Warning: Godlike Robin. And this chapter is not really cracky anymore, I don't think. Plus, Corrin seriously does not realize how lucky she is- though I suppose my idea of being fortunate probably doesn't align with hers. Maybe after I get out of this serious zone I can go back on relishing in Robin's antics but for now...

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem. More's the pity, that.

AN: So, it's my birthday today! May fifteenth! I spurged on writing on the fourteenth so I could get it out today~! Anyways, huge thanks to everyone who reviewed, followed, favorited, or just read my story! I never knew RFC would garner this much attention! Thank you! The reviews really make my day. I love you all.

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Chapter Three

Robin passed the orb to Corrin, and Corrin took it carefully with both hands. She stared into the glass orb, uncertain of what she had to do. Ignoring her confused look, Robin pressed a hand on the orb and closed her eyes.

Corrin's eyes widened as she realized that inside the previously empty white orb, cloudlike vapors had begun to swirl inside, forming blurry images. They started from Robin waking up and meeting Chrom in the field in that fateful day with no memories. Already knowing what its contents held, Robin could understand what the orb revealed, though it was too fast for Corrin's eyes.

When events slowed down enough for Corrin to tell them apart, what she saw was darkness.

A cloaked figure stood in the shadows, wreathed by flickering purple flames. The figure spoke to a person in front of them, though the orb did not reveal who the listener was.

"I am the wings of despair. I am the breath of ruin. I am the fell dragon, Grima..."

The being lowered their hood- revealing a red eyed, white haired woman.

Corrin clenched her fists together. The voice, the tone, it all made her hair stand on her neck. It was not a pleasant feeling. And that woman felt nothing like Grima standing before her.

The images shifted.

Four figures stood. A short, white haired figure stood side by side with a blue haired man in noble armor, facing a mirror image of the white-haired woman next to the Fell Dragon. They looked identical, but for the color of their eyes. One had glowing red. The other's was pitch black.

The mirror image spoke.

"Why do you deny yourself? You are Grima. Why stand with the humans when you can be so much more?"

The black eyed one- whom Corrin realized was Grima who was the one showing her this image, bristled.

"I am Robin."

Robin's hands curled against her sides.

Just when Corrin became certain that the woman would lash out at her red-eyed twin, the orb shuttered, blacking out.

"Wait, this is it?" demanded Corrin. "This barely showed me anything," she protested.

"This shows enough." Grima shrugged. "The point is, I am who I say I am- Grima, and Robin."

The images Corrin saw swirled in her head. "Fine."

She took a short intake of breath. "I'll trust you, Grima." She tapped her fingers lightly on her thighs. "I'll choose to believe that you are who you say you are."

She looked up to Grima expectantly. "So now keep your end of the bargain."

"Aren't you the demanding brat?" said Robin with no malice in her voice. It was a sound of mixed amusement and exasperation, and was that relief?

"But do me a favor, Corrin?"

Corrin looked to her curiously. "What is it?"

"Call me Robin."

Corrin stared at Grima, no, Robin. Her face was carefully black, however… Making up her mind, Corrin tested out the new name with her lips. "Alright. ...Robin."

Robin's mouth flickered into a smile. Corrin almost missed it, but managed to catch the fond, genuine expression on the Fell Dragon- no, Robin's lips, and smiled herself.

In a better mood, Robin touched the orb again, and this time, instead of being bombarded with undecipherable, quick images, the orb revealed a very clear picture of the Hoshidan half of Corrin's family, in a circle.

Every thought of Robin flew out of her mind as Corrin leaned in, focusing on her family.

Hoshido

"What exactly happened out there, Ryoma?"

Hinoka's demand filled the otherwise empty throne room. Ryoma looked at her sister. He knew that she had not meant to be accusing. It could not be helped. His sister's eyes screamed pain, pain that was echoed in all their eyes.

"It's as you've just seen. Corrin has been taken, from us, by an unknown- Grima."

Every one of them was a mess.

Ryoma was somber, with his voice just as grave, matching his expression. Hinoka and Takumi were looking somewhat fierce, with denial and determination bleeding through their each and every action. Sakura wrung out her hands with anxious worry.

"And this time, we do not even know where she was taken," cried Hinoka. "How can this be, brother?"

They all looked forlornly at each other, feeling their failure towards their sister like a heavy weight on their shoulders.

Takumi growled. "We need to get her back. But who is Grima? Where does it reside?"

Ryoma's eyes darkened.

"I do not know, brother. I do not know."

Silence filled the throne room that was empty save for the four siblings. The emptiness made it feel even more hollow, making them feel the absence of Corrin as well as their Mother even more keenly.

The four flinched as gentle knocks startled them out of their dark thoughts. They stared at the closed door. Ryoma was the first one to recover. "Come in," commanded Ryoma in his firm, steady voice.

The door opened, revealing Azura.

"Ryoma," said the quiet, unassuming voice.

"Azura?" said Ryoma, surprised. She approached them. Azura was wearing a determined expression, and her footsteps careful and deliberated.

"I have a suggestion. We do not know who this Grima is- but she didn't quite seem to be Nohrian- or even human, for that matter."

He nodded. "Yes. She called herself the Fell Dragon."

"Why don't we ask for the Rainbow Sage's wisdom?"

The four stared, shocked, at the unexpected suggestion.

"The Rainbow Sage?" questioned Takumi sharply. "How do you know that the sage known for weaponry knows anything about dragons?"

Azura did not rise to the bait, and her voice kept its even tone. "The sage has been among the living for a long time. I'm certain he would know at least even a little about matters that elude most of us."

"That is a good idea, Azura," replied Ryoma, shooting a stern look at Takumi. "And I had been planning to visit him already… before Corrin's kidnapping and Mother's passing," he said, fingering his weapon, the Raijinto.

"Alright, then, it's decided. Let's all head to the Rainbow Sage's village," said Hinoka with determination. "Maybe from him, we can get a clue on how to rescue our sister."

With firm nods, the four royals dispersed, each to prepare for the upcoming trials.

Only Azura was left alone as she stood, staring contemplatively at the empty throne.

You are the ocean's blue waves

Destined to seek

A life beyond the shore

Just out of reach…..

"I'm so sorry," sniffed Corrin as the orb's images faded.

"What, are you crying?" asked Robin incredulously.

Corrin glared at her with tears in her eyes. "I've split my family apart."

Corrin paused, taking a look at Robin. "No." Corrin's glare became even more scorching with inner fire. "You've split our family apart!" she yelled. "Because of me, Moth-Queen Mikoto is dead, and they're suffering! I should be down there, with them, not- not resting in your bed in your home!"

"Oh? So you would have chosen Hoshido? Maybe then you would have spared your Hoshidan siblings from feeling as if they failed their darling sister," Robin's lips curled. "But then you would be fine with whatever emotional backlashes you give to your siblings in Nohr, I take it?"

The heat from her voice quickly disappeared as it came."No, no. That's.. that's not what I meant."

"But you just said you had to be with your siblings in Hoshido. You cannot be in two places at once, Corrin."

"If you are with Hoshido… you have abandoned Nohr."

Corrin shook her head frantically.

Robin pludged on, nonetheless. "Blood or not, your Nohrian siblings have treated you as their own for the entire life that you remember."

Corrin stared down at the ground, fidgeting with the hem of her cloak. "You don't have to remind me. I know full well, myself…"

Robin sighed.

"I suppose this is the time I am to tell you that this happened weeks ago."

Corrin's head snapped up. "What?!"

"This is what happened right after you went missing. It is not what is happening, now."

Corrin's eyes widened. "I've been unconscious for that long? I don't believe it."

"You've been only unconscious for a day, Corrin," smirked Robin.

Corrin's brow furrowed. "But then, how?"

"Time passes differently here, that's all."

"So, look again," commanded Robin. "I'm pretty certain that your siblings will be in Notre Sagesse by now. Anyways, I promised to show you your family. Not just half."

Notre Sagesse- Present Time

"Nohrians!" hissed Takumi as he glared at the Nohrian royal party.

"Hoshidans," mocked Camilla derisively, looking towards them with unveiled disgust.

The soldiers parted as Ryoma and Xander respectively walked forward.

"Why are you in Notre Sagesse, Nohrian?"

Xander scanned the town, his eyes landing on the house surrounded by Hoshidan troops. His eyes narrowed.

"So, you've already taken the sage hostage," he observed.

"How do you know that?" asked Hinoka.

Camilla drew herself up proudly. "Of course Xander would know, that is the sage's house isn't it? He would recognize it, seeing that he already completed the quest requested of him by the sage years ago."

"He completed the quest, years ago?" said Hinoka in surprise, then shook her head. "No matter. You won't be touching even a hair of the sage, Nohrian."

There was movement in the Hoshidan forces. Hinoka turned to her troops. "What is the matter?" she asked sharply.

"My lady," fumbled a soldier.

Behind the soldiers, Azama's voice leaked out, saving the one questioned from explaining. "Sage? Please, move back."

"Azama?" said Hinoka, raising her eyebrows. "Please, lead the sage back to safety."

The sage interfered. "Thank you Princess Hinoka, but that is unnecessary." He scanned the Nohrian army with an expectant air. "They have come for advice as well, I take it?"

"Sage-"

"Prince Ryoma, I told you I would tell you of all I know of Grima when the time is right. That time is now."

"But the Nohrians?" Takumi bristled, voice was full of contempt. "We came to save Corrin, not to put her into more danger."

"You worry, and that is only natural, for you are family. However, the Nohrians are not a threat to your sister."

The sage turned to Nohr and Hoshido troops. "You came for my advice. And I shall give it, to all of you," he said, stressing the word all.

There was no few amount of hostility on both sides at the declaration.

The sage cleared his throat.

"The Fell Dragon, Grima, is the opposing force of Naga, the Divine Dragon."

He smiled wisely at them all, his brown eyes twinkling. "I would continue, but there are ones more qualified than I to tell you about the Fell Dragon that are with us right now."

"What are you talking about?" asked Elise with furrowed brows.

"First handed experiences tend to be better than the second handed ones," said the sage cryptically.

Leo narrowed his eyes, scanning the Hoshidan forces with suspicion. "Are you saying that someone here has knowledge of this Fell Dragon?"

The sage's lips curled into a half smile. "Intimately, yes."

The sage continued blandly. "Three someones, in fact. Prince Xander, Princess Camilla, and Prince Leo, they happen to come from a different world."

AN: This is probably the longest chapter I've ever written. Damn, I know it isn't really long, but for me, well, first time for everything, right?

The quote "I am the wings of despair~" and the song I'm sure you are all familiar with comes directly from the real game. Those lines are not my writing. Everything else though, is me!

Thank you for reading!

Posted Date: 5/15/16