The young man groaned slightly, his head pounding with a fierce headache. It hurt so bad, he wanted to black out again. Then a voice pierced through his agony.
"Chrom, we have to do something."
The voice...it belonged to a girl...he knew a girl, someone close to him...what was her name? Why did it hurt his heart when he couldn't remember?
"What do you propose we do?"
The girl's voice was all wrong...he could feel an echo of it in his mind...she was saying his name...but he couldn't remember his name...
"Uh, I don't know!"
As the last syllable struck his ears harshly, the young man opened his eyes, seeing two people bent over him. They both gasped a little when they saw he was conscious, and leaned closer.
"I see you're awake now," the man remarked.
"Hey there," the girl murmured, smiling widely.
"There are better places to take a nap then on the ground, you know. Give me your hand."
The young man reached up, taking the extended hand. As he did so, he noticed a strange mark on his skin: six eyes, arced over two entwined lines...
"My name is Robin...I just remembered that. How odd. I suppose that's one mystery solved."
Even as she said it, something felt wrong. She had heard the name in her mind, and it had been in her own voice, but...the way it had sounded, as if she were saying someone else's name...it was wrong, yet right.
"Robin? Is that foreign?" Chrom asked, tilting his head to the side as he considered it. The newly christened young woman could do nothing but shake her head sadly, unable to give any more information. It was at this moment, that Lissa cried out to her brother.
"Chrom, look! The Town!"
Robin turned her gaze to where the girl pointed, watching smoke billow upwards from distant buildings. A chill ran down her spine when she saw the black clouds. This had happened before somewhere. But why couldn't she remember?
In her moment of distraction, the threesome charged toward the town, the men unsheathing their weapons. Still confused, Robin looked down at herself and noticed that there was a bronze sword hanging from her belt. Coming to a decision, she drew it and ran after the Ylisseans, still not sure what she was getting herself into.
Unseen by mortal eyes, a cloaked figure watched the newly accepted Ylissean tactician leave the small town. Or rather, tacticians.
Being a god had it's advantages: Grima could not only see both frames of time, but because of the high stress in the time fracture, he could see-and communicate with-his other form.
"So begins the cycle," one of them mused. "Truly fate cannot be escaped."
"Indeed," the other remarked. "Sooner or later, each will come to us and crush these pathetic servants of Naga."
"The divine dragon will watch her world burn into nothingness. Her precious humans will cry out to her in vain for salvation and she will hear their voices be cut off as death takes them. It will be delicious to see Naga's suffering come to full fruition when even her exalted bloodline fails to keep the world safe. And this time, the little princess will not live long enough to undo what has been done."
"The world was born from chaos, and to chaos it must return," both fell dragons said together. As Validar's children moved farther away, one of the cloaked forms began to fade, fully returning to his timeline. Soon, only one was left.
"Run while you can, Robin," he laughed darkly. "We are the same, and you cannot deny what you are. In the end, darkness always swallows the light."
A/N: It's happened again: I have no idea where this came from. I think the story has taken a life of it's own now, because I don't know what is happening anymore.
No idea when the next update will come. Stay posted for more!
