Story's only been up for a day and some change, and I already have a follower! Thanks to Pieloverz1 for the read, and a special shout out to skywolf666 for her FE stories! This chapter has me talking to myself... Or Grima, however you want to look at it. The underlined text is the other me talking. Also, this chapter has a tad more swearing and violence than the other three.

My thoughts on killing Risen are unique, I'm sure. The Risen seem detached when they fight, they're not fighting because they're told to, or because you've done them some great insult, no. The Risen just fight because that's all they're meant to do. At least if you're fighting a person they have some reason, even if it might be considered the 'wrong' reason. That's what makes fighting a person so scary I think. Their reason gives them passion and strength. With the Risen, they have this... Soullessness to them, that's what makes them scary.

'I want to go home...'

We were at the bridge in the Northroad, before us stood the Risen. Four Soldiers, two Archers, two Fighters, a Barbarian, three Myrmidons and of course the Risen Chief.

'Sully and Stahl should stick together, I'll go with them to back them up. Chrom and Frederick should stick together, since Frederick picked up a sword and axe back in town he can have the advantage over nearly enemy. Vaike, Virion and Lissa will stick together, and Miriel can join them when she brings Vaike his axe.'

I was a little worried leaving Lissa alone with only Virion to protect her.

'But even without his weapon, Vaike can take some punishment.'

The Risen came at us, and I prepared myself for battle. I took a deep breath, cleared my mind and took out my tome. I felt the warm buzz of the magic flowing through me and smiled. Something about the magic felt so natural.

'Maybe I'm secretly magical, that's why I'm so mental.'

I would weaken the on coming Risen with my magic and let Sully and Stahl finish them off. I kept a careful eye on the battlefield the entire time. Miriel came and brought Vaike his axe, then joined the group protecting Lissa. I felt confident with the battle, we were pushing the Risen further back and dropping them like flies.

"We have them surrounded, close in!"

I called. We advanced, and the Risen formed a tight barrier in front of their chief.

'Bunching together doesn't work when you're dealing with foes who can use ranged attacks.'

I stepped forward to attack and heard the ground squelch beneath me. I looked down and saw I was standing in some gelatinous goo.

'What the..?'

Suddenly the goo began to bubble and take shape.

"Get back!" I hollered, fearing more of those things were nearby.

'These must be Entombed.'

I tried to get away, but the goo held me firmly in place. I saw more piles of goo forming up around me and panicked.

'Buggar all...'

"Help!"

I tried to hit one of the Entombed with a bolt of magic, but one of them had fully formed and sent the tome flying from my hands with a swipe of its' claw. I swung my sword as a vain attempt to clear a path, but the creatures huddled around me and I couldn't swing my sword at all. I saw Chrom and the others running towards me, but I knew they wouldn't make it to me before the creatures could attack me. One of the Entombed was struck with a bolt of Thunder and Fire magic at the same time and it melted back into the ground. The creature melting gave me enough room to swing my sword. I hit the creature that trapped my leg in the head, but it still stood. I thrust my sword through its' chest, and it still stood.

"Damn you, die already!"

One of the Entombed swung its' claws at me. I tried to twist my body out of the way, and was almost successful but the gnarled claws still grazed me. It sliced my arm, forcing me to drop my sword. I thought I was going to die from pain right there. My arm was gushing blood and I could see muscles and tendons through the wound. The sight enough was enough to make me want to pass out.

'Shouldn'tIbegoingintoshock?!'

Suddenly Stahl and Sully were at my side, hacking the Entombed surrounding me to ribbons. The other Risen were rushing us again. Chrom, Frederick, and Vaike were forming a small barrier against the Risen while Lissa, Miriel, and Virion attacked from behind them. I was losing consciousness, which was good because I was pain swearing and Stahl looked very uncomfortable with my new found vocabulary. Sully and Stahl carried me away from the thick of the battle and tried to stop the bleeding.

"Oh Gods, it can't be stopped!"

Stahl gushed worriedly. I squirmed in pain and swore some more before I finally managed to say something useful.

"Some creatures have bacteri- ahh! *Buggar!* In their saliva or ski- Gah..! Skin that prevent... Coagulation of bloo- Oh Gods dammit!"

Sully grit her teeth.

"Right, bacteria that stops coagulation. Vulnerary won't help that."

I felt myself getting dizzy. I was in so much pain... I started crying. Bawling. Not 'owie' bawling either. I was bawling like my Dad just smacked me around like the red-headed step child. I don't know how long I was crying when suddenly Lissa was over top of me with her staff. She was saying something to me, but I had no idea what it was. Everything started to get fuzzy and soon I couldn't hear anything. I felt myself getting carried somewhere but had no sense of direction.

Eventually I couldn't feel anything anymore, or hear anything. There was just blackness.

"How determined are you to re-write this world?"

I suddenly heard a voice from the darkness, and a bright light flooded my vision. When the light faded, I was laying on some sort of cot in a tent. A staff rested against the cot, Lissas' staff.

'Well... I'm not dead. That's good.'

I tried to sit up, but a numbness so strong it was like stabbing pins stopped me.

"H..eh..."

I tried to call out to someone, but my throat was dry. I tired to do something about it, but it was as if there was no moisture left in my body.

'Well, I need to get someones attention...'

"Do you? Why can't you just lay here and relax?"

I jumped slightly at the voice that again spoke to me.

'What?'

"Why are you so surprised to hear me talking to you? You know all too well the story..."

I struggled to sit up in bed, ignoring the numb stabbing that spread throughout my body.

"Do you need help figuring out who I am?"

I looked frantically around the room, trying to find the person speaking.

'Gods, their voice is almost as annoying as Rosa.'

"I'll pretend you didn't say that, 'Sane'."

'Wha... How...'

"Sane, Sane, Sane... You really are lost, aren't you?"

My head was starting to hurt, as if this voice was slowly pulling my head open.

'Buggar off you!' I snarled mentally, knowing this voice would hear me.

"My my, aren't we grouchy? And here I was about to point out that water to your left."

I looked, and sure enough there was a small glass of water at my bedside. I picked it up and drank it, never in my life so relieved for a drink.

"See? You should listen to me more often. It's not all the time I'm talking about fat men in speedos."

I nearly choked on my water.

'Livvy?!'

"If you want to call me that, I suppose you could. But Livvy doesn't have a nasally voice, does she? No... If your Robin, then I have to be..?"

My eyes widened. 'I'm Robin... You're... Robin...' "Aaaaaaagh!"

I flung myself from the bed and tried to hobble out of the tent. However, the tent had other plans. Apparently the tent could be 'locked' in some fashion, probably with some form of tie. Well, how was I supposed to know this? Anyway, I crashed into the tent flap and momentum kept me going and I ended up pulling down the tent. I shrieked. And I shrieked again. I kept shrieking as I thrashed around in the downed tent.

"I'll give you some alone time." The voice whispered.

I continued to thrash and shriek in the downed tent until I heard someone yelling at me and suddenly someone had grabbed me through the tent.

"SANE! Calm down!"

It was Sully yelling, but I don't think it was Sully who grabbed me. I felt myself pressed up against a wall of metal.

'Frederick?'

I stopped struggling and soon someone undid the tent and I climbed out, quite embarrassed. "So... I..."

Sully glared at me.

"Geez, you spend a few hours passed out and suddenly you're a crazy person! Are we gonna have to keep you off the battlefield?"

I shook my head.

"S-sorry! I was just... Having one heck of a nightmare."

'Rather, an evil dragon bent on killing everyone in the world just spoke to me using my future self.'

Sully rolled her eyes. The person who held me down while the tent was undone was nowhere to be seen.

"Well, you should go see Lissa. And Captain Chrom wants to speak with you also."

I nodded. "Thanks Sully, I'll go see them."

I began to walk away in search of Lissa.

"Hey, Sane." Sully called after me.

I turned.

"Try not to die between here and Lissa, yeah?"

I rolled my eyes and continued on my way. I eventually found Lissa talking to Miriel with Miriels' Fire tome in her hand.

'Hm... Looks like Lissa's going down the Mage route already. We still need a healer, I'll have to keep her away from the tomes until we recruit Marribelle.'

"Lissa, I heard you wanted me?"

She gave Miriel the tome and bounded over to me.

"Sane, you're awake! And walking, that's good."

She looked at me carefully.

"How're you feeling? Does your arm hurt?"

She began tenderly poking and prodding my arm like she was afraid it would fall off.

"I'm fine, Lissa. I'm assuming it was you who patched me up?"

She nodded.

"We were kind of worried about you. Sully said something about bacteria, and them not being able to stop the bleeding. But Virion had an Elixir and a few drops of that and everything was alright. Well, I still used my staff but, you're alive so. Yeah."

She scratched her head in thought.

"Oh, um... Do you think I could be a Mage? I was talking to Miriel and she said I have potential."

I smiled at Lissa.

"You have more than just potential. You could be the greatest Sage the Shepherds have ever seen."

Lissa turned an interesting shade of pink. Miriel scoffed.

"Although Lissa possess uncanny skills with tomes, as do you, becoming a Sage takes years of rigorous training. I myself have been training since I was a young girl and am nowhere near the level of a Sage."

Miriel adjusted her glasses and fixed me with a sad smile.

"As reassuring it is to hear one has potential, simply knowing you posess it significantly reduces your capacity to succeed. You assume since you have latent potential it will surface when you attempt to reach it. Because of this presumption, when one reaches an amount of skill they deem their 'peak', they are unwilling to push themselves forward. If one does not move forward, they slip backwards and become a liability."

Miriel spoke with intelligent conviction. I stared at her, wishing I had a right trigger I could push so I could re-read what Miriel said.

"I have written several theses on the topic. If gossip among camp is truthful you are an enthusiast of literature, yes? I would be happy to assist you in your gathering of knowledge."

My head hurt a little from listening to Miriel speak.

'That's why I don't use you.'

"Thank you for the offer, but I'll have to decline. However, if you have any notes on tomes and how to better your magical prowess, I'd be more than happy to read up."

Miriel adjusted her glasses again.

'Man, she does that more than I do.'

"I do have some notes on the subject. I'll bring the books by your tent later."

'Books? Plural?'

She left.

"Sane, my brother wants to talk to you."

I nodded. "I know, betcha a hundred gold he wants to nag me about something."

Lissa chuckled. "He always wants to nag someone."

I walked through the camp looking for Chrom. As I did the Shepherds all greeted me, inquired about my arm and if I was feeling alright.

"Sane?" It was Frederick.

"Do you feel well enough to train with me later?"

I shrugged. "I think Chrom is going to chew me out. If I'm still alive I'll be more than happy to train with you."

Frederick nodded.

"I've no intention of going easy on you simply because of your recent injury."

For some reason, Fredericks' statement made me blush.

'Did he... Have an edge to his voice?'

I wasn't all that familiar with guys flirting with me. 'But everyone has the one gay friend who flirts with you sometimes to be funny.'

"I wouldn't be able to learn if you went easy on me, would I?"

Frederick smiled.

"Then I hope you're prepared later."

Chrom was easy enough to find. He was off sort of by himself swinging his sword around.

'Well, at least he's not breaking stuff. Hopefully that means he's not going to break me.'

"Chrom? You wanted to see me?"

He swung the sword a few more times, and I thought he didn't hear me, but he then put it down and walked over to me.

'Oh crap, he looks a little pissed off.'

"Sane, good to see you're still alive. You gave some of us quite a scare today."

'Some of us? Meaning not you yeah?'

"I was worried I'd have to find a replacement Tactician."

I laughed weakly. "Gonna take more than some little scratch to keep me down."

Chrom didn't seem to be in a joking mood.

'He's painted to be such the happy man in the game, whatever happened to to treating his men 'Firmly but kindly'?'

"Sane, prehaps we should talk somewhere more private? Unless you don't really care if someone should hear what I have to say to you."

I knew where this was going and tried to not let it show.

"Why, are you afraid someone might get the wrong idea?"

Chrom shot me a look that held a surprising amount of venom.

'Jesus! He's such a prick!'

"Gods damn, I was only trying to inject some humor. I know what you're going to say so just say it."

He frowned. "What was I about to say then?"

I sighed. "You were going to give me some big, thought out speech about how I'm a liability and keep getting my butt handed to me out on the battle field, and how you can't have someone like me who needs rescuing every few minutes because they have all the competence of a fledgling owl."

Chrom blinked and looked at his feet, ashamed. "I wasn't quite going to say that..."

I looked at him.

'Yeah, and I don't have an inappropriate interest in Milla Jovovich.'

"Then what were you going to say?"

"I was going to say," He took a deep breath. "That you're not cut out for fighting like the rest of us are, and if you insist on joining us in battles that you either stay by Frederick, Lissa or myself."

That caught me off guard.

"R-really? I thought you were going to be... Mad or something that I keep getting hurt."

That earned a chuckle from Chrom.

"Frederick doesn't get mad at me when I break the training equipment, why should I get mad at you for your mishaps. Just..."

He trailed off.

"Er... If you want, you could train with me. That is, if your arm feels better."

He gripped the back of his neck as he spoke and had trouble looking me in the eye.

'Oh Gods, please tell me you're not falling for me?'

"I'd be happy to, but I've already promised Frederick I'd train with him this evening."

Chrom flashed the briefest of frowns before shrugging.

"That's great. He's taught me a lot of what I know and I'm sure he'll be able to help you out. And," Chrom drew closer to me and I froze in shock.

"There's a spot in Fredericks' armour, right where his hip is. If you can hit him with the hilt of your sword, it'll catch him off guard because he's secretly ticklish."

I laughed. "And how did you figure this out?"

Chrom smiled. "His horse was feeling frisky one day and kept head butting him. At first we thought it was pretty funny, until the thing knocked him over and... Ah..."

Chrom trailed off. "I should stop there."

I cocked my head to the side.

"Why?"

Chrom looked around for some form of escape.

"Well, it's just you're a lady... Kind of."

I looked at him for a second in disbelief.

"I'm 'kind of' a lady? What the hell does that mean?"

Chrom raised his hands in defense.

"Look, I mean, obviously you're a woman, but you're not very lady like. Er... That is, you ARE a lady, just not a woman... I ah..."

I could not believe what I was hearing. Well, I could, because I'd seen it before every time I unlocked the C rank support for Chrom and the Avatar, but still. Actually hearing it in person was very different than reading it in a video game.

"Chrom, I'm going to stop you there."

He flashed a painful smile.

"No er... No hard feelings right?"

I glared at him.

I decided to not bludgeon him with a rock, although conveniently one was sitting not too far away. After talking to him I went for my training session with Frederick and true to his word he did not go easy on me. I tried to use the information Chrom gave me to my advantage, but I wasn't able to get close enough to Frederick to land so much as a single strike. I went to bed tired and exhausted that night, but surprisingly my body did not ache in the way I thought it was going to. Rather, I felt a dull ache, like my body was almost expecting more and hurt because I was resting, not exerting myself.

'Guess I'm building up resistance to this. Maybe by the time we get to Regina Ferox I'll be ready for a battle. Who knows, I might even go without nearly getting myself killed in the process.'

Okay, you might be a little confused as to why I called Other me/Grima 'Livvy' it's because in real life, I sometimes legit talk to a darker part of me, and I've named her Olivia but call her Livvy for short. And yes, sometimes to piss me off Livvy does talk and think about fat men in speedos. But sometimes when I'm sad it's a really good distraction.