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Kjelle swatted her father's sword away from her with relative ease. She could already tell, the father she knew in this time was much weaker than the one she had had known in her future. She had also noticed that the demeanor that the father of this time had was completely different, this one was much more pleasant to be around. He was affectionate, clever, and level-headed. The father she had once known was aggressive, hot-headed, and had an unchallenged lust for battle, not even her mother could match him when it came to a battle. However, they both shared a certain tenderness that only those closest to them would ever see. She could not help but smile as she saw the familiar passionate eyes on the face of the Robin before her.

Ultimately, he was right. No matter how many attacks he had released upon her, he wasn't making any forward progress, she had no need to dodge, and his attacks simply did not have enough force behind them to faze her. She wasn't making much progress either, her father was much faster than she was, and was more willing to dance around. Unlike her adamant stance, which revolved around taking hits and redirecting their force back onto the enemy, Robin was nimble and was constantly moving around in order to disorient the enemy. Had she been anyone else, other than her mother, he probably would have had them confused. However, she had been trained for years against this style, and was fully prepared.

She jabbed straight forward with her blade, and Robin leapt sideways, as she expected. She swung her arm sideways as fast and hard as she could, to catch him before he could land on the ground and gain his footing. Just then she realized the error in her judgement. Robin had switched his stance mid-jump. He put his blade up vertically, and put his other arm up to support it, blocking the blow. Keeping his momentum, Robin rolled along the ground and unleashed a flurry of single jabs at her. She recognized this as the Astra technique. Taught to him by this time's Lon'qu, no doubt. She blocked each strike easily they weren't very powerful. Then she noticed his eyes again. That wasn't passion in them, it was focus, he had been observing her the entire time.

"Checkmate."

He rushed forward, and brought his sword downward, she caught it with her own, but regretted it as her stomach was met by a forceful kick, causing her to stumble backwards. Sloppy. Before she could recover, he was upon her again and brought his shoulder into her chest, knocking her down. She looked up at him from the ground, he had one hand outstretched, the other was sheathing his Brave Sword, and he had a warm smile on his face.

"Thanks for the practice sweetie. That was the best fight I've had in a while."

"I'm sorry." Kjelle took her father's hand and got up with his assistance.

"You're sorry?" Robin looked at her with a puzzled look on his face.

"I lost my focus because I started to compare you to my previous father." She could get her eyes not meet his. "I feel like I've caused you some level of disrespect by comparing the two of you. I shouldn't be thinking about him when you're right in front of me. For a moment I thought you weak."

"H-hey, don't worry about-"

"Please, let me finish. Father, I thought you were less than what I wanted, and that is unacceptable. You may not be as physically strong as the father I once knew, but you still had me beat." Kjelle shook her head. "You used the entirety of what you could and you studied me until the moment you detected an opening, and then you won."

Kjelle bowed in front of Robin.

"I won't let you down, and I won't ever doubt your strength. Not ever again!" Kjelle could feel her face growing red. She waited for his response, almost expecting him to just walk away. She stood there in silence, still bowing, she could feel the air around them thickening, she struggled to breathe.

Instead of the harsh judgement she was expecting, she felt his hand start to ruffle his hair.

"It's not like I think any less of you. You're my daughter." Robin face was gleaming now. "Nobody is perfect, but you're the closest thing to it, along with you mother and sister."

She looked up now to look him straight in the eyes. Her eyes began to tear up. He pulled her in for an embrace.

"Father, thank you. I see now that your true strength lies not in your might but in your spirit." She wiped away her tears.

"A little muscle couldn't hurt though." Robin held up his arm and flexed, he pulled some of his arm flab with his other hand. "Looks like I might need a bit more of that fiber…"

"Fiber?"

"It's a long story." Robin chuckled. "Ask your mother, as for me, I think I earned another nap, no?"

Kjelle gave her father a look of contempt. He met her look with a goofy face, causing her to snort. Robin burst out laughing, while she covered her mouth and nose, embarrassed.


"C'mon! Pleeeeeease?"

"Alright, alright you win!" Sully raised her hands above her head.

"Yes!" Morgan raised her fists triumphantly in the air. "Kjelle are you going to listen too?"

"Hmmm? Listen to what?" Kjelle was polishing her General armor. She wasn't using it as much recently, as she had been reclassed by her father, so it had been gathering dust. She turned around to face Morgan and her mother. "Also, what are you two doing?"

"Mom is going to tell me the story of how she and dad met! I'm trying to fill my head with new memories, because I have a lot of space in my head right now!" Morgan said, with a silly-grin.

"And for what we're doing, I'm doing one of the few motherly things I can." Sully patted Morgan's head, which was now resting on her lap. She then began to rub her fingers through Morgan's hair. "I may not be able to cook or clean well, but if my daughter's head is itchy, I can damn well scratch it for her." Morgan let out a delighted squeak as Sully began to put more pressure into her scalp.

"Heyo! Look who's home!" Robin peered into the tent, angling his head in from the flap, so his body was still outside. Inside he saw multiple stacks of tomes that had been removed from his tent and toppled here, Morgan looked to be half asleep in Sully's lap, and Kjelle was polishing her armor, multiple weapons strewn about, surrounding her. All the dirty clothes the girls' owned were in a pile in the corner, and they were hastily concealed with the two cots the girls owned.

"Yup, everything seems to be going as usual." Robin nodded his head, and made his way into the tent. He plopped himself next to where Kjelle was, inspecting her armor. "Nice polish you added, looks like new."

Before Kjelle could respond, Sully interrupted.

"Hey Rob, how about you tell the girls how we met? I'm sure they'll like your version better, I'm not one for fancy-story-teling."

"Well…"


The earth had been cracked open, flames spilling out from deep within them. Chrom and Frederick were protecting Lissa, while she supported them with her stave. This was the first time they had encountered Risen, and were desperately trying to keep Lissa safe from the enemies that showed neither fear nor hesitation. Robin on the other hand had wandered too far south and found himself surrounded by them.

"Oh dear, oh dear." Robin mumbled to himself as he attempted to run through the thick forest, Risen not too far behind him. His eyes darted in every direction looking for a way out of this situation. "Thunder!" Robin lobbed an orb of electricity behind him, attempting to hit at least one of the Risen, missing his targets.

In the distance Robin could see an abandoned fort. Robin mentally let out a sigh of relief and ran a bit harder, reaching the fort to take a short rest. Robin shut the door behind him and equipped his sword. Okay, so I'm not that accurate with magic yet, but I have a sword and they have axes, so I'll have the advantage, right? Yeah, yeah, I can take them on, I can do this.

Robin opened the doors to the fort fully prepared to fight the Risen head-on, only to find himself surrounded. Well, it's not like I remember anything anyway, so I have nothing to lose. Robin let out a breath and brought up his sword, accepting fate for what it was.

One of the risen was impaled from behind, a lance piercing through its chest. The Risen fighter was raised up and tossed aside, coming apart and turning into dust upon impact with the ground. A silhouette created by the flames behind it, Robin could barely make out what he had seen. A red demon riding a horse had come to his rescue. The Risen all jumped at the demon only to be met with the demon's burning tenacity to defeat them and were quickly dispatched. Robin stood in awe, he could not remember seeing a being of such passion. The demon looked over at him and pointed in his direction, the horse charged straight for Robin, causing him to cower and cover his face with his arms. In a swift motion, the horse changed direction right before it had trampled him, and the demon gripped his hood, and hoisted him up onto the saddle of the horse.

"You okay?" The demon looked at him.

Robin uncovered his face and locked his gaze into the most deep, beautiful, crimson eyes he had ever seen.


Whew, another late night chapter session. I hope you guys enjoyed this, I enjoyed writing it! Again, I would be very grateful if you guys could review, or maybe give me a few pointers to make this better.

Responses to reviews:

Gunlord500

Thank you very much! I appreciate it!

zekrom84

I feel like neither Kjelle nor Sully get as much notice as they should lol. I've married Sully about 50% of the times that I've played through the game, including the run I'm doing right now, so I figured I could play and write in tandem.

Zash101

I'm married to her too haha. *Fist Bump* marriage bros