Author Notes: Yeah... Nothing much to say at the moment, I could say reasons on why this took a while, but in the end it's all me... Oh well, it's here now, better late than never, or whatever. I'm not going to say when the next chapter is coming out, because... I really don't know... When I have the time, I'll work on it. However, I also decided that I want to start a second fanfic. This second one has been in my head for a while, and I want to get it out there. With that said, sometimes this fanfic might not be updated for a while. Again, I'm not abandoning it, it's just a heads up to the very few who are reading it. If you are sticking around and reading whatever crap I'm putting out, thank you. Anyway, here it is. Also, I changed one little thing that I'll explain at the end. Now then, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Once again, I don't any Fire Emblem related properties, it belongs to Intelligent Systems

Chapter 3: Adjusting

Everyone had a look of confusion and shock on their face, especially Robin. After a solid minute of, baffled faces and pointing fingers, at the spot Marth and Katarina went poof in, Chrom broke the silence. "Ok… What in the hell just happened?!... Where did they vanish off to?!..."

Running out of the castle nearby, an old man started doing a little jiggy while blabbing out some gibberish. "Oh, magnificent ! *wheeze* Finally captured them…Old Hubba hondwanked 'em good, heh heh! …Not that it's any surprise to ME, mind. It is just as I have foreseed. ...Foreseen! Er... HAD foreseen? ...Foresaw? *Ahem* It's just like I predicted! ...Two down… Now I have" Suddenly his elderly face went sour. "… Too many for me to count, to go… This is going to take a while..." As the old man picked up the figures, he notices the slacked jaw people in front of him. "Ho there warriors! Is there something I could do for you?"

Chrom slowly walked up to the man. "Actually, yes there is, old timer…*ahem*..." He placed his hands on the old man's shoulders, before letting out his words. "Who are you?! And explain what happened with Marth and Katarina?!"

The elderly man didn't seem too fazed at all by the question, he simply started picking his ear before speaking. "They call me Old Hubba. Just a humble fortune-teller living here in the Outrealms… And about "Marth" and "Katarina", they're Amiibo! Phantoms of a sort…"

"Is it too late to turn back, and forget any of this ever happen", thought Chrom. First, it was going through a portal, then meeting heroes of old, and now there's ghost added to the equation, what more could we possibly pile on? Chrom put those thoughts aside for now and continued on the matter in front of him. "You mean… ghosts?"

Hubba could practically see the smoke coming from Chrom's head, so he decided to elaborate. "Um… Perhaps I should rephrase that... Let me explain in further detail… So these figurines that summon the Amiibo...they're a sort of a family heirloom. My ancestors have guarded them since… well, as long as anyone can remember. Each figure is a record of the legendary heroes of old. They do not conjure up the actual person, of course. That would just be silly! It's more akin to...a mirror image, of sorts. The Amiibo summon a replica of the man or woman, into this world."

Hearing those words said, Chrom supposed that made somewhat sense, but with that said he found another issue in this conversation. "But if they've been in your family for ages, why are they roaming by themselves?" Chrom brought up.

Hubba's face went from calm to strict in less than a second. "There exist many Outrealms, in which have their own Amiibos. Those which have been left alone and neglected for years… And because of that, they develop their own consciousness and have taken on lives of their own and started chaos! They could level entire nations! Or conquer all the Outrealms! Something must be done about it. But as you can see, there's not enough people up to the task." The old man then fell on his knees holding his hands. "Please, for the sake of saving those who could be harmed because of this, will you help get them back?" He begged.

Chrom pondered, "For the sake of saving the people, Hmm?..."

Frederick intercepted Chrom's thoughts with his own advice. "With all due respect, milord, I would remind you we still have our own campaign to consider…"

"Yes, I am aware of it, Frederick."

"Your own campaign...?" Old Hubba shot up and questioned, before exclaiming. "I mean, oh yes, of course! Know all about it. Foretelled it years ago, in fact. ...Er, foretold?" His confused face suddenly went somber, he looked down, and he mumbled out, "..Hmm… well, I shouldn't pressure you. If you have your own priorities, it can't be helped. After all, no one would care about whatever happens to a helpless old man like me anyways…"

"Ugh", Chrom sighed.

Old Hubba gestured with his hand a no signal, and mumbled on. "No, it's ok, it's ok. Don't worry about someone like me… It's a fitting fate for a lonely old man to die a lonely death… Young people nowadays are so cold to their elders…"

Chrom knew what the old man was doing, with the whole guilt trip. And it was working, damn his kindness. "No, wait… I didn't say we wouldn't help."

Old Hubba's eyes sparked up. "Oh really!? There is hope for you young people after all! He celebrated for a bit, before coming to a halt. "WAIT, I'M HAVING A VISION! It's... It's a vision of the future! And...you're there! You and your whole party!" He emphasized.

"Oh gods, here we go…" Chrom groaned.

Old Hubba did a shush signal with his hand, and scolded. "SHHH! You'll disrupt the vision!" He than started rubbing his head, and continued. "It looks like… yes, you helped me get all my figurines back! You look sooo happy that you did the decent thing and saved the Outrealms... Oh, and you were victorious in, uh, whatever it was in your world, too! But ONLY because I lent you heroes from the figures you rescued for me! Amazing!" He announced.

Chrom decided to go along and be somewhat impressed. "Heh... All right, old-timer, you can spare us the theatrics…" Although, the idea of working with the heroes of old, didn't sound too bad, actually it sounded like a dream come true. "If helping you means legendary heroes will take up our cause, that's even more reason to help out…" He admitted it. "All right, old-timer. How do we reach these other Outrealms?'

This was the first time in quite some time, that anyone had willingly helped Old Hubba. Granted he persuaded them to, but nonetheless Old Hubba was indeed happy. "Glad you asked! It's easy as pie! Merely return to the gate, choose an Outrealm, and I'll guide you from there." With the image of the Shepherds fighting legendary heroes in his mind, a concerning yet funny thought came to Hubba. "Heh, best the greatest soldiers in history. That's quite the army to take on…"

Going from decent to stressed out, Chrom held is head down. "Quite the burden, you're laying out for us."

Not wanting to scare them off, Old Hubba put a hand on Chrom's shoulder and encouraged. "Though it's not much,—I'll be there to help! ...Er, with useful advice, at least." Searching through his old mind, he thought of something. "Here's a sample: within their own worlds, the Amiibo believe they are real people!"

Instead of being calmed down, Chrom raised an eyebrow at this "Uh...How is that knowledge in any way useful?"

Shrugging his shoulder, Old Hubba stated with. "Well... I mean... Perhaps in matters of diplomacy? Or dinner conversation...? *Ahem* Never mind. Be sure not to forget that fact."

Chrom tilted his head. "Deal with them as I would real people, eh?" It was probably going to happen anyway, regardless if he was told.

Being formal, Old Hubba bowed for a second. "Exactly. I'm really sorry for asking you to do this, but I'm counting on you." And after that second of formality, the old man went back to his ways "… But, Huzzah! Ho ho, you've made this tired and bent but still attractive old man very happy… Oh, and there's no big hurry getting back all my figures, by the way. Time here in the Outrealms flows differently than how it does in your realm. You can cross back and forth from here to your world as it suits you."

Old Hubba started to walk back to his castle. Chrom figured this was the end of the discussion, so he and the rest of Shepherds started packing their things to go get some rest back at home. Just as they were about to finally march, Old Hubba tapped on Chrom's shoulder, getting his attention to present something to him. "Oh! Heh, yes, I almost forgot… As a token of my gratitude, I'll be gifting you with two of my Amiibo. "Hero-King Marth" and "Katarina, the Atoning Strategist". You all seemed to work well together. I'll entrust them to your tactician. I hope they'll be of great help to you!"

Slowly, Chrom reached out his hand, and with delicate handling he carefully and gladly took the two Amiibo in his hands. Two of history's greatest heroes in his care. He thanked Hubba one last time, and that's when they finally started marching back to the Outrealm gate.

During the walk back, Chrom's eye spotted Robin up in the front, he went up to him to tell him something he had in mind. "Ho there, Robin... Looks like we got two new members for you to interview."

On the way to his office, Robin was being pestered by a fangirl and fanboy. Both of which were holding on to him, being dragged on the floor. "How many times must I say it? No, you cannot be there when I'm with Marth and Katarina."

"C'mon! What if we just watch you guys? No wait… One quick question, and then we'll leave. How's that? Please?!" Owain and Cynthia pleaded, with all their fiber.

Struggling, Robin manage to squeeze out his thoughts. "I've got a better idea... Let go of my coat, so I can properly walk… And, tomorrow, maybe you'll get a chance to bother the two heroes… How's that?"

The two future kids turned their heads towards each other, and already had their answer. "But we want to talk to them now! We can't wait!"

Following behind, Chrom had a huge smile on his face. The sight before him was amusing. It was hard to hold in his laughter. Of course, it would have to stop eventually, so he stepped in to help out his friend. "Ok, I think that's enough. Stop bothering Robin, now... He has work to do, and Naga knows he does way too much of it… Not to mention, it's getting dark out, you two like everyone else need rest, for the battles that lie ahead…" Eying his kid and nephew, they both didn't seem to want to budge.

"And, might I remind you, I don't think I need to inform Frederick of an earlier stunt you pulled involving all of our equipment… do I?" Robin added on, while holding his chin and smirking. After hearing that, the two let go of Robin.

"Good night, father." Cynthia hugged Chrom, before heading off.

"Good night, Uncle Chrom." Owain followed the same actions as Cynthia.

Now, it was Robin's turn to smile. "Man, if I ever get a family of my own, hopefully it's not as weird as yours, my friend."

Chrom rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't worry, if it's your family, it won't be weird… It'll be weirder."

The two men laughed out loud.

After a good moment, Chrom found his composure. "Well, I suppose I'll leave you to your work now." He began to walk off.

Surprised at this statement, Robin called out. "Wait, you're not going to help me with these guys?"

Chrom waved his hand down, "Perhaps in a little bit… I don't think I can be next to Marth at this moment, he's a bit overwhelming."

Robin frowned at this half-baked response. "Gee, and I'm obviously going to be much more calm, when I'm talking to him."

"I knew you'd understand." Chrom gave a cheeky smile.

Before Chrom could completely walk out, Robin saw a problem and wanted to confirm something. He grabbed Chrom by the shoulder. "Hold one moment, Chrom. We have a little issue here, regarding these people I'm about to be in the same room with."

"Other than possibly fainting in front of them, I don't see anything else wrong."

Robin wanted to laugh, but now was not an appropriate time. "Do you not understand the situation? They are heroes of OLD... And we have brought them, to OUR realm... A realm that, might I remind you, is approximately 2,000 years after their time."

Finally seeing what was wrong, Chrom's smile was replaced with a more strict face. "OK, I see your point... That could really cause trouble."

"You think! I mean… What's my limit, do I reveal the truth? What am I suppose to say to them?"

Taken aback by the sudden outburst, Chrom appealed. "No need to get your smallclothes in a twist. Let me think…" Pacing back and forth, Chrom thought up of something. "Hey, remember how well we took the idea, of my daughter Lucina and her friends hailing from the future, and coming into our time… Well, what if we just lay it out there, that they're in the future. I'm sure they'll understand."

Robin held his chin and wondered. "Are you sure about that? Are you sure they won't break or anything?... Wait, does that mean I should tell them, that they're just…" Robin hesitated before saying "Amiibo… Replicas?" He questioned with worry.

"Stop at the future part… Who knows what could happen if we told them they weren't really who they are… Besides… We should treat them as if they're real. Sure they're just replicas, but I like to think there's a little bit of the real person within them… Even then, when you look at them and talk with them, it's hard not to see them like anyone else… And hey, if something does go wrong, I'm sure Old Hubba will handle them."

At this point, Robin was delaying the inevitable, he was going to talk with them. "Alight, I think I've waited a while enough. I'm going to talk with them… Just, one thing… When I get to the part, about where they are, I might need some backup."

For the longest time, Robin was sitting at his desk, just eyeing the two figures in front of him. Heroes such as these, in their care. He felt unworthy, even more than he usually felt. Next to the war of Valm, this was the most nervous Robin has ever been. To be in the presence of such legends. What would he say to these heroes? How would they respond?... Only one way to find out. He carefully picked the two figures up, as he didn't want to accidentally hurt it. He then placed it in two chair across from him. Robin took one deep breath, he was ready. "It's time to summon… Hear me, I summon thee, Marth, the Hero-King! And Katarina, the Atoning Strategist! Come forth!

A swirl of light started going around the figures. The small light started to increase in size, to human size. As the light grew, started to get misty quickly, but then it vanished as quickly as it appeared. Soon out of it came Marth and Katarina.

Even sitting down in basic chairs, Marth and Katarina showed elegance. The two heroes eyes slowly opened. They both eyed Robin up and down, before smiling.

Marth was the first to speak up. "Greetings, if I remember, you're this group's tactician, yes? Pleased to have met you. I have heard the old one's request to accompany you. I hope Katarina and I can be of service to you." Marth saw that, Robin looked really nervous, was it perhaps the fact that he was of royal blood? "Oh, uh… Is something wrong?" He asked, while rubbing the back of his head.

Robin decided it was best, just to speak his mind. "No, forgive me… I'm just… It's just… You're the Hero-King. To be in your presence Sire, it's an honor…" He then turned to 2nd hero in the room. "It's an honor to be in your presence as well, milady. Being a tactician myself, I've had to study different battle tactics and techniques. I look up to you Katarina."

Hearing those words, Katarina tensed up. "Please… I'm an amateur tactician, who's still in training."

Marth with an embarrassed look, pulled on his collar for a second, as if it was getting too warm. "I have been hearing some calling me the Hero-King, but perhaps you should soften your expectations... I'm just a man who was inspired to fight by the best of comrades… Anyway, it would seem you have definitely heard of me…" Talking to the man in front of him, Marth suddenly felt a surge of nostalgia. "Strange, but it does feel as though you and I have met somewhere before… You remind me of a dear friend I had. A friend who served as my royal guard. As a lifelong guardian." Marth then nudged Katarina. "Am I the only one?… Doesn't he remind you of Kris too, Katarina?"

Confused by the question at first, she decided to stare deeply into Robin. After a moment she saw it too, and because of this discovery she started fidgeting. "Now that you mention it… I- I suppose he does."

Robin looked at himself for second, before responding. "Heh. Well, I'm glad I can make it feel just a little bit like home to you… But, to be compared to one of your comrades, I'm honored… I however, now feel embarrassed." Robin blushed, while holding the back of his head.

Marth suddenly realized, he was missing some info. "What was your name again?" Marth thought back to when they first talked, and then it clicked."... Ah, Robin, correct? A pleasure."

Thinking about what Robin said about her earlier, Katarina formed a question in her head. She tapped Marth's shoulder and whispered in his ear. Marth's warm expression shifted into a more serious one all of sudden. This made Robin even more nervous, than he already was. Holding his hands together, Marth put his thoughts out. "Robin, may we ask you one more question? As the tactician, you must take a wider view and direct your comrades accordingly. It's your duty to consider what's best for all. But what if in a difficult battle, you had to choose between a narrow victory or saving a fallen comrade? Would you put victory for all above the life of one?" Marth asked with curiosity and concern. He wanted to see, what kind of tactician he would be working with. Katarina was also intrigued with the tactician.

Robin searched deep through his mind, thinking of all the battles he's been through. He shifted in seat a bit and sighed. "Sometimes… The hardest decisions require the greatest of wills and sacrifice… But, even then… If I have to go out of my way to learn and be lost in my thoughts. If I take time away from me, and most likely shave a few years off my life. I don't care… There's always another option, which is why I say, I'll find a way to keep everyone alive... We don't trade lives out there." Robin clenched his fists.

Marth nodded his head in agreement. "I see. You are a kind man. I would like to think we are similar. My own advisor, Jagen, would often caution me against yielding to sentiment. I know he was right, but it never felt proper to leave soldiers behind. I do not want to pay for my victories with the lives of subjects and friends… Although, if you had said the opposite answer, I would not hold you against it… One who can do what must be done without being blinded by sentiment. Some might call it, cold judgement, but not I… But hey, you're not that type of person. It feels nice to be alongside someone who shares my belief... Would you tell me more about yourself, Robin? As comrades-in-arms, I would know all I can of you and your plight…"

The talking went on for a while. They were really taking a liking to each other. Robin and Marth had learned they had similar ideologies. And Katarina actually felt comfortable. Enjoying each other's company they rambled on, so much so, they lost track of the time. At one point, Robin noticed the time, and decided it was a good time to wrap up the discussion.

Marth got up from where he was sitting, and gave Robin a warm handshake. "Thank you, Robin. We've only just met, but I already feel a special bond between us. When your warring is done, you must let me take you to visit my home. I'm certain my knights and comrades would take to you as well."

Hearing those words, Robin remembered something important about the situation. He felt sad. He thought to himself, "That won't happen, will it? You guys give only a fleeting identity to the soul… If only you knew the truth, Marth."

The timing couldn't have been better. As soon as Marth and Robin were done shaking hands, the door opened, with Chrom entering the scene

Upon entering, Chrom bowed respectfully to the Hero King. "Sorry if I'm intruding, but I thought it was time I make myself known and that we have a nice chat."

Receiving the bow, Marth remembered something and decided to address it to Chrom now. "If I remember correctly, you mentioned being royalty as well, correct?"

"More or less." Chrom confirmed. "I'm part of the Halidom of Ylisse."

Hearing this, Marth decided to bow in return, and in turn earning a red faced Chrom. Upon standing back up however, Marth had a questioned look on his face. "Forgive me. I've sadly not heard of the Halidom of Ylisse… Perhaps one day, we can form a partnership between our respective kingdoms."

Chrom whispered under his breath. "Oh, our kingdoms are closer than you think." He then went back to speaking with Marth. "Someday indeed…. But at the moment, we just need to... inform you about something."

"What is it you wish to inform me about?"

Tensing up for a moment, Chrom nudged Robin. "Go ahead Robin, tell him."

"Um, what?... No, no, Milord. I believe it's in your power that you tell him." Robin urgently said.

"But, as your leader. I order you to tell him."

"That's the reason it should be you, if it's so important it needs to from you."

Soon, Chrom and Robin began to bicker back and forth. Marth and Katarina raised an eyebrow and stared at the two duo questionably.

Having had enough and seeing no point in prolonging the childish argument, Robin decided it was going to be him. "Put simply… Well, the concept isn't really simple at all, see… Um… You guys… you have travelled about 2,000 of years into your future."

Katarina's jaw dropped. "Come again?"

"What?... Th-Thousands of years into the future?!... You're joking, please tell me, you're joking? Heh… heh..." Marth nervously responded.

Crossing his arms, Robin replied. "I'm all for joking, but I know when to stop… Anyway. One of our own, Lucina, she's from an even farther future. More than 10 years hence… See in her time, history takes a dark and destructive turn… The fell dragon, Grima, is resurrected. Apparently, his roar is a death knell for men, a scream that silences all hope… Death everywhere. We're all dead in her time."

Marth was utterly baffled and scared at this claim. He looked back and forth between the two men hoping for a sign that they were teasing him. But all he saw was, serious yet sympathetic looks on their faces. Either they were really good actors, or they were telling the truth. And judging from what he knows from these two so far, they weren't lying. But he still had his doubts. "That future that Lucina comes from, it does sound like a nightmare… But... I-I'm still not sure if I truly believe the whole time travel thing, it makes little sense. Never have I heard of such a concept in the books I've read... You've got to at least have some proof, right?"

"If you insist… Follow me, let me show you something." He gestured them towards the door.

With hesitation, Marth and Katarina proceeded to follow along. Robin as well, but not before grabbing a couple things before heading out. Tagging behind, they were going down the hall of a castle, at the moment there was nothing to be said. Chrom broke the silence, "This is the castle of Ylisse."

Taking a look around their surroundings, Marth and Katarina were in awe. They weren't sure if anything could still blow their minds, but this castle was impressive. Despite being a bit overwhelming, it had a very welcoming feel to it. Not to mention it's architecture, it was elegant yet simple and not too overbearing. The architecture in fact reminded them of their home castle in Altea, in fact it made the two feel at home. Their eyes wandered quite a bit, but they also managed to keep their eyes on Chrom. Soon they walked through a gate, into what appeared to be a cemetery.

Being in this cemetery made Marth feel a little uncomfortable, and he had an aching feeling on what was to come, but he decided to ask. "I-I fear the significance of bringing us here eludes me."

"Don't worry, we're just about where I want us to be" Chrom answered, keeping his eyes forward. And soon enough, they found themselves at two massive shrine-like graves surrounded by a tad smaller graves. "Marth. Katarina. Take a good look at each grave."

Facing the inevitable, Marth stared at each grave with shock in his eyes. On each grave, he saw the names of a majority of his companions, friends and family. And with the two larger ones in the center he saw Cadea's name and his name on them. There was also a bunch of offerings and such. Not only did the names shock him, but the dates as well. The dates didn't lie, it proved they travelled thousands of years into the future. Somewhere deep down, Marth was hoping that it wasn't the case, but then he would feel in denial.

Robin knew that look on the Hero King's face."I know you don't want to believe it… So, allow me to present you with even more proof. Take a look at these records, and a map of Ylisse." Robin said.

With shaking hands Marth grabbed the records. And Katarina took a hold of the map. As he scanned the records, he saw what they wanted him to see. Records of the War of Shadows, War of Heroes, his marriage to Caeda, and the combing of the kingdoms of Archanea, Talys, and Pyrathi into the Halidom of Ylisse. Marth had the face of gibbering mess trying to get a hold of themselves. Katarina taking in the map, had the exact same expression.

"I-I don't know what to say or what to feel." Marth stammered, while putting a hand to his head.

"Let me just present one more thing that will convince you." Chrom said this while pulling out his sword.

Slowly taking his eyes off the records and shifting them towards the blade, even though the sword's appearance was slightly altered, he knew it was Falchion. And now Marth's mind officially felt broken. But he needed to stay focused and calm. Even if he told that to himself, he was still scared.

"Welcome to present day Altea. Now renamed Ylisse. And if I'm able to wield the Falchion, do you know what that means?" Chrom had one eyebrow raised.

Marth pondered for a moment, until the realization came crashing into his head. His heart skipped a beat. With a shaking finger, sweat on his forehead, and a nervous look, he looked at Chrom. "You're my… D-Descendant?!

"Ding ding ding! Give this man an award." Robin interjected.

Katarina frowned at this. "I thought you said, you knew when to stop joking."

At that very moment, Marth looked as if, he was about to get sick and pass out. "G-Give me a moment to breath." Katarina immediately ran to his side. After a minute or two, he managed to hold it in and pull through. "Alright… I believe you now, I can try to deny it all I want, but the truth stands before me. I'm sorry that I've been stubborn… However, now it has me thinking… Well, all this time travel business, had me worried… Wouldn't something drastically alter time, like having Chrom not born, because I'm not where I'm supposed to be."

Good thing Robin was a fast thinker, because he quickly thought up of an explanation. "Oh, don't worry about that. What I know is, your time basically just became its own alternate reality. The original timeline still exists here and is not able to alter anything here, so don't worry."

"Ok, I think I got it." Even though Marth said this, he was still a bit confused, but decided not to push the matter, and plus he was tired.

Seeing the look on Marth and Katarina's face made Chrom and Robin really guilty. Robin spoke up. "We're really sorry, but we didn't know how else to prove it… Then again, it's our fault. We should've given you guys some time, maybe give it in little increments, and overall should've prepared you guys for it, instead of just springing it on you like that… Sorry."

Mustering up a smile, Marth responded. "No no, it's alright. We forgive you… Even if you had prepared us, I think the result would've been very similar. Regardless, at least we found out now instead of finding out later… I'm just a little sad… Does this mean… We're stuck here, and we'll never be able to back home and see our loved ones?"

Hearing those words, Chrom and Robin tensed up for a moment. And then these words popped out of Chrom. "Don't worry, you're here now to help us with a war. But, we can send you home, whenever needed."

Robin grabbed Chrom by the arm. "Uh, excuse us for a second." Turning around, Robin whispered into Chrom's ear. "How exactly do you intend to send them "home", when they're Amiibo?"

With a quick reply, Chrom whispered back. "Old Hubba, duh." The two of them turned back around to Marth and Katarina. "Sorry about that… So, yeah we are able to send you home… Would you like to now? Because like I said when you asked to join us, you don't need to partake in what we're dealing with."

Marth and Katarina looked at each other, and then back at Chrom and Robin. Taking a breath, Marth let his thought out. "Now, hold on… Yes, I want to go home. But, I'm seeing this war through. I said that Katarina and I would help you, and we will. Ending death and chaos is far more important than my simple desire to go home… We're in this together." Marth extended his hand forward to Chrom.

Staring at his hand for a moment, Chrom managed to build up the confidence to actually shake his hands. "Thank you, Marth… Even after dumping so much information on the two of you, you decide to stay and help… After all this, I want to make it up to you guys. See I have plenty of room in my caste and since you'll be staying with us for a bit, you'll be staying in our castle… Also, there is no backing out of this, I insist."

"Trust me, you're not getting out of this. When I started working for Chrom, I told him, that staying with the rest of the Shepherds was fine. But he practically forced an extra room in the castle upon me… I'd say just take it." Robin commented.

A little startled by that statement, Marth replied. "If that's the case… I suppose, it wouldn't hurt to be a little spoiled. It's human nature, after all… Very well, we humbly accept your offer."

After Katarina was settled in. Marth was being led by Sir Frederick to the room he would be staying in.

Frederick stopped at a door, and proceeded to open it. "This is your room, sire" He bowed in front of Marth, welcoming him into his new room.

Giving a head nod, Marth took a step in, his eyes took a gander at the room in front of him. He was in a lost for words, how neatly prepared everything was, a nice comfortable looking bed, a desk, even a bathroom, and not to mention a few other things. Honestly, he felt a bit spoiled being given all this, he would've been contempt with something less expensive looking, but instead he had this. Thinking to himself that these people were far too generous.

Turning back to Frederick, Marth was scratching his head and looking down on the floor. "I'm overwhelmed. Sleeping in the Shepherds camp, would've honestly been more comfortable. But, here you are letting me sleep in your lords castle… I don't know how else to thank you."

Frederick waved his hand, "Nonsense, you're definitely welcome. You're our guest. Please, don't hesitate to ask if you need anything. I will assist in any way imaginable".

Marth was sweating a bit of embarrassment. "You're… too kind." Soon his eyes wandered to a piece of trash on the floor. He moved towards it, in order to clean it.

Frederick saw what he was about to do, and immediately stepped in front of him, halting him. "Pardon me, King Marth. Allow me to clean that up."

Marth was taken a step back from this. "Oh! Very well. ...Actually, it's no problem, I can do it."

Continuing just to pick up the trash, Frederick mentioned. "Oh, I don't mind. This is the sort of work I handle, milord."

Marth raised an eyebrow at this, "Are you sure? I don't want to get used to having others do work for me."

Frederick understood what Marth was getting at, but he also was curious. "I see. But did your former retainers not handle these sorts of things?" He asked.

"Why would you assume that?"

Like a virus being passed on, it was Frederick's turn to be confused. Back where he was trained, he was told to always do the best at everything for the one he served. "Pardon me if I have offended you, but is that not what retainers are for? Surely you were surrounded by capable and trustworthy ones?" He asked.

"Yes, yes, of course." Marth quickly said. He couldn't ask for anyone better. "But they were talented knights, not mere servants. Jagen, my guardian… Abel, with his steady hand… and Cain-what a temper on him. I owe a great deal to all of them."

Frederick almost dropped the piece of trash, he was in awe. "D-Do you speak of the Bull and the Panther? Those names are legend in this time! To think I never connected them to you... As a retainer myself, I was raised on stories of their craft and service."

Marth thought back to his days with his knights. "That is comforting to hear. They are all deserving of such honor." He sighed, he was relieved and glad to see that his friends became legends as well. Then he remembered the man in front of him, and looking at him, he felt comforted. "You, Frederick, are just as talented and dependable as they. And your relationship with Lord Chrom is a model of harmony and respect." He commented.

It's been a while since Frederick felt embarrassed, but he did. "Milord… I'm honored. Truly, such praise coming from you... Your kind heart knows no limit. The Bull and the Panther are lucky to have you."

Looking a little somber, Marth sighed. "I admit I'm a bit jealous that you and Chrom are united here…"

After hearing this, Frederick immediately remembered, that he was only talking to a replica of Marth, and not the actual person. He felt bad for the Amiibo. He shrugged it off, and decided to be nice and treat him as if he was the real deal, which in some cases he sort of was. "... Milord, in the absence of your retainers, perhaps you would allow me to serve. My first duty is still to Chrom, of course, but maybe I could be of some help."

This act of kindness made Marth grateful and happy. "Thank you, Frederick. I would be foolish to turn down such an offer… Mind you, I don't require anyone to hold my hand. But I am pleased to know I can rely on your strength and courage."

Standing up straight, Frederick put a fist to his chest and slightly bowed. "Of course, milord. My arm is yours!"

Still embarrassed by this act earlier on the battlefield, Marth didn't think this was right, so he decided to put a little extra out there. "There is one condition, however. You must allow me to do something in return. Perhaps I could help with your work, or fight by your side on the battlefield... Not as your master, but as a friend walking the same path."

This was very unexpected to hear, but at the same time it was very comforting. "Thank you, milord! As you said earlier, I would be foolish to turn down such an offer. You can count on my support going forward. As a friend, Milord. I mean.. Marth… May I call you Marth?"

"Of course! Say that name away!" Marth chuckled.

Sleep was apparently not an option. The whole situation was still jarring to Marth. He didn't show it, but deep down, he was scared and confused. Sure, he's been away from home before, but never to this extent. A completely different time and realm, sounds bizarre when you think about it, but it was the truth. Thoughts prevented him from resting. Eventually, Marth decided sleep wasn't going to immediately happen. Perhaps a walk will calm the nerves, that has always seemed to work for him. Stepping outside his room, Marth decided to walk around the halls.

Walking down the halls, Marth found that the castle had almost one to one the same layout as his home castle. It would seem that even though the style has been slightly altered, everything else about the castle remained relatively intact. If that was the case perhaps he could find one of his favorite spots. The garden.

Coming back from the garden, Lucina felt refreshed, perhaps now she could get a decent sleep tonight. As she was walking back to her room, she saw Marth wondering about. She suddenly felt tense, she really did want to talk to him, but also didn't want to feel like she was intruding. Perhaps an excuse to talk would work. Images of the last battle in the Outrealms popped in her head. Putting on a calm yet happy face she approached Marth. "H-Hello Lord Marth!" She waved.

Marth stopped in his tracks and turned towards the voice, he too smiled. "Why, hello Lucina! What has you up?"

"Just needed to clear my head, outside in the garden."

"Ah, you as well? Yeah, this whole situation has had me up. So, I too am going to the gardens to clear my head… Anything you need, before I head off?"

Lucina scratched her head, and turned her head towards the wall. "Well, after we fought together… I just wanted to… Thank you… Thank you for your reinforcements, Lord Marth. Just what I'd expect from the Hero-King." She then turned back to Marth and bowed. "It is an honor to share your battlefield."

Getting red in the face, Marth put his hands up. "Please, Lucina. I did nothing to warrant such praise."

Shaking her head, Lucina clenched her fist, and her face lit up. "You showed up when I needed you most. It was just as the legends say! Rescuing your allies and driving back your foes in one fell swoop! Beloved not only by his comrades, but known to charm his enemies as well."

"I assure you, those stories are greatly exaggerated."

Lucina refused to believe that was true. "That cannot be! I grew up believing in these tales. Hero-King Marth was the hope for all who lived in my world…" As she said that, she thought back to her world, and the way she acted. Looking at Marth now, she felt the need to tell him what she did. "That's why I... I took your name and fought to spread that hope."

Marth eyed her up and down, and whispered to himself, "That would explain why you dress very similar to me." He then looked down and continued talking to Lucina. "But you must realize not everything is as the legends say."

Thinking of the stories she heard, and talking with Marth here, Lucina admitted, "Well, I guess you are a bit different from what I imagined. It's said you slew a dragon, so I pictured you as a relentless warrior… But in reality you're calm and kind, and you care for your friends. And you just... I mean…" She let it out. "You're amazing! That's what I'm trying to say!"

With Lucian praising him so much, Marth found it difficult to keep his composure. "When you put it that way… it makes me very uncomfortable."

"And so humble, too!" She added on.

"If you say so." He sighed. Then her earlier mention of taking his name came back. "If I may change the subject, why did you use my name? You would make a fine leader in your own right. I'm sure people would have rallied behind you on your own merits."

Back to the topic of her future, Lucina wasn't as cheerful, but of course she couldn't just drop it and forget about it. "I needed a strong symbol of hope. The Fell Dragon seized control of my world and plunged it into despair. Your name was the only one capable of raising spirits and support. As I said, Lord Marth... your legend is hope itself."

After hearing what Lucinda said, and thinking back to what Robin said about her future world, Marth felt so sorry for her, and wished that there was something he could do. But, he knew there wasn't much he could do at this moment. "I see... Lucina, you've been through some truly difficult battles."

Lucina held her arm, with an uneasy face on. "I have... And I think, above all others, the person who benefited from your name... Well, I think it was me. Calling myself Marth gave me the courage of the true Hero-King… I'm sorry. I've felt the need to apologize since we first met. Even if it was to save my future, using your name was… selfish."

Marth shook his head in response and smiled. "No apology necessary. If it was that useful, I'm more than glad. Besides, I am certain your deeds were worthy of my name."

Lucina felt so relieved and happy, she held her hands together. "Thank you, Marth. You have always been a great source of strength. Even now."

"But looking at you here, it seems you never needed my name to begin with. Judging from your strength, you will one day give rise to your own legend."

"I... I don't…" She stammered.

Marth looked towards the outside. "I must do my best as well, so I too can become the Hero-King you aspire to be. There is no telling what awaits me after this. I must be ready for anything."

On the inside, Lucina's heart dropped. Because she remembered he was only an Amiibo, and not the original. She felt bad, but would continue to treat him as the real deal. "Since I have been given the honor of fighting alongside you... I will give everything I have to bring my skill closer to yours. Even if just a little."

The garden area was very spiritual, and as such always helped Marth reach peace. And to his delight, he found the gardens. One smell, and he already felt all his stress melt away. Taking a look around, it aged gorgeously, and in fact has grown even more so. Variety of different flowers and plants from different regions, a crystal clean pond, and it was all neatly arranged. However something really caught his eye. A Naga shrine in the middle of it all. "I see these people still worship Naga." Not that it bothered him, in fact he was glad they had a shrine to Naga. Perhaps, they wouldn't mind if he prayed to it. Of course not. Marth decided to walk up to it. As he did so, he found himself a little guest behind it. Sitting on the ground looked to be a very familiar figure. Tiki.

Author Notes: Now the change I made. Instead of using the phrase, Einherjar, I used the Amiibo instead. Why did I do this? It's an inside joke between my brother and I. We make fun of the fact that the Einherjar in-game, don't have any voices, have random different art, and don't have their own models. While the Amiibo characters in Fates which are a similar concept , Marth and Ike, they behave like an actual unit, voices, unique models, ext. That's why I did it, it's just a little thing.