CHRISTIAN'S POV

Once the Feroxi managed to regroup, the Einherjar never stood a chance. Take a group of muscular men equipped with axes and throw them at a completely bewildered enemy and there is a 100% chance of victory. Trust me, I'm a tactician.

Anyway, I'd say it took about a half hour for the Einherjar to be crushed by the military might of both the Feroxi and the remaining dozen forces we had at the ready. If we're being honest, if the Feroxi hadn't shown up, we'd be dead. Shh, don't tell the others I said that or they'll kill me.

The Feroxi paid us no mind as they retreated into the Longfort's gates, which swung shut without a sound. However, the damage had been done and the opposing army lay in tatters. We had won the battle, but everyone knew that the war wasn't over.

Less than five minutes after the Feroxi deserted the battlefield, every single defeated Einherjar; excluding the select few under our command, vanished in bright flashes of light. Chrom nodded slowly as if he expected it.

"Alright, we have about ten minutes to rest." I said, infusing my voice with as much authority as I could muster. "Then we have to take the fight to their fort before they can regroup; those Einherjar can recover remarkably fast."

There was a general murmur of annoyance, which is fair considering we just fought a large-scale battle. I sighed. "Listen, I know you're all tired but we'll just have to drag this on farther if we pull back now. I've already sent a messenger back to the capitol, so we can expect reinforcements to rendezvous with us once we're there."

Looking back on it now, this was an absolutely horrible plan. We had no idea if the enemy commander was detained, our forces were in absolute tatters, and I hadn't heard back from Morgan, who ran ahead to get a look around the enemy's fort. However, I really wasn't thinking.

MORGAN'S POV

Many apologies for that incredibly suspenseful cliffhanger; I know all of you are worried about me.

Anyway, as you might've guessed, having the voice of your greatest enemy whispering creepily into your ear while it was pitch black was a solid 12 on the 'Things Morgan is Afraid Of' scale. Which, by the way, actually exists. The Fell Dragon is only topped by number 13: cockroaches.

So as I was lying on the floor, the sound of the guards on the door faded away as the room lit up in purple flames. The resulting image terrified me far more than what I had imagined.

Lying there, at the far end of the room, bound by his wrists and feet to a wall, was Robin. He looked dead; for all I know he might be. His head was slumped over, he hung loosely from his bonds, and he was as pale as a sheet. Behind him was a large collection of bones, each one bigger than I was. I'll give you three guesses as to whom they belonged to.

Engraved on the floor, reminding me of the Dragon's Table, were the Six Eyes of Grima. Although they were just illustrations, each one seemed to glimmer with malice. There was no sign of whatever knocked me to the floor, but once again the voice spoke out of nowhere.

"You were rather foolish to come in here without your divine protection, mortal. Death at the hands of the guards outside would've been far more merciful than what I have in store." Have I mentioned that his voice is creepy? Imagine nails on a chalkboard, but the noise was ten times deeper. Then, the temperature around the chalkboard is about 12 degrees. That's what it feels like to listen to the Fell Dragon talk.

I slowly rose to my feet, which I will admit took all my courage. The Fell Dragon either couldn't see me without a body, or he just didn't care. "I'm rather disappointed you haven't tried to help your father yet; what a terrible daughter." He whispered.

At this point, I knew he was trying to bait me into freeing my Father. If, by some strange phenomenon, Grima had indeed returned, he could easily take control of Father in his weakened state, and probably dispose of me before I could even plead to Naga. My only hope was that my WT tome was still functioning and that Christian was still alive and conscious.

There was a sigh that sounded like a small hurricane blasting through the room. "It appears I can not bait you that easily. No matter; I will still destroy you." That didn't sound very good. Nor did the terrible groan Robin let out from the other side of the room.

With a flash of violet light, his eyes snapped open. They were jet-black, with no sign of any other color. There was a snap as the bonds on his wrists and legs snapped like they were made of tissue.

Robin cracked his neck and flexed for a few seconds, as if admiring his body. "Ah, how nice it is to be back in my host body. I do believe I'll celebrate with a light snack of godling!" Purple energy immediately enveloped Father's body as he dashed at me.

So, I did the only thing that could possibly save me in a situation like this. I stood there, motionless, and prayed to Naga for all I was worth; hoping that she was kidding when she said she'd be gone for a while.

Right as I was about to become a pile of fried Morgan, I felt a surge of power run through my body. Grima cursed (the swearing kind, not the magical kind) as I stopped his advance with a punch to the chest.

He flew backwards as if he was shot, directly into his own skull. Which is kinda gross when you actually think about it. Grima stood up, more enraged than hurt at this point. He ran at me again, and his scissor blades appeared in his hands. As he swung downwards, I summoned Falchion and knocked back both blows.

Before he had the chance to recover, I rammed into him, knocking him over. Not wanting to hurt Father's body, I pointed the blade at his head, hoping my bluff would buy me a few seconds.

However, it did not. Robin's body went slack and the scissor blades vanished as his eyes returned to their regular color. I relaxed, but only for the briefest of seconds. There was a humungous explosion as the door shattered into woodchips. I whipped around just in time to meet my brother's eyes; his face contorted into a freakish smile as he ran me through with both blades.

Jack's Corner

Well... Robin's back? Not quite in the way you all expected, but hey. Now I know a few of you are probably thinking 'WHAAAT? How is Grima still alive, Robin killed him and therefore Grima killed himself!' However, this is not a plot hole. Pinkie promise. All will be made clear in time.