Robin only managed to grab his tome when Henry dragged him out of their room. He was barely conscious, but from what Henry told him he knew he had to run. As they ran up to the deck, he realized they were the only ones out.

"Henry what's going on?!" He didn't get an answer but as they breached the deck he knew enough. The previously clear sky was consumed by large clouds that loomed over them, this storm was approaching unnaturally fast. It'd be only a few seconds before they were all done for.

The oddest part about the situation was the silence, the usual sounds of the sea were gone. The water was still. The only thing to be heard was a distant singing.

"C'mon Robin, we need to go." Henry continued to drag Robin to the end of the boat. He climbed over the railings and held his hands out for Robin to grab.

Robin was still frozen in horror. He looked between the clouds and Henry. "Henry, where are we going to go? Even if we et off this ship-," he couldn't finish the sentence as the thought alone was too terrible. He had come out to sea to be apart of the world, but just as soon as he made it out he was going to die. All the men he'd grown to care for, some he considered kin, would die as well.

"What about the others Henry, are we just going to leave them?" His voice wavered as he looked desperately at his friend. He knew Henry didn't get attached to people, but the man had been with these people longer than himself. The least they could do was warn them, no matter how worthless that'd be.

Henry didn't answer much to Robin's fury. "Henry-"

The storm hit the ship, tearing it apart. Henry and Robin were lucky enough to be thrown off, but the strong currents carried them with the debris.

"ROBIN?!"

Was the last thing Robin heard before he was lost to the darkness.

A blue-haired mer swam at a mer that looked much like his father, a long sword in his hands readying a killing strike. Only to be deflected by a surge of dark magic by Validar, driving the mer back.

Validar attempted another strike but the mer evaded. The next instant Validar was reading another blow from above.

Robin found himself being thrown back as he cast a spell, missing Validar. Why he'd attack his father, or what appeared to be, he didn't know. But he could feel the high stakes.

Validar managed a successful hit on the mer, and as he struggled to get back up Validar was summoning an attack, Robin had never seen this one before, with a triumphant cackle. "Die!" Validar yelled as he released it.

And Chrom would have if Robin didn't intercept it with his own thunder based magic. Robin realized he'd never learned thunder magic, but that point was null at this moment.

As the white collision faded Validar stood before them, red eyes glaring in silent fury.

"This is it, Robin. Our final battle!" The blue men grinned through gritted teeth. His stance was still strong despite the blow he'd taken. "You're one of us, no 'destiny' can change that. Now let's kill this dastard and be done with this!"

Robin found himself nodding, and they charged through the currents at Validar. No hesitation on his part, Robin attacked with another burst of thunder magic countered by Validar's dark magic, and the blue mer set the finishing blow with his sword. And with that, the man fell to the floor in dark flames.

The mer turned to him with a tired smile, but Valdar wasn't done yet. He cast one final spell towards them, and Robin found himself taking the hit for the both of them.

The mer gathered Robin into his arms with a frantic look in his eyes, "You alright?" He sighed in relief at Robin's weak nod and helped him up. "That's the end of him, " they looked at Validar's corpse only to see it faded with the flames. "Thanks to you we carried the day, you can rest easy now."

At that moment was overcome by a splitting headache, his vision flashing red and a voice deep within himself calling out. He didn't hear the rest of the words.

To his horror, Robin had plunged a rod of lightning through the mer. But worst of all was the mer's words.

"This is not you-you're fault… Promise me, you'll escape this place. Please go…" The mer sank to the ocean floor lifelessly.

And he laughed.

Robin jolted awake, his hands flying to his abdomen. There was nothing there but it was instinctual. His breaths were rabid as his heart beat a mile a minute, his eyes pricked with tears as they darted about.

He didn't know what he was looking for, or why he was so scared. But he knew there were no dead bodies at his feet, which was a concerning yet immense relief.

Taking the next few moments to calm himself, Robin took it upon himself to asses the situation:

He was alone on a small island, about the size of a small ship, hardly an island really. The small land mass was littered with debris, some that'd hopefully be of use to him. His body was littered in gashes and bruises from said debris. And worst of all, Henry wasn't with him.

His immediate thought was that Henry simply didn't make it, logically. But he refused to accept that and prayed that his friend's plan, whatever it was, had worked. Henry couldn't be taken down so easily, that was impossible, right? He truly did hope so.

"Okay, I need to focus on myself for now," he muttered as he got to his feet. He had lost his dark tome to the waters and it didn't seem to have gotten washed up. Even if it had, it'd have been in shreds or at least too soppy to read, Robin wasn't sure if it had a protection seal or not. Most of the debris was worthless, just bits of the ship and a score's worth of treasure. But he stumbled upon a sword, it was an odd sword that zigzagged and he felt lighting running through the hilt. He had seen the captain wield one similar, a Levin sword he remembered it being called.

His sword training was minimal, but for survival, the item would be of great use. He found an old sheath and strapped it to his waist to hold his new weapon.

Robin was growing impatient, at this point, there was little he could do. He didn't know how to survive on his own, especially if there weren't any resources available. He couldn't drink the sea water, lest he goes mad. And the waters were too rough to go fishing, the last thing he wanted was to be swept out again.

Soon the night fell, he was still alone, only the stars to keep him company.

Robin was unsure how many days he'd spent on the island. He managed a small fort built from the ship's materials and dried out the wood to make a strong fire. He found the island was a spot for sunbathing birds, none crows, unfortunately. He'd lived on the odd birds and occasional crab and fish he managed to nab.

He was hopelessly miserable and had lost hope at this point.

"Gods, what did I do to deserve this?" He looked out at the waters, there was another storm brewing, nowhere near the magnitude of the last one though. Robin was lucky that time, but there was absolutely no way off his personal hell. Not that there were many motives to escape, he had nothing to return to at this point. He crew and best friend, gone. Hie home island, he had no idea where that was now. And on the mainlands, he'd be nothing but a street beggar at best, and a criminal to be hanged at worst.

He looked down at his bare hands, he vambraces and gloves forgotten. The strange tattoo on his hand stared back at him. For a second he thought it glowed.

"I'm going mad, " he simply stated. He cast one more look out to sea and a thought crossed his mind. A thought only a madman would consider, but Robin was content to die alone at this point. He felt there was little to lose.

He waded into the waters for a moment up to his waist, and let his hands float just under the surface. The waves dragged him further along until he was completely submerged.

Just considering breathing underwater was stupid, humans didn't breath underwater only drowned.

But Robin opened his eyes, he was used to his eyes not stinging now, but the fact that he was breathing just fine scared him. He tried to scream and swim back up, but the current had already dragged him too far out and it came out as a violent garble.

Now he was choking on the water, whatever gods let him survive under the surface must have been insulted by Robin's rejection of such o gift. Because Robin was drowning now.