Alright, second chapter. Honestly, I've been thinking that saying this story was a reboot was kind of a mistake. Things are different now, and I'd rather not rely on it being a remake of the old story. Kind of considering changing the story name since I've decided to change things so much.


Chapter 2: Welcome to the Shepherds

"Welcome to Ylisstol, Robin." Lissa twirled around to face him.

Robin was in awe. The capital of Ylisse was a wondrous city, with buildings and shops arranged neatly. In the distance, Robin could see the ground rising to form a mound far away, with a large castle resting majestically at the top.

He looked around and found vendors and citizens shopping, eating, drinking, dancing, and playing without a care in the world. It was wonderful to him. He couldn't help but smile at how peaceful everything looked. True, there were knights standing guard here and there, but there was nearly no sign of aggression through Robin's trek through the city.

"It fills me with gratitude for Naga for keeping our home safe." Frederick gave a sigh of relief.

"That forest is probably just ashes and rubble now." Lissa groaned sadly.

"Nevertheless, we should keep going." Chrom led the group through the crowd.

"Ah, there she is." Lissa pointed forward, turning to Robin.

"Who?" Robin looked around.

This gigantic crowd was making it rather difficult to see anything. When Robin got a good look at her, she certainly looked like a ruler. She had long blonde hair like Lissa's but it was straighter, curling into drills at the ends. Her split bangs showed that she had the same mark of Ylisse that Chrom had on his shoulder, looking like a faint scar or light tattoo.

"The Exalt, Emmeryn. She's the ruler of this country." Lissa explained.

"Isn't it too dangerous to just let her walk out in the open like this?" Robin asked.

"Of course, that would be unthinkable. Lady Emmeryn is a powerful symbol of peace and forgiveness. She has been a long advocate of mercy and generosity. Any citizen or warrior in Ylisse would guard her with their lives, and many wouldn't even consider the thought of harming her. She's loved that much." Frederick answered.

"Emmeryn's endured a lot, as the first child of the previous Exalt. We had a long conflict with Plegia recently, and she spent years trying to repair the damage inflicted by it. Even when stoned or abused, she didn't run nor did she raise a hand. She always forgave and encouraged others to do so." Chrom added.

"When our parents died, she took it upon herself to raise us. She's the best sister too since she always spoiled us." Lissa chuckled.

Robin instantly stopped.

"Something wrong?" Chrom turned around.

"Wait…sister…spoiled…raise…" Robin muttered to himself.

His stomach and jaw dropped.

"Forgive my insolence, Your Majesties!" Robin threw himself to one knee.

Lissa jumped with the speed in which he moved.

"Uh, please don't do that. I don't like it when that happens. You can just call us Chrom and Lissa like usual." Chrom sheepishly chuckled.

"There is no need to behave that way, Sir Robin. Milord and Milady have proven to be quite patient."

"That explains why Frederick can be so frantic." Robin mused.

"Sometimes, I worry for my health when Milord and Milady choose to be careless." Frederick nodded.

"C'mon, Emm's going back to the castle. Let's go introduce you." Lissa dragged Robin through the crowd.

"Wait, but shouldn't I have an audience requested?" Robin asked.

"It'll be fine. You're our newest friend! I know Emm would love to meet you!" Lissa giggled.

Robin was still hesitant, unsure of whether or not he was able to converse with royalty. Would they decapitate him if he said the wrong word? Was he going to be bound and jailed for his unknown alignment? Then again, Robin did feel rather calm about this.


The doors to the Royal Ylissean Palace were blue, with the mark of Ylisse upon it. It looked like a tear drop with a crescent underneath it, capturing the tear.

"Their Majesties have returned!" A guard at the door announced.

The doors opened, revealing a grand room with red carpets, marble halls, and gold-framed paintings. Hallways spanned to the left and right and forward, giving hints to the magnitude of the Ylissean Palace. Blue and gold banners hung from the ceilings as crystalline chandeliers sparkled above.

"Ah, welcome home, Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick." Emmeryn turned to the group.

"And I welcome you, as well, dear guest." Emmeryn smiled kindly at Robin.

"I am honored to be in your presence, Your Majesty." He bowed.

"This is our newest friend, Robin. He helped us deal with a bandit problem in one of the outskirt towns. They came from Plegia." Chrom explained.

"I see. It's my fault, I should've mobilized my knights."

A woman with short light blue hair and amber eyes spoke up. She wore lighter armor in comparison to the knights that stood guard around the Palace.

"No, it's not your fault, Phila. You had your knights stationed across the country and around the Palace. You're already doing excellent. Leave matters like these to the Shepherds." Chrom smiled kindly.

"And how are the borders now?" Emmeryn asked.

"Safe as usual, but I'm starting to think that we need to be even more cautious now. Plegia's getting more aggressive." Chrom folded his arms.

"It's thanks to Robin that we got the job done quickly." Lissa pointed a thumb at the amnesiac.

"Yes, quite so. He was dual-wielding magic and swordplay. One of the townsfolk even told me that he saved her from a horrific fate." Chrom nodded.

"Then, I am grateful for your efforts, Sir Robin." Emmeryn stepped closer.

"I do not wish to spoil the mood, but I must speak. Robin, here, has claimed that he has no memory. We cannot rule out that treachery is above him nor below him." Frederick interjected.

He saw how close Emmeryn was getting to Robin, making his wariness kick in.

"That was quite uncalled for, Frederick." Chrom turned to his lieutenant.

"I must apologize, however, my greatest duty is the safety of my lieges." Frederick answered without hesitance nor shame.

"Even so, Robin has been allowed within the boundaries of this Palace and not once, has he raised suspicion from others. Not only that, but I must ask, when did you all meet him?"

"Yesterday morning." Lissa answered.

"And not once, has he tried to harm you in your sleep?" Emmeryn continued.

"Actually, he was the first to notice trouble." Lissa followed up.

"And does he have your trust?" Emmeryn turned to each of the three Shepherds.

"Yep!" Lissa chuckled.

"Indeed." Chrom nodded.

"I must admit…some of it." Frederick sighed.

"Then that's good enough for me. Besides, we cannot truly know if someone is amnesiac or not. I say that we take a chance on the limb that he truly does not remember who he is. I think that we should help this man, rather than doubt his words and leave him in trouble. Just as we presume that he may be a spy, we cannot rule out the fact that he may truly be without his memories, also." Emmeryn decided.

"Thus, I have an offer." Chrom turned to Robin.

"Robin, would you like to join the Shepherds? We would gladly welcome someone with your skills." Chrom extended a hand.

Robin had to think about this. Then again, there wasn't much to think about. He had no memories and no idea what sort of life he had. The only thing he had right now was a random sword, a Thunder Tome, and the clothes on his back. He had nothing else. No memories, no life to return to, maybe not even a family. He had no clue as to what he should be doing.

He looked around and saw that there was, at the very least, great trust amongst these Ylisseans. They didn't seem to be terrible people. They could've just left him behind in that field or dropped him off at the town last night. Yet, they watched out for him and expressed faith in him when they barely knew him. How could he refuse them when they probably saved his life?

"If you'll have me, it would be my honor." Robin nodded, smiling.

"Then, welcome to your new home." Chrom smiled.

"Should you ever need anything, let any of us know. Also…" Emmeryn turned to Frederick.

"Thank you, Frederick. You're always looking out for us. No matter how it makes you look, you always protect us with utmost devotion and self-sacrifice. I just want you to know how much we appreciate you. I know that Chrom, Lissa, and I all feel that way."

"A lowly knight such as myself am unworthy of praise, Your Grace." Frederick bowed.

"Now, onto new matters. Emm, have you heard of new monsters appearing?" Chrom turned to his older sister.

"Yes, citizens have come flocking to Ylisstol in panic. We're actually about to convene in the Royal Council to talk about it." Emmeryn nodded.

"Then I'll join as well." Chrom walked to follow Emmeryn, who was starting to walk away.

"While they're doing that, let's get you settled in." Lissa turned to Robin.

She led him out of the main room and into a hallway.

"The Shepherds, what are they, exactly?" Robin asked.

"It's a special group made up of people recruited by Chrom. We mainly go around dealing with matters that the Royal Army can't. Mainly, it's dealing with trouble in the towns where the Army can't move fast enough to deal with. What we dealt with yesterday, is a main duty that the Shepherds undertake. We're not too large in members, but there's a good number of us."

"And where do we stay? In our own homes?"

Robin began to wonder if there was a place to buy.

"No, Chrom created a barrack here in the Royal Palace for us so that we could gather quickly. I'll take you there."

True to Lissa's claims, a sizable building within the grounds of the Palace was right outside the main structure. It was made of grey stone, with several floors and a dark roof.

"Everyone gets their own room, since we're so small compared to the military. Now, we can be kinda quirky, but we're all fun folks to be around. I think you'll get along with everyone." Lissa smiled.

"I'd like to think so." Robin nodded.


Entering the Shepherds' barracks, a long hallway stretched to two sides, with a main room dividing them. It was largely decorated like the Main Palace, but there were several objects left across the place. Tomes were stacked on tables and in shelves, a battle axe was left on another table, and an empty plate was on one of the counters. Certainly, people were at home here.

"Hey, I've brought a new recruit!" Lissa called out without a care in the world.

"Now that was rude to leave Teach behind." Someone walked out of their room.

A tall and muscular man walked out. He had dark skin with blond hair smoothed back, giving him it the look of a mop. He seemed comfortable, since he lacked a shirt and only wore pants and boots.

"Well, we didn't have time since we got a report about bandits constantly raiding one of the bordering towns." Lissa chuckled.

"Has Lord Chrom returned as well?" A young lady with pearl armor walked up.

She had dark-grey hair and grey eyes, with a feather hair-clip.

"Yes, don't worry, Sumia. He's perfectly fine."

"Sumia here was fretting horrifically since you three left. I'd worried that she'd gain bruises and grey hair from all of the worrying and falling." Another young woman walked up.

She had long blonde hair shaped into drills, with pink bows in her hair. Her attire was also of the same color, being a pink long-sleeved shirt with matching pants and brown boots. Robin had to admit, he found her quite pretty.

"Hey, Maribelle." Lissa smiled.

"You could've made me aware that you were leaving, Lissa. I'd thought you'd been taken by brigands." Maribelle huffed.

"Well, Chrom was in a hurry, so I just followed his tail. Anyways, enough about the sudden leave, we've got a new member in the Shepherds. This is Robin." Lissa stepped aside.

"Hello, everyone. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." Robin gave a polite greeting.

"I see..." Maribelle eyed him quietly.

"Ah, excuse my attire. I have little else." Robin scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Ah, a low-class citizen." Maribelle muttered to herself before walking away.

Robin sighed, wondering if Maribelle was of an arrogant class of nobles.

"Don't take it the wrong way, Robin. Maribelle is actually quite nice. It's just that she takes time to get friendly. She's not too fond of strangers at first glance." Sumia gave him an apologetic smile.

"I'll admit, she can come off as rough, but once she's decided that you're a friend, then she'll defend you like nobody's business. She does care about the unlucky people here in Ylisstol. She just might be recording your name as someone to help later." Lissa added.

"I understand."

Suddenly, a loud belch reached Robin's ear.

"Vaike…" Lissa facepalmed.

"Sorry, had a ton of cheese earlier. Might be cutting it too." Vaike chuckled.

Robin couldn't help but snicker.

"Hey, looks like you've got a sense of humor." Vaike smiled.

"Of course, I do." Robin chuckled.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance as well, Sir Robin." A voice spoke up.

Everyone began looking around.

"W-What was that?" Robin scanned the doors and stairs.

"My name is Kellam."

"Uh…this place isn't built over a cemetery or something, right?" Robin turned to Lissa.

"Give it a minute." Lissa pursed her lips.

Turning around, Robin then noticed a tall man in armor.

"When'd you get here?" Vaike asked.

"I was here the whole time." Kellam sighed.

"Well, this is Kellam, one of our other Shepherds. No, he's not a ghost, unlike what others say. He just happens to be really good at stealth." Lissa sheepishly pointed out.

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Robin." Said man shook Kellam's hand.

"Likewise." Kellam smiled.

"Hello there, Sir Robin, my name is Miriel." A woman with glasses and short red hair walked up to the enlarging group. She had a witch's hat, a cloak around her shoulders, and long baggy pants.

"It's an honor, Lady Miriel. My name is Robin."

"Miriel's our resident senior mage. If you need to know about magic, then she's the best to talk to. And this would be Ricken." Lissa informed him.

Robin wondered who she was talking about until suddenly, he heard footsteps coming down from a flight of stairs. A young boy that looked pre-teen came down the steps. He was also in a mage's attire, with red hair and a serious expression.

"Sorry, I'm late. I heard we've got a new recruit."

"Ricken, meet Robin, our newest member."

"Greetings, Robin, I'm Ricken. I may look young, but I promise that my skills are satisfactory." Ricken shook the older man's hand.

"It's an honor, Ricken."

"Where're the others?" Lissa asked.

"Probably doing the usual. Stahl's probably stuffing his face. I think Sully ventured off to find you three. She sent a message, saying she's on her way back with someone." Ricken shrugged.

"Well, with that done, let's get you a room, Robin. We'll probably meet them in a bit."


Choosing a random one, Robin's room was all the way to the end of the hall on the second floor, which was conveniently vacant. Opening the door, Robin saw that there was one window, a closet, a comfortable bed, and a desk inside with a single shelf in the wall.

"It may not seem like much, but it's comfortable."

True, the room did have quite an amount of space to it. Robin had expected his quarters to be much smaller than this, even if this one was modest.

"Oh, I think I'll like it here." Robin smiled gratefully.

"Good. The closet has a number of stuff inside, already. There're extra blankets and pillows, and generic clothes inside. Also, food is served at nearly all times in the Dining Hall, so if you're ever hungry, just go ahead and grab what you want. Other than that, Breakfast is at 8am, Lunch is at 1pm and Dinner is at 6pm. Now, let's give you a tour. We just might meet the other Shepherds along the way." Lissa walked back out of the room.

Robin was fascinated with the Library, given the ludicrous amount of books within its walls. There were even floors that held nothing but books and tables for study. The Courtyard was lush with flowerbeds and fountains, spanning an unnecessary amount of distance in Robin's opinion. The Training Grounds were also littered with troops practicing their forms and new weapons. Perhaps the most unusual thing to him, was the Lab, which had a ton of potions and concoctions brewing under small torches.

"Ah, Lissa!" A deep but feminine voice called over.

Turning around, Robin and Lissa turned to see two others approaching them.

"Hey, Sully!" Lissa cheerfully greeted her.

Sully had short red hair, sticking in different directions, with red eyes, a muscular figure and knightly scarlet armor. Robin was a bit wary of her, given her aggressive stare and standoffish body language.

The man beside her reminded him of a scarecrow, since he was so thin. He had clothes that had hints of being of noble commission but at the same time, they were incredibly common-like. He had turquoise hair which framed his face.

"Are you and the others alright? I heard you were in the forests when it started breaking apart."

"Yeah, we're fine. And who might this be?" Lissa turned to the new man beside Sully.

"This is Virion." Sully quipped.

"Greetings, fair lady. I am humbled and honored to the utmost degree to be in your shining presence." Virion bowed.

"I've been meaning to talk to Chrom, since he wants to join. He talks like this, but his skills are pretty legit." Sully huffed.

"Well, Chrom's in a Council meeting right now, so it's gonna have to wait. Oh, right, this is Robin, our newest member." Lissa gestured to him.

Sully eyed him, scanning him as if he were a brick.

"I see. Name's Sully. Pleased to meet'cha." Sully extended a hand.

"The name's Robin and likewise." Robin gave her a firm shake.

"Well, we'd better get going." Sully turned Virion around before he could make another poetic speech.

"We should too." Lissa nodded.

As the pair walked, Robin turned to Lissa.

"So, tell me, why's the military so small?" He asked.

After so much time had been spent walking around, he found it odd that such a country like Ylisse had such a small military force.

"Well, it's mostly Emm's doing. Y'see, our father, the last Exalt…wasn't exactly a man of peace. Because of that, Emmeryn's trying to do things differently. She downsized the army to the minimum and maintained only what was necessary to protect the country, in contrast to our father, who maintained the numbers and weapons for venturing out of our borders." Lissa concisely explained.

There was probably much a bloodier background to this. The sour look on Lissa's face gave away just how dark the short story really was. He recalled how Chrom told him that even when being stoned, Emmeryn offered no retribution. She merely accepted it. From what it sounded, the previous Exalt was a tyrant.

"People have tried to attack Emm a lot in the past, but not once did she fight back. She's always forgiven others, no matter what, even if she can be stern sometimes." Lissa sadly noted.

"And that's why Plegia's taking this chance." Robin noted.

"Huh?" Lissa looked at him.

"I mean, it makes sense. If Emmeryn's so well-known, then naturally, others would know of her tendencies. She'd be seen as the absolute pacifist. If people have tried to kill her several times, then others would see that as an exploitable weakness. She'd allow too many chances. Also, if the military is this small, then a large-scale invasion of an average kingdom or an alliance were to occur, then Ylisse would be hard-pressed to defend against it. The Royal Palace stands on a cliff, leaving little in ways to escape if the worst comes. I don't like it." Robin spoke, almost as if rambling to himself.

He then realized what he sounded like.

"Sorry, just thinking to myself."

'I don't like it, he says. I guess he already cares.' Lissa mused.

"Y'know, you like to think about that stuff. Earlier, at that village, you thought up of a plan on the spot as soon as you arrived." A voice spoke up behind the duo.

"Ah!"

"Wha!"

Lissa and Robin jumped at the sudden volume and close proximity of Chrom's voice.

"I don't blame you for thinking that, because I do agree, but all that we've done so far, was done for a peaceful change. The Shepherds may seem quirky and eccentric, but trust me, we'd lay down our lives for Ylisse and each other." Chrom gave Robin a reassuring smile.

"Now, I do believe that I have some information to tell you."

"What would that be?" Robin asked.

"I'll tell you and the other Shepherds later at Dinner."

"Well, I've just shown Robin around and introduced him to the others, aside from Stahl, so we're on our way to the Dining Hall."

"Alright then, I'll join you. I'd like to check up on the Palace too." Chrom nodded.

"So, what do you think of this place so far?" The Prince asked as the trio started walking.

"I think it's nice. It's not too big, not too small, and feels homely." Robin answered.

"Good. That's the kind of atmosphere that the Shepherds always had. We may have the label of being a small armed group or militia, but at the end of the day, we're just band of wacky friends." Chrom sounded satisfied.

"So, how'd the meeting go?" Lissa asked.

"I'll tell you all about it at dinner." Chrom alluded.


True to what he said, after a few more hours, the Prince of Ylisse had an announcement. All of the Shepherds had gathered in the Dining Hall for the Shepherd's barracks, granting Chrom ease for his plans.

Standing up and tapping his goblet, Chrom garnered attention at one single time.

"Now that everyone's here, it's time to make an announcement. I'm sure you've all felt those earthquakes last night, correct?" He looked around.

In response, he received unanimous nods.

"Well, last night, Frederick, Lissa, Robin, and I, were in the forest outside the Capital. There, we were engaged by mysterious creatures that we've chosen to name the Risen. We don't know how they came to be or how they came here, but it's been made clear that they're not friendly. All day, we've received reports of them attacking villages on the outskirts of the Ylissean border, namely close to Plegia. Thus, we've made a decision amongst the Council. Tomorrow morning, we will march to Regna Ferox to request aid from the Khans to deal with them."

That created some murmurs but Chrom understood that it was mainly out of curiosity.

"What's Regna Ferox?" Robin pondered.

"A warrior nation that's to the North of Ylisse. We've been on neutral grounds with them throughout our history, so they'll look at us more logically than they would others." Frederick answered.

"Warrior-nation, huh?"

"Yep. They let the blade do the talking. If you're good enough, they hear you, if not, then you're gonna be as quiet as a whisper. That's how it rolls in Regna Ferox." Vaike further explained.

"Just don't call them barbarians, unlike what many others do. Those who don't respect their ways label them as such, thus the bad attitude they have for that name." Frederick interjected.

While Robin was getting an explanation, Chrom reached the next part of his announcement.

"Now, this mission will be voluntary, so if you wish, then you can join."

"I'll go!" Lissa energetically raised her hand.

Chrom sighed a little. He could already see it. He could hear the complaints and whines that Lissa would make if she joined with them. If nothing else, she'd badger him for a horse to carry her the entire trip. At worst, she'd outright prank him if she didn't get something for her supposed compensation.

"I'll join in too. I've been itching for a good adventure." Vaike shot up.

"I'll go too." Miriel spoke up.

"If my dear Lissa insists upon going, then I shall join as well." Maribelle huffed.

"As always, I shall take part." Frederick nodded, as if it was a given.

Robin thought about this. He wasn't too sure about jumping into this, but at the same time, his mind was jarred when he was in that town yesterday. He'd remembered that grabbing a random sword and a tome had caused some muscle memory and subconscious knowledge to rise up in his mind. Maybe if he continued doing it, then he'd remember something about his past.

"I'll also go." Robin raised a hand.

Nearly every single person amongst the Shepherds volunteered, aside from Sully, Miriel, and Virion, who'd been newly inducted into the group as well.

"Wait, what about me?" Ricken protested.

Chrom turned to him, as if still thinking.

"Not just yet, Ricken. You're still too young to be going anywhere. I don't know whether or not the Risen will appear again like the other knight. I've fought them firsthand. They're not like any sort of brigands or bandits like in days past. They're like machines, with pain not being something they clearly feel. At this point, you haven't garnered enough experience to travel outside of Ylisse just yet." He sternly, yet gently responded.

"But I've been a Shepherd for a while already. Didn't Lissa just get to go on her first outing?"

"That's because Lissa has generated years of experience as a cleric, she's seen battle before." Chrom continued to stamp down Ricken's attempts to join.

"When'll I get the chance to go, Chrom?" Ricken calmly asked, but his frustration was clear in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Ricken, but it's not time yet. You're still too eager."

The young lad received sympathetic looks from everyone, but in the end, Chrom was right. He was too desperate to prove himself and that could harm him.

"With all volunteers decided, you should prepare your belongings tonight and be ready to leave shortly after dawn tomorrow." Chrom finalized the news with that sentence.

With all massive talk over, everyone could now enjoy dinner. It was then that it was explained what sort of traditions the Shepherds had.

"How's the food?" Chrom asked.

Robin had just taken a bite out of his pork and vegetable stew. Accompanying it, were slices of bread with cheese over it, and an assortment of vegetables.

"It's pretty good. I like it."

"Thank you." Sumia bashfully spoke up.

"Here in the Shepherds ranks, we take turns cooking for everyone, so things change up every so often." Chrom explained.

'I hope I don't poison anybody.' Robin gasped.

He hadn't tried cooking before, so he was sure he'd be dreadful in the kitchen. He could already see it now. Everyone would be bedridden from stomach pains and nausea from whatever foul concoction he'd made.

"Also, once a month, we have picnics so that we can maintain our friendships. Of course, we'll have to cancel it this month because of all the trouble, but aside from fun and games, we also do much training." Chrom glared at Frederick.

"Ah, the Fanatical Fitness Hour." Frederick grinned.

"I swear, it's the only other thing he likes besides starting fires." Lissa sighed.

Frederick immediately lost his grin.

"I apologize, Milady, but it's for the good of all. The better shape you are in, the better your chances of survival."

"We know you mean well, but any more than the usual and I'll have a petition on my desk." Chom laughed.

"I'll…find a less strenuous routine." Frederick sighed.

"I'm curious about it."

Frederick's eyes lit up once more.

"Would you like to try it?"

Lissa and Chrom were shaking their heads from across the table, silently warning him with their eyes and blinks.

'No, don't do it. No, no, no.' Chrom prayed.

'Oh no, he's going to get killed.' Lissa cringed.

"Sure." Robin nodded.

'I can't believe he agreed to it!' Vaike, Maribelle, Ricken, Chrom, Lissa, Kellam, and Sumia whimpered at the same time.

Robin had just signed his own death warrant.

"Excellent. As soon as the chance arrives, I will notify you, Sir Robin."

'The poor boy doesn't understand what he's done to himself.' Once more, the Shepherds spoke in unison within their minds.

"By the way, Sumia, I heard you were worrying yourself crazy earlier today." Lissa turned to the shy Pegasus knight.

"Huh?!" She yelped.

"I mean, Maribelle did tell me that you were worrying yourself sick because of what might've happened to Chrom." Lissa deviously noted.

"Well, of course, Chrom is our Prince and leader. The same goes for the rest of you, you're my precious friends, after all." Sumia retorted.

"I understand how you feel and thank you for worrying about us, Sumia. Just like you said, we're all very dear friends and I would've probably done the same thing." Chrom nodded, proud.

'He's friendzoning her and doesn't even realize it.' Robin nearly sputtered.

He looked at Sumia's twitching brow and failing smile. From what it seemed, Chrom was as blunt as a slab of metal. He worried for the future of Ylisse now.


Later that night, Robin had found himself to have eaten to the point of near-bursting. He'd hoped he wasn't a glutton before he lost his memories. Given his appearance, it might've not been so. Still, his appetite said otherwise.

He walked over to his desk and took out a book. While out in town, Robin had ensured to get something for himself since Chrom decided to give him early pay. As a Shepherd, he'd regularly get a salary, so he was glad he wouldn't have to beg on the streets.

Opening the book, Robin took his quill and began writing, recording everything from when he awoke on the side of the road all the way till this very moment. Throwing in as many details as he could, Robin made sure not to leave a single thing out. He wanted to ensure that if he ever forgot anything again, he could open this book and remember.

He decided that since he was an amnesiac, he'd need to keep track of his own thoughts and experiences. It was kind of cheesy, but what could he do when he had no idea when he was a blank slate? This was a good chance to develop some new ones or to try and remember old ones. After all, he had a long march tomorrow morning. Tomorrow, he'd be going on a mission that was detrimental to the lives of Ylisse.


And that is the end of this chapter. It was pretty light-hearted, kind of didn't want to put in more than necessary and I didn't want to scare anyone with overwhelming length, lol. Anyways, please let me know of what you think about the start of the new story and if you have any questions, feel free to ask and I'll try to answer them ASAP. However, if it's about spoilers, then I'd refrain from asking about them. If there's one thing I've learned within my few short years on , then it's that I had a big mouth when I first started. Seriously ruined plots with only a few words and requests.