AN: If you guys came here to read chapter two, you're outta luck. This is the second prologue after all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem or any other video games that may or may not be mentioned. They belong to Nintendo and their other respective companies.

Third person POV

The scene is a field. A bright field. A bright, grassy field. This is the setting of the Prologue. A rather elegant setting, it sets the mood quite nicely for the game. A soft game full of bright colors, light humor, and no heart-wrenching moments that make you want to cry. Maybe the last one isn't true. Anyway, we should look at these three wanderers. Their conversation could be interesting.

"... and that's how I learned how to find Kellam!" finished a young girl, wearing a large, inconvenient white and yellow dress. "But then I lost him right after that…"

"Don't worry Lissa, Kellam isn't exactly easy to find." her older brother replied.

"But Chrom, I thought I was on the verge of something, y'know!" Lissa sighed. "Oh well, I guess I'll find him anoth-ahh!"

Lissa had tripped over something, which was rather large and fleshy. This fleshy mound had the appearance of a young man dressed in some robes.

"Eek! A dead body!" Lissa cried, scrambling away from the unconscious figure.

"Calm down, Lissa. He looks like he's still breathing." Chrom replied, leaning in to observe the body more closely.

"But Chrom, we have to do SOMETHING."

"What do you propose we do?"

"I… I dunno…"

It was at this moment that Robin had awakened, eyes looking skyward at Chrom and Lissa, who had also bent down to get a closer look at the body.

"There're better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know." Chrom stated, much to the amusement of Lissa. "Give me your hand."

He reached up, grabbed Chrom's hand, offhandedly noticing the mark on it, and pulling himself up, thinking something along the lines of That's a little too close for comfort.

"Thanks, Chrom." Robin sighed. But wait. How do I know his name? he thought

"How did you know my name? I don't believe we've met before." Chrom said, a puzzled look plastered on his face.

"It just came to me…"

"Hmm, how curious. Tell me, what's your name? What brings you here?"

"I don't know my own name, exactly. I don't even know where we are in the first place."

"Hey, I've heard of this! It's called amnesia!" Lissa eagerly stated, proud at having known that fact. "He probably hit his head on something."

"It's called a load of pegasus dung. We're to believe you remember milord's name, but not your own?" Frederick asserted, eyes glaring down on Robin from his horse.

"B-but it's the truth! It's not like I have a sword in my robes or anyth-" Robin halted mid-sentence as he pulled out a bronze sword, which faintly glimmered in the afternoon sun. "Th-this means nothing!"

"Calm down Frederick. Even if he wields a weapon, we can't just leave him here. It's against our Shepherd way!" Chrom replied to Frederick.

"Just the same, milord. I must ask you to exercise some caution. 'Twouldn't do if he were to stab you when you're vulnerable."

"That was suspiciously specific." Chrom mused. "But let's just take him to town and figure this situation out there."

"Am I just being pulled along for the ride?" Robin sighed.

"Pretty much." Chrom grinned. "If you aren't an enemy of Ylisse, you'll be free to go."

"Ylisse?" Robin asked "What's that?"

"This land is known as the Halidom of Ylisse. Our ruler, Emmeryn, is called the exalt. My name is Chrom, and the delicate one here is my little sister, Lissa."

"I am NOT delicate!" Lissa groaned "Ignore my brother, please. He can be a bit thick sometimes. But you're lucky the Shepherds found you."

"Shepherds? You mean you tend sheep in full armor?" Robin asked.

"Heh, it's a dangerous job. Just ask Frederick the Wary here." Chrom motioned towards Frederick.

"A title I shall wear with pride." Frederick nodded "I have every wish to trust you, stranger, but my station mandates otherwise."

"I understand, sir." Robin grinned. As he stood in the field, he noticed a bird near the corner of his vision. A robin. He decided in that split second that it was as good a name as any, so he declared after that, "I just remembered my name. It's Robin. Pleased to meet you all."

"Robin sounds like a foreign name. Anyway, we're getting near to the town and-"

Before Chrom could finish his sentence, Lissa immediately cried out, "Chrom, look! The town!" It was on fire, with many of the buildings having already burned down.

"Damn those brigands!" Chrom growled. "Frederick, Lissa! We must go!"

And with that battle cry, they had rushed off, leaving Robin all alone.

"Hey! Wait! I still have questions… I think I'll go along, then..." Robin stated, feeling invisible. "Those brigands look dangerous, and I guess Chrom's one of the only people I know now."

The leader of the brigands, whose name was Garrick, was standing in the front of Southtown's town hall and was commanding his troops to raid the village. With his powerful 10-man army, what could poor Chrom and his little band do?

Robin decided to rush into play at that moment, declaring "I think it's time to tip-"

"Robin, what are you doing here?" Chrom declares, interrupting Robin's memorable quote.

"You were the first ones I met when I woke up. I think I'll just stay and fight with you for the time being."

With the help of Robin, the Shepherds cleaned up easily. Poor Garrick. Maybe he should have moved from his vulnerable spot before he got cornered by Chrom and Robin. Well, he's dead now, so it's too late for him.

"Milord, those bandits spoke with a Plegian accent." Frederick said warily, almost in an expositional way.

"What is Plegia?" the hapless Robin asked.

"It's only Ylisse's western neighbor. They send small bands into Ylisse to try to instigate a war. We're there to protect the villagers. Shepherds to protect the sheep." Chrom replied, also in a rather expositional way.

"Oh. I see. That answer felt rather expositi-"

"You know, Robin. You have an excellent tactical mind. Would you like to join the Shepherds?" Chrom asked the tactician.

"Milord, I must protest this abrupt development!" Frederick...protests.

"Don't worry, he seems nice enough, and he helped to save Ylissian lives. How about it Robin?" Chrom offered, grinning eagerly.

"I would be honored" Robin thankfully said. This would come back to bite him later on but for now, he just stood there with a dopey little grin plastered on his face.

"Milord, we must implore you to stay with us simple folk for the night, for we shall throw you a feast with what little we have." announced Random Villager #1.

"We are sorry, but we truly must be going." replied Frederick.

"Wait wh-" Lissa attempted to protest.

"I agree with Frederick. We should get to the capital. It's not far, anyway. You ready, Robin?" Chrom declared, interrupting his sister's complaints.

"Sure. Not like I have much say in the matter..." Robin mumbled the last part.

"B-but the meal…" Lissa sighed.

Prologue: END

AN: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed the negative first chapter. See you later!