AN: Hello! Back from my month-long hiatus, I have this chapter right here! We're finally back to the main plot of Fire Emblem: Awakening! Also, I have decided to literally type out "SCENE SWAP" or "POV SWAP" whenever the scene or POV, well, swaps. The dashes I've been using apparently disappear in the writing. Sorry for any confusion this has caused. If there are people that know how to make something less intruding than that, please comment on what I can do.

Disclaimer: I don't own any video games referenced in this fic, which belong to their own respective franchises/companies. I also don't own anything else I might reference here, intentional or not.

Robin's POV

Where am I… I feel so sleepy… what's this? I'm in a field at night? This looks a lot like the field Chrom found me in, except instead of the bright sun, it's the full moon. But why? I remember falling asleep in the Coliseum… after seeing Chrom and Frederick fly in through the roof, of all places!

"Hello? Chrom? Lissa? Reflet? Anyone?"

And my cries are met with silence. Maybe if I just wander around, I could find something…

"Gwaaaaarrrgh! Must… kill… Rooobiin!"

"Wait, that's a random group of Risen! Don't know what's happening, and how they know my name, but it seems as if it's time to fight! Thunder!" And just like that, they are defeated. But what is happening?

"OU OU OU OU OUOOOOO!"

"Risen ON wolves?! Well, Thunder again!" And that was easy… a little TOO easy…

"OU OU OU OUOOOOOO!"

"Crap! More of them? Th-thunder! Thunder! Thunder! Damn! No more uses! I thought I still had about 34! Anyway, in cases like this, it's time to use my sword!" They're tough, but maybe if I last, I can win this! Crap! My sword broke! No! They're surrounding me… can't… breathe…

SCENE SWAP

Third person POV

"BWARGH! Risen! Wolves! Risen riding wolves!"

And Robin awoke to the lovely sight of Lissa, bent over and clutching her stomach from laughing too hard.

"Oh. It's just you." Robin groaned, looking annoyed and relieved at the same time. It was at this moment that he looked up and noticed Reflet standing behind Lissa. "Why didn't you stop her?"

"I had to see that 'rubbery face' thingy that you were rumored to have. The payoff was well worth it."

"What rumors? I've been around for less than a week!" Robin scratched his head in confusion.

"Oh… err, on another note, while you were knocked out, Chrom was talking with Flavia. They've negotiated a deal, and we're gonna fight for them."

"Again!?" Robin rubbed his temples, still reeling from the memory of the previous battle. "Well, I suppose we have no choice. This IS for the good of Ylisse, right?"

"Right, Robin!" Lissa grinned, having recovered from her laughing fit. "You're doing this for Emm! Oh, and Ylisse, too."

"So, when are we battling?" Robin sighed. "Hopefully not-"

"In two hours!" was Lissa's joyous interruption.

"-soon. Damn."

"Now I'll just leave you two alone to finish your C support." Reflet muttered, exiting the room.

"Anyway, who taught you to play tricks like that? Surely your parents taught you better…"

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Third person POV

"So, it seems we must fight that person." Chrom mused. "Marth! One question, before we begin?"

"..." And Marth replied with nothing.

"So it seems our swords shall speak for us!" Chrom announced before grabbing his sword out of the ground, which he had plunged it into mere seconds ago.

And just like that, Lucina sheathed her own sword, a Falchion that looked almost exactly like Chrom's, but slightly more battle-weary.

"Th-there's no way…" Chrom muttered, face frozen with disbelief. "Well, prepare yourself!"

Chrom leaped into the air, flying towards Lucina with his sword plunging into the waiting blade of the Parallel Falchion. Which totally looked nothing like Ike's Aether in any way, shape, or form, by the way. After the initial strike, Chrom unleashed a flurry of blows that Lucina parried skillfully. Once Chrom stopped his onslaught, Lucina returned a blow of her own, which Chrom barely dodged. Then she jumped almost exactly like Chrom, performing a forward somersault that also defied the laws of physics, charging straight into Chrom's sword. It was pure luck that she dove in blade-first, and it would have created some complications if she were to go in, head-first, perhaps. Luck like that probably runs in the family.

"Tell me! Who taught you to fight like that?" Chrom yelled, eyes attempting to peer into Lucina's mask to no avail.

"My father!" she yelled back, back-flipping to avoid Chrom's sword swing that carried more force than hers. They faced each other before dashing once more, their swords scraping against each other with a resounding clang.

"Marth is a formidable swordsman, and his men look capable as well. Be mindful of that." Chrom grunted. "Also good at gymnastics, apparently."

"Alright, everyone, be careful." Robin calmly stated. "At least these guys don't nearly look as bad as-"

"Risen riding wolves?" Lissa asked, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

"Uhh, I, you, Risen, argh! Lissa, please don't interrupt me when I'm making plans!" Robin blushed with embarrassment at the memory. "It makes it difficult for me to function!"

"Sure thing, Robin!" she replied, satisfied with the result.

The battle proceeded with little event. Nothing of much interest, except, of course, for Chrom's second confrontation with Lucina. Let's skip forward to that, shall we?

"Who is your father?" Chrom declared, the lovely Sumia flying gracefully alongside him.

"I've said enough for one day, sir." Lucina replied back.

"Look, Lissa owes you her life, and for that I am grateful. But here, I represent the East-Khan and the interests of Ylisse. I can't stay my blade, but I vow not to shame you."

"Heh, never expected such youthful arrogance…" Lucina smirked. "But we shall see who shames who!"

Chrom took the first strike, rushing ahead and slashing upwards. Lucina back-flipped out of the way, after which she returned the strike, which Chrom skillfully blocked.

"You're pretty acrobatic, aren't you?" Chrom yelled, acknowledging the swordswoman's might. "I'd like to meet your father someday!"

"I think you already know who he is." Lucina muttered to herself. "There!" She saw a hole in Chrom's defense, and struck with as much force as she could muster! But just before the blade could connect, Sumia's lance blocked it out of nowhere, startling both of the Falchion wielders that had become preoccupied with the battle.

"Now, captain!" Sumia cried. "Attack him now!"

"I will not fail!" Chrom declared before slashing sideways at Lucina, sword miraculously not ripping off any of her clothing. This would be too spoilerific and fanservicey this early into the fan fiction. It's not as if you could see her anyway, unless you readers have vivid imaginations.

"S-so your claims were true..." Lucina whispered, dramatically lifting her arm to reach the sunlight that shone through the hole of the Coliseum, which hadn't been fixed from Frederick's earlier assault. She allowed her arm to fall limply onto the ground moments later, as if she had perished from the world. Which is most definitely not true, as she had dashed away before Chrom could even notice.

"Well fought, prince!" Flavia announced, walking through one of the previously barred doors. "You have my respect and my alliance! This new khan shall provide you with the troops you need."

"Thank you, East-Khan." Chrom humbly bowed.

"No, let me thank you! I feel invigorated with this power I have! Come, my new friends! Tonight, we celebrate!" and she immediately marched off, probably to get herself drunk… on happiness, of course. Happiness, smiles, and perhaps just a little bit of beer.

It was at this point that a disgruntled Basilio came lumbering through the other door. "Bah! Any excuse for a party and Flavia jumps on it…"

"Err, have we met before?" Chrom asked, confused.

"Oh, I have. Hey, Basilio…" Robin chuckled, hiding partially behind the body of Chrom. "No hard feelings about your removal from power, right?"

"No. I'm already past that. AND I plan to outdrink her at her party!" Basilio laughed heartily before looking back at Chrom. "But I thought for sure I'd picked the stronger man."

"What do you know about him?" Chrom asked once more, basically making his through the conversation with simple questions and responses.

"You mean that "Marth"? Bah! He's just some sellsword with delusions of grandeur. All I know is that he turned up one eve and knocked my old champion flat. But he just fled the moment the tournament ended." Basilio sighed. "Oh well."

"Alrighty, guys, I think we should go now." Robin cut in. "Lady Emmeryn is kinda waiting for us to come back and tell her that we succeeded."

"Hold." Basilio stated. "Before you leave, I have something for you. Come here, Lon'qu!"

And the Chon'sinian man walked into view, looking as apprehensive as always. "Lon'qu was my former champion. He may be silent, but his sword is peerless. I still don't know how Marth beat him so quickly."

"But he looks so strong." Lissa muttered, gazing at the might that was Lon'qu. She, of course, didn't notice the glare that Frederick sent towards Lon'qu.

"Away, woman!" Lon'qu cried, jumping back three feet.

"W-what'd I do?" Lissa asked, a look of confusion and annoyance painted on her face.

"He's just edgey around women." Basilio laughed. "But he is capable. Consider him West Ferox's contribution to the Ylissean cause."

"Err, thank you, Basilio." Chrom humbly bowed once more. "And you, Lon'qu? You have any objections?"

"He gives orders. I stab people. I think our roles are clear." Lon'qu grunted.

"Okay… welcome aboard, then." Chrom shrugged.

Several days of hiking through the lands later…

Reflet's POV

Alright, so now that we're back in Ylisse, let's see how much time I have. Chrom's having a conference with Emmeryn, and then Maribelle gets kidnapped. I think I'll prepare now.

Hey, Author! After the part where Maribelle gets kidnapped, isn't that where I meet my evil counterpart?

"The author is unavailable at this hour." I can hear you saying you're not here! "Oh! Damn. Err, maybe?" Maybes are usually yeses. "No comment." So how evil is he? "Why am I even talking with you? Talking with myself is sorta weird, isn't it?" BUT DOES HE HAVE A CLASSIC BLAST? I'd hate you, uh myself for it. "Uh… I can't say anything, people are watching, bye!"

… guess I should just prepare then.

Approximately 2 hours of frenetic panicking and rushed packing later…

"Well then? Is everyone ready? The Plegian border is a long ways off." Chrom announced. And that's when I saw Ricken rush in. Poor Ricken. Most people say he's too young, but then I wonder what that makes Lissa and Donnel…

"Captain, I'm ready to save Maribelle! When do we leave?" he eagerly shouted.

"You're too young for this mission, Ricken!" Chrom sternly replied. Dang. He sure can put his foot down when he wants to. "You should just watch the garrison. We're off, then. Be good, Ricken."

Well, I'll probably regret this choice, but… "Err, Chrom?"

"Yes, Reflet?"

"I think I sprained my ankle. I'm sorry, I won't be able to come with you guys." I started to limp as well as I could, which probably looked nothing like a sprained ankle. "Good luck, though! I know you can save Maribelle."

"Okay. You just stay and watch the garrison with Ricken." Chrom shrugged. "Get better. Shepherds, roll out!"

As they all left, it was impossible to ignore Ricken's face of annoyance. He's probably looked down upon by almost everyone at camp. He probably has it worse than Kellam. Wait, nobody has it bad as him.

"Before, you say anything about following them, I want in."

"W-wait, what? Your ankle is fine?" Ricken looked at me, seeming only slightly flabbergasted.

"Why wouldn't it be? I'm just gonna come with you. You don't mind the help, do you?"

"N-no. Thanks, Reflet! You're one of the only ones that believes in me!" Ricken grinned.

Well, gotta stand up for the vertically challenged, I guess. This probably won't affect canon.

AN: Hope you guys enjoyed. Testing's over, so I guess I'll be returning to my regular update schedule AKA never… Don't forget to review, and see you later!