Memoirs

-Author notes: Zenog! What of our bargain? (Beta's note: Bargain? I have reneged on no such deal. I have done exactly as was within the confines of the lose deal we made, as I have simply mocked the unenlightened masses for not knowing what I know. -Zenog) Ok, so I might have to give some exposition: as of chapter 2 it is set near where Plegia, Ylisse and Regna Ferox are located. Today I reveal this mystery lady! I will tell why at the end of the chapter. More shall be revealed on why that has been asked about this fic.

I look out the window into the starry night sky. The last couple of hours had left an impression on me: I Had inspired and rallied people to rise up against the exalt and the kingdoms of the world, but this must be kept a secret for now. I do not want anyone to gain wind of this. Right now I could play Chrom, he was never a smart man, and he trusts others too easily, by now I can probably regain his trust and start his demise from there.

Then I start remembering.

Why am I remembering? Why can't I just forget the days of my younger self a year ago? I loved her. Her beautiful smile, her flowing hair, her light brown hair, the way she tripped, got along with animals, her pies and her endless collection of books. Sumia. I loved her, I began courting her, and I thought we were close.

I take a book out: the Ribald tales of the faith Wars. It has a beaten cover from the years it has seen. A tear begins to roll down my cheek. Why? Why do I torture myself with memories? The memories of my first and only love?

"Sumia, those are a lot of books."

"Why yes, I found them outside all abandoned and it looked like it was about to rain, so I wanted to give them a home."

"Do you need help carrying those up?"

"Thank you, but no Robin, I can handle this myself, I'm stronger than I look." Upon saying that, Sumia, like always, tripped on a tiny pebble. I catch Sumia in my arms; we both look each other's eyes, it wasn't until now that I noticed her beautiful brown sandstone eyes. We both looked away and I let go, quickly noticing the sudden, awkward atmosphere. A drop of rain falls on my forehead. I look over at Sumia she seems to notice the same thing.

I start picking up the scattered book, man they are more scattered than Stahl's brain. But the books needn't get wet; they will get ruined after all. "Let me lend you a hand, I'll carry some and put them in your tent."

"Oh, thank you!" Replies Sumia. We both pick up the book and start walking towards camp both silent from our moment. The rain start to intensify, we pick up the pace.

It looks like Naga bit Grima or something but it finally starts pouring, fortunately we were close to our camp but we still had a ways to go

Approaching. I call out to Sumia "Sumia wait!" I stop and take of my coat and gave it to her, keeping her dry from the rain and protecting the books from harm. We make haste towards the camp, the rain ever intensifying. Roll of thunder ever your deep rumbling makes no good of the weather to come.

By the time we arrived at Sumia's tent the rain turned into a thunderstorm. Sumia is relatively dry and the books undamaged. I on the other hand did not escape Neptune's wrath, yet somehow the books I had carried remain dry. Sumia starts to put the books away in her chest. I look around, her tent is a neat tent, and I notice a large shelf next to her bed. I want to look but I do not want to seem like I'm intruding. I make a small sound and she jumps back, startled. "R-Robin, are you still here?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry if it seems if I am intruding. I can leave if you want." The wind howls and barges through the tent's flaps and robs the candles of the scrounge of Prometheus and our source of light. "Sumia, are you alright?" I walk around in the darkness, trying to feel for something so I can orient myself.

"Robin, are you still there Robi-augh!" I heard Sumia trip on something, I went to where I heard her fall.

"Sumia, Sumia, are you alright?"

"Yeah, but watch out I think I slipped because of a candle near we- y- ar-!" The wind howled gain preventing me to hear the last part where the candle was located

"What was that? I couldn't gah! I tripped on the candle Sumia had warned about. Fortunately I landed on something soft. I take my hand and start feeling around where I landed, it was big, pleasantly soft and warm to boot. Oh gods, it's warm, which can only mean one thing: I landed on Sumia.

"ROBIN!"

"Oh gods! I'm sorry!" I start to get up but then she interrupts me.

"No, I mean. Robin, it's ok like this, it's comfortable, but I think that we should read the books we recued together and somewhere off the floor.

"Right, let me find the candle we tripped on." After searching for that blasted candle I light it with my fire tome. The tent was lit up in a warm yellow glow.

I see Sumia looking into the chest, probably attempting to find a book for us to read. I take a look outside. It is already dusk and the storm will appear to last out all night. I turn back and it appears that she had already found a book. While she is distracted I catch a quick glimpse of her buxom figure, ever so alluring. She begins to look away from the book and I pretend to pay attention to the glowing candle, perhaps if not most likely, she ignored me staring at her. She speaks up: "How does the ribald tales from the faith war sound?"

"It sounds great Sumia." I try my best to hide my infatuation for her. I hope it works as to not make the situation awkward.

Sumia sits on her bed motioning me to join her I take up her invitation but then she speaks. "Foolish me, I'm only making this awkward, aren't I? Why can't I talk to you without making a fool of myself?"

To this I am taken aback. I had feelings for Sumia when I first met her but the fact that she seems to return feelings surprised me. All this time I thought that she had it in for Chrom but it looks like I was mistaken; I was in a flurry of emotions. I wanted to speak but one of Lissa's frogs was stuck in my throat.

A while passed until I spoke up. I might as well confess to her; I mean we've known each other for a while and I love her. It is going to be now or never and from here there is no turning back, no cowering, I must mean what I say and say what I mean.

"Sumia, I love you. I love your personality, I love the color of your eyes, and I love your beautiful, silky hair. The fact that we both share a common interest in books doesn't hurt the fact that I love you. I want to be with you, I love your clumsiness. Sumia, I want to court you." In one expression I release and share all my Feelings for Sumia. She blushes intensely and it seems that she is at a loss of words

"Robin, I love you! You make me feel special for once, you make me feel like I matter and that I am not dead weight. I accept your feelings robin. Thank you"

I pull her closer and feel her face; I draw near for a kiss. The wind howled again and extinguished the light that was keeping us away. I pullout from the kiss and we both lie down and embrace each other in the bed, letting the drowsiness of the night and the dripping of the rain lullaby us to sleep.

I hear a knock on the door. "Robin I was passing by and I just wanted to check up on you." It was Dalton.

I wipe the tears off my face not wanting to anyone see my lament. "I'm good, thanks for asking. Is there anything you need help with?"

"No, I'm fine. I'll see you in the morning" Dalton leaves without opening the door. Right now I am a complete emotional mess. I leave my chair next to the window and go to my bed, burying my face into my pillow so no man would be able to hear my sobs I cry myself to sleep.

Author notes:

So that ends Ch. 3 I have to say thank you dear reader for reading through this. Some people will without a doubt ask: "why Sumia?" let me tell you why. So Chrom has to forcefully pick a bride once you defeat Gangrel. I used this as a basis of my story. Whether Chrom was a dick and took Sumia just for the lulz we will see in time. Maybe he repents being cruel to his friend by now. Some ask about my style of not portraying Chrom and Robin as buddy-buddy. This is my reasoning: to me I see characters in any work of fiction as people, meaning they have emotions, they, as like all people, fight and sometimes that fighting gets out of hand. I wanted to do something different. Something that explored their "what if" side. "What if Chrom took Robin's girl". I wanted to explore that, of course robin is going to get mad. And what if that fighting got out of hand and caused Chrom to do all the things he did to robin in a fit of anger. I don't know. Anyway, please review; ask questions and what not, I will always answer unless I cannot because of reasons.

Beta's Notes (Is this even legal? Bah, I don't care!):

Hi! I'm Zenog (user ID 4305702, come read some of my stuff please), slightly insane musician and grammar nitpick extraordinaire! I also know this presidentsax guy IRL (he's our best bassoonist in the band), and I enjoy making fun of the grammar mistakes he makes inside my head where he can't hear me and get angry. Speaking of angry, he wants to nuke the Congo because of some stuff that happened in MUN, but I really think he's blowing it out of proportion.(Author: well, excuse me if the Congo STOLE all my ideas, seriously. he got an award and I got nothing and I PRESENTED THE RESOLUTIONS!)

Oh, and lolrus555, please don't hate on the poor little woodwind player just because he writes a bashing fic, and certainly don't place all the blame for bashing fics on the Naruto archive. Bash fics are a dime a dozen in this world, be it Dumbledore and the Weasleys in the Harry Potter archive, Kakashi and other various people in Konoha(gakure no Sato) in the Naruto archive, or even Martha Jones in the Doctor Who archive. It's kind of like Rule 34 (if you're underage you shouldn't know what that is, and don't go look it up)[author: Why would you do this to our readers, you could scar one of them! You know what? you are fired from your position until I find a suitable replacement], but for bashing: If the character exists, there IS a bashing fic for them. Some characters are just bashed more than others. Also, this isn't a bashing fic, because later they're going to [INFORMATION REDACTED], okay?

Final author note: yeah sorry about that guys. Anyway, what will robin do next? Next chapter I will put a different perspective on the whole Issue. please review and criticize. Also, I am looking for a beta reader! Yeah. Thank you for reading. see you sometime soon!