formidable woman of the cloth."

Libra just stared at Chrom. "...Man, sire. Man of the cloth."

"You're a... ...You're not a woman?"

"No sire, Women are clerics. I am a priest. Well, technically a war monk, if you care to split hairs…"

"Oh. Yes, well, I'm... I didn't mean to imply... Well, this is rather awkward."

"Oh, it's all right, sire. You realized your mistake quickly enough. It could have been much more awkward. ... MUCH more…"

"Right! Let's stop there."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Tharja's.

"You there! Are you with the Plegians? You seem reluctant to fight."

"Death comes to all of us eventually. Why invite it early, fighting for a cause I don't believe in?"

"So... I should take that as a no, or…"

"Let's just say I'm keeping my options open. I mean, long live the king and all, but I'd like to keep living as well. And I have a bit of a rebellious streak, I'm afraid. A...dark side."

Chrom thought about what the woman was saying. She didn't exactly make Chrom feel at ease, but recruiting foes had worked before. "Then perhaps you would rebel now and fight for our cause?"

"...You would trust me? What if this all just a ploy to plunge a dagger in your back?"

"My sister, the exalt—I think she would trust you. And I'm trying to learn from her. Besides, I already need to watch my back, whether you're with us or not."

"Well, that's odd... Usually when I bring up the backstabbing bit the discussion is over. All right, then—consider me your new ally. ...For now."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Olivia's.

Olivia had been practicing her dancing when Chrom walked by her tent. The flap was open only slightly, yet Chrom and Olivia's eyes locked through it. She immediately withdrew deeper into the tent, and Chrom tried to hurry away. He honestly didn't see much through the crack, and Olivia's embarrassment made him assume she was changing. He didn't realize otherwise until she poked her head out from the tent, too quickly to have dressed. "Uh, what did you see?"

"N-nothing! Wait… you weren't getting dressed were you? I-I mean… I shouldn't have asked that! I… this is awkward. I'm sorry!"

"N-no. Nothing like that. I was just practicing my dancing."

"That's all?"

"You couldn't really see me through the tent could you? I'm sorry. I'm the one made this a big deal."

"Then… why would you be embarrassed? All the Shepherds speak highly of your dancing."

"I'd be too embarrassed if anyone saw me practicing!"

"That's a shame. I was hoping I could see it, to be honest. I've just heard so much about it."

"... really?"

"Truly… if that's okay with you of course!"

Olivia looked down, but she smiled to herself. "Well… maybe one day."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Cherche's.

"So you're fighting to free your homeland from Walhart?"

"Yes. I won't stop until my homeland is reclaimed." Cherche answered, though she didn't turn to look at Chrom. She was too busy brushing Minerva's scales.

"I suppose that is a recurring theme. Say'ri is also fighting against Walhart, and the Shepherds also recruited Plegians who didn't agree with Gangrel's actions."

"Huh? I'm sorry. I wasn't really listening. I was distracted by how adorable Minerva is! Yes you are, girl. Yes you are."

"Cute isn't exactly the word I'd use to describe your wyvern."

Minerva seemed annoyed at Chrom, and she shot a burst of fire towards him. Chrom jumped backwards, and Cherche laughed. "Apologies, milord! I'm sure that wouldn't have hurt though. If you had been hit, you'd have a cute little burn mark like me!" Cherche rolled up her sleeve to show Chrom a long healed burn that Minerva had given her. It was rather severe.

"You certainly have an interesting idea of cute."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Henry's.

"What's wrong? CAW-strophobic? Nya ha ha! Oh, I slay me!"

Chrom was annoyed by the storm of crows the man in front of him now had summoned, and he was too concerned with Risen to care about anything else. "Not if these Risen do it first! This is no time for japes! Hide yourself, boy!"

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

"We are well aware!"

"The ravens wanted me to give you a message. "Caaw... C-caw-caw." Roughly translated, it means... Hmm, now what was the human word for that again? ...Traipse? ...Tripe? Oh, TRAPPED! Right! ...They say you're trapped."

"We know, damn it! Gods... Where did they all come from?"

"Well, see, when a mommy zombie and a daddy zombie love each other very much... Nya ha ha!"

"Perhaps I should save the Risen the trouble and silence you myself."

"Hey, wait! I want to join your CAWs- I mean, I can help you! I know magic! What do you say... Birds of a feather and all that?"

"Those robes... A Plegian dark mage? ...Why would you help us?"

"Oh, don't let all the joking around fool ya-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!"

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Anna's.

"Thanks for your help. The name's Anna. Some folks like to call me the Secret Seller."

"Yes, I remember you."

"Oh? ...Mmm, I'm afraid I'm drawing a blank."

Chrom looked at her carefully. "Huh? Oh, then I must be... I'm sorry. I thought you... Wait, what am I saying? I KNOW we helped you. I'm sure of it!"

"Oh! Hee hee! You must have met one of my sisters."

"Sisters? Gods, you look identical."

"Yes, there's a strong family resemblance. Oh, and we're all traveling merchants."

"...With the same name?"

"Yes, actually. That's part of the secret!"

"Your family gatherings must be chaotic."

"True, but aren't everyone's? Still, I can't just send you on your way after helping TWO of us. So let me come along and aid you in return. I can be quite useful. You'll never make a loss with me in tow—I guarantee it!"

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Say'ri's.

"Say'ri?" The Princess of Chon'sin looked up as Chrom walked towards her.

"Prince Chrom? Have you need of assistance?"

"No, nothing like that. I just… wanted to talk."

"Oh?"

"I'm glad you decided to take up our cause, Say'ri. This isn't your fight, but still you stand by our side."

"But it is my fight. It is all of humanity's right. Grima threatens the entire world. I sit here now watching as the grass sways in the wind. The sun sips sky until it is drowning in its radiance. I am only more sure that joining you is the right thing to do. When we are strong, and when we have defeated Grima, perhaps then the world will let us be."

"Well I'm glad that you're with us."

Say'ri nodded. She seemed lost in thought. "We are dogs of war aren't we? After so much time spent fighting, the pond is now muddied and coated with leaves, but only now do we see ourselves in it. We hold dear chaotic memory. We only understand as we are ending that we never understand anything at all." Say'ri smiled. "But perhaps the world will know peace when this is all over. Perhaps we can find peace."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Tiki's.

"V-voice of Naga?" Tiki turned and smiled at Chrom as he approached. "Or should I refer to you as Lady Tiki? I don't want to cause any disrespect."

"I suppose the later is fine. I don't really place much importance on titles."

"Right."

"Is there something you needed, Chrom?"

"I… I just wanted to talk to you?"

"About what?"

"About your life. I'm sure you've seen so much. I tried to speak with Nowi once, but she's not interested in these kinds of conversations."

"I see." Tiki looked up into the sky. "Humans are always so amazed at my life. More and more as the centuries go by. Long have I tried to bond with your kind, but you always see me as an other. As a divine being, and not as a woman."

"I-I apologize! I meant no disrespect."

"Oh no! I wasn't trying to push you away. It's just that I'll never have the opportunity to really be with my kind. My civilization was destroyed long before I was old enough to really remember it. My mother left me here with humanity, but sometimes I feel so alone. I wonder. Do the others of my kind smile down on me from the heavens, or am I truly alone?"

"I… I don't…"

Tiki turned to Chrom and smiled. "But I'm glad that some humans have cared so much for me. I'm glad you accepted me, and I'm happy to be with you."

"Of course."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Basilio's.

"So just between the two of us, there are plenty of good men in this army of Chrom's, wouldn't you agree? So, er, have you...taken a shine to anyone?"

Flavia rolled her eyes. "And I'm to just start listing off crushes then like some little girl?"

"Aw come on, Flavia! It's just a bit of banter."

"Alright. Well… I suppose Chrom is quite handsome… in his own way."

Chrom entered the tent after Flavia's sentence. Flavia initially froze up on the off chance that he heard her, but Chrom didn't seem to.

"Hmph. Not exactly a barrel of laughs, is he? Always has his nose buried in those maps... Not to mention that hair! A bit much, don't you think? Overcompensating, I'd say."

Chrom crossed his arms, but didn't speak up. Flavia smiled, realizing she could have some fun. "Your turn then. What lady do you fancy?"

"Hmm. I suppose that Lucina lass isn't half bad."

Chrom's eye twitched, but he still waited patiently for the conversation to end. Flavia had to stop herself from snickering. "Really? And what exactly is it about her that you fancy?"

"Well… she's got a nice figure. Long, flowing hair. Something about that cape. And the way she handles a sword! I like that in a woman."

"Do you now?" Chrom finally spoke up.

Basilio briefly jumped up when he realized what happened. "Gah! You set me up, woman!"

"So sorry to be interrupting something so important." Chrom said sarcastically.

"Ah we were just having a bit of fun was all! Basilio has nothing but respect for women, and they love Basilio for it. Oh yes. I do have a way with the ladies."

"Sure you do." Flavia added.

"Don't listen to that old wetch. Why I'll tell you all about the old Basilio charm if you don't believe me." Basilio stepped closer to Chrom and spoke quietly. Chrom's eyes widened.

"T-that works?!"

"Sure does. You'll be drowning in women with that, though remember that the tone is very important."

Flavia glared at him. "What did you tell him?! You know what, I don't want to know. You surely are aware that Chrom is a married man aren't you?"

"We're just having a bit of fun! Why is everyone so serious?! You two need something to cheer you up! Aw hell, where'd I leave the good mead?"

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Flavia's.

"So, Prince Chrom?" Chrom turned to see Flavia smiling at him. "Have a bit of downtime do we?"

"Do you need something?"

"Of course not! I could never ask anything from you, Prince. We should all be asking what we can do for our leader! Did you notice your boots were especially shiny today?"

"I did. I thought Frederick did that. Did you?!"

"Why of course! It's the least I can do. And I have something more." Flavia took out a rather large sack of gold coins and set it down in front of Chrom. "A gift from the reigning Khan of Ferox."

"Well we are in need of funds. I'll use this to help the Shepherds, thank you."

"Or it could go to you personally. No one's going to know. It'll be our secret."

"I'd rather use it to help the Shepherds."

"Very well. It's up to you."

Chrom looked at Flavia suspiciously. "Is there something you want?"

"Well… there is a small matter we could discuss."

"I'm not going to be your champion again."

"I'm that obvious am I?"

"I'm sorry, Flavia, but I'll have duties to Ylisse as Exalt."

"I suppose I should look for someone else then. Still, I've never had a champion quite like you, and I like being reigning Khan. I'll win you over one day."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Priam's.

"I stand corrected. It seems the rumors of a hidden village were true…"

Chrom turned to Robin. "Indeed. But could a descendant of the Radiant Hero truly reside here? I still have my doubts."

"What all do you know about this Radiant Hero, anyway?"

"Only what the legends tell—that he's an unparalleled warrior from another world. They say he felled thousands with a divine blade blessed by Ashera herself."

"Interesting. Then if his descendant exists and possesses even a tenth of his skill…"

"Exactly. Strength like that could be of great use to us."

"This assumes he would even fight for you. A bold assumption, that."

Chrom and Robin turned to see a man looking at them. "Wha—?! When did you...?" Robin asked.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Priam. ...The hypothetical descendant you were just going on about."

"What? Well met, then! I'm Chrom, of Ylisse. I apologize if I sounded presumptuous. Though I see I was clearly correct in my assumptions about your strength…"

"Flattery is cheap, friend. Very cheap. So, to what do I owe the honor? A royal's come all this way just to enlist me?"

"Yes, actually."

"Interesting. But I've little interest in following someone else's orders. ...Unless they're handed down by a man who can fight for himself."

"And if I prove I'm such a man?"

"Prove it and see."

"Heh. Right to the point, I see. ...I think I like you already. Very well. I accept!"

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Yen'fay's.

"So you're not the Yen'fay from this time? You're from the same future as my daughter?"

Yen'fay nodded. "That's correct."

"I guess that makes you the only person from that time to not be one of our children. I must thank you for standing by their side. We appreciate the help."

"I didn't actually know your daughter, Chrom."

"Oh?"

"In my time, Say'ri died in the war against Walhart instead of me. I was so devastated by her death that I vowed to protect her grave at all costs. Even when Grima began to destroy the world, and even as armies of Risen attacked, I refused to abandon the grave. I lost track of how many years I spent there. Lucina tells me that Naga opened an outrealm gate to send us here. I suppose I was transported too."

"Well, even so, you must be a capable warrior to have survived all that. I am truly glad that you're fighting with us now."

"Thank you."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Walhart's.

"I just want you to know, Walhart, that we will defend ourselves if you try anything."

Walhart had been cleaning his weapons, and he spoke without even turning to acknowledge Chrom. "I wouldn't expect you to do anything otherwise, boy. You have no reason to fear me. We share the same foe now. This god of death has made us brothers."

"So you share our cause?"

"I don't share your beliefs, but I will fight with you to save humanity."

"Then you'll forgive me if I don't trust you completely."

Walhart turned. "I may not share your beliefs, but you defeated me! Remember? You proved the strength of your cause, and so I fight alongside you to share in that strength. I have no reason to turn against you."

"Then what will you do when it's all over."

Walhart smiled. "Perhaps another land will know the name of Walhart the Conqueror."

In the present, Chrom ran his hand along another name. This time it was Lucina's.

"What will you do when the fight is over?"

Lucina and Brady looked at Chrom, their expressions making it clear that they had prepared their answer. "Don't worry, father." Lucina answered. "We won't interfere in your life, and we won't interfere in the life of our younger selves either. We'll disappear, and you won't see us again."

"WHAT?!"

"It's for the best." Brady added.

"No! You're part of this family! You'll always have a place with us!"

"It's an honor just to fight by your side, father."

"Listen to me." Chrom looked Lucina and Brady in the eye, and the two almost couldn't return his gaze. "You're not dogs of war. You're not living weapons. You're my daughter and my son, and I love you! I'll always love you, and you'll always be welcome at my side. I don't want you to just walk away into the sunset. I want you to stay here. Both of you. With your family."

Lucina tried her damndest to stay stoic, but Chrom could tell he'd moved her. This only made him smile wider. "F-father."

"You'll always be my children, and nothing will ever change that."

In the present, Chrom also ran his finger over the names of the other second generation Shepherds, but he'd never really gotten to know them. He'd only heard what Lucina had told him. The torrent of memories that had flooded back to Chrom were too much. He could vaguely hear someone calling to him, and he turned to see Pheros. "Chrom? Are you alright? Get back here!"

Chrom just turned, looked at the memorial one last time, and fainted.