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Perspective

I wake up; tears from last night now dried salt on my face. Opening the curtains I notice that the snow is receding; spring must be nearing its homecoming. Getting up, new ideas surge through my head; I must remember and stay true to my cause. I get dressed, grab my cloak and head down to Dalton's tavern. Once there I find Dalton making last minute preparations for our departure: where we were headed I had no clue, but the people had to be rallied to have their voice spoken and represented. I speak to Dalton: "Morning Dalton, last minute preparations I see, need any help?"

"I appreciate your concern but I do not need aid. Oh just to inform you, I sent a courier to a large city near the Plegian-Ylissian border notifying them of your arrival soon, according to the messenger, they seem interested in what you have to say."

So its starts now, the war to inspire the people and sway them to my ideals, my ideas of what I call a "Republic" begins; based off of the ancient ideas of democracy.

"Alright, thanks. Do say when do we depart from the village?"

"Soon. Hendrik is ready, but Evelyn herself is not a morning person." As soon as those words left his mouth Hendrik accompanied by none other than Evelyn herself appeared from the door.

"Morning." I attempt to make small talk, but Evelyn seems too groggy for that and so does Hendrik but he replies with a simple greeting. Dalton brings a cup of a dark, aromatic drink; coffee, I suppose. Once he sets them on the counter we discuss plans on what we do after we convinced the people.

We all take a seat on the counter with a drink in hand. "We could set up a provisional government, have the local hierarch deposed and wait until they can hold an election. Once they do, we leave and repeat the process. Let's start heading south; eventually I want to head east and persuade Plegia." I suggest, our group all agreed in consensus.

Dalton, now the motivational speaker of the group "Are you guys ready? Our road will be a difficult one, we will face many hardships but we will triumph. Robin you have my sword"

Hendrik joins in. "You have my Axe!"

Evelyn joins too. "And my bow!"

I reply to their trust, "Thank you all. I know that this will be difficult but I will prove myself as a true leader to you all."

We get up from the counter; Dalton grabs parchment and a nail. Dalton nails the parchment to the door and leads us to the stables were horses, already equipped for a long journey. We saddle up and head south.

City of Lamia

One day later

We arrive at the City of lamia. It is a bustling port city with the lake; it is moderately wealthy because of its trade with Regna Ferox and Plegia. Merchants are out selling their numerous goods: from fish caught in the morning to intoxicating, aromatic perfumes that fill the air. Unfortunately it was still recovering from a barbarian raid a week ago; the damage done was still visible. I could not help but notice that there were no Yilissian guards. Most of the Laminian guards were citizens with a lance posted around every other corner.

We make our way to the town square were a podium on a platform already waited me. The Evelyn went ahead earlier to ring the church bells to tell that I had arrived. Once I heard those bells the locals came and flocked around me in the hundreds, eager and curious on what I have to say.

I stand on the platform, the eyes and ears of the city all focused upon me. Never have I been, other than being with Sumia, more self-conscious in my life; a first impression is always important. I take a look around. The sight of the people of all walks of Life is awe inspiring; the merchants, fishers, bankers, farmers, all looked waiting to hear my idea. I begin to speak.

"Are you not tired? Tired of being denied your fruits of your labor? It is to my understanding that just last week the city was pillaged and raped by barbarians! Look around you, where are the Yilissian guards? Where is the protection you all deserve?!" (AN: Have you guys ever seen Vladimir Lenin speak? Yeah, picture Robin's body language like that.) All of you work hard, and yet you pay taxes that only feed exotic and luxurious lifestyle of the hierarchs! You should have a voice in your government! Join my new government; join a republic, a democracy! I, Robin, will give you all personal freedom! All will have schooling; no person will ever be hungry again!" The crowd erupted in agreement. "The haildom is corrupt and unfair!" The crowd began to chant my name.

Just as the crowd celebrated, the hierarch along with a small personal guard of paladins came in the hierarch spoke "all of you get back to work! Robin, you are under arrest for treason and disturbing the peace! The immediate punishment is death!" then a paladin charged lance aimed toward me but a young boy about 12 years old took the blow.

Just as the boy fell I picked him up into my arms and spoke his finals words "Death to corruption, death to hierarchy, down with the Exalt."

"What is your name young one? So I may use your name in your memory"

"My name is David" his mouth now filled with blood stopped breathing as he tied to reach my face.

I laid down the boy on the cold stone road. The crowd is aghast, the Hierarch is still foaming with anger, and his fat little face is red as an apple. Hendrik draws an axe. "Murderer! You killed a young man! How do you explain that!" At this point all the guards pointed their arms to the hierarch and his personal guard. We all drew our weapons ready to defend ourselves should they attack.

"Insolence! Kill them all!" As soon as the words left the hierarchs mouth the paladins attacked. We attacked as well.

In the end the fight was a massacre. We may have won but 10 people were dead, 12 guards died, the personal guard was killed, many were wounded and the hierarch was tied up. Back on the podium with the Hierarch kneeling next to me, I begin to address the crowd. "Fellow people, do you see? They only care about you feeding their fat hides! They are corrupt, but we have triumphed against them. Let this be an example to the nobles and hierarchs that stand in our way." I turn to Dalton and whisper to him, "Prepare the noose." Apparently the maggot known as the hierarch overheard and started to beg and plead for his life promising power and great riches if I let him go.

Once the hanging apparatus was ready I put the noose around his head along with a black sack and we hung him. The crowd was in uproar.

Unbeknownst to Robin a messenger saw this and headed to Ylisstol palace.

Ylisstol palace, five weeks later

As the sun set a messenger appears in Chrom's palace, Chrom has a contemplative look on his face. "Sire Chrom! I bear bad news!" Chrom looks at the messenger in curiosity:

"What is it, tell it now."

"Cities along the borders are leaving our haildom."

"What?! Are they under attack?"

"No, they have denounced your kingdom sire; they said that their people have no say in your haildom." The Exalt has a dumbfounded look on his face. He seems worried and confused. Dumbfounded he asks the messenger:

"Who are they joining?"

"They claim to have aligned with a new and upcoming nation: The republic of Archanea"

"Who claims to lead this nation?"

The messenger hesitates "you may not like it"

"Get on with it"

"It is Grandmaster Robin"

"What, unbelievable, Robin would never do that!"

But it is true my liege. He has spoken to the hearts of many, and has influenced the leaders of those towns, as we speak; he rides within the countryside speaking of his ideals of a democracy and a republic along with three others. The hierarchs in those towns are deposed.

Democracy? Republic? Three others? What does this mean?

According to a witness, the ideal of a democracy is that all men and women are able to choose their leaders by a popular vote. A republic is when a town elects a leader to represent said town in a bigger government in another democracy that chooses what do for the country.

"By the gods! The hierarchs will not like this, not a person will like this. Sure, yay for the people, but this will go too far."

"Shall I send assassins to silence Robin?"

"NO! I want to speak to Robin I have a few things to apologize for" memories from his wedding surge into his mind. He knew he shouldn't have married Sumia, he knew he shouldn't have denounced Robin, but those damned hierarchs! Forcing him to choose a bride. It had to be from the Sheppards, but damn it! Forcing him to denounce Robin. The hierarchs will pay for this, because of them Chrom lost a true friend and his tactician. "Gather up as many Sheppards that are immediately available. I will speak to him myself"

"As you wish" the messenger left the palace to follow Chrom's orders

Chrom departed to his private quarters. As he entered he met his wife Sumia. The kissed for a bit but she could see the distress in her husband.

Sumia spoke up and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Robin is going from city to city causing them to leave our haildom and join his 'democracy'; the hierarchs will not like this. I will talk to Robin to see if he will stop. I worry that he will get assassinated by the hierarchs."

Sumia, due to her love for books, recognized the term 'democracy' and understood his fear. The hierarchs are known for being forceful and deceitful; she too is worried for Robin's wellbeing. Once she married Chrom, she was told everything and why it happened, of course not from the hierarchs but from Chrom. "I want to speak with Robin."

"I know you do I do to. Tomorrow we will find him and tell him of the danger he is in."

"Do you know if he is protected?"

"Three others accompany him, but I cannot say for sure."

"Alright, tomorrow we will go to him. Alright?"

"Alright, Sumia." Chrom spoke those last words as he sat on the bed, visibly stressed for his friend. Sumia went and extinguishes the warm fire that had been keeping them awake. With the light off, both slept in silence.

Then, on the other side of that wall that same messenger; the one that had informed the king had listened into the king's conversation. He set off to tell the hierarchs of the future talk between Chrom.

Author notes: well, therein ends the chapter. Chrom now knows what Robin is up to and it seems that the hierarchs may play a role in this uprising. Any questions concerns or comments? Go ahead and comment or PM me. I will be more than happy to explain anything about the story. Please review and criticize so I may deliver more content. Want to beta read my story's plot? PM me to do so. And if you are wondering about Zenog, yes he is still my grammar corrector. If you just want to talk in general my inbox is always open.