LUCINA'S POV
Ouch. I suppose, if one wants to leap in front of a blow, they should make sure they don't black out on impact. Of course, that didn't happen. I awoke to see a concerned Lissa hovering over me. "Ah, you're awake!" she said, clapping. "I must go now." I said brusquely, and walked out of the hall while Chrom and Robin were talking with Emmeryn.
I made it to the garden where I came in when Chrom came up to me. Outwardly, I kept the same facial expression. Inwardly, my mind was still a mixture of emotion. "So, you're leaving again?" he said looking at me. I nodded, trying to be austere as possible. Chrom sighed. "Must you be so… antisocial?" he said, a trace of a smile on his face. I almost burst out laughing. If he knew what he was to me… "The future has been averted, I cannot afford to meddle any further." I replied curtly, and then I turned and left for the cleft in the castle wall, my cape billowing in the slight breeze that kicked up.
Well, now what do I do? Naga had said there was no way for me to return to the future… so do I just live out my life? Try to forget the horrible future I came from? You could try to find your friends. A small voice said, and Lucina nodded to herself. "Yes, that's a good plan." She muttered aloud, and slowly walked down the dusty road to the countryside, leaving Ylisstol, her home, behind her.
ROBIN'S POV
Strangely, I was almost uninjured. You know, minus the searing, angry, inflamed, blistering wound on my chest that had ruined my favorite (and only) robe. A quick staff-twirl from Lissa fixed that. However, there were multiple plusses to winning the battle; besides the obvious fact that Emmeryn wasn't dead on the ground, and that we had two new Shepherds, Gaius the thief and Panne the Taguel. This battle had finally brought a few facts to my attention.
One: there had only been three major injuries, not counting my own. This by itself was an enormous improvement than that time on the Northroad when the Risen struck. Two: I realized it was a hilarious source of entertainment to see Sumia working herself into lather over Chrom. "Oh, look at that cut on your hand!" "Sumia, that's an old paper cut." "But what about that GAPING wound on your shoulder?" Chrom sighed. "That's the Brand of the Exalt. I've had it almost my entire life." This caused a chorus of snickers, and I realized I was slow in realizing how hilarious this was. Three: Marth was… mysterious. Yeah, I know, thank you Captain Obvious. Seriously, one minute she was a man with a mask, next he/she was a prophet, then he was a she. It made my brain hurt, and for some weird reason, it made me almost… relieved.
I shook my head to clear it as Chrom walked over. "There are better places to take a nap than on the carpet too, you know. Maybe a bedroll. Or an actual bed!" Chrom gasped in mock surprise, then we both burst into laughter.
Anyways, the assassins were the least of our worries. "Alright Shepherds, tomorrow we march to Regna Ferox to request additional troops for Ylisse." Chrom said, after he had (gently) shooed the worrying Sumia away. "Also, we will be accompanied by Emmeryn." Emmeryn opened her mouth slightly, as if to argue, but then she closed it and nodded gently. I didn't know it was POSSIBLE to nod gently. "Alright, the guest rooms are on the second floor. Get some rest, Shepherds!" with that, the Shepherds dispersed, already calling dib on rooms.
Jack's Corner
Yea, humorous chapter today. Kudos to a certain friend for reminding me to update Dx Anyways, The wedding chapter is almost done, just patching up a couple of loose ends. So, *tosses cookie* Oh, and next Chapter we meet my 6th favorite character...