ROBIN'S POV
"Holy wow." Was all I could say as the Exalt passed by. Everyone else just cheered, or sat in the same stupor I did, until Chrom elbowed me. "Come on, she's heading back to the castle. Let's go accompany her." So, before I knew it, I was standing in the throne room of Ylisse with one of the most kindhearted people in the realm. "Ah, Chrom, Lissa. You have returned." Emmeryn said, smiling. "Even her VOICE oozes kindness." I thought, but watched on silently. "Yea, we won't have bandit problems anytime soon." Emmeryn gave a slight chuckle.
"Yea, we had LOTS of help!" Lissa said, smiling. Emmeryn raised an eyebrow. "I assume you're talking about your companion here?" she asked, giving me the full-force of her kind smile. Geez. Then, Frederick decided to ruin my moment. "Milady, I must speak. We found Robin claiming that he had no memory, but that's all it is: a claim." Silently, I was fuming that the great knight had said that, but then I realized I'd probably say the same thing if we swapped positions.
However, Chrom turned on him, fists balled. "FREDERICK!" he said, voice rising. Emmeryn laid a hand on his shoulder, and Chrom calmed down instantly. Still can't get over the calming effect she had on people. "Yet, you brought him into the castle. Do you trust him, Chrom?" Chrom nodded. "He fought to save Ylissean lives. That's good enough for me." Emmeryn nodded, the bright smile resting on me once more. "Then you have my trust as well." I gave a slight bow. "Thank you, milady."
LUCINA'S POV
Regna Ferox. A united kingdom of barbarians and vicious fighters of all size and shape. Every few years, they held a contest to decide the reigning khan, or ruler, of the kingdom. The khans handpicked a group of champions to fight for them, and I knew that in this point in history, Chrom would come in defense of the East-Khan, Flavia. That meant I had to knock the West-Khan, Basilio, and his champion flat.
In order to take his place and fight my father I need to do this, for a number of reasons. One, to make sure Chrom wins and gets the soldiers Ylisse needs for the upcoming war. Two, because I need to make sure my own skills are honed. Three, because I miss him. Heh, forget that last part.
Anyway, I was immediately halted at the gates. "Stop right there, cur!" a voice called, distinctly feminine. I looked up to see a woman in a gray suit of armor pointing a lance at me. "I'm here to compete in the tournament, Raimi." She certainly seemed surprised I knew her name. "Alright. Open the gates!" she called, and the metal door blocking my way opened. I trudged through the snow and cold for miles, before reaching Arena Ferox, where the competitors were training.
I stepped inside to a large barracks and couldn't help but be impressed. Inside the room was a flurry of swords, axes, and spears, all-flying with remarkable speed and strength. At the far end of the hall were a myrmidon and a warrior, whom I recognized as Lon'qu, the soon-to-be former champion, and Basilio, the current West-Khan, overseeing the battles. I marched in, and all the fighting stopped. Basilio's one eye locked onto me. "What are you doing here, boy?" he asked, glaring. "I'm here to challenge the former champion." I said, and I heard a few guffaws. Basilio, however, broke out into full-blown laughter. "ALRIGHTY THEN!" he boomed, grinning. "Everyone, CLEAR OUT!"
Every single man, except Lon'qu, backed up immediately. Lon'qu and I grabbed practice swords. Basilio chuckled as I ran at Lon'qu with all my might. "I can NOT lose this fight! If id o, the world is doomed!" so, we each made it to the center of the battlefield, and our blades met in midair, neither giving the other an inch. I heard a sharp intake of breath from the soldiers. I brought the practice sword back and slammed the flat of the blade into his chest, sending him staggering a few steps. He immediately charged me again, blade held high. Prepared, I lunged forward in a feint strike.
When Lon'qu held his blade to dodge low, I immediately pulled the sword up and jabbed him in the chest, hard. He staggered again, off balance, and I swept the blade by his feet, causing him to topple. I held the blade to his throat with sweat trickling down my face. For a moment, there was only dead silence. Then, Basilio's laughter echoed throughout the barracks. "I have my new champion!" I sighed inwardly. The war raged on, but this battle had been won.