Of Dragons and Dreams

Chapter 1: Rebirth of a Dragon

Hello fellow Fanfiction readers and writers. Welcome to chapter one of 'Of Dragons and Dreams" Title still in the works, maybe. I still don't own Fire Emblem. If I did ya'll would probably not love it as much or at all.

This is my story; Father thinks it is a good idea to write this as a way to become balanced. Since you are reading this there are a few things you should know about me.

My name is Robin. My father is a man named Validar.

At the time of writing this I have seen nineteen years.

I am Plegian.

I possess the Heart of Grima; I am a Fellblood.

I ran my pale fingers over the curving letters. The first page in the leather bound book I had been keeping for months. I had written more in it but it had become somewhat of a habit for me to re-read the first page. I flipped through the ageing pages to the next blank one. I had to write down this dream it was the fifth time I had had it in the past fortnight.

I wrote down the dream in every detail I could remember. Sometime during the daze of writing I had changed into my day clothes, a simple dark grey dress.

"Ack!" I yelped at the loud knock on the wooden door to my bed chamber. I stood up quickly, knocking the chair to the ground with a clatter as the door swung open.

Standing in the doorway was a tall man his narrow face carved into a permanent scowl.

"F-Father?!" I stuttered already pale face blanching. I was late for my lessons. That was the only time –other than my religious lessons- my Father ever saw me, any other time it was a servant.

"You are late again, Robin. This is not acceptable," his dark brown eyes narrowed in annoyance at his only child's tardiness.

I bowed my head, long off-white hair; the same shade of newly ageing pages in a book, swaying, "Sorry Father, please forgive me. I will go to my lessons right away."

True to my word, I grabbed my bag made of soft Chon'sin fabric, ran to the door and almost into Father.

"Don't be late tomorrow, Robin," Father hissed in his dark voice before he strode away down the long grey hallway.

I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I gripped the bag lightly and walked towards the stairwell. My classroom, as Dante called it, was really just and unused wing of the library.

I reached the stairwell and my footsteps echoed on the stone walls, as I spiraled down to the lower floor. In front of the lower entrance to the stairwell were the carved oak doors that lead into the library.

The heavy doors opened with loud creaks, I squeezed my eyes shut at the sharp sound.

"Good morn' Lady Robin,"

I opened my eyes to see the old sage, Dante.

Dante was sitting at the table in the west side of the library a thick book in front of him and his large round glasses shining.

"I'm sorry for being late, Dante," I breathed as I took a seat next to my teacher I had pulled the large book to me and opened it to the middle staring at the words, "I lost track of time,"

I looked up quickly at the hearty chuckle from the old man, "Why that's alright milady, when you as old as me time really doesn't matter anymore," he said around another laugh.

"Now let's get starting with our morning lessons."

I could still see the dream in vivid color, but sight was not the only sense. I could still hear it. The sound of the sword striking thin armor. The blue haired man's call of victory before he choked on his own blood. I could feel the warm tears on my cheeks and the empty pain in my chest. The smell of blood still filled my nose; I could even taste the metallic tang of it.

"Robin! Are you listening to me?!"

I was rocked from my doze by Aversa's loud voice. "Huh? Oh yes Aversa,"

The rocking emotions from the dream settled leaving my mind sluggish, not a good thing when training with Aversa.

"Then charge at me!" Aversa growled from the back of her black pegasus, Janus. They hovered only few feet from the ground and over twice that distance from me.

I nodded and readjusted my grip on the leather reigns of my own black pegasus. In my other hand I raised the iron lance. I gave my steed, Branwyn, a light kick on her sides. And she leapt forward black wings flapping even though they did not aid in flight.

We neared Aversa in a few seconds and I thrust the lance at her. The next second I was behind her and missing my lance. I turned Branwyn but Aversa kept her back to me, the iron weapon on the ground.

I glanced at the lance then back to my riding as well as fighting instructor's back.

"Robin?" her voice was cold.

"Yes Aversa?" I was prepared to kick Branwyn into a flying-gallop.

"Use a tome next time, your skill in magic is high. You only use a lance against an enemy with less armor, like a mage. You know this." She turned Janus toward me so I could see her tan face that was covered in purple swirls.

"Sorry, Aversa" I was doing a lot of apologizing today, but only to Father and my teachers. They were the only ones Father told me to respect.

Aversa let out a stressed sigh, "Let's continue."

I had picked out an Elwind tome, wind magic was strong against airborne units, from the saddle bag and was about to flip it open when I felt Branwyn stiffen under me.

"What is it, girl?" I asked the pegasus. She snorted and I glanced up at Aversa, she was focused on something in the sky.

A wyvern lord was circling above the training grounds of Father's estate. He was marked with Plegian red. He landed a few yards away and dismounted the grey dragon. Aversa looked down from Janus's back at him.

"Aversa! King Gangrel requests your assistance immediately!" He told her with a salute.

The king? I knew that Aversa was Gangrel's right hand and one of his most trusted advisor but he rarely called for her other than in an a time of emergency.

Aversa's lips curled up to a sly smile. "Alright, Robin I will be leaving now." That was the last thing she said be for kicking her pegasus and waiting before charging off with the wyvern lord. I watched them fly off till they disappeared.

I furrowed my brow in confusion and commanded Branwyn to land. I felt her dip and land on the hard ground. I slid from the saddle so I could collect the fallen weapon. Once I had retrieved the lance I looked over my shoulder at the pegasus.

"Come Branwyn."

She snorted but obeyed and followed me back to the stable. Her stall was the first one and across form where the weapons where stored. I cast a glare at the winged horse and she went into the stall and waited as I replaced the lance and tome.

I walked into her stall and removed the mount armor. As I removed the saddle she let out a long sigh.

"Oh shush it is not that heavy you flying mule," I told her and she held her nose high. Stupid winged beast.

I set the armor on the rack where it was kept and finished her care routine by bushing her and giving her fresh food and water. This was no job for a lady of my standard. This was work for a stable hand. Curse Aversa for saying that I had to form a bond with Branwyn like this.

I closed and locked the stable door. Branwyn stuck her head out. I rubbed her head and kissed her nose. "Stupid flying mule…why do I love you?"

She snorted before turning to enjoy her meal.

I left her to be and so I could change out of my sweaty dark rider uniform.

I was back in the library with Dante for my afternoon lessons.

"Lady Robin, what are the names of the members of Ylisse's royal family?" Dante asked in his wheezing voice.

I sighed, I hated that country and everyone in it. "The eldest, the Exalt, is named Emmeryn. Her younger brother is Chrom and their little sister is Lissa."

"Very good, what are Ylisse's principles?" Another question about them. The hypocrites. Damn them to hell.

"They preach peace but do they follow that. No. They attack us constantly and kill the peasants. I hate them. All of those no good Ylissens," anger coursed through my veins, but a sudden wave of calm stopped that. Dante always knew what was going on, perhaps he would know what happened to Aversa,

"Dante, do you know why that Wyvern Lord came for Aversa? I am sure that news has spread by now."

No response.

I looked up from the book to see Dante staring at me. His thick white eyebrows furrowed.

"I do not know milady, I do apologize."

The rest of the lesson passed slowly, my mind wondering. What would be so important that the king needed Aversa?

The last of today's lessons ended. Except for religion. Father's class.

His classroom was an old part of an old worship hall, now fallen into disrepair. Father was pacing in front of me. He mas muttering something in an old language one I could not decipher. But I knew the words by heart, it was Grima's Prayer.

Once he was done speaking, I bowed my head, shut my eyes and recited the prayer as well. Then I repeated it in our modern language. I could feel my mark on the back of my hand burn. I was making a connection.

I opened my eyes and the dark room was no longer there. It was replaced by a pitch black world. A figure surrounded by purple light stood out. I was no longer in control of my body and my arm rose on its own accord. I reached out and touched the figure. The world pitched forward.

I was snapped out of the black world and found myself on the floor of the worship hall. I was racked with coughs and blood splattered the ground. The back of my right hand stung where the mark was.

Once my fit was over I took a deep breath trying to steady myself. I felt something on my shoulder and jumped.

"Robin. What was that?" Father asked. He was not at all happy with my failure to bring back the Fell Dragon.

I sat back and the blood from my lips with the sleeve of my dress. My chest hurt, the same empty feeling from my dream, "I'm sorry, Father. I was scared. It was dark and there was dark figure and purple light."

I looked up at him his eyes were shocked at first but it was gone soon after replaced by their usual disappointment.

"Go find a healer, you're covered in blood. You are the only heart of Grima to be born so you can't risk killing yourself. Now go."

I stood up and swayed, "Yes, Father."

I slowly made my way over to the doors that lead to the main hall way of the manor. I had never been this weak after his lessons and I had never seen that figure before. Was I making progress?

I leaned on the wooden door and it swung open with my weight, nearly sending me toppling to the ground.

I made my way, albeit slowly, to the servant chambers where the healers lived. I was about to found the corner when voices caught my ears. I leaned on the stone wall to keep myself from falling.

"Did you hear?"

"No. What?"

"A Wyvern Lord came to the estate today. He was looking for Aversa. Yillse invaded us."

What? Plegia had been invaded? The attack must have been great enough for the king to want investigate it.

Pain shot though my head, the pain sharp as a dagger. My vision turned black, not the same darkness from when I tried to bring Grima back, but inky blackness all the same. The world fell from under me and I fell with it.

There we go, that was chapter one. I plan on making this a long-ish story. So I would like critics to tell me how to improve it. So I leave that to you reviewers. See you next time.