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Chapter Two

Corrin woke with a start.

Her eyes widened as she found herself in an unfamiliar place. Where was she?

She was on a soft, luxurious bed with covers tucked carefully around her. Behind her was an open window, showing an unfamiliar, grey landscape. On the bedside leaned a weapon. 'The Yato,' whispered a part of Corrin's mind. Then the events of yesterday rushed back to her.

Corrin jerked up, as she looked around frantically. Her eyes widened with fear as it landed on the cloaked figure- Grima.

"Where am I?!" demanded the princess.

"You should be grateful, little child of mine. I've done you a favor, saved you the pain of choosing one family over the other."

Grima walked towards her and lowered herself until they were at an eye level "Aren't you?"

"What?" asked Corrin, dumbfounded.

"Well, I'm planning to unite your unruly siblings. Fighting amongst themselves like that..." She shook her head. "Such naughty, naughty children."

Something about Grima's tone and attitude reminded Corrin of an eccentric grandmother. Well, maybe not quite grandmother, but not someone to be afraid of, in any case. It was strange. The woman had kidnapped her, declared herself to be the Fell Dragon, Destroyer of Worlds, yet, she felt no fear. Rather, she had felt worse when she had been hesitating between her two families.

"What do you mean?" Corrin asked, bolder now that the woman did not seem to mean her much harm.

"Your siblings-Hoshido and Nohr, are too apart and too opposing to come together. You would have been forced to choose a side, sweetheart, and then where would that land you?"

"Tragedy upon tragedy, that's what. Choosing your birthright or the way of conquest-neither would have been the better choice."

Grima turned her head to stare at the open window. "Especially with the approaching enemy on the horizon."

"What did you say?" questioned Corrin, the last words being spoken too softly for her to hear.

Grima turned to look at Corrin again. She ignored her last inquiry, and continued. "They need to learn how to work together. And I thought. And what better motivation would there have been, other than you, missing? And if both clearly knew that it was a third party- a third party too strong for them to defeat alone."

Corrin blinked. "You talk as if you know what would have happened," she said. "How?"

"Let it be said that the power of foresight runs in the blood of the dragons, my dear," said Grima.

"…Wait. What exactly do you mean?"

Grima touched her shoulders gently. "What do you think, Corrin?"

Corrin's mind was in haywire. The damned Grima talked too much in riddles. "Wait, wait, wait. Let's backtrack for a bit. Who exactly are you?"

The woman laughed. "Oh, where are my manners? I apologize, Corrin."

She pulled off her cowl, and strangely familiar black eyes 'Where had she seen those before?' grinned down at her.

"I am Grima the Fell Dragon, and Robin the Grandmaster of Ylisse." Grima executed an elegant bow that Corrin was confident that even Xander wouldn't be able to copy. "Nice to meet you."

Corrin's mind fizzed. "Oh."

"That's all you got to say, little one?" Robin said, with slight disappointment in her voice.

"You look as old as Camilla. Younger, even," said Corrin flatly. "When you said you were the Fell Dragon…"

"Ah- that. Where you expecting someone much older?" The woman gestured to her body, "More ferocious, perhaps?" she asked with a teeth baring grin.

Showing teeth did not, in fact make Grima more intimidating, thought the princess. "You don't look like much," muttered Corrin.

"What is wrong with my looks?" pouted Robin.

Truly, thought Corrin, the Fell Dragon looked… human. She looked to be about her age, and the first impression she gave did not scream danger. Rather, she looked like someone to protect. Grima looked delicate, with a pale face, white hair, and big, round eyes. Looking now, Corrin realized that Grima was even shorter than her as well.

"Destroyer of Worlds," snorted Corrin in amusement.

Robin sighed at the overall disbelief. "Oh well-okay then, sweetie, come here."

Corrin looked at her suspiciously.

Robin smiled widely, which only succeeded in unnerving Corrin. "Let me convince you, my dear child."

"Don't call me a chi-" Corrin fell silent as she eyed what Grima was now holding.

Grima held a crystal ball in front of her. "A peek, little princess. To convince you that I am who I say I am. If you behave, maybe I will even show you things that I suspect you'd be very interested in."

"And what do you think that will hold my attention?"

"Aren't you curious how your lovely siblings are faring?"

Taunting smile stretched wide, looking only at Corrin.

Corrin gulped, then made her decision.

"Give it to me."

Grima's chuckles filled the room.

AN: Because glass balls are always the epitome of truth. You just can't not believe anything you see from a glass ball, right? xD!

If you're confused about the Grima/Robin switching, Corrin still thinks Robin as Grima, because Robin introduced herself as Grima first and that left a huge impression on her mind. However, Robin thinks herself as Robin.

Anyways,

Thank you for all your reviews, favorites, and follows. All your reviews motivated me, and I appreciate the criticism! I still don't know how this story will turn out, but apparently I want to write more of this! I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Posted date: 5/4/16