Everything was cold. Cold was everything she has ever known. There were times where something would prick her around her body and make her even colder. At times when she would feel those pricks, she would become wide awake, but before she could realize anything she had already begun to drift back into a dreamless sleep.
Voices would always be murmuring in the background, too soft and distant for her to make out'. They were always saying different things like, "this one for sure" and "nothing like the other one". To avoid listening to them, she would always turn away slowly and drift back to sleep.
It was the only thing she knew before then.
A soft voice began to drift in and out of her consciousness, coming from the side closest to her, either singing or talking to her. She only knew that she was talking to her because there was a repetitive word she kept saying to her.
Robin, my robin. Fly away towards the sky and light, little robin…
Eventually, she decided to awake slowly from her slumber and take a peek at whoever was talking to her. A woman behind a glass was singing as she was writing things down on a board, putting something into her pocket once in a while as she toured the room. Everything seemed to be blurry around her as she looked around for the first time. The room was dark, but all her vision could see was green and purple. The only other contrast was the woman's coat and hair. Her hair was a brilliant color of white, shining through her vision as if it was a halo. When she turned back to the woman, the woman seemed to be in shock as she stared at her backing up a couple steps.
Fearing that the woman would go away, Robin drifted towards the glass. Her hand gingerly touched the glass. It was smooth and even colder than her. The woman, shocked out of her stupor, finally approached her and reached out to touch the glass where Robin's hand was also. They had both stared at each other for a while before another person came through a door and rushed over, scaring the woman before Robin. The man had begun to shout something and pushed the woman away before crouching over. The woman was shouting something too, but Robin couldn't make out what they were saying as their voices had become too loud for her containment. Her head began pounding as more people came in and also began talking and shouting. Before she could curl up in a ball, the prickling had begun. It was colder than usual, almost becoming hot.
Her body burned as the prickling became more and more intense, causing her limbs to pulse and convulse before everything was quiet and she became drowsy. The last thing she saw was the woman, her face twisted into pain and sympathy.
She would see her again, but there was always someone with her. They would always hover around her when she would write down things. She pretended to sleep to watch the woman beneath eyelashes and observe her. Robin noted that she didn't put anything in her pocket after she met her or sang to her. She had realized that she liked her presence when she was near her. It was a familiar sensation, but she could never place the feeling though.
Another day had come and the woman was back, but no one was with her this time.
Robin's eyes snapped open and she drifted as fast as she could over to the glass to get closer to the woman, putting her hand on the glass from their first encounter. The woman seemed frazzled, but relieved when she also approached Robin. Her mouth began moving, but too fast for Robin to tell what she was saying. The only thing she could understand was "It's time...We're getting out of here." The woman crouched low, just as the man did before and her hands became busy with whatever was on the ground.
Robin understood what she meant, but she never imagined what it would be like without sleeping all the time. Would she always get tired as she does now? Would she still be cold all the time? Suddenly, she began to become a combination of scared and excited. She closed her eyes and drifted off one last time before she left, just to relish sleep.
A small buzzing hummed in her ear and she became bothered that she couldn't get her last wish. There were voices again, but louder now. Turning away didn't do anything as it was coming from all around her now. The noise was hurting her head and she wanted all of them to go away quietly, to leave her with the woman. There was one solid voice she could hear that was familiar. Opening her eyes slightly, there were more men surrounding her than last time. The woman had back turned to her, her arms stretched out in front of Robin and was shouting something at the men.
It seemed that the others didn't like what the woman was saying as they began to swarm her and a couple of them grabbed her by the arms. Another had begun to take her place where she was crouching. Robin began to feel agitated as the voices had grown louder and louder. The woman was still struggling and her hair was all frazzled from her struggle. The same cloaked figure who was crouched was now standing and approached the woman, pulling some sort of metallic stick out of his pocket and pointing it in her face.
This seemed to quiet everyone in the room and the only one who was yelling was the man with the object. He was raving and walking circles, always approaching the woman before resuming. Robin's head was pounding from his voice as He kept going on and on before pointing the object at Robin. The woman began to yell and thrash around even more while the man began to laugh, before turning to look at Robin with a crazy look in his eyes.
Before Robin could bat an eye, the woman had gotten out of the crowd's grasp and flung herself at the man, catching him off guard. They both had a small struggle in front of the tank, the woman desperately trying to get the object from the man. He kept it out of her reach and raised his fist to quickly hit the woman. She fell to the floor in front of Robin. This made Robin's blood boil. The man raised the object again, aiming at Robin's head.
Everything seemed to go slower than usual as the woman finally got a hold of the man's hand and a loud sound erupted from the end of the object. It flashed a brighter color than Robin had ever seen and a loud crack surrounded the room.
The woman fell back against the glass and a red stain was left where she stood there slumped. Robin didn't know much since she came into existence, but she knew the smell of blood and now knew rage. The new feeling and the old enticed her body and her mind. It filled her system with such vigor that she only focused on the rage.
Her eyes flashed open, a sort of electricity swarming her body, and before she knew it, she had blacked out and woke back up on a cold surface. Her body felt heavy and her vision was blurry, white hair plastered to her face as she lifted her head. Her upper body felt warmer than her bottom and she did her best to hold her head up. The woman was holding a pipe and the object from earlier. Robin's vision became clearer as she blinked away the green solution from her eyes. She could see the woman clearly now; her white cream hair short and frazzled from the fight and her white coat and dark dress ruffled and swayed with her movements. She quickly got down to help Robin up, throwing the pipe down and slinging her arm around her shoulder.
"Hey," Her first words to Robin were clear as day and melted in her ears as she spoke. "Hey, it's ok. I got you. Let's get you out of here."
The woman started to tug Robin along and both began walking towards a door. Well, at least Robin was trying to. Her legs felt like lead as she sluggishly picked them up off the floor. She felt a disruption in her step and headed straight towards the floor, the woman thankfully catching her. Looking back to see what tripped her, Robin came face to face with the man who was pointing the weapon at her.
His eyes were stuck wide-eyed, his mouth gaped openly slightly as if he was about to say something...or scream. Blood was coming out of his eyes and nose, combining with the green fluid that both Robin and him were doused in. Robin felt her breath go shaky and the woman pulled her along.
"Don't worry about him anymore." The woman said sourly. "He deserved what was coming to him."
Robin turned away and proceeded to walk down a dimly-lit hallway, her legs getting used to the gravity beneath her slowly. She felt something warm trickle down her leg and looking down, she saw the blood from the woman's wound drenching both hers and Robin's body. Robin felt her breath stop and looked away, it didn't help that the coppery smell still made it's way to her nose, making it sting in an awful way.
The woman tugged her into a locked room and set her down on a bench. Robin watched as the woman locked the door behind her and hurried over to a metal locker, pulling a duffel bag out with great force. She pulled out a vial from inside the bag and chugged half of it before stripping her coat and shirt off and dowsing her shirt in the liquid and pressing it to her abdomen. Before too long, there was a faint shimmer and the woman threw the shirt to the floor, rifling through the bag once again. Robin stared at the now healed wound. There was a faint scar where cells had multiplied faster than she had ever seen, but now it was sealed up and no open wound or blood insight.
"Alright," she said gruffly, grabbing Robin's attention. "We need to get back promptly. The Old Man won't wait too long with the circumstances. Here put these on. We'll blend in more." She handed Robin a set of clothes. A tank top and pants sat on top of a purple coat, along with the necessities. Robin began to fumble with them hurriedly, getting help from the woman every so often. Her hair, she realized, had tumbled down from there wet masses and cascading her shoulders, getting in her face and in her way. She made a disapproved noise, before the woman came over and gently grabbed the mass and gathered them together. She felt something pull at her hair and she let out a small whimper.
"Ah, you'll have to forgive me. I forgot your body is slightly more fragile than the regular person." The woman chuckled. "I'm Morrigan. You're lucky FF1-C2, Nelson almost disposed of you. If it weren't for-"
"Robin."
The woman stopped short. "What?"
Robin turned towards her, her voice a little raspy. "Isn't that who I am? Robin?"
Morrigan went still, her soft golden-brown eyes watery. Then ever so softly, "Yes...yes, you are."
In a hurry, Morrigan went to finish getting dressed. Robin reached up to feel her hair, finding them in high pigtails.
Bending over she pulled on boots and then, finally, the coat. It was a little heavy, but Robin could feel some sort of strength returning to her as she took in her surroundings and taking deep breaths of air.
Everything was so foreign and she tried taking it all in. It made her blood accelerate and adrenaline coursed through her veins. Before long, Morrigan was also ready. Dressed in the same attire, she slung a crude bag around her shoulder before unlocking the door and peeking out. She grabbed Robin's hand and started to pull her down the next hallway to the left. Robin stumbled a bit at first, but with her returning strength she soon got familiar with the rhythm of running. The hallways all looked the same with the same faded color of grey with never-ending corridors that lead to other different directions. It felt like forever as they both ran down the hallways, taking a turn every now and then.
Morrigan knew exactly where she was going and led Robin down the hallways before taking a sharp right and stopping to unlock a door before shoving both of them in. The room was filled with different control panels, lined against the walls. One of them faced a glass window, the room beyond that was dark. Morrigan quickly moved to lock the door behind them and move towards a control panel. She began murmuring things to herself, flipping switches and pressing buttons before finally pressing another button and all of the panels began to light up.
"Perfect," Morrigan sighed. "Let's hope the old geezer is ready on the other side."
Robin looked at her quizzically. "Other side? What's on the other side?"
Morrigan walked over to the controls that faced the glass window and began to press more buttons, a bigger light illuminating her face. "It will be safer to explain when we reach it. I promise it will be easier to comprehend later." Robin fell silent and let Morrigan finish what she needed to do. Robin wandered around the room, examining everything that befell her eyes.
On the opposite wall that Morrigan was on, there were screens that were lit up, showing Robin the same hallways she was last occupying. There were many and the one that caught her eye was one that had many people either walking or running on. In the center of it all were three figures clad in dark. One of them, his figure tall and dark, wore clothing she had never seen before; a cape that flowed down both arms and a revealing shirt while it turned into some sort of skirt. The other next to him, a woman, was wearing a white coat like the others, but as she was walking she got rid of it, throwing it to the side at someone. Her attire was rather revealing as her breasts were only half covered and her skirt rides up just short of below her waist. There was another behind them, but Robin couldn't make out who they were as they were wearing a hood, but she felt like she recognized them. Something familiar...
Robin had heard a clunk and looked behind her to see the glass window lit up a fantastical blue, swirling towards its center. Morrigan put her hands on her hips and gave out a satisfied huff.
"Alright, we've got exactly five minutes before the gate..." Morrigan trailed off as she looked towards Robin and then up at the monitors behind her. Her face dropped, becoming hard and pale. "Robin, come here and hurry. Stand by that door over there." She directed Robin towards the door to her right. Storming over to the entrance, she whipped out a book from her pocket. The pages seemed to whip from a non-existent wind, before falling onto a certain page.
"Containing all from entry, let no one pass." Morrigan began to chant, reaching out with her arm and opened her hand towards the door. Both the door and her began glowing a mystical blue. A wind began to pick up around them, even though they were in a contained room. "Using the flow of strength and divinity, profeci densis-Lock!"
With the final word, there was a loud pang, making everything quiet once again. Lowering her arm, she quickly turned towards Robin and hurried to open the door to the portal. Robin looked back at the door, fascinated by what had just happened. How did she do that? Will she be able to do that too? So many questions, and yet very little time. Following Morrigan through the door, a wind whipped at her face again as the portal seemed to be sucking everything in its vicinity into the swirling pool. Morrigan exclaimed the same spell as earlier and grabbed Robin's hand. They both stopped in front of the portal and Robin looked up at Morrigan. The woman looked back at her and smiled softly.
"I know we haven't talked much before," She said. Her smile wavering along with her eyes. "But I just want to tell you how proud I am of you. Let's pray to Naga that we make it safe for Ylisse."
Robin was unsure what those words meant, but she nodded and turned bravely towards the shimmering blue. A loud bang could be heard from the other room and Robin quickly looked back over her shoulder to see that the sealed door had been busted into, the wall and ceiling that surrounded the door were now gone. A hole now in its place. People began streaming in, including the three people she saw earlier. She recognized the first two and then she got a quick glimpse of the third.
Red eyes that shone brightly as the blood she saw earlier peeked through from under the hood. Making direct eye contact with them, her head began to pound and swell. Clutching her head with one hand, she tugged at Morrigan's hand and Morrigan understood well. Jumping in first, she dragged Robin in with her. The portal was cooling and made her head turn to a light headache.
"The time should have expired the moment we stepped in." Morrigan let out a small laugh and gave Robin a small smile. "We should be safe until we reach our destination."
Robin responded back with a smile and a breath of relief, tightening her hold on Morrigan's hand. She looked ahead of her and let the breeze run over her face, before the headache came swelling back. The pain was worse than before and made her head feel like it was going to split apart. She cried out and clutched her face with her free hand, her other gripping tightly onto Morrigan's.
"Robin!" Morrigan cried out.
"Did you really think that was going to work?"
There was a voice that rang out around them and the blue turned a violet-red. The voice let out a laugh. "Another perfect vessel for me, Morrigan? I'm surprised you let me catch this one so easily! The other was only a trial, but this one…"
"SHUT UP!" Morrigan pulled Robin close to her, clutching her to her side. "You fiend! I never wanted you to have them! You brainwash all of your followers, including my own family! How dare you! I won't let you have them and do this to them anymore!"
A chuckle emitted from around them. "Oh, my precious pet. I didn't do anything. They willingly succumbed to my ways. It's your own fault for following them into the mouth of the lion. You only have yourself to blame."
"..." Morrigan tightened her grip around Robin, before gliding faster down the portal, looking for the exit.
"Aah, aah. Wrong way."
Another pulse waved over Robin, causing her to let out a scream. She could feel herself losing any sign of control, her vision becoming dark and red. Growling, she began to fight back against this force.
Child, release yourself to me. You are only making this harder for yourself.
"No! Never!" Robin shouted, unaware that He was talking to her in her head.
Morrigan's eyes widened and tried to go faster. "Hold on Robin! Fight! Fight back as hard as you can!"
A fight began to rage war inside of her. Her head felt like it was about to burst as someone or something was trying to take control. She pushed and pulled, determined to win the fight, her body convulsing to the point where she began to taste blood in her mouth and her nose began to drip blood as well. The laugh was back again, stronger than before, giving a strong push against Robin's consciousness. Robin felt herself slip for a moment, letting Him gain control of her arms. Her hands grabbed onto the book Morrigan had earlier and felt herself push Morrigan. She was sent flying a few feet away from Robin, stopping herself from reaching the edge of the wormhole. Robin heard a cackle erupting from her mouth. "Too easy! She's so weak, it's unbearable! Don't worry, We'll fix that." Purple electricity began to form around her arms, pointing them right at Morrigan. Robin remembered the incident that had happened earlier and how Morrigan was harmed earlier. If she had harmed Morrigan-
"NO!"
Robin gave one last final strong push in her consciousness and gained back control of her body. The power was still surging through her and instead of aiming towards Morrigan, She raised her hand towards the sky and let out a yell, releasing the power towards the sky. This caused the portal to shake and shudder under the power that was thrown into it. Robin felt the energy weaken inside her and around her as she could feel herself grow weaker and lose consciousness, something sucking her in behind her.
"FOOLISH CURSED CHILD! YOU WILL REGRET THE COMING DAYS FOR I WILL-"
The portal began to grow dim as it began to collapse around them.
"Robin!" Morrigan reached out to grab her, but the portal had begun to collapse around them and both had already been sucked into a different coordinate. "Look for me! I'll be searching for you, even till the end of my days! Stay alive! I'll find y-"
"Morri..." Robin gasped weakly, before finally sinking into what she knew was darkness. Her head hurt and her body ached. Robin began to see dreams and memories that she had never seen before. Different people and places. All were different, but there was one thing that they all had in common. There was a war and whatever she saw, she could tell there were good days and bad days.
There were always the same people in those memories. Two women stand by their winged horses. A woman running from a flamboyant man. Another pair with a hefty man and a beautiful dancer. A man petting a dragon as the woman beside him laughs at him. A lady turns into some sort of animal while a younger man cheers her on. A food thief and a child, along with an older man scolding the pair of them. Two men about to spar against each other. Another woman whose nose is buried deep into a book, accompanied by a young man in a big hat. Another pair of women drinking tea. A man talking to some crows as a woman watches him silently. A blonde girl holding a frog and stashing it away before she could notice. A stern man with furrowed eyebrows, hands clasped behind his back ready for a stern lecture. A younger girl with dark hair running up and hugging her. But the one who stood out the most was a man with blue hair and a kind smile. His body rough with years of training and war.
"Chrom…"