Cycle

by RoseWarden

Robin is a young woman who bakes cakes during the day, sleeps at night, and drinks on weekends. She does not wage wars, fight demons, or solve dating issues. Yet, somehow by divine mistake, she's found herself doing just that. Clearly, someone has her confused with another Robin...

9. Chapter 9

Disclaimer - I don't own Fire Emblem. All of its properties belong to Nintendo and Intelligent Systems.

Warnings for language and mild violence.

Chapter 9

If I've ever had a greater regret in my life, it's surely now. What in the hell am I doing here?

Scoping out the competition is making me realize that I am way out of my league. These warriors across from us are beyond anything I've been up against before! Take every atypical hard-ass mercenary trope and multiply it by eleven. That's what we're facing right now. Seven figures brimming with muscles, brains, and finesse. Looking at their experienced faces is making me regret my decision to take Sumia. I wonder she's going to be able to handle this given her lack of combat readiness as opposed to the others.

I hug my tome to my chest as the atmosphere presses down around me. The air crackles with energy from the crowd and their cheers seem to drown out my very thoughts. Looking at the stands reveals an almost equal mixing of social norms. A grubby urchin could be seated next to a silk clad merchant and neither would seem to care. Class standing seems to mean nothing to Feroxi people.

It's not just the stands that are filled. Elaborate beams of wood have been constructed overhead that run the length of the Arena. A collection of wyverns and their riders sit on the elaborate system of perches rooting just as loudly as the rest. The more seats the better I guess.

Sumia leads her pegasus Sprinkles (really?) beside me. Like myself, she looks lost amongst the festivities around her. "So big..." she murmurs.

"Yeah," I agree. "You could fit a city in here."

"I can't believe we have to fight before all these people. I'm nervous." Sprinkles leans forward and snuffs into Sumia's hair as if giving her a nudge of support. She reaches back and pets the pegasus' nose in thanks seeming a tad calmer than before.

The other members of our group are a lot more excited than us two. Vaike looks like he'll explode from the sheer glee he's radiating.

"Now this is more like it! Listen to that crowd! Really gets the blood pumping, ya know?" He exclaims excitedly. He thumps his fist against his chest, his mouth split into a wide and cocky grin. "Hey Chrom, I bet ya twenty silver pieces they'll be shouting the Vaike's name by the end of this."

Chrom shakes his head despite his bemused look. "I'm glad you're so eager to fight Vaike but keep our goal in mind. We can't lose today."

Vaike lets out an over-dramatic sigh and drapes an arm over the prince's shoulders. "Chrom, old pal, leave those concerns behind. You know the two of us can wipe these sorry sacks to the Chon'sin region and back. By the end of this, the crowd will be screamin' our names and the ladies throwin' themselves at our feet. Just think of it!"

Chrom startles and emits a sound quite similar to his confused chortle from the game. "Ladies? I-what? No!" He sneaks a panicked look back at where Sumia and I stand. The pegasus knight balks and turns shyly away under the attention. Cripes, what are we children?

Strangely enough, Miriel is the one who looks more off put by the suggestion than us. Her eyes are pinpointed straight on Vaike. "A woman has been shown statistically to be more prone to approaching a desirable male because of his resourcefulness, not his plumage." Her typical mechanical tone dips lower than usual. "Unless your intents are to cavort in terms of a briefer liaison which I firmly suggest against."

"You're getting brainy on me again Miriel," Vaike says.

"Oh Vaike...," Sumia laments quietly.

"Unless you two are aiming for a one-night stand with some alley girl, you won't find a good prospect just by showing off your muscles," I translate. Vaike gives me an off look in response. Someone clearly isn't over some issues yet. Regardless, he listens to my words and responds teasingly to Miriel.

"Yeah? And when is the Vaike's lady troubles any of your business Miriel," the man jabs. "You worried?"

Miriel jealous? Of you? Vaike, please. That's utterly impos-

Vaike's teasing look disappears under the oppressive aura the red head is giving him. It's growing so strong that I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. Oh God, is she really...?

"Can we focus on this fight please," Chrom interjects hotly.

Our collection of confirmations is drowned out by booming vocals. A high-pitched announcer voice, like one of them 1950s sportscaster guys, starts blaring out a welcome to the audience. He starts to ramble about age old traditions and Feroxi history. I look around and try to figure out the source of the voice.

I catch sight of a small balcony sticking out on the left side of the arena. A man in an official's robe stands at the edge of it talking with flamboyant hand gestures. As far as I can see, there's nothing there that could help amplify his voice to such lengths.

"How is he doing that?" I say out loud. It should be impossible to hear the voice so crisply. There's no such thing as a PA system here so how is this guy's voice being projected so clearly and so loudly.

"Wind magic," Miriel states behind me as if it's common knowledge.

"How?" I emphasize again.

Miriel breaks from her disapproving stare to flip a dismissive hand at the figure. "Observe closely those two mages beside him."

I peer over again and see she's right. Two figures are kneeling beside the speaker. Each holds an open book in one hand. Their empty hands weave through the air forming intricate patterns. The faint trail of green light follows their fingers creating runes that quickly fade into a swirling mist. The mist snakes through the air and up toward the announcer. It twists around his head and tapers off in the direction he's shouting.

"This is not a topic we have discussed yet in your lessons but it is good to know nonetheless. Magic can be used beyond martial uses. This is a perfect exemplar of such practices. The speaker's aides are manipulating the atmospheric temperature and then providing the vocal interjections with an enhanced current through the magic provided."

That's actually pretty amazing. Science and supernatural meet to create a manmade manipulation of physics. Now I'm curious as to the extent of how far magic in this world can go when combined in the right ways. Of course that can wait until after I stop fearing for my life.

The announcer finishes his inspiring eulogy and breaks into a welcoming address to the Khans. He gestures to each one seated in their opposing boxes.

Behind us sits Flavia in her private booth. A forest green pennant flutters overhead. Two creatures, one stitched on each side, face each other in the middle. The left side features a bear standing on hind legs and stretching forward with one paw. Across from it is some bird of prey with wings spread and claws out. Inside the box is only a table, chair, and two familiar inhabitants.

This is the first time I'm seeing our benefactor in person. Flavia looks every bit as intimidating as you would imagine. Seated in a simple wooden chair with a high back, the East Khan stares down at us with a bemused smile. She nods at us and raises the brass tankard in her hand in a gesture of goodwill. Next to her stands my most favorite person in the world, Raimi. Decked in ceremonial armor, the captain watches us with a neutral expression. Out of the corner of my eye I see Kellam waving rather awkwardly at her. Raimi cocks her head in confusion and wrinkles her nose.

Unlike Flavia's practical setup, Basilio is seated in a booth decked to the brim in decoration. A wine colored draping frames the box he sits in. Gold plates and jeweled swords adorn the walls around him. The monstrous throne he reclines in is gilded in gold and carved with a number of designs along the edges. His red emblem hangs below him along the edge of the box. A bird with an enormous wingspan flies over a setting golden sun.

Basilio himself is a giant. If Arnold Schwarzenegger and Samuel L. Jackson ever had a child together, it would be this man. I swear, even his muscles are flexing muscles. The Khan stares down at the field with his one eye, a good-natured grin plastered across his face. He leans over to the young woman on his right and points toward someone on the grounds. The female is petite and huddled into herself. She nods timidly at whatever he says sending her shimmering locks bouncing. Her hair color is indescribable, somewhere between pink and white.

To his left sits a dark haired figure. The man is clad in an intricate blue outfit and leans back in his chair with a bored look. His head rests against his fist and he gazes at some spot on the opposite wall. His other hand idly flicks a tassel at the end of the sword leaning in his lap.

Realization dawns on me. I know who those two are! There's only two people it could be!

Lon'qu and Olivia.

If it wasn't bad enough that hundreds of people are going to watch me make a fool of myself, now two of the most pretty people in Fire Emblem will also see the same thing. Can this get any worse?

My ears catch something from the stands to my right. I strain my hearing trying to pick up the noise.

"My Lady! Over here! Yoo hoo!"

I don't know why I single out that voice but it draws me in. Something about it is familiar. I look to the crowd and search the blur of faces. Where is that coming from? I scan the stands but everything blends together. It's hard to tell.

A flash of color catches my attention. A small figure runs along the edge following me as I walk. I'm pretty sure they're waving at me. I peer closer, still unsure.

A shadow sails overhead. On one of the beams a new wyvern settles in beside the others. My heart stops. I'd know that white underside anywhere. I start to feel dizzy as I put the pieces together.

"Holy crap," I whisper in disbelief.

It's the wyvern rider from that night in the fields.

In the light of day, they looks different. Maybe they changed clothes? Adorned in a royal blue coat with silver accents, their face remains masked from behind the scarf wrapped around it. The hood pulled over their head obscures any further traces of their identity.

"Robin!"

Sumia's call pulls my attention away from the stranger. I start walking backward giving one last look at the mysterious rider in the stands. They wave enthusiastically and whistle.

"Show them who's the best!"

I find myself nodding for some reason before jogging up to the rest of the team. My mind is a mess right now. I know I should be focusing fully on the task at hand but the rider's sudden appearance has thrown me for a loop. Will this madness ever quit?

I hustle over to my group of four in the center of the field as the announcer rambles off an introduction of each Khan's group. Wait. Four? I do a quick head count. Did I just lose Kellam again? This is not funny! I shouldn't be able to lose track of this guy. Seriously! How does this keep happening?

I twist about looking for an obvious gigantic pile of gleaming armor. It isn't until I spin all the way around that I finally catch him. Kellam has rushed away from us and is standing underneath Flavia's booth. I take a few steps forward with the intent of calling out to him but stop when I see he's in the middle of something.

Just barely over the bustle of the crowd I can hear his voice echoing from under his helmet. Flavia is watching the knight with a deep look of intrigue. She listens intently to his words before leaning in toward her captain.

Raimi had been watching the exchange with a stoic, unmoving expression. Her eyes remain locked on Kellam even as the Khan speaks to her. Beneath them I see Kellam doing something to his spear. I'm unable to see exactly what he's doing but his arms are moving vigorously near the head. Is the blade loose? Does he need a new one?

He finishes with whatever it is he's doing. Kellam straightens and then raises his spear up toward them. At first I think that maybe he's trying to exchange it but neither Flavia nor Raimi make a move toward it. In fact, all they do is stare hard at the pole arm. As I watch and wait for something to happen, a flash of color catches my attention. Something bright red flutters from the top of Kellam's spear. It looks like a piece of cloth or maybe a ribbon.

Kellam shuffles forward and tries to hold it high enough toward the box so the red material is in reach. It almost seems like he's leaning it towards Raimi.

Wait a second. Wait. A. Second.

Noooooo.

Kellam, you aren't! My, oh my you are! But why on Earth are you...?

To my surprise, and Kellam's from the way he jerks, Raimi actually steps forward. She goes to the edge of the balcony with arms behind her back and the same stony expression. The woman looks between Kellam and his favor fluttering in the breeze. With nary a word or smile, her hand snaps out and snatches the cloth. It slides off the pole easily and scrunches into her hand. It disappears behind her back as she marches to her place beside the Khan.

Flavia raises her tankard at Kellam and yells something to him before gesturing back toward the rest of our group. He salutes her and gives Raimi a last look before hobbling back toward us. His pace is bouncy and it almost looks like he's skipping. As soon as he gets within earshot I call out to him.

"Kellam? Did you just do what I think you did?"

Kellam's narrow eyes look down at me in surprise from underneath his visor. "Robin? You were watching?"

I cross my arms and give him a disbelieving look. "Yeah. All of it."

His fingers fidget nervously along the length of his spear and I can hear Kellam's embarrassment as he speaks. "I talked to her last night. Raimi, I mean Captain Raimi that is! She's nice."

"She's nice," I say lamely. "Is that all?"

Kellam's shoulder pauldrons clank as they shift with his shrug. He's trying to be casual about it but I can tell otherwise. "I know you aren't too happy with her Robin but try to give her another chance. Raimi's a lovely lady. She's smart and brave and strong and-"

Is this seriously happening? No, really. Is this happening? Does Kellam have a crush on Raimi? When did this happen? How? Why? What is this madness? This isn't even a valid option for the Shepherds!

My shipping angst is interrupted by the return of the booming announcer voice declaring the start of the match.

I swear my heart skips a beat. It's for real now. The match is actually going to start.

"Kellam! Robin! Get back over here!" Chrom calls out to us.

Kellam jogs over while I trail in his wake. The jitters are slowly creeping up and spreading through my body. I haven't been this scared since the bandit attack in Southtown. I have no idea what to expect nor what to do. I readjust my grip on the tome and hope for the best.

My fingers inch to go to my map but I was given strict orders to keep it hidden. Chrom sees it as a secret weapon and would rather keep it away from common knowledge, especially when fighting in a space surrounded by hundreds of eyes. It's not like I'd have much time to use it either. We're already in a small enough space to track the other group's movements.

Basilio's fighters assemble across from us in a tight formation. Whatever plans they have must have been discussed earlier because they gather together with nary a word exchanged. Each member shuffles into stance readying a weapon or doing a last minute stretch. There's a dangerous look to them that clearly says they're a tier above your average hooligan.

"They're going to eat me alive," I moan pathetically. "Why am I here again?"

"That's a good question. Why is she here?" Vaike questions. "Cause the way I see it-"

"She's here because I said so," Chrom interrupts. He gives the other man a poignant stare and whatever protests he had disappear completely. Vaike and I share an awkward glance and promptly look away again. Hurray for issues!

"Maybe we can talk about our strategy," Sumia pipes up. She casts a furtive glance toward us. "We don't have much time left so I thought maybe that would be good to do?" Her sentence ends more questioning than a statement. I get the feeling she's only saying something to distract us before things get weird again.

"Today is more about skill than strategy Sumia. That's not to say we don't need it but the emphasis on one man duels is high today. It's safe to bet that we'll merely be dealing with a straight forward assault . We'll simply have to meet them with an equal amount of ferocity." Chrom stares down at the two mages before looking to Miriel and I. "I want you two to stick more toward the back. Provide support to whoever needs it most and only engage the other two mages if provoked."

"Oh thank God," I breath in relief to myself.

Miriel nods and peers back toward the opposing force. Her stoic mask cracks and her mouth dips down in disapproval. "What an arresting development." Hearing the smidgen of alarm in her tone is unnerving. Something has to be bad if she's worried.

"Speak Miriel," Chrom orders.

The mage tears her eyes away from the opposite end of the arena. She grasps the brim of her hat and begins to tug continuously at the end of it. Miriel doesn't fidget like this unless something unnerves her.

"We have a curious predicament ahead of us Prince Chrom. The practitioners corroborating with our rivals are no ordinary mages."

I take a peek at the two robed figures on the opposite end. Clad in long cornflower blue robes with green under tunics, their defining feature is the ridiculous hats they wear. They are long and cylinder shaped. Colored the same as their robes, the hats bobble with each movement they make.

"Looks like they went ahead and popped on the dunce hats before ol' Teach could!" Vaike snickers.

Miriel shoots him a disapproving look."Do not let their garb deceive you. Those are mages hailing from the Khadein province. Only the finest minds graduate from their illustrious academy."

"So these aren't your run off the mill types. We'll have to be on our guard more than ever." Chrom shifts uneasily as he watches the enemy. "Miriel, I want you to focus solely on the two of them. Do whatever you can to disable them, outside of extreme injury or death. Think you can do it?"

"Affirmative. I may not be of equal pedigree but I am no less a mage than they."

A deep baritone blares through the Arena. The horn blasts the starting signal as the announcer calls out the start of the match. Every person in the stadium jumps to their feet and starts to clap in anticipation for the match to go down. It's no surprise how excited they are. This is going to be the match that decides which coast regains power. There's a lot to be lost and gained here.

"Alright everyone together. You two to the back," Chrom calls out over the commotion while pointing at us. "Vaike, Kellam, up front with me. Sumia, get ready to drop in on those mages when an opening appears."

"Are we heading straight in Captain," Kellam asks while bounding up beside him.

"No. Wait for them to move first."

And move they do. Not a second after we draw together do the first of Basilio's group step forward. It's not the speed that catches us off guard. It's the choice of fighters.

"They're sending the mages out first? Why?" I shout over the crowd.

Vaike lets out a confident laugh. "Who cares! I intend to make use of their bad tactics for our gain. Just watch!"

"Vaike wait!" Chrom's call of warning comes too late. Our dumb blonde of a warrior is already charging the scrawnier of the two. Apparently he's missing the obvious. Even as they run these mages are conjuring magic. Talk about advanced.

Miriel bolts past me, mirroring their motions with her own. "Brazen fool," I hear her hiss and she rushes after him. Her hand moves quickly weaving runes without having to even look at the page.

The mage on the left before us stops and starts a new set of hand motions. The right continues to work the same pattern as she rushes forward. She stops a few feet short of Vaike and suddenly flicks her wrist forward with little warning.

Vaike, clearly unaware they were already casting, halts in surprise. He watches the angle of her throw and pivots with surprising grace to the side to dodge the projectile. It would have worked had there been an actual bolt of magic expelled from her fingertips. I don't see anything though.

Our warrior friend shares my confusion. Before he can react, his whole body flails and skids back. Vaike twists his axe around and jams the end of the handle into the ground using it as a means to ground himself against the invisible force pushing against him.

The female mage continues to stretch her arm out and aim at him. Whatever she's doing is keeping him at bay. The male mage standing behind her is finishing his chant. Streams of green twist forward and start to form a runic circle of conjuration. As soon as she sees the spell markers, his cohort ends her own and backs away.

Sumia hops on Sprinkles' back and makes to lift off but Chrom halts her. "Wait for Miriel first," he orders.

Said Shepherd evokes her own spell. She hops in front of Vaike just as the enemy's circle shatters. The broken bits rise up and fly straight at the two of them like five sharp guillotines. Miriel thrusts her hand forward as a green glow warps in front of her. Her robes whip around her feet as unseen winds pick up before her. Five points of runes appear in a shield pattern and seem to trap the now spiraling twister in place. The dust and pebbles caught in the magic barrier bouncing back and forth are the only telltale sign of the violent winds caught in the suspended shape.

Four of the glowing projectiles slam into her wind wall and disintegrate upon hitting the violent winds. Her spell evaporates in turn under the force of the explosions. The fifth goes wide and hits the ground beside them sending a puff of dirt up into the air. When it dissipates, a large crater is left where it struck.

"Ignoramus!" Miriel chastises over her shoulder.

Vaike goes to respond but instead grabs Miriel by the collar and yanks her back. He raises his axe and spins on his heel, twisting to cut into a minor wind bolt launched by the female mage. The axe slices clean through it and it sputters out in a quiet breeze.

"Yeah, yeah, Vaike's a moron. Got it. Now save the arguing for later and help Teach school these bastards."

Both enemy mages push forward and begin to cast again. They are using the same hand patterns the female used before to blast back Vaike when he charged her.

"Vaike! Miriel! Fall back further!" Chrom barely gets the order out before a blast of cold air hits us. I take that back. A hurricane of arctic winds tear into us.

Sumia kicks off the ground and out of the blast for the safety of the sky. With nowhere to escape, I find myself blown back onto my butt. I land with a painful yelp and nearly lose my tome. The force kicks up and I can barely get to a kneeling position. The two mages working together have created some sort of high powered wind tunnel to keep us back.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiit," I whine in panic as I begin to slide back toward the Arena wall. If I get thrown into it I could have some serious injuries. Not enough to kill me but enough to forfeit. I try to dig my heels into the sand but I end up leaving a trail of marks behind as I slip through the loose dirt.

"Robin, over here!" Chrom calls out as I goes tumbling past him. He throws out his arm and reaches for me. I roll on my stomach and throw my own out. Our fingertips brush and I just slip through his grasp. "Kellam, move back more," he yells back to the knight as he scrambles forward to reach me.

Kellam's previously prone form pops to life and he struggles to move against the current and provide a shield for Chrom against the wind. With a better angle, Chrom tries at me again. This time our hands lock and he pulls back with a grunt to drag me behind Kellam's protective form. To our left Miriel has employed a similar idea by evoking her wind shield on a smaller scale to protect them.

"Great start! Ten out of ten!" I yell over the roar of the gales.

"Not helping," Chrom yells back in response.

"Captain, you might want to see this," Kellam's voice projects from the deep recesses of his armor. He gestures faintly with his spear forward.

Chrom leans out from around the knight and his eyes narrow. "So that's their game."

I peek around his other side to get a look myself. The two mages continue to volley us in an alternating pattern. One casts while the other conjures. They repeat the process so that there is always one casting at a given time keeping us pegged down.

With everyone essentially immobilized aside from Sumia, they play their next move. The two knights are advancing slowly on us, using their heavy weight to resist the wind much as Kellam is doing right now. They walk side by side like a giant wall of steel encroaching in on us. The mages follow behind them, casting the wind tunnel forward in an attempt to push us back into the wall of the arena to most likely trap us between it and the knights.

Looks like Marth has a bit of a gift for tactics as well.

"We could probably circle around the mages quickly with some mobile units to distract them. Oh wait! How silly, we don't have any," I gripe. "We have me instead. Lovely."

"Still not helping," Chrom throws back in annoyance.

Kellam wobbles and for a moment I panic thinking he might topple over on us. He digs his shield in the ground and provides more support for himself. "Sorry, it's hard to concentrate on keeping my center with these winds."

"What do you mean? Isn't the weight of your armor enough to keep you down?" I yell.

"Not completely. The distribution of weight between the front and back is unbalanced. If I don't lean a certain way, the back can drag me down."

"How are they walking then?" I point to the knights coming at us.

"Very carefully?" He guesses. "Maybe they've done this before?"

I suppose they could have. This whole affair has definitely been someone's plan.

"Captain?" Kellam's voice is starting to strain under the pressure of the winds.

"Keep at it Kellam. I just need to think about how to stop those mages."

"Where's Sumia at?" I inquire, searching the sky for her.

"Those warriors are giving her a rough time," Kellam informs me. "She's trying to distract the mages but the two warriors have throwing axes. Whenever she gets close they throw one at her."

"Can we wait until they run out?" Chrom questions while searching for said warriors.

"Those knights will reach us before then," Kellam confirms sadly.

"Damn it all."

Chrom's beyond frustrated. I'm sure this is not going anywhere near as well as he planned. Regret anything yet? I bonk myself on the forehead. What kind of thinking is that? Stupid is what it is! I need to stay positive here. Just got to think.

I take another look around Kellam at the knights. The two men are moving super slow but steadily at us. I note that their armor is constructed similarly to Kellam's. That means they probably have the same issues as him.

The two mages are almost impossible to get to at this point. Protected behind those knights, we'd only be wasting time trying to get to them. Okay, back to the knights. What do I know about them?

Kellam's words about weight imbalance ring through my head. If they've practiced this before then that explains why they can move but if they need a lot of concentration to stay upright then that's probably why they're e going at it so slow. Can we exploit their balance issues so how? Problem is, how do you get close enough to throw them off? I can't just run up and push them over.

Long distance maybe? The tome in my hands reminds me of the magic I have at my disposal. It's not wind magic so I can't push him over traditionally. What if I try to trip him up? I stare hard at the book and push more puzzle pieces together.

I'm gonna upset the balance with magic. Okay, got that far. How though? I can't hit him square on. No murder today. How about around him? Ooo! Ooo! I could trip him up. Throw a bolt by his feet and watch him startle! He'll be so freaked out that he'll lose concentration and lose his balance as well.

Yes? Yes. We'll do that.

I crack open my fire tome and hold my hand as close as I can to my body to summon the fireball. The knights are close enough that I could easily throw a shot at their feet before the wind resistance pushes too much on it. I just have to aim it right. No problem, I think. I just need to hold this flame in check until I angle myself in the right way to throw it.

Remember that training Robin! Keep the flame contained! Don't let it rage until the time is right. Turn...turn...Oh crap that's strong wind.

My spell starts to sputter and I change the angle of my hand. Okay, I have one shot at this. As soon as I round Kellam's side I'm going to have to aim perfectly because that wind is going to send me flying. Deep breaths Robin, you can do this.

"Kellam!" I hear a muffled 'yes' from deep inside his armor. "Could you be a pal and catch me?"

Before he can respond, I whip around his side. I let go of the restraint on the magic and the fireball sears to life. I launch my hand out like I'm throwing a base ball. As soon as I do I feel the spell start to throw me back under its pressure. Kellam lets out a startled yell and grabs madly at one of my flailing limbs. The spell whizzes toward the knight and slams into the ground just short of his next step. Both of his arms start to spin in an attempt to regain balance before he and the mage behind him are enveloped in smoke.

The heat of the fire spell is carried with the wind and hits us carrying the smell of singed hair and burnt dirt. Immediately the pressure of the wind spell subsides. The smoke blows away and reveals the knight twitching on his back like a turtle. The mage behind him has darted away, a hand covering her mouth as she coughs from the ash.

There's a rush of air and a shadow falls over us from overhead. There's a flash of white and I hear the lady mage start to scream. She picks up her robes and darts toward the safety of the back as Sumia takes advantage of the chaos to dive bomb her. Something swings in Sumia's hands and she lets go of it just as she pulls up from the descent. Whatever it is goes flying at the woman and hits her legs. The hem of her robe ties together and her legs lock causing her to face plant into the ground. She roles over and begins to tug helplessly at her confined legs while trying to caterpillar away. Way to go Sumia!

"Well that went better than I planned," I say in disbelief as Kellam releases his grip on my arm.

"I don't care what you originally planned for. Regardless, that was brilliant Robin!" Chrom grins madly from my side.

"Gotta earn my bread somehow," I joke meekly.

"Sorry to interrupt Captain but there's more fighters coming at us," Kellam states. He points with his spear at the two axe wielders rushing us. Strangely, Marth walks behind them. She's not engaging anyone for the time being, merely watching the fight pan out. My pulse quickens at the sight of her. My window of opportunity is starting to close in. I'll need to take advantage of it soon. I've just got to get close to her.

A chilled wind cuts into me, pushing between us and sending me sprawling back. I catch myself and turn to the side to see the male mage rushing us alongside a woman warrior. The knight he once followed is now engaged in a heated battle with Vaike and Miriel leaving him free to pursue us. Before I can recover another spell hits me straight on to the chest. The wintery wind throws me in the opposite direction as the others. Crap, they're separating us.

I hold in a scream as I roll through the dirt toward the far left. I cough wildly as sand lodges in my throat and lungs. The coughs are dry and burn my throat with each heave. I blink through watered eyes to find my wayward tome. I can see its colored cover through the refracted tears and scuttle over to it. Just as I scoop it up two boots come into view. I freeze and slowly tilt my head up. A woman with thick braids and war paint smeared over her face grins down at me.

"Hello girly."

Pain burst in my chest as her foot slams into my ribcage. I tip backward and sprawl out on my back. A pained groan emanates from me as my breath rattles against my throbbing side. Despite the burning sensation in my lower torso, I roll over and crawl away. I stumble once to my knees trying to stand before pulling myself fully upright. The warrior watches me the whole time, circling around me at a lackadaisical pace.

"Watcha gonna do with that book there?" She sneers while twisting the axe in her hand. "Doesn't look like it's going to do much good for you this close."

My breathing is still labored leaving me unable to make a quip back at her. So instead I just glare in hopes she understands my deep loathing for her right now.

"Pathetic," she spits. "Let's make this easy, alright? Surrender now and I won't do anything else. I know how fragile you magic types are. " She gestures toward the white handkerchief tied to my belt. Before this affair began, we were each handed one. By Arena law, if a competitor draws the flag then they are allowed to leave the field free of further harm.

Of course I have no intention of doing so. There's no way in hell I'm going to give up after a kick to the ribs. It'll take more than that to make me abandon my team.

My looks say everything I feel and she gets the picture. With an angry huff, the woman hoists her axe. "Fine. Be that way. Don't say I didn't try to be civilized. Maybe when I put a good gash in you you'll think of surrendering."

My eyes goes wide and I stumble back with a soundless gasp as she strikes. Her movements are quick, far more than I'm used to for an axe wielder. Her weapon is a lot smaller than the great axe I see most use so I suppose she has greater flexibility when using it because of the size.

The warrior swings at me horizontally and I bend back, pulling in my stomach just as the head whizzes by. Holy hell lady, that could have eviscerated me! This is supposed to be a no kill fight!

I try to quickly turn and rush toward the wall as fast as I can. I need enough distance between us if I want to cast something properly. While my control may be great, my actual summoning is still abysmal. I need time to get it working.

I reach the edge and start weaving my hands as fast as I can to summon even the smallest of spells. Too late though. She's a quick bugger and I'm only a half of the way through the spell when she comes straight on with axe raised over her head. Is she trying to cleave me in two? Damn lady! Chill your bones!

In a desperate attempt to shield myself, I thrust the book up and over my head. The hand axe slams into the top with enough force to almost cut clean through it. The warrior yanks at the weapon trying to pull it out causing us to engage in a game of tug of war. The constant struggling does something to the tome because it flares in a bright light as smoke puffs from the middle of it. The axe glows with a dull red like it's been cast to the blacksmith's flame. The woman lets out a shriek and lets go to cradle the hand that once held on to the handle. The release of pressure on her end sends me to the floor, the book spiraling out of my grasp.

The tome starts to smolder and the edges begin to curl and blacken. I think we broke it. Damn. I pat myself down and try to find my backup tome. I fumble out the lightning tome as I rise to my feet. I put some space between us and quickly try to find some sort of disabling spell while she nurses her burn. Most of the non-lethal stuff is in the beginning. If I could just find it then...here! A minor paralysis spell. This should do it.

I plant my feet down and focus, expecting the typical feeling of static shock I normally do. I feel the influx of power though it's less strong than usual. Is it because I'm using a weaker spell? I try to push out the power faster but it seems to drain away just as quickly. In a rather desperate attempt, I summon everything I can at once.

The book protests with a mighty vengeance. The runes along the pages flare and then sputter out. Sparks leap up over the top of the book and across the pages. One of them catches my finger and I drop it as the shock bites into my skin. I suck in air and shake my now numb hand. What the hell was that?

"Did your magic run out mage?" I hear her gravelly voice cackle. The warrior watches me with a twisted grin. The great axe that was once fastened to her back is now in both of her hands. She eyes the book with a pleased expression. "Should of come better prepared."

"My magic ran out?" I say dumbly as I stare at the seemingly useless book on the ground.

"Not you, you dumb cow. The book's charges." She breaks into laughter. "What a lucky day that I just happen to get the greenest mage on the continent. Fate's smiling on me today."

The book has charges? That sounds stupid! I thought that's only game logic. Why didn't Miriel tell me this?

Oh, no wait. I think she did way back in the beginning. Something about runes and infusing it with your magic to respond to your touch. Crap. Note to self: Do not stare at the men as they practice while important magic lessons are going on. You will regret it immensely later.

I drop the now useless book and frantically start to look around. Anyone available for help? Nope, they've all got their own problems. Humbug.

My heart starts to hammer hard in my chest. I think...I think I may have to throw in the towel. This gal is crazy. I think she doesn't care if she legitimately maims me or not. And as much as I don't want to surrender, I won't be much use in the future if I'm missing a limb or four. My eyes flicker down to the white material. Can I do this?

"You've been lucky so far mage but I think it's run out now. Next time I won't care if I skim a little too much off the top. This is dragging on far too long for my tastes and I'm not a patient woman. Now throw the damn thing down already!"

Shit. Shit. Double shit.

I've got my sword still, not that it'll do me any good. Gah! This is ridiculous! What else can I do though?

I pull out the blade and hold it before me. It sits a lot more comfortable in my hands than the first time I picked it up thanks to my training. Too bad that's about all I have going for me. A comfy grip doesn't help me swing better.

The warrior sneers in disgust at my sword. "Are you fucking serious? Can't you give up already you annoying roach?"

Something slams into her head, exploding on impact. She lets loose one of her hands and brushes at her hair madly sending food particles everywhere.

"How do you like that you creepy sea hag?"

It's that flaming wyvern rider again. "Quick Ma'am, this way!" They beckon me to follow as they run along the railing of the spectator stands. I throw around a glance to make sure no one is stopping me. Is this legal? Screw it, who cares!

I follow after their small form as they weave through spectators. They stop a short distance away and point at a spot on the field. "Stand there!"

What in the name God is going on here? Out of options, I do as they say regardless.

"Okay Echo! Do the thing!" I hear the familiar figure cry from the stands.

Their wyvern perched overhead briefly spreads its wings and cranes its neck out. It swivels and turns its beady eyes on us. A low, crocodile rumble emanates from deep in its chest. The whole body starts to tense, as if coiling up for a strike. What's happening? Is this creature going to attack? That has to be against the rules! These two will get into some deep trouble!

"Eyes on me girl! This is our fight! Not me and the bloody spectator's!"

I tear myself away from the stands and back to the woman approaching me. The warrior glowers in annoyance. She clenches tightly to her axe and swings it out, pointing it straight at me. "You give me some respect little mage. I am Cressidia of the North Winds, most feared captain in the Icedale Straits!"

There's a swell of cheers from somewhere in the crowd. She grins with yellowed teeth at them before continuing. "Now if I were you I'd give in right now. Do you know how many men I've sent home in bags to their mothers? Do you know how many ships lay in wrecks beneath the waves because of my anger? Do you know-"

I reel back as a steaming stream of brown goop slams into Cressidia. The slop makes a bulls-eye right to her head. It collects amongst her hair in a grand pile. The runoff slides down her face and drips onto her shoulders. She stands still, her eyes wide and mouth frozen mid-sentence. Slowly, she raises her free hand and wipes away some of it from her nose. Cressidia holds it aloft, staring at the muck. Then, she looks up.

I follow with her line of sight to the dark wyvern above. Its body shakes and it lets out a satisfied growl. It stares down at us with lazy eyes before giving a final fart.

The shrill shriek Cressidia lets out could break the sound barrier. Expletives spew from her mouth as she drops her axe and begins to madly swipe at her clothing.

The side of the arena I stand on breaks into screams of raucous laughter. They clap their hands and hoot in satisfaction. Over the noise I can hear the familiar laughter of the wyvern rider. They lean back doubled over in a fit of giggles.

"Checkmate! How's that for strategy My Lady?" they call between giggles.

...

Who the hell is this kid?

"Oh yeah! Here, catch!"

By the time I turn, something hits the ground by my feet. I look down to see a brand new tome laying in the dirt.

"Use it already!"

Is this right? Can the audience do that? Whatever, I am not waiting to find out. I scoop up the tome and scramble away. I throw a quick glance down at the cover. Colored a faint mossy green, the runes spell out Wind. Nope, no time for thinking! I gotta take advantage of this distraction! Time to do something tactical and smart!

With a wild war cry, I raise the book over my head and run at the warrior clubbing her over the head with the heavy tome.

She turns just in time for her face to meet the front of my book. She lets out a tiny "eep" before dropping backward like a log. Stunned and on the floor, I take advantage of her prone form by quickly stepping around her. I hold the blade tip to her throat to claim...can I even call this a proper victory?

The rider starts to hop up and down in place."Oh! Oh! Drop a witty one-liner! Say something like, 'What a crappy day you've had!"

Oh my God. Really? I suppose it's the least I could do. They did help in a weird way.

Cressidia gets over her daze. Her eyes stare at me in shock when she realizes her current position.

"Looks like you've had..." I pause for a dramatic beat, "...a shitty day." I throw a thumbs up to my mysterious ally. I think they're squeeing. "Better give up now while you're ahead."

"Naga's sagging tits," she hisses at me. "This is ridiculous. I demand a-"

"You don't get to demand anything right now. Yield or your day gets worse. I won't feel bad about taking too much off the top, you know," I repeat to her mockingly.

"Horse shit!" Cressidia bellows. She goes to sit up but stops when the tip of my sword presses into the hollow of her neck.

"No, wyvern shit. Now yield before I mix some blood in with it."

She glares hard at me and then manages to hock an impressive amount of spit on my boot. Cressidia then pulls an off-white cloth from her belt and pitches it to the floor. She hobbles to her feet when I withdraw. Grabbing her axe, she gives me a final rude glare and says something about my father and lice.

Cressidia walks stiffly, leaving a trail of dung in her wake. One of the side exits open allowing her refuge from the battlegrounds. She disappears into the confines leaving Basilio's side with a fighter down.

"Wooo! Keep it up! You're on a roll!" my little helper cheers. A collection of shouts emanate from further down in the stands. A group of officials start to make their way over to the rider's spot. "Whoops! Gotta go. Good luck," they wave before running off. "C'mon Echo!"

In response to their master's call, the dark wyvern lifts off and disappears into the sky.

"Such a weirdo," I mutter under my breath as I rush back toward the group. Shit, who do I help though? Everyone is engaged with someone. Or maybe I should just try to find-

Someone steps in my path.

"-Marth." The name slips from my mouth as said figure blocks my way forward. She stares long and hard at me, hands firmly wrapped around her sword's hilt.

"Enough playing. Your fight is with me now."

The tome tumbles from my grasp as I madly pull up my sword. I bring it out and up just in time to deliver a paltry deflection as future Falchion comes at me from overhead. I barely recover before another swing barrels at me.

Gods, I don't even know what to say right now. I had a whole speech in my head and now it's gone.

I skitter back to put space between us but Marth continues at me with a new set of blows growing in ferocity. More of my moves are dodges than they are parries. With each step she pushes me back further and further from the others, isolating me. I can't keep this up. She's too good. Her skill level is nowhere near mine!

Falchion comes at me with a horizontal swing that catches the side of my own with a bone-jarring amount of force that sends me tumbling. I only just catch my footing but I'm left wide open. She halts her advance and stares at me hard from across the small space between us.

"Why are you doing this?" she asks suddenly. Her voice is low, only just loud enough for me to hear.

I stare at her in bewilderment. Is she asking why we're fighting her? "What are you talking about? You know why we're in the arena. We need Flavia to win to get the alliance."

"Please don't play me for a fool. I know why you're here. I want to know what you are doing! Why are holding back like this?"

"Holding back? Kid, you've got it all wrong. I don't know how to use one of these things if my life depended on it. Ironic, kind of like now..." I end pathetically.

"You're..." Marth frowns deeply and brings her sword back up again.

She rushes me again. I have no time to react properly, only bringing my sword up in time to stop the edge of her own. Instead of pulling back, Marth pushes hard against mine. We're now face to face in a deadlock with neither side gaining the greater edge. She looks up at me and stares hard, her mouth set in a grim line.

Under the shadows of the mask, I can see her eyes widen. She lets out a tiny gasp and the pressure against my sword subsides greatly.

"You...your eyes!" she says quietly. "Your eyes are different from hers."

Her statement leaves me confused. What does she mean? What's wrong with my eyes?

Before I can respond, Marth disengages. She backs away steadily with her gaze never leaving my own. She looks disturbed and unsure of what to make of her revelation. "And yet...you have the mark," she says to herself as if finishing some unheard thought. "You claim you are Robin and yet there is so much different about you."

Marth's form returns and she raises Falchion once again. Her tone is stronger but there is a clear waver in it when she speaks next. "Tell me now. Who are you really?"

I get this odd sense from her. Apprehension? Fear?

"I-" What do I say? How do I explain this right?

"I...I am Robin. Just not your Robin." I take a very deep breath and then drop my bomb. "I'm from a place very, very far away. Someone's made a very large mistake Lucina and I need your help to fix it."

Marth stands frozen upon hearing my words. The world around us has faded. All the noise seems to have dimmed and I can only see her. Everything is hanging on this moment.

Slowly, she takes a step forward. With each tentative step Marth takes she closes the distance. She keeps Falchion raised and has it up until the point pokes into my neck. I don't flinch and I don't look away, too scared to imagine what would happen if I did.

"You know my name. How?"

Boy, this is going to sound weird. How do I describe this properly? She doesn't know what a video game is. Ugh, I should have planned for this better.

"I know this because, well, all of this has already happened. Your story is a, um, fable of sorts where I come from."

"You claim to come from the future then?"

"No, not like you. More like...another world. Does that make sense? Please tell me this is making sense because I don't know how to describe this."

Marth contemplates my words. A look of realization dawns on her. "The Outer Realms?"

"Wait the Outer Realms are a real thing? I thought that was DLC only shit."

"Dee-elle-see?"

"Nothing, forget it. I think you just answered how I got here though." Damn, this is already a good start! I have something to go with! Wait though, how would that even happen? "How could I go through an Outer Realm gate? There's no such thing like that. Unless I ended up at Stonehenge somehow. Isn't that suppose to be a magic portal or something. Or a worm hole. Ah shit! Was I right about quantum physics?" I start to ramble.

Marth drops her sword and stares awkwardly at me. "Well, you aren't who I feared you may be. I'm not sure if that's a blessing or a burden in disguise."

"What does that mean? Was the original Robin a bitch or something? Cause I'm getting that feeling given the whole surrogate role thing and being left up the creek with no paddle."

"Creeks and paddles?"

Are we really confusing each other? Great start Robin. Way to go.

"So this got weird really fast, huh? Maybe we should start over with proper introductions or something?" I suggest.

She raises Falchion again and sets into stance. "You are aware we are still on the battlefield, right?"

"Oh yeah." I shake my head. "Wait, wait! Why are you fighting us? You know we need the alliance to happen. Taking that from us makes no sense!"

"Raise your sword," she orders. I do so and she comes at me with a fake blow. I easily repel it but she somehow makes it look like a real exchange.

"I must do this to keep events flowing in their correct order. I have no intention to win today. I must simply play the role. Had the original champion stood in my place you would all have lost and taken several more years to acquire the army of Regna Ferox."

Well that's interesting.

Marth takes another theatrical blow at me and leans in. "Does anyone else know of this?"

"Nope. Look I have to-" She pulls away before I can finish and twists into another elaborate move. This time she applies more force than I expect and hooks under my sword. She pulls up and sends the thing flying leaving me defenseless.

"Speak no more of this until we have a chance to talk again."

Before I can protest, she dances away. Her face sets into one of neutrality as a familiar figure rushes to my side. Of course it's Chrom. Fate seems to keep marching on and so too will their meeting on the field.

"Gods, Robin! Are you well?" He asks as he rushes to my side.

"I'm fine," I say with strained cheer. He looks me over from head to toe and breathes in relief when he sees me whole.

"Thank Naga for that. When you got separated I-" He cuts off there. "Never mind. It seems you've drawn out their Champion. That's good enough."

He turns toward Marth. A look of shock crosses his face when he sees the sword in her hands.

"How...?"

Marth watches the two of us with a odd expression. Her eyes dart between the two of us from under her mask. I feel nausea rising up in the pit of my stomach. I wonder how many bad memories she's reliving right now seeing the man who will be her father and his murderer standing side by side. Fuck, that's horrible.

Future Falchion twirls in her hand and she sheathes it in one fluid motion.

"I yield," she states. From the pouch on her belt she retrieves the surrender flag and casts it to the floor before turning on her heel.

"Marth?" I call out in confusion.

She pauses and turns to give a final lingering look back. "Your words are convincing tactician. The alliance for Ylisse is more important than my own glory." Is she lying? She's lying! What the frick? "Take your army and use it well." She nods before running off for the side exit.

I step forward to run after her but Chrom holds an arm out to stop me. "Let him go."

He watches Marth's retreat and never once looks away as she disappears into the darkened recesses of the Arena.

I'm stunned. Did she just...? But...Hell, why I am even surprised by this anymore. I should just accept these things and be done with it.

"You convinced him to give up?" Chrom asks me, though his eyes remain on the exit.

"Uh...yes." Lie woman. Lie like your life depends on it! "Instead of punching someone in the face, I tried for diplomacy. He's a lot more reasonable than you'd think. Greater good and all that," I laugh nervously.

An ear-splitting honk blasts through the Arena. For the first time since my encounter with Marth I realize that we're surrounded by hundreds of people. And they are screaming like mad!

The horn blares again and the announcer starts screaming something about the Champion forfeiting and the East Khan winning.

Aren't we working for the East Khan?

So...we won?

The revelation is like a brick in the face.

"We won," I say in disbelief. "Oh shit, we won!" My knees start to hobble as my strength gives way from the shock. Chrom notices my swaying form and makes a panicked grab for me catching me around the waist.

I let out a tiny laugh as I get light headed from relief. "We won and I'm not dead."

Chrom blinks in confusion. He looks around himself and suddenly realizes the same thing I do. "Gods, we did win. If the Champion is defeated then..."

His eyes light up and he breaks into wild laughter. Chrom's other arm wraps around me and suddenly I find myself twirling in his arms. "We did it!" He cheers. "By Naga's Grace, we actually did it!"

I feel this tiny bubble growing in my mind. When it pops, my vision swims. Unlike the bizarrely creepy visions I had before, this isn't overly painful. The sensations dwarf any of the unpleasantness.

The arena disappears into a wide blue sky and sand dunes. I can feel tiny grains scratching the soles of my feet and the heat of the sun on the back of my neck. Sweat and dirt cover me from head to toe and a now dull tome hangs in my hand.

Chrom stands beside me looking out over the scenery. He's still young here, no older than now. His clothes are different and torn magnificently from a past battle. He looks disheveled and tired covered in scratches and dirt. When he looks at me a second later I see that, despite his mangled appearance, there's nothing but peace in his eyes.

"We did it," he murmurs. "We actually won. Now Ylisse can finally know peace."

My hand finds his and slips into it. I give a firm squeeze, friendly and supporting. "And so can Emmeryn," my voice echoes in reply.

A plethora of feelings swirl inside me. Relief, happiness, and hope.

I blink and the image slides away, replaced with the Arena once more. Chrom is staring at me unsure of what to make of my sudden silence. "Are you sure you're alright? You blanked out there on me."

"A memory," I say. These visions are memories. Not mine but hers. The real Robin.

"You remembered something?" he asks incredulously.

I shake off the haze and focus. "I- yeah. Something like that. Nothing important though," I lie.

"It doesn't matter whether it's important or not! It's a relief to hear you managed to get a piece of your memory back. I can't believe all this good luck!"

"Yeah, I guess so," I agree.

"Pardon me, Sir, Ma'am," a tiny voice squeaks. We look behind us to see a young woman in official gear watching us nervously. "I apologize but we must escort you from the field now so we can prepare the next match. Please follow me this way," the girl says. We walk behind her as her coworkers guide the rest of the team out as well.

The attendants usher us from the cheering crowds into the quiet of the common room. The rest of the Shepherds have already gathered inside. They swarm around us with big smiles and words of congratulations.

"Chrom! You did it!"

Lissa comes barreling through the crowd and slams into her brother. He catches her with both arms and they share a tight hug. When they break apart there is nothing but pure adoration on her face.

"So how was I? Did your big brother make you proud?"

"Are you kidding? You were so cool!" She pulls away and starts swinging her arm around as if holding a sword. "It was awesome when you did that one stabby move against the guy with the spear. And then when you did that one jumpy thing! The best was when you did the twirly thing against the mage like- oops!"

Lissa's spin throws her off balance and she starts to tip backward. As expected, Frederick appears at her side and catches her by the shoulders. He gently helps her stand upright once more.

"Careful milady." He gives a nod of approval to her brother. "Congratulations milord on a well earned win. You've done Ylisse proud."

"My thanks Frederick, though you should be sharing that with more than just I. It was a team effort if you recall." Chrom makes it a point to subtly gesture at me while he says this.

Frederick stiffens and then slowly turns. I find it hard not to wriggle under his gaze. After a second, the menacing feeling drains away.

"Acceptable work Robin."

I blink in surprise. But before I can thank him, he quickly continues to speak.

"However, you continue to lock your shoulders too high when standing. I will have to redouble my efforts if you are to retain anything I teach you it seems."

"Woah now! Hold a second!" I protest.

Lissa giggles loudly. "Frederick you have such a weird way of showing you care."

"Do not look so far into things milady. I am simply making my observations known." Is it just me or does he sound not as severe as usual. Could it be? Are things actually going to be okay after all?

"Robin." Miriel's voice calls out behind me.

"Yeah Mirie-AH!"

I turn and nearly walk straight into her outstretched hand. I stare at her, confused. "What is it Miriel?"

She looks blankly at me and then turns her hand toward her. "I am doing this wrong. What is it I am to say to initiate contact again? Oh yes." She pushes her outstretched palm forward again. "We have emerged victorious. May I acquire a high-fiveing?"

Oh Miriel, you darling nutcase.

I laugh. "Absolutely. Great job Miriel."

Our hands slap together with a mighty clap. She's getting good at this!

"Invigorating. I have taken great pleasure in this event with you. May we have many more in the future. Now if you excuse me, I must procure more of these. One from each member shall suffice in the name of sportsmanship."

I think I've created a monster.

"Make some space will you! Khan coming through!" Some of the Shepherds start to part ways as someone breaks through the center. I can see Flavia's high ponytail bouncing toward us over their heads. She heads straight toward Chrom looking mighty pleased with us.

"If it isn't my favorite champions! Congratulations on my win. The feeling is thrilling, isn't it?" Flavia lets out a loud laugh. "It's been ages since I've tasted power. I've missed it so."

Out of the corner of my eye I see Kellam shuffle out from behind us. He stares at the knight by Flavia's side. His features brighten when he sees the red cloth tied around the wrist of her gauntlet.

"Now that I'm the reigning Khan," Flavia continues, "I think I owe you an army." She reaches out and punches Chrom in the shoulder sending him several steps back. "How does it feel to have the mighty army of Regna Ferox at your back little prince?"

Chrom rubs the reddened area and tries to mask his pained expression. "It's certainly a feeling."

"A grand one I hope! It's not every day you have the aid of a Khan at your side."

"And one I'm grateful for. You're doing a great deed for the halidom and I thank you on behalf of Ylisse for it."

"Bah, no need for such things. Those miserable rats from Plegia were beginning to try my patience anyway. As for these Risen of yours, that is something I can't wait to sink my teeth into. Men who feel no pain and fight to the death? I'm intrigued. I haven't felt this excited since I was a young cub picking up the sword for the first time."

Flavia closes her eyes and shakes her head in sudden disappointment. "Listen to me prattle like some young thing. This is a time for action, not speeches. I have an army to gather. More importantly though, I must arrange a feast for tonight! Something to celebrate our win for my new friends!"

She turns on her heel and beckons for Raimi to follow her. "Come along captain. I have plans to get to and little time for it."

"Of course, my Khan."

Flavia points to Chrom as she leaves. "I'll call for you all later. Best prepare yourselves because a Feroxi party is one to be experienced at its fullest."

As she leaves the Shepherds burst into excited chatter. I can't say I blame them. Free food? Free alcohol? Free entertainment? Hell yes!

"Did you hear that Chrom?" Lissa exclaims excitedly as she tugs at his sleeve. "A party! Isn't this great!"

"I heard Lissa. I'm sure it will be...impressive."

Stahl looks utterly beside himself at the news. He nudges his partner eagerly. "Did you hear that Sully? We're going to a Feroxi party. Hosted by a Khan! Can you believe it?"

Sully just scoffs. "I don't see what's so exciting about it. A party's a party. You dress up in impractical clothes, chew the fat, and then bat your eyes at false pleasantries."

"I don't think parties in Regna Ferox are like those in Ylisse Sully," Sumia points out.

She's right. You'd probably be murdered if you showed up in anything outside of armor. These people aren't into the ceremonial customs Ylisse most likely practices.

"I don't know about y'all but Teach ain't standing around when there's a party waiting to be experienced. I'm heading back to get my game on," Vaike says as he strolls to the exit. "Anyone else comin'?"

The Shepherds follow after him, filing out in a steady stream. As they leave another body slides past them and enters the room. It's Basilio.

"Already with the celebrating? That woman never changes." He shakes his head. "Can't blame her though."

Basilio's large form walks our way and he calls out as we reach him. "Ho there Champion. Why not lend an old man an ear for a turn."

Chrom pauses mid-step and meets with the man. Frederick, Lissa, and I also stop hovering just behind him. Chrom has to step away and lean his head back to make eye contact with Basilio. "Well met. West Khan Basilio I would assume?" he inquires while looking over the giant.

Basilio lets out a booming laugh that I can feel vibrate through the very floor. "Good guess boy. West Khan Basilio, formerly reigning Khan, at your service."

"Boy? Surely you are aware that Prince Chrom here is blood kin to the Exalt herself. I believe a more proper attitude would be in order Khan Basilio," Frederick announces sternly.

Chrom holds both his hands up in a placating gesture toward the great knight. "Easy Frederick. It's fine. I wouldn't expect anything else given the informal nature of Feroxi culture."

"Damn right. You've got a good head on your shoulders there. No wonder you trounced my team so well. Thought I had it in the bag with that Marth impersonator I picked up."

The name catches our attention. "If I may inquire," Chrom starts, "what do you know of your Champion?"

Basilio rubs a hand over his bald head and shrugs. "Intrigued too are ya? You know about as much as I do about the man I'm afraid. Swooped in one day and knocked my former Champion right on his arse. Never seen a match called so fast. Love at first sight they say. A brief affair it was though. He skipped out as soon as the match ended. Not a word to say otherwise."

Chrom runs his hand over the hilt of Falchion, probably remembering its twin from battle. "Marth has a pattern of doing that," he responds quietly.

"So mysterious," Lissa sighs, "just like one of those dreamy heroes in Sumia's love stories."

"Uh..." I'm not sure what to say to that given that Marth is, well, a girl.

Chrom gives her a sharp glare of brotherly disapproval. She laughs and twirls around me to hide from him.

"Speaking of Champions, that brings me to why I came down here to meet you in the first place," Basilio says. "Before you all head off, let me provide a little aid of my own for your cause." Basilio whistles between his teeth, sharp and trill.

No way! No. Way. Don't tell me...!

A great big grin breaks across the Khan's face. "Heh, there he is! Get your arse over here and stop skulking in the shadows!"

Footsteps pad softly behind us. A figure walks up and past us to the other man's side. His garb and stoic face make it clear enough to me who it is.

"Let me introduce my former champion, Lon'qu. Never met a more capable fighter in my life, barring a few minor issues." Basilio shares a knowing smile with the newcomer and ribs him with his elbow. The man barely looks at him, taking the jab with an apathetic face.

"Oh my gravy boats," I whisper in awe. I have never seen a finer piece of man meat in my life. Like, he is fiiiiiiiiiine. Look at this guy. That face! Those arms! That butt! Someone throw me a life preserver cause I am drowning in this man's hotness right now.

My lewd gawking is interrupted by a low giggling next to me. Lissa is shyly staring at the myrmidon. She's hiding her tiny smile behind her hand but the rosy glow on her cheeks gives away her thoughts. When our eyes meet I give her a knowing wink. You've got some fine tastes there Lissa.

While Basilio starts to rattle on about Lon'qu's glorious battle record with the boys, Lissa leans in.

"Oh my gosh. Robin, look at him! He's so handsome," she coos.

I hum in approval. "I'd take this reward over Flavia's alliance any day. I can't believe Basilio is letting us take him."

"I know." Lissa sways on her heels. She's trying not to look conspicuous but it's easy to see she's staring at him from beneath her eyelashes. If that wasn't enough, the big smile should make it only more obvious. Lissa's girlish infatuation is utterly adorable. I want to pinch her cheeks!

"He was watching today, wasn't he? I hope he likes us," she whispers.

That's right! Lon'qu was in the box with Basilio watching us. Watching me! Suddenly I feel ill. He watched me look like a doof out there! I look down at my boots where they're still spattered with traces of wyvern pooh and cringe. Not the best first impression. That's what seconds chances are for, right?

"I'm sure he'll get along with the group just fine. I know I wouldn't mind getting to know him better. You agree?"

Lissa blushes even fiercer and smacks me on the arm. "Robin! Don't go turning into Virion now!"

"Milady? Robin? Have you some news you wish to share?" Frederick questions us suspiciously.

I wave him off while looking casually around. "Not really, just enjoying the view is all." Lissa tries to hide it but it's obvious she's holding back another round of giggles.

Her poor, clueless brother starts to look over his shoulder at the empty stands in the arena as if expecting to see something interesting. The rest of the men aren't as daft. They catch on right away to my meaning. Frederick looks appalled and flustered, his half-baked start of a lecture drowned out by Basilio's bawdy laughter. The giant slaps Lon'qu on the back and causes him to pitch forward. The focal point himself looks pale and ill. When he regains his footing, he takes a few steps back even further from us and refuses to meet our gaze.

"Your womenfolk have good tastes there lad," Basilio merrily states. "They know a good man when they see one."

"What do you- oh." I think Chrom finally caught on. His stance changes and I can see him grow a bit defensive at the thought. Lissa teasingly stick her tongue out at her brother and he bristles even more. "I suppose so," he respond flatly.

"HA! Have no worries there boy. You've got nothin' to fear with Lon'qu here. You won't find a better man to watch over your women given his little aversion to them. He won't touch a hair on their heads and still manage to be the best damn guard you can ask for."

Lon'qu subtly cringes under Basilio's words. Whatever he wishes to say stays buried within as he respectfully stands in silence beside his boss.

Both Frederick and Chrom suddenly look a whole lot better. Did they actually just sigh in relief? You guys are such dweebs. Honestly.

"While I appreciate the gesture, I feel that I should still ask the man himself." Chrom looks to Lon'qu. "Is this arrangement alright with you Lon'qu? Do you feel comfortable coming along and aiding the Shepherds?"

Lon'qu lets out a breathy sound that's a cross between a sigh and a snort. "What Basilio orders, I follow. If he wills me to fight for you, then you have my blade. That's all there is to say."

God damn, his voice is smooth.

"What'd I tell ya boy? Loyal and true. The old hag of the East may have got her power but I'd say you came out on top here. You've got the Khans' army and my best man at your side. Hell, I'm half inclined to drag my own arse down there with you and knock a few skulls around." The Khan rolls his shoulders and then cracks his neck to the side. "It's been too many moons since I've gotten off that sorry throne and made use of my axe."

"We appreciate the help regardless."

"Ha! You better! You won't find finer warriors anywhere than amongst my men. Why this one time, Lon'qu and I were sailing to Valm when..."

As they talk, a weird feeling begins to take over. I get this tickle in the back of my consciousness. It feels like I'm being watched.

I search around in confusion. My eyes search the room but see nothing. Odd. I'm about to turn back around but the feeling continues to grow.

Something small hits my boots. I gaze down and see a rock rolling away from my heel. "Did someone...?"

I catch a movement in the shadows by the back. I cast a quick look at the group and see them still engrossed in their discussion. Silently, I head to the shadowed back walls. I resist the urge to call out in greeting. I could just be imagining this all.

I stop next to one of the support pillars and peer in both directions. Nothing. The exits are shut and the area deserted. Weird. I lean up with my back to the pillar and stare out at the rest of the room. Aside from my group, it looks as empty as I far as I can see.

"Don't turn around."

I jerk in surprise. "Wha-?"

"Don't turn around I said."

I freeze. That voice...

"Marth?" I call out.

I hear the subtle shifting of her cloak. She's right behind me standing just on the other side of the pillar.

"Please don't speak so loudly," she whispers insistently.

"Ah, sorry." I lower my voice to a whisper as well. "Are you-"

There's the rustle of hair as she shakes her head. "No time for questions now," she cuts in. "There's too much to risk speaking here. I won't chance it."

"So what then? You better not be thinking of running again."

"Of course not. I don't understand what's happening yet but I intend to figure it out." I hear her lean off the pillar. "I will find you later when there is no one around. We will speak then."

"I..." My protest trails off. What can I say? She's right. Talking now when the others stand only a ways off is stupid. As much as I want these answers, it's not enough to risk exposing everything yet. I'll have to be patient for just a while longer. "Do you know where I stay?" I ask her.

"I've been keeping an eye on all of your movements since you first entered the gates. Believe me when I say I'll find you later."

"There you are Robin! Why are you over there in the shadows?"

I hear the quick retreat of footsteps as Marth ducks away. I focus forward toward Lissa's voice and see her approaching me. I plaster on a fake smile."Oh, you know. I figured I'd just lean up against this pillar here. I'm feeling a little tired from the match, that's all."

Lissa frowns. "You better not be! We've got a lot to do if we want to be ready for tonight."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard what Flavia said silly! She's throwing a party and we're the guests of honor! We need to look our best for this!"

I peer down at my dusty clothes and pull at a piece of my shirt. "I think I look alright," I say.

"Nuh uh. No way you are going out like that." She grabs my hand and starts dragging me away. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not! Princess orders."

"What? I-Hey! Stop pulling! Lissa!" I protest wildly. She may be petite but she's got an iron grip.

"Nope! No buts! And don't you two try to stop me either, " she calls back over her shoulder.

"I wouldn't dream of it Lis," her brother laughs in response.

I throw him a mock look of despair. "Traitors! You will regret this, I assure you. I will have my revenge!" For added emphasis, I wave my fist madly at them.

Frederick shakes his head in disbelief. "You've employed a child milord. I hope you are pleased with yourself."

Lissa pulls me through the door before I can hear the response. I let up on my resistance and follow after her. It's a straight shot from here to the mansion so we'll easily find our way back.

"Ooo, I can't wait Robin! This is going to be so much fun. I bet it won't be anything like those stuffy balls we have back home," Lissa babbles merrily.

I'm actually a little excited myself. It's been so many days since I've really been able to relax a little and let loose. Just for a little while, I'd like to drink and just enjoy the feeling of being alive. Besides, something tells me I'm going to need a bit of alcohol to get through my little meeting with Marth later on. I don't know what to expect but I'm pretty sure it's not going to be what I want to hear. Something is clearly going awry. I just hope Marth has the key to fixing it.

A/N Oh mysterious wyvern rider, how I love you so! Whenever I need some humor you provide it perfectly. I think they're really becoming a favorite of mine. Forgive me if you were bummed to see Lucina's duel go as it did. I personally felt she would opt for her actions based on story reasons that may or may not seem apparent yet. Also my hands are rebelling against me thanks to the weather. It makes typing hard. Many apologies and I hope the rest of the fight makes up for it. So part one is done. Part two is next with some festive goodness because character development and...who am I kidding? I should feed you shippers something, right? Part three will be all about Luce and whatever she may know since Robin will be somewhere more private.

I have vacation still so the next update will be a little longer again. Thank you for the patience! Now if you excuse me, I have ten pounds of convention swag to roll in ;)

Review Responses -

Luciz - Frederick's scene had been planned since the beginning and took me forever to write. It's a bit of a turning point in their relationship so I'm relieved it didn't miss the mark. I too like the extra dynamic the games provide for Robin if s/he is directly tied to Luce via family somehow. Try playing through the Future Past DLC while toting one of those relationships. Boy, did that slay me!

Amplifyingly Loud - Thank you for reviewing! I'm glad you love the characters! This is one of the few games where I like every character. I just can't help loving these dorks! Two Morgans you say? Interesting wish. This chapter may be a hint toward whether or not that may come true ;)

White-Starcloud - Thank you for the review and the lovely compliment! Hope you enjoyed the update!

Ruu - Ah, don't I wish I could have gone down that route. I heavily considered having her fail and I debated with it for days. Eventually I figured it wouldn't jive with some of the plot elements down the line because of the complications that would have arisen with it. And then I hit 14,000 words for the chapter and my fingers gave out. I apologize for the disappointment. I hope you enjoyed the new chapter though. :)

A Shadow's Lament - Chrom is a wonderful character isn't he? Such a great combination of elements go into his character. He's the perfect archetype of the chivalrous prince and noble leader. At the same time he's still only nineteen and it shows in his awkwardness towards the girls and his general daftness. It makes him easy to pick on :)

I enjoyed the video too. It took me a minute to realize they were the same duo who did the "How Animals Eat" videos. Good stuff, ha ha!

Nah Mouse - I'm sorry! I write too much! Being so prose-y is a curse I tell you! After my vacation ends I'll hopefully narrow the update times from five to seven days. Crossing the fingers. All the questions will be answered in time. Patience young grasshopper. Fair warning, nothing is as it seems. Robin's adventure will take her deep into the rabbit hole and to stranger places even.

Raven Tsurara - Thanks for alerting me to the errors! I've been fixing them up steadily. And romance you say? What romance? Surely these are nothing but friendly gestures and concerns. Right? Riiiight?

Glad your digging it though! Your reviews are always appreciated.

tsubame hayakaze - Yeah, I have too much love for this story not to flesh it out. I have docs filled with mindless world building I've done when bored. I'm such a nerd, ha ha!

Mark-Kris Robin - Goodness, thank you so much! And I love your user name! PC characters for the win! Hope you enjoy the new chapters as much as I do writing them.

Guest - Well thank you! I agree, jelly Chrom is amusing! Poor thing :D

Mr. Wobbly - Holy cow, thank you. That's the nicest thing I've heard about my writing. I'm striving to add a bit more detail to things most like to gloss over, like the action sequences. Quite the challenge but also super fun. Thanks for the heads up on the errors. I'll do another thorough spell check when I get the chance. No matter how many times I check I always seem to miss something.

Ensu - Yep Kellam had some mini cameos. Reread the breakfast portion in chapter 5 when Robin is talking to Miriel. You might catch him there! Thanks for reading!

Gueeest - I love the three 'e's, I don't know why, ha ha! Thank you for the chapter. I figured Frederick fans might like the conversation. I can finally stop writing him as a distrustful prude! Well, maybe still a prude but not distrustful. Hurrah!

LeonPianta - Hoooooly Mackerel, thank you for the reviews! I'm glad you like the little details. I spend a surprising amount of research on things for this story. Medieval toilets and sound physics are amongst the many things I have had to bookmark for this, ha ha. Yeah, Raimi's a butt but I'm also heavily intrigued by the what-ifs surrounding her character. So much possibility.

WHAT IF ROBIN/EXCELLUS THOUGH?

...Plz no...

OneShotMasta - Ha, your review was magnificent. It certainly made my day when I read it. Given that this is a character driven story, nothing pleases me more than seeing the characters coming across in tune with themselves. There's still hope yet for my writing skills! Truly, though, thank you!

xShurikenx - Wow, you posted just as I was about to submit. Lucky timing. Thanks for the in-depth review. Hell, even one is good enough for me! It helps to point out the strengths and weaknesses, you know? I'm guiltily aware of the brief intro issue. I stare at chapter 3 sometimes and shake my head. Probably why I'm shoving Miriel in every chapter (also she's amazing). I tried to make the Khans' intros unique this chapter by giving them distinct flavors mirroring the cultural roots of their regions. Basilio's a motherfudging pirate so he gets shnazzy digs and awesome stories. I improvised with Flavia's heavily mountain region by trying to infuse tundra life with a Viking flare. Maybe it worked :/ At least I had fun researching their flags. Hope you continue to enjoy summer break.