Whoa, it's been so long since I've updated... I have a good reason too. I've been trying to figure out what to do... but I couldn't get creative until now. O_o

Well, thanks to Zarelyn for reviewing last chapter~ It made me laugh since this story is... well, freaking dramatic. XD

Hope you guys enjoy~~


III

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"Robin, no! Please! Stop! He didn't do anything! Please!" Chrom pleaded, trying to shove past the guards to get to his best friend, "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"

"He is the child of the Fell Dragon! Anything related to that monster is NOT allowed in this kingdom!" Chrom's father said, unsheathing the sword at this side.

"He's my friend! Don't to it! He just wanted to help! Please! Father!" Chrom was screaming now, as the guards were forced to grab his arms and hold him back on his knees. His father glared angrily at him.

"Your friend? You befriended an enemy of our kingdom? How dare you call yourself my son," his father hissed in disgust. He brandished his sword and marched toward the cause of the problem.

In the center of the cathedral's alter, Robin only stood there, a soft smile on his face. The light from the stained glass windows fell on him, giving him an air of calmness. His dragonstone sat innocently in his hands, shining beautifully in the light. There was only a glint of sadness behind those vibrant green eyes, tears slowly forming unnoticeably at the corners. His thin form only trembled slightly as he clung tighter to his dragonstone. His silk clothes were disheveled and torn from the rough handling from the guards, revealing the mark of his mother on the side of his left hip. The dark purple mark stood out against his pale skin, practically screaming his heritage.

He didn't want to die. He really didn't. If only he listened to his mother and avoided humans altogether, he wouldn't be here. He wouldn't have any attachments to them. He wouldn't have loved them. He wouldn't have cared for them. He wouldn't have fallen into the obvious trap.

But he did. He knew that it would happen one day. He never said anything, placing that smile on his face, but he didn't want to die. He knew the human law. He knew he had to go.

He had two choices.

Humans or manakete?

Them or him?

Life?

Or death?

He couldn't let Chrom's sister die. He couldn't let Chrom suffer the loss of a loved one. He loved them dearly. He couldn't see them get hurt. He couldn't let Lissa die. He saw her falling. He saw no other way to save her, but to become a dragon.

So, he did. He saved her, with everyone a witness to see.

He chose humans. He chose them.

He chose to protect who he loved.

Chrom was crying now, as his father came closer to Robin. "Robin! Please! Run! Run!"

Robin shook his head, staying rooted in his place, "No."

"Please!" Chrom begged him. Robin gritted his teeth and looked at Chrom's father, who was coming up the steps to the alter. Despite the angery tone the man held for his son earlier, Robin couldn't see any hatred in his eyes. In fact, he could see the man silently asking him what he wanted to do.

"Chrom," Robin began, looking past the man with reverence, "Thank you, for allowing me to be your friend. Promise me that you'll do nothing to your father."

"No, Robin, please! Don't say that!" Chrom yelled, struggling against the guards' iron grips. "I won't let you die! You did nothing wrong!"

Robin gave him a warm smile, "You've... You've been the best human friend I've ever met, Chrom. "

Chrom's father finally reached Robin, raising his sword to strike him down. Robin dropped his shoulders and held his dragonstone tightly in his hand.

"Thank you," he whispered, "for allowing me to stay by your son's side…"

Robin bit his tongue as a white hot pain coursed through his body. The sword had run him through, prodding out from his back. He felt nauseated as he saw his own blood stain the stone floors. There was an odd silence that surrounded him as his grip on his dragonstone loosened. He heard it drop, the sound echoing off the walls.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to move. It hurt to think.

But he did anyway. He raised his arm and gripped the blade of the sword that impaled him, slowly lifting his face to Chrom's father. His eyes revealed nothing, only staring at him with indifference.

Robin smiled, blood dripping from the edge of his lips, "…e-even though…"

He coughed, his blood coating the man's sword, "….You … knew who I truly…"

A heavy weight of sleepiness overcame him as his body could no longer support him, allowing the blade enlarge his already severe wound. His voice was barely above a whisper, "…was."

All Robin could hear was Chrom calling his name over and over as his eyes slipped closed, falling into the blissful oblivion.

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Grima froze. One moment, she could feel her child's presence, oddly assuring her that everything would be alright, then the next...

It was gone.

It was just... gone.

She dropped the basket of freshly picked herbs and ran outside her home, looking to the skies.

"Robin?" she asked to no one in particular. She searched the skies, hoping to see the familiar sight of her child flying through the air. Then she searched the ground, believing that she'd see Robin playing in the fields. Fear over took her the long she couldn't find her son's presence.

"Robin!" She called out, pulling out her own dragonstone. Grima didn't hesitate into turning into her dragon form, her powerful wings flattening a forest. She took the skies, roaring for her child, screaming for Robin. Soon minutes turned to hours without any luck on where her child could be.

She didn't want to go near any human towns, but knowing Robin, she didn't have much of a choice. Grima flew near the town where she knew Robin's human friend lived and nearly crashed into the walls at the sight that greeted her. Near the center of the buildings, most of the structures were damaged. The rooftops were caved in and a few of the walls were crumbling. She easily recognized the size of the wreckage.

What the hell did her son do?

She ignored the yells of the human soldiers yelling and attacking her with arrows and lances, staring at the wreckage. None of them pierced her scaled skin. Instead, she searched for her son, flying high above the town with her shadow blocking the moonlight. She roared again and again, calling for Robin.

"Robin! Robin! Where are you!" Grima growled in her dragon tongue. She half expected her son to appear at the rooftops and join her in her flight, but he didn't show.

There was no answer.

The fear grew into terror the longer Robin didn't show.

No. No, her son had to be here! He had to, he had to!

"Are you the Fell Dragon Grima?!" yelled a voice from somewhere. Grima flapped her powerful wings and turned her massive body around, throwing many soldiers off the rooftops. Her blood red eyes caught sight of a grown man that looked much like Robin's human friend. She narrowed her eyes. So, that must've been Chrom's father.

Grima flapped once more and rose a little higher in the air before turning back into her human form. She landed gracefully on her feet on the rooftop before the man, her magic spreading around her in a warning to those who came close to her. She held her dragonstone in her fist and glared at him.

"Where..." she began shakily, "where is my son?"

It didn't sound anything like a question, but rather a threatening demand. The man before her didn't flinch. Instead, he held up a dull sphere of glass, void of any life. Grima almost didn't recognize it.

Rage and fear struck through her as she stared at it. "Where did you get that human?"

The man held a hint of sadness as he spoke, "Your son is dead."

The world suddenly came to a stop for Grima. She stood there, barely believing the man.

"No... No..." she muttered, taking a step forward. Her eyes slowly widened when the words began to register in her head, "No... no, no, no... No, not my... not my Robin."

She reached the edge of her rooftop and reached forward to her son's - dead son's - dragonstone. She would no longer hear the laugher that lifted her heart, see the smile that she treasured, feel the small body in her arms, or smell the fresh scent of fields and sun that clung to him. She would no longer embrace the one thing that kept her alive all those hundreds of years. Never again.

Never again.

Grima screamed until she ran out of breath.

Her magic flew out of control, twisting and churning under her anguish. The buildings collapsed behind her. Screams of humans were barely heard to her. The man only stood there, holding her son's drgaonstone even though his town was crumbling before him. The building he stood upon shook, but he kept his balance. He tossed her the lifeless dragonstone and she caught it, cradling it to her chest.

"He was a wonderful friend to my son," he said.

Grima felt tears gathering at her eyes as she looked up at the man, "Who... who killed him? Who killed my son?"

The man her and closed his eyes as he raised his hands away from his body, surrendering himself, "I did. I-"

Grima didn't hear him anymore. She felt a rush of power she never knew she had and released it. All of her pain, her suffering, her anguish poured into her magic. The man disappeared from her sight and before she knew it, she lost herself.

All she could think about was her son, her beloved child.

Her only light in the world.

And he was gone.

Robin was dead.

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Gotoh watched from a distance, holding a small bloodied bundle in his arms. The purple flames of Grima's magic raged over the town, completely engulfing it. A stream of people flooded out of the broken walls, fleeing for their lives. He could see Grima's dragon form in the midst of the smoke and flames in the town, roaring. He showed indifference as he heard the grief weighing in her roar, turning away from the destruction.

As he walked, he looked down at the bundle in his arms.

Robin.

The little manakete's skin was nearly void of color, matching his snowy white hair and he was far too still. His chest moved ever so faintly, a sure sign that he was still hanging on. The bandage wrapped around his wound was soaked in blood. Gotoh had done his best to heal the manakete, but he knew it was futile.

He held Robin closer to himself as the earth shook from Grima's power.

"Robin," he whispered to the little manakete's ear, "Remember your mother. Remember her love, and all that she had done for you. Remember, and bring her back to us."

He marched on, determined to get away from Grima's rage. He knew he was running, but what choice did he have? Robin needed to live.

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The ice cold room was silent as the sunlight shone through the earthy pillars. The air was still, and not a single thing breathed... none but one.

There, sitting on a stone throne, was a small little manakete. His snowy hair glowed in the sunlight, nearly matching his pale skin. His silk clothes fitted him loosely and unblemished by any impurity. His body was thin yet slim, and his pointed ears peaked from his hair. He was leaning back against the chair, head resting on his shoulder, hands resting at his sides, and his eyes closed indefinitely. He was completely still, save for the slight movement of his chest. On the middle of his midriff was a scar stretching vertically, though it was barely noticeable.

He slept peacefully, undisturbed by anything. Not a speck of dust landed on his form, and not a single living creature touched him.

He remained limp, oblivious to everything.

Until his eyes twitched.


Annnnnd done~ This is the final chapter. No seriously. It is. I know it was short and freaking fast, but I figured that it would be best to end it here. I really hope you guys liked this story, even though it's so short. So, tell me what you thought of this story in it's entirety if you'd like~, or how you liked it. :D

I'm not sure what else to say... But if you have any questions as to what the heck happened, let me know~

I'm planning a sequel, but not really sure if anyone wants to read it. If you want a continuation of this, let me know and I'll post it. XD

Well, that's that.

Later~

-CloudyLightning