Hello there and welcome back. Although I am truly shocked by your willingness to experience more of this parody, I will be glad to continue narrating this exciting and serious tale of the Fire Emblem Parable as per your requests. If you feel lost at any point during this chapter, it might be helpful to reread the demo in the previous section to help you remember the important and unique features of this serious story.

Also, at this time I must warn you that I, the narrator, do not own the Fire Emblem Franchise. You see, I am compelled to state this for legal purposes. In the event that I was to be sued, I would be excluded from a prison sentence thanks to this disclaimer. If I did not have this disclaimer than I shudder to think what would have happened in the event of a legal court battle. They could demand to take all the money that I have earned from your patronage, and strip me of my esteemed reputation as a certified narrator.

Some people do not realize the seriousness of this legal council and even joke about it, but I assure you that this is necessary for every story. Thank you disclaimers for protecting me from unneeded lawsuits that would never happen in the first place.

*Ahem* Since this legal action is now taken care of, I will now add a horizontal line insert to conclude this narration note and begin the story. Please pay no attention to the 0.25 point font hidden within the line that contains even more legal fine print.

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This a story about a man named Chrom. Chrom rules the country of Ylisse as the exalt of peace and prosperity. Chrom's job was simple, he would inspire the entire country through his courageous actions and deeds and help people in need. This is what Chrom did every day, of every month, of every year. And although some might have considered it exhausting, Chrom never ceased to use every ounce of his energy to help his Haildom flourish.

And Chrom, was happy.

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And then one day something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Chrom. Something he would never quite forget. He was napping at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that no one tried to interrupt his slumber. Not even Frederick the Wary who usually demanded he rise and help him do something tedious. Never in all of his years as a member of the royal family had he been able to sleep for more than ten minutes during the day. Confused, Chrom was unable to move from his chair for the longest time.

But as he woke up and regained his senses. He got up from his desk and stepped outside. He rubbed his eyes and cursed the sun for being so bright before he journeyed over to Robin's office to say hi. But as he opened the door to his best friend's work place, he found it completely devoid of any human life. The only other thing out of the ordinary was a couple of books scattered on the floor that fallen from Robin's desk.

"Heh, it's not like Robin to miss a day at work, he must be tired after his birthday party yesterday." Chrom flashed back to the night before and laughed about every thing that happened. Although he did not recall anything specifically or else it would have been displayed in italic memories for the audience to see. After standing there reminiscing for a full thirty-seven seconds, Chrom decided to pick up the books from the floor.

"Leave it to Robin to not pick up after himself." Chrom chuckled as he stepped over to Robin's bookshelf to put them back.

But it was strange, because he didn't recall Robin owning such a massive bookcase in his office. It was over ten feet high and it contained a large array of books and novels all thicker than Chrom's arms. And upon further inspection, he noticed that there were only two open slots left to put books in, and Chrom assumed that they were meant for the two novels in his hands.

"Sheesh, how does Robin read all of these?" Chrom pondered the large collection of volumes as he put the first book back into its home.

*Click*

"Hmm? Did I hear something?" Chrom questioned the empty room around him. He shrugged it off and put the second book it its nook. Because after hearing a strange sound in a bizarre situation it is customary to repeat the process once again. Completely ignoring any dangers that may come along with this strange occurrence.

*Click*

"Hmm? There it was again." Chrom said confused. He was puzzled about what was making the clicking noise, and if he had a third book he would have repeated the process to get the same result. And although that would have accomplished nothing, it would at least make Chrom feel better thinking that he was on to discovering something. When in reality he would just make something click again and furthering his curiosity. Chrom would do anything to try to understand this strange new event.

After all, this was obviously a puzzle, and if he did not try to solve it than he would spend the rest of his life wondering what made that strange sound. It was his job, nay! his Duty as a human being to discover what this strange contraption was. He must solve the riddle of this strange enigma. He must conqueror the unforeseen and challenge the world. He must overcome this battle of wits and unlock the mysteries hidden within this device. The fate of the entire world could depend on it and only HE could figure it out! For honor, glory, and country, he would solve this puzzle or his name was not Chrom the Exalt of Peace and Prosperity!

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But after spending a full ten minutes repetitively taking books in and out of the shelf trying to decipher this puzzle; he finally gave up. It was hurting his brain too much and he tried every thing he could think of. If only he had some sort of encyclopedia on how to solve this specific puzzle he could progress further into the story, but alas no such thing existed. Chrom shrugged his shoulders and sighed as he kicked the book shelf in disappointment.

And then, all of a sudden, the ground started shaking and the books trembled inside their wooden refuge. The bookcase slowly started to move from its spot and many hardcover publications fell to ground because of the violent earthquake. Chrom struggled to regain his balance as the tremors continued, but when it finally subsided; Chrom stood baffled. He gazed directly into a narrow hallway which was revealed when the bookcase slid open. Shocked, frozen solid, Chrom could not even fathom what may lie down this strange new entryway.

"Whuh..What? Why does Robin have a secret passageway?" Chrom questioned with no one to respond to his predicament. He could not understand why Robin would hide something from the Shepherds. He was a very modest man with not very many secrets, and Chrom was his best friend. What could there possibly be to hide?

His curiosity had heightened and he felt a burning desire to explore this new area. He had to investigate this bizarre event and discover what was so important. "...No...this is a secret for a reason" Chrom sighed, "It is none of my business to invade his personal space... Besides, I am sure he has a good reason for this anyways." He said trying to reassure himself of his decision, and headed back to the door trying to forget his fascination of the mysterious corridor.

But as he approached the open door it violently slammed shut in front of his face. "What?!" Chrom jumped back in shock and stared blankly at the door. He extended his hand to turn the knob, but it would not budge. "Locked?! But how?!" He cried anxiously. He desperately pounded on the door and tried to open it, but the lock would not budge. He was trapped in this room and there was no way to open the door.

"What is going on!" Chrom said frantically. He stepped away from the door and looked at it in sheer horror. He desperately searched his mind for a way to get out of this new problem. "...A key!" Chrom cried emphatically. "I need to find a key to get out of here!" He said with fierce determination.

He started searching the room for any thing that could open the door. Nevertheless, no matter how hard he searched, he could not find a key, a lock pick, or even a hair pin, but then again Robin was a man so it would be strange if he had a hair pin in his office. Alas, his efforts went in vain and Chrom had only one option left. He had to enter the hallway that was previously concealed by the book shelf. There was nothing else he could do.

Chrom slowly traversed through the secret cave lit only by torch fire. It was dark and ominous and there was an eerie fog further down. Chrom could feel a small breeze of wind touch his arms and he immediately tensed from the cold. He was shivering now, and the further he delved in, the colder he got. "B-brr, maybe this wasn't such a good idea." He said nervously. It was nearing frigid conditions and he nearly slipped on the icy ground below him.

"Gah, I hope this tunnel ends before I freeze to death." Chrom said worried. He had this strange and paranoid feeling that there was someone behind him. Someone watching his every move and thought. Someone inside his head.

And now he felt like someone was narrating his thoughts and actions.

And now that person was narrating that he was narrating his thoughts and this only made him tense up even more; he thought. But this strange sensation quickly left his brain and he immediately tried to forget it. After all, the fourth wall cannot be broken or else it would completely ruin the mood and atmosphere of the story.

That is truly the worse crime to commit in a story. Never, and I mean never should the story be side tracked by a non relevant thought or idea. Oh! By the way, did you know that there are 1 million ants for every person in the world? I wonder if someone counted each one individually to find out about that.

*Ahem*

A minute later walking through the corridor, Chrom encountered two cave entrances. One to his right, and to his left. However, the one to his right had collapsed and was now covered in a mountain of rocks. There would be no way to get around it, so he could only travel through the left path. There was no decision or even a second thought about going the other way, because it would be impossible. Fate had scripted him to go through the left cave, and there would be no detour to hinder his destiny.

Nevertheless, Chrom had to stop for a second and think about this since it was not the first time fate had bound his hands and forced him to walk one path.

Even after surviving a potential Armageddon and vanquishing Grima, his fate was still the same the entire time. Unbeknownst to Chrom, he was destined to meet a robed man in the field. It was fate which prescribed that he was to be married after a viscous and grueling war with the Plegian army. And Chrom was not welcomed with a wide selection of potential candidates like Robin was. Even if Chrom tried to fight getting married he could not go against Fate's wishes. In the end, he would fall in love with someone whether it be Sumia, Maribelle, or the random peasant that caught Chrom's eye. Not even time travel could break the will of this mysterious force.

In fact, out of all the people in Ylisse, Chrom's life was the only one that was not dramatically changed. Everyone else in the world could have died in this new time line, or even survive a fate that would have killed them thanks to this second chance, but not Chrom. His life was scripted in both the old and the new world. Even the fight against Valider remained the same. Chrom ended up being stabbed in the gut by his best friend as the Plegian king laugh manically. And although the conditions of the fight were slightly different, it did not affect Chrom in any way. Because Chrom never died in the desert of the old world.

How else would Lucina remember spending time with her father if he had died in that scripted event? Surely, the Shepherds would have dragged him to safety before the world started to implode and Grima resurrected himself. After all, Lucina specifically stated that she learned to fight from her father, and even has fond memories of him. So he must have lived to an unspecified point in time in the old world.

Even in Robin's made up board game called Fire Emblem, if Chrom was to die in serious or causal mode, then the game would automatically restart and try again because he did not have the option to die. It would completely destroy the game and the important scripted plot lines of the future.

No matter how you look at it, in Chrom's life, he only had one real choice. He could take Grima's ability to harm others with his blade, or watch Robin sacrifice himself to end it once and for all. But in retrospect, that was not much of a choice either. If Chrom was to be selfish and prevent Robin from killing himself, then Grima would be resurrected in the eventual future. Chrom would not have prevented the apocalypse, but merely delayed its certain devastation. Thus, the entire reason for the whole story would have been ruined by one act of selfishness.

As Chrom thought about these thoughts, it hurt his head terribly. "No, Robin said we are not merely some pawns of a scripted fate." Chrom tried to deny the evidence in front of him. Robin's conclusion was indeed correct for 99% of the world. Everyone's lives changed to some extent because of this new time line. Except for one young lord. He was still predestined to do everything in his life similarly to his old self. The only difference in Chrom's life was the journey he took.

Although the outcome of each plot point remained the same except for the climatic ending, the journey along the way was different. Chrom grew a stronger bond to his friends and even his own daughter, and though this did not change his fate, it did count for something right?

Perchance it is similar in the aspect that 2+2= 4 and 2x2= 4. They both ended up with the same outcome, but the journey to that process was different. Some people would even argue that the journey is more exciting than the destination. After all, would you really read a story to hear the once upon a time and the happily ever after? Or do you wish to know the exciting and thrilling adventure that took place inside those two archaic phrases?

So perhaps it does not matter if his life was determined by fate or not. Even if fate dictated his every move did it really matter if he enjoyed the journey he took on it? While he may have not been able to control the destiny of his own path, he could change the method of how he reached it. And that is what truly matters, not the goal in front of you, but the way you reach it.

"Gah, I think I have a splitting headache." Chrom raised his hand to his forehead and felt the pain embed into his brain. He decided to stop thinking about the subject and move on through the cave system.

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Chrom continued onwards through the freezing tunnel until he saw a bright white light at the other side. As he stepped closer and closer the light grew brighter until it completely engulfed his entire line of vision.

Cautiously, Chrom stepped through it and he was blinded for a moment, but as he rubbed his eyes he saw IT. Chrom gasped in surprise and he finally began to understand. It all made sense now. The door closing behind him, the frigid temperature. The answer was right in front of him, and he felt an unhealthy need to touch IT.

Chrom slowly extended his hand and approached the-

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*Ahem*

I am terribly sorry sir or madam. It appears that this part of the story hasn't been wrote yet. The stupid author had other things to do with his time than complete this section of the story. Pfft, I bet he would claim his laziness on his school work or the holidays which prevented him from updating, or perhaps a tragic event in his life barred him from finishing this story.

But that is not the case for this idiotic moron. No, he was simply to lazy to come up with an ending. So to make it more exciting and eventful he ended it on a cliff hanger. Perhaps the brainless author would even promise the resolution in the next chapter. But we all know that he has no intention of updating it.

*Sigh*

To think about all the time wasted in the process of making this incomplete story. Even you the reader must now suffer this because he had the audacity to post it for you to read! We will never know why Robin decided to hid something in an abandoned frigid hallway. We will never understand what Chrom had laid his eyes upon.

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Unless... ...no... no that could never work... ...But I suppose...yes ...I believe that is possible.

How about we create our own ending for this then? We can finish what the bonehead author started. We can make our own ending and it will be a thousand times better than whatever the dolt could have imagined.

Hmm, but where do we begin? There is so many possibilities that Chrom could have seen behind that veil of white light. That is both the beauty and the curse of the imagination. It can go off in a tangent and lead to a whole new exciting world. I am sure your mind is surging with ideas that could have ended this story and give you some peace of mind.

Perhaps within that room he found the key to knowledge and wisdom. The ability to not only control his journey but also his fate. To be the master of his own will. ...Yes, I quite like that ending.

Or maybe he met Naga and she explained everything to him as he learned to understand his role in the world... ... No, no that is too simple and predictable.

Oh! I know, within the new room he entered, he encountered a giant black and white monster eating wood like it was food. Within that mask of illumination hid the infamous panda! ... ...No, that is just stupid.

Hmm...

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Ah! I got it. Yes by using logical deduction I have solved the puzzle. There could only be one thing in the world that Robin would hide from his comrades. One thing that no one could see or it would lead to trouble. Now listen closely because this is the correct answer to using our imagination.

You see, in the DLC Roster Rescue, one of the monsters steals Robin's Roster. It contains all of the Shepherds secrets and if it were to fall into the wrong hands then the entire army would die of embarrassment. They had to fight to get the book back, and after winning, the Shepherds tried to read and or destroy the book. Therefore, after the war Robin kept it safe and hidden away so no one could ever misuse it. That is why he hid it behind his bookcase. It even had securities measures that would automatically lock the door so no one could escape with the book. And as for the frigid temperature, it was obviously winter time.

Eventually, Robin would discover that someone had tripped his alarm and come searching. Upon finding Chrom he would laugh and make a joke before the scene ended and I would say-

they lived happily ever after.