Two Things Starting Off. One: I didn't directly say it last time, so I'll say it now, Robin is the basic female version. Ergo, build 1, hair 1, hair color 1, voice 1. Just like she appears in Smash 4.

Two: Hear are the responses to the fan mail.

Sugouxxx: Glad to hear you liked it. I was pretty proud of it myself.

BlakithLeo: Well not you don't need worry, it's official.

Greyjedi449t: It's not going to be completely the same, most of the focus will still be on Ragna.

Guest: Sorry, but Ragna's probably going to be the only BlazBlue character here.

Anon: Still not sure about the whole harem thing, I still have a few plans for possible pairings.

Richboylion: Maybe, it's still an option. I'll just have to base this off how the interact.

Warrior of Six Blades: Just keep on following and reviewing man, I love the feedback.

Starlightkitsune2178: Thanks for pointing that out.

Guest (2): I might give them that sort of relationship. Not sure about Aversa joining though.

Black sun 123: Look no further, read and enjoy.

That last one goes to all of you. Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter X: No Rest for the Weary

"So this is the capital," Robin said as she observed the city around her. It was late that same day and the stars already had been out for about two hours now. Even with only the bright moonlight, Robin was able to view some of the shops that were open this late at night and some of the people still walking around, likely either heading to their homes or looking to get some drinking in at the nearest tavern. "We're heading to the castle, right?"

"That's the plan," Ragna said as he carried the large trunk containing his tactician books over left shoulder. "Oh course, you'll have to wait in the lobby for a bit before we take you to meet the Exalt… if Emmeryn's even awake at this hour."

"Come on, it's not that late," Lissa told Ragna. "Plus, Emm has always been there for Chrom and me, no matter what hour of the night."

"And what the heck did you need to wake her up for?" he questioned as a fellow oldest sibling of three.

"Nightmares…" Chrom admitted. "When we were children, she was always the person Lissa and I went to for comfort… since our parents had-"

"Say no more," Ragna insisted seeing that it was bringing back less than ideal memories. "But anyways, the messenger should have arrived so there's no reason to wake her if we don't need to."

"Fair enough," Chrom said to his friend. "But while we're there I should show you your office. You'll have a place to keep your book on tactics organized."

"Tactics?" Robin questioned. "You're a tactician Ragna?"

"Yeah, but for the most part I'm just a frontline fighter. I get everyone organized, tell them the battle plan, and shout commands if I need to change strategies." Robin was silent and appeared to be deep in thought. "Something up?"

"Huh… oh, it's nothing," Robin assured him as the group walked onto the castle grounds. Phila was standing with one of her lieutenants at the castle gate. The two nodded when Chrom approached.

"Welcome home, Prince Chrom," she said to the leader of the Shepherds. Robin's jaw dropped in surprise and her eyes grew wide. She turned to Ragna while pointing at Chrom, but the Reaper responded by giving an awkward smile and shrugged in return. "I'll take you to see her grace, Lady Emmeryn, now if you wish."

"Actually, could you let her know that we're on our way to see her if she's still up? I was about to show Ragna his office before we saw Emm."

"Certainly," Phila said as she entered the castle. Chrom, Ragna, Robin, and Lissa followed behind her into the main lobby. Fredrick and the rest of the Shepherds had returned to their garrison for the night. Ragna had seen the lobby before, but it seemed much gloomier now that they were using candles.

"Hey Robin," he asked the newcomer. "Would you rather wait in my office until after we talk to Emmeryn?"

"Not sure that's the best idea," Chrom said hesitantly.

"What do you mean?" Ragna asked.

-The Tacticians Office-

The office look like it hadn't been worked in for quite some time. It was completely covered in a thick layer of dust, the shelves were empty and covered in cobwebs, and there was a supply of unused candles in the desk drawer. There was also a window showing the city of Ylisse, but that was currently the only redeeming quality of the room and even that was left filthy.

"This is what I meant," Chrom told the group. "Ylisse hasn't had a tactician in over a decade and well… our last tactician wasn't exactly seen as the best of people. You have quite the legacy to fix Ragna. The main reason why no one was willing to enter this room was because they hated to remember the man who worked here."

"We'll I'm not him. Hopefully everyone can see that soon," Ragna said with little concern as he set the trunk on the ground and put his coat and sword on top of them. "As far as the room goes…" he walked into the office and shut the door, leaving his friends outside the office in minor confusion. "Wind!"

There was the sound of a whirlwind on the other side as traces of dust leaked from underneath the door, followed by Ragna's coughing. "Did he really think that would work?" Chrom critiqued.

"Wind!" Ragna continued, casting the spell again and again. Eventually he opened the door, covered in dust. "Yeah, I did."

Indeed, the office behind him looked much better now that the dust and cobwebs were gone. Ragna had also managed to light the candles on the desk. It wasn't perfect, but some more advanced cleaning later would solve that.

"I guess the office looks better," said a snickering Lissa. "But Ragna, you're a mess!"

"Huh?" Ragna asked, turning to Chrom. His commander pointed to a mirror that revealed Ragna's current status to himself. "Easily fixed," he said as he leaned out of window. "Wind!" After waiting for the spell to wear off he brought his air dusted body back into the room.

"That's convenient," Robin said as she handed Ragna his coat which the Reaper put back on. Ragna decided he'd leave his Aramasa sword on his trunk while he went to visit Emmeryn, he'd be back soon anyways.

"Yeah, but I'll have to be careful, casting spells like that takes away the energy that my arm works off of."

"Energy?" Robin repeated tilting her head.

"Oh right, we haven't told you about that yet," Chrom said to her. "We'll tell you about it later, it's quite the story."

"Alright, I'll see you guys after you talk to the Exalt." Ragna nodded as he exited his new office with others and left Robin to her own devices. "Ragna's been kind enough to help me out even though I haven't given anything to him or promised him something in return. Maybe I can help him get this office organized to say thanks."

-Emmeryn's room-

When Ragna, Chrom, and Lissa entered the eldest sister's room, a maid had just left them with a pot of fresh tea, some biscuits, and some jam. "Welcome back," Emmeryn said with a warm smile that she was known for as she gestured for the three to take a seat, which they did, with Lissa instantly grabbing a biscuit. "I heard from the Feroxi messenger that you'd succeeded in your negotiations and we'd be receiving Feroxi troops for protection within the week. You all have my dearest thanks."

"It wasn't easy," Chrom admitted, "But in the end we managed to state our point and win the support we need… in no small part to our otherworldly friend here," he said gesturing to Ragna.

"Otherworldly?" Emmeryn questioned Ragna. "Is that true?"

"Yeah, but it's kind of a long story…" Ragna told her.

"I imagine it would be, but I'd still like to hear it if you don't mind."

"Alright, but it's pretty dark," Ragna said as he recounted the tale, he'd told earlier that day. Everything, from his childhood, Terumi's attack, his struggle against the NOL, and how he'd arrived in this world. Emmeryn was a patient listener, not interrupting Ragna by interjecting with her own thoughts, almost like a sort of psychiatrist. By the time he was done all of the biscuits had been eaten and the tea had been drunk.

"You've been through so much already then," Emmeryn said to him, the Reaper merely shrugged. "But Ragna, if you've spent so much of your life fighting, why are you allowing yourself to become involved in this conflict, one that has little to do with you?"

"Simple," Ragna said seriously before giving a small but warm smile. "I won't abandon the people dear to me and this groups given me the chance to fight for something that matters… think I'll stick with it. Plus, you guys are pretty much screwed without me."

"Not arguing," Chrom admitted. "But there's something else that we need to discuss Emm. While we're used to getting a few unusual members in the Shepherds, Ragna found a mysterious woman on our way back from Regna Ferox. She's harmless as far as I'm concerned, but she's a complete amnesic. She has no memory of her name or her past. We brought her here and she's currently waiting for us in the tactician's office."

"I'm sorry to hear about that," Emmeryn told the group. "The poor girl doesn't even have a name to be called by."

"Actually, when I found her I came up with a name for her," Ragna told the Exalt. "We've been calling her Robin and she seems to like the name. The problem is what's going to happen from here. Any ideas on how to get her memory back?"

"Sadly, I don't," Emmeryn admitted. "Could it be possible for her to travel with the Shepherds for now? Maybe you could come across someone that knows her in your travels."

"Either that or something to trigger her memories. I guess it's worth a shot," Ragna assured her. "I'd just have to keep her off of the frontlines until we know exactly what she's capable of. Did you want to meet her?"

"I'd very much like to," Emmeryn said with a small smile.

"If it's all the same to you two, I'm turning in," Chrom informed. "I'm still sore from all the walking we've done in the past few days alone."

"Same here," Lissa agreed with a yawn. "We've had a lot happen today. Night sis! Night Ragna!"

Ragna and Emmeryn headed back to the old tactician's office. It took them a bit considering the office was on the exact opposite castle wing. Ragna opened the door to his new workplace.

"Hey Robin, we're… Huh?"

The Reaper was somewhat startled with the sight before him. His trunk full of tactical book from earlier was open and emptied. His sword was carefully moved to the side and propped against the wall, and Robin was sitting on his desk looking over his books while writing on several sheets of paper as she read. She finally looked up and realized the two were there.

"Ulp! Uh, hey Ragna. Sorry, I'd meant to put these books away, but curiosity got the better of me and I got absorbed into them."

"No harm done," Ragna said, still a little shocked at the development in front of him. He noticed one of the papers that Robin had written on. "Mind if I take a look at that?" Robin nodded and handed Ragna the sheet of paper without reservation and the Reaper started to read over it.

"I take it you're Robin?" Emmeryn said to the young woman who in turn nodded. "It's nice to meet you Robin, my name is Emmeryn."

"Oh," Robin said a little unsurely. "I'm sorry milady, I meant no disrespect. I should have-"

Emmeryn gave a small giggle. "Actually, it's nicer to have someone talk to me as an equal instead of the Exalt. Rest assured Robin, you're fine."

"Oh, well that's good," Robin said before returning her attention to Ragna who continued to stare at the paper he held. "Is something wrong Ragna?"

"Robin, how on earth did you learn to do all of this? I've read through all of my strategy books and I've never come across this battle plan, in fact it looks like it's combined from some of the moves in the book… and pretty damn well too. Where'd you learn to do this?"

"I'm afraid I still can't remember. All I know is that these tactics seem familiar to me." Robin noticed that Ragna was gazing at her thoughtfully. "What is it?"

"I think I just found your memory trigger."

-Meanwhile: Unknown Location-

Note: this is going to be pretty mysterious and vague. If you don't get what's going on don't worry, it's actually not important. (Also I sorta called a few things early, so… HA HA!)

"I'd hate to say it, but it seems like we've hit a gap in our plan. How large of a gap you ask? Well, that would have to include everything we were planning that doll for. Quite a shame really, we had her in a storage place thanks to HIM and we could retrieve her at our leisure but now there's been a glitch and she's missing a part of her power. Without a trace, a message, or otherwise. One would think she'd be kinder and notify her own mother of such events."

The boy with purple hair and medical glasses wasn't particularly annoyed with this new show of events, or at least he didn't appear to be. However, this was a type of person who could hardly be considered human, more of a Meta, both in design and in attitude.

"At least it's only only a part of her is gone…" a woman with blonde hair said to her associate. This woman wasn't actually there, but her voice certainly was. "Or rather, it was copied. I have to wonder though, how did this clone come to be?"

"And you're sure that this isn't a problem; that we have absolutely nothing to worry about? Well, I guess we can't say absolutely nothing to worry about, after all there's still the matter of the High King, and more importantly is that Gear with him, The Flame of Corruption, now that's something that we can't afford to take lightly. In fact, it makes our little runaway or 'copy' of her seem much more unnecessary to worry about. If she were to appear back in this world, I can only imagine the chaos that would unfold for the opposing side, how much hesitation it would cause. Which one would be the real one? In this case, I doubt it really matters. And considering the BackYard, it's very likely we'd never come across the second version if it it's not the first version, so in the end it's of no consequence either way."

"Do you have no ideas to where she might be?" the woman asked.

"I thought you'd know me better than that by now. Do I ever have a lack of ideas? No, I always have ideas, far too many. Just like now, I have far too many ideas of what could have happened. She could have simply disappeared, or she could have been sent to a different point and time, or maybe a different world. Of course, that just opens the doors to new question, which time, which world, are there any times we're unaware of, are there different worlds at all or is it just a theory, would she even survive there? It's interesting to think about, but so much to accomplish so little time. As it stands, one runaway bride is enough to worry about, so I say we only focus on one for now. I'll be leaving now, too much to do. Goodbye!"

With that the man with purple hair disappeared. The woman with blonde hair smiled to herself on her side of the mirror. "I hope for his sake that this does not come back to bite us… I'd hate to be the one to put him down…"

-That Night: Ylisse Barracks-

Ragna was heading back to the Shepherds barracks late that night. Robin had decided to stay at the castle that night because Emmeryn had wanted to talk to her in greater detail. Ragna was also offered a spare room in the castle, but he'd turned down the offer and headed back to the barracks to unpack his things sans his tactics material. It was very late when he finally made it back, he for one was ready to collapse after everything that had happened that day.

Insomnia

'Damn I'm beat…' Ragna thought to himself as he walked into the barracks. He was about to head straight for his room before he faintly heard the sound of someone on the training grounds. 'Sully again? I should probably stop this with how tired she looked on the road…'

As he headed for the grounds, he was surprised to see not the familiar crimson knight, but Lon'qu, the swordsman from Regna Ferox. Ragna hadn't really talked to the guy yet, but now seemed a good as time as any.

"Didn't think that anyone would still be up," Ragna commented. Instead of freezing with surprise, Lon'qu finished the sword swing he'd started and switched the angle of the blade to have it point behind him at Ragna.

"Tactician," he said with a curt but inoffensive tone as he lowered the practice blade. "Is something amiss?"

"Just wondering why you were out here this late at night, seems pretty dark out to be getting some practice in."

"Hmph, practice can occur at any time for those who seek improvement above all else," Lon'qu argued. "Am I violating some sort of curfew?"

"As far as I can tell we don't exactly have one. I should probably ask someone about that," Ragna admitted. "Again, I was just curious why you were up."

"Like I told you before, only to practice. Not to be disrespectful, but I'd appreciate if I were left to my sword work… alone." The aggressive look Lon'qu was giving Ragna made it seem like less of a request and more of a threat.

"All right fine," Ragna said as he turned to leave. Lon'qu was about to take another swing with his sword before Ragna said something that did make him freeze this time. "It's nightmares, isn't it?"

"What!?" Lon'qu demanded, caught just as off guard as when he'd been approached by Lissa. "What would you know about it?"

"Plenty, especially after the accident that I had," he said. "After some time I learned how to fight it. Either you let it control you or you fight through it and find a different goal."

"…When did your nightmares fade away?" Lon'qu had to ask.

"When I finally found what I was fighting for."

"You mean your revenge," Lon'qu guessed. "I've had my revenge from the day I've experienced what caused those nightmares."

"No, I found something else to fight for… but before that I just trained until I passed out. Then I was too damn tired to get nightmares."

"That's usually what I have to resort to doing," Lon'qu admitted. "However, I find it easier to get a good sparring session in when I have someone to practice against."

"This again?" Ragna groaned. "Fine, but just to warn you I'm tempted to knock you out and be done with this crap."

"You're free to try," Lon'qu said as he threw the wooden sword towards his sparring partner. "However, that's a feat easier said than done!"

"Let's hope so!" Ragna shouted as he caught the practice sword and got into a dueling stance.

For the next twenty minutes the sounds of wooden swords striking echoed across the training field. Lon'qu turned out to be a better opponent than Ragna had given him credit for. His speed was devastating and his style employed that little detail in each of his actions. In the language of swords these two were certainly well versed. At the end the two launched themselves at each other for one last devastating attack with their blades. Both of the wooden swords shattered upon impact, both broken ends falling to the ground.

"Yeesh you're a demon," Ragna said as he observed his shattered sword.

"And you were holding back," Lon'qu noted. "It seems there's more that I can learn from you. I look forward to our next encounter." Lon'qu started to make his way off the training yard.

"Hey Lon'qu?" The myrmidon paused before turning his head to the Reaper. "Just what are those nightmares about?"

He didn't answer immediately. "My greatest failure… Not unlike your own it seems."

Support Rank C Obtained with Lon'qu

"Guess I'll have to call it a night," Ragna thought to himself. "Maybe, I'll even have the chance to sleep in tomorrow."

The Next Morning

Ragna ended up waking up as the sun rose, but considering him, this was sleeping in. After bathing and eating, the Grim Reaper made his way outside. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, looked like it'd be another good day in this new world of his. Maybe today would turn out to be one of his more peaceful days.

'I should probably head to my office,' he thought to himself as he walked towards the castle. 'That place could use a better cleaning than the one I gave it last night. Wind magic isn't good for everything.' Within a short time, he managed to make his way in front of the castle. There he saw one of the Pegasus Knights talking to Phila their conversation seemed serious. 'This doesn't bode well,' Ragna thought to himself. "Something wrong?"

Phila turned to acknowledge the Reaper. "We have a new situation, one that requires the Shepherds again."

"Now what's wrong?" Ragna groaned.

"SouthTown's about to come under attack again, this time from the Risen. We also have a group of bandits about to attack a farming village in the Southeast islands. We need you to head out as soon as you can. I know you're already weary from the jobs you've already completed, and for that I'm sorry."

"Well, the sooner we get this done, the sooner I can get a chance at actually relaxation. I'll go grab Chrom and let him know what's going on."

Birds of a Feather

After relaying the message to his captain, Ragna decided to head back to his office to check for necessary books that he'd need to bring with him. Once he entered the room, he saw Robin sitting at his desk still looking over his tactician books.

"Looks like someone's eager to learn," Ragna said as he walked inside. Robin looked up and gave him a simple smile.

"This is the only thing that I can remember doing so I decided I'd try working with it and try to get some of my memories back. There's just too much about myself that I don't know."

"It's not worth worrying over, trust me." Ragna grabbed out his trunk and started going through some of the books her thought he'd bring. "For me things worked out in the end anyways."

"You had amnesia?" Robin questioned. Ragna nodded.

"Yep, I had to deal with amnesia a few times. And that's all it's about; time. You just wait long enough and things start to come back to you."

"I guess I'll have to go with that for right now," Robin told him. "Emmeryn talked to me earlier and offered me a job as your assistant, I told her that I'd make sure it was alright with you before I decided anything."

"It's fine with me, but are you sure you want to do this? You just regained consciousness and you've got your own problems to deal with."

"Didn't you do the same when you first came here?" Robin said to Ragna. "I remember that story that you told me last night Ragna, you we're willing to give everything to helping Chrom because he needed it, so I'll do the same."

"Alright," Ragna told her. "Anyways we're about to head out to battle, it's your call on whether or not you want to come with us or stay pack and practice."

"I'm not about to be left behind," Robin told him. "Ragna, I know you're looking out for me, but I need to be able to contribute to the cause myself."

Ragna gave a small grin. "If you're that serious about it, follow me. We need to head back to the Shepherds barracks and get everyone organized."

"Right behind you, boss," Robin said to him smiling.

Support Rank C Obtained with Robin

Time Skip- SouthTown

"Looks like we're almost there," Chrom said as SouthTown came into view. "Any sign of the Risen?" he asked his tactician. Ragna focused so he could sense out the monsters, a feature he'd explained to Chrom.

"They're coming from the east and it seems like they're almost to the town. We're not going to have a lot of time to get up our defenses. Good news is that we're dealing with a much smaller force than last time, bad news is that they're much more diverse in their typing now. This won't be an easy fight."

"Yeah, but now we have two tacticians on our side," Chrom assured his friend. "Have faith, we should be done with this in no time at all."

"Let's hope you're right," Ragna agreed.

The Shepherd set up their defensive position outside the town. The plan was basic, Kellam and Fredrick would advance first with Ragna since they had the highest armor, followed by Chrom who was the best-rounded and Lon'qu who had the ability to dodge most attacks. Sully and Stahl would take the sides of the attacking force preventing flanking. The two knights would be backed by Virion and Miriel in order to combat long ranged units. Lissa would stay at the back of the group with Robin protecting her with magic while Sumia and Cordelia would act as assists to finish off the wounded stray units.

"Let's go!" Ragna commanded when the Risen came into range. The Shepherds followed their tactician into battle following the plan Robin had come up with (Ragna hadn't done all that much in pre-planning). Their tactics proved to be devastating as the Shepherds quickly began to turn the tide against the risen.

On the front lines Ragna was making short work against his group of risen. He wasn't using any of his techniques, mainly because he didn't need to and this way he could conserve more of their energy. 'This was a good plan; we should be done here before-'

"No! Keep away from me! Don't get any closer!"

The source of the scream was feminine, and it seemed to be coming from a group of Risen off to the side. The group was fairly large and had several archers. This meant sending a Pegasus Knight in for a quick rescue was a no-go.

"Damn," Ragna grunted. "Robin keep doing your thing! I'll be right back!" His fellow tactician nodded as Ragna left over his group. "CARNAGE SCISSORS!" he shouted as he rushed at the group and wiped them out with two massive slashes; a physical overhead and much strong darkness infused one. He then saw that target of his rescue and thing became a LOT more complicated.

She was wearing a white and red wedding dress with a bouquet of roses on it and white bunny like ears for a head piece. She had pinkish hair and bright light blue eyes. But the part that Ragna felt strangest about her? She was trying to use a GUN! Trying because the damn thing wasn't firing anything.

'She seems pretty out of place, is she from another world?' The woman in question didn't seem to notice Ragna yet she attempted to defend herself from a Risen swordsman using a pink rifle to defend herself. "Hell's-!" he shouted as he lunged forward and his fist impacted the attacking risen, destroying it instantly. "-Fang!" he finished sending out wave of darkness, destroying several Risen in the area. "Stay back!" he shouted to the girl behind him as blocked an axe warrior's attack before retaliating.

"O-Okay!" the woman behind him stuttered.

'At least we all speak the same language,' Ragna thought as he tore through the Risen. 'Wait, why do we all speak the same language? Shouldn't everyone else here have some sort of medieval accent? Or was I just screwed up by the Boundary so I don't notice it? But if that's the case, then why can I tell Virion's french?' He ducked another Risen's slash at his head. 'And if she's not from my world, how the hell did she get here? And why the hell is she wearing a wedding dress?' One thing was certain, Ragna wanted answers after this.

The fighting was over fairly quickly after that. Robin had done an exceptional job leading the other troops into battle and the Risen had only managed to inflict minor injuries on the Shepherds which were quickly healed by Lissa before the got to mending their armor. After making sure that the other Shepherds were safe, Ragna turned his attention to the girl he'd saved. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she said to him. "Thank you for saving me. My name is Elphelt Valentine, but everyone usually calls me El. And you are?"

*Author's Note: Elphelt is from the video game Guilty Gear. It's sort of the older brother of BlazBlue. You don't really need to know her backstory to proceed, just look up "Elphelt wins" on Youtube. That'll tell you everything you need to know about her.

"Ragna. Anyways, I take it you're not from around here?"

"Well…" Elphelt said, hesitating for a moment. "The problem is… I don't really know where I am."

"So you're from another world then," Ragna sighed.

"Wait, another world? Am I in some world traveling station place?"

"No, at least I don't think so," Ragna assured her. "The thing is I'm from a different world myself. Tell me; do you know about a city called Kagutsuchi, the Ikaruga Federation, the NOL? Any of that ringing a bell?"

"Uh… no. I've never heard of any of those things. The last thing I remember was being in the Backyard before winding up here."

"The Backyard?" Ragna questioned. "Don't you mean the Boundary?"

"What's the Boundary?" Elphelt questioned. That… was a subject Ragna was hesitant to get into. "But anyways, you seem to know more about this world traveling thing than I do… Can I stick with you for right now?"

"I guess," Ragna groaned. "Wonder how Chrom's gonna react to this one. But if you're coming with us, you're going to need to figure out how to fight. It doesn't look like those guns of yours are going to be of any use."

"Yeah, it weird, I thought that this would be able to work, but something with this world's messing with me weapons. At least I didn't get any rips on my dress."

"About that," Ragna began as the two began walking to find Chrom. "Did you get pulled into this world during your wedding?"

"Uh, well I'm more of a runaway bride. I was supposed to marry this rock star, but then I got this attention of this other guy, I couldn't really bring myself to love the guy I was supposed to marry and well… I sort of ran. Not my most womanly moment."

"Right," Ragna said unsurely. "And you're still wearing that dress because?"

"Because I'd be naked without it," Elphelt informed him with a pout.

"That's… not what I meant," Ragna said exasperated. "Fine, wear the dress. Just don't blame me when it gets torn up from sword slashes."

"NO!" Elphelt screamed. "I can't have my wedding dress get ruined! It's terrible luck! I used guns for a reason!"

Ragna noticed that quite a few Shepherds were noticing him and the girl he was traveling with. He was getting odd looks from quite a few of them. Trying to force down his rising blush he regarded Elphelt. "Well, it looks that you have three options from my perspective: Magic, Archery, or Healing. Learn one of those and stick with it."

With that the two finally found Chrom, Ragna was about to explain things to him when Chrom put his hand up. "Another one?" Ragna simply nodded. "All right then, what's your name?"

"Elphelt, but you can call me El if you want."

"And you trust her?" Chrom questioned his tactician.

"Well, she's no friend of the Risen. That's for sure."

"Good enough for me," Chrom said. "Welcome to the Shepherd's, Elphelt. My name's Chrom."

"Nice to meet you Chrom," Elphelt said to the blue haired price. "So uh, Ragna… can you help me get started with magic or something. I kind of need your help to figure out how it works here."

"Fine," Ragna sighed as he walked off with Elphelt.

"I'll ask this again," Frederick began with a sigh. "How does Ragna meet so many strange people?"

"I stopped asking that question a long time ago," Chrom admitted to him.

Authors Note: I don't represent or own any of the Video Game franchises presented here.

A new outside character joins the fray. The story won't be focusing on lot on Elphelt, she'll mainly be there because I wanted to try writing support conversation between her and Ragna. I'll delve into her character a little more next chapter.

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