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Chapter 27
The smell of ink and the stickiness on my fingers hits me before the realization does.
"Snickerdoodles!"
I quickly swat the overturned vial off my drenched journal and stand up to prevent the color from spilling over my clothes. The metal container hits the floor with a tiny 'ping' and rolls away from me. I hold the book open by the edges and let the run-off splatter to the floor. Someone is going to have a grand old-time scraping the stains from the stone grout.
Dipping my head down to survey the damage, I'm pleased to see the only pages suffering are the first few sheets on the side yet to be penned. That means my earlier writings are still in tact. Glorious. That would have been a waste of a day's work had the last few entries been soaked through.
With one hand I hold up the good side and quickly use my other to slip under the afflicted pages before they stick together with the clean ones. The handful I acquire crinkles together in my grip and I use the leverage between my upper and lower hand to tear them out. I must look silly as I try to yank the stubborn leafs out. Had I been at my full strength, it probably wouldn't have been an issue. But the attempt leaves me sucking air in and out at an enhanced rate as I take one, two, three good attempts at separating the pieces from the binding.
"Come. On. You. Stupid. Pages!"
A tremendous ripping sound greets my ears and I let out an excited whoop. For someone still on the recovery, I've still got it. Aw yeah.
I ball up the now useless paper and chuck it away. It bounces against the balcony wall and disappears between the massive mountain of pillows adorning the seating alcove I've come to inhabit.
That's right. I'm on an honest to goodness balcony. Yep, I've upgraded from rooftop to proper landing space. Chrom would be proud.
You know, if he was here. Which he's not.
A long sigh escapes from me as I fall back into the cushions' soft embrace. A faint stab of melancholy hits me, followed by regret.
I haven't heard a peep from that man since our little talk. The day after, I had completely withdrew again. I could only wait in deep dread. Ever second that went by was a nightmare as I watched the door waiting for something horrible to happen. By nightfall, Anneliese was almost beside herself in worry. I think the sight of her so perturbed by my state snapped me out of it. I sobered up like nobody's business but it was still hard to stay calm. She wanted to know what happened but all I could ask her to do was tell him I was sorry. Anneliese turned redder than a chili pepper and stormed out of there, the door slamming behind her so hard it shook the frame.
The next day I got a visit. It was Nethys.
Yeeeeeah. Not was I was expecting.
I don't really know how to describe the first ten minutes of that meeting. There was a lot of awkward staring and me wondering why the hell she was here, of all people. Then I remembered she was the captain of the guard. Someone who arrests people. I maybe panicked. A little.
Instead of dragging me off in chains, she just pulled up a seat. She leaned forward on both hands, looked me square in the eye, and said this:
"Kid, I saw what happened to you after that fight and I think you're crazy. I also think you've got a bigger set of gonads than the great bull of Aravar himself. You can go places with guts like that. But you know what else I think?"
She quickly lashes out and brings the bottom of her fist down on the top of my head, eliciting a surprised yell from me.
"I also think you're a complete moron. Now suck up those tears and sit still for the next hour while I tell you what a waste of human space you are rotting away in here with the mindset you got."
And so began Nethys' unique pep talk hour. By which I mean I endured a unique combination of tough love, scare tactics, and shock in an attempt to further soothe my troubled mind. Why do I feel like I'm a masochist when I say it helped?
The woman is apparently a thirty-odd years veteran who served through the war between Plegia and Ylisse over a decade ago. Between that and attempting retire to a more "peaceful" job as guard captain, she's got a lot of stories to tell. Many of which she recounted. Failed missions. Successful ones. Comrades dying in her arms and the one time she actually amputated a leg to save another. It was always an alternation of a bad story, then a good. Somehow her voice stayed strong the whole time she spoke.
And then she stopped telling stories. Instead, she started asking me questions. Why did I think she was still fighting when someone died for her on her first mission? Why did she stay in command after botching two majors missions in her time at war? Why wasn't she curled up and weeping like a baby, the same way I was?
Ah, Nethys. What a classy woman.
Anyway, I really couldn't give her an answer. So she gave me another whomp and told me to wash out my ears and listen because she just told me the answer over and over again. She said she still had the will to get up and fight because she was human. Humans make mistakes and to atone they must work to correct it. When she failed a mission, she learned what went wrong and tried a new tactic the next time. When she lost one solider on the front line, she woke up the next day and trained hard enough to save two lives the next battle. Bad things happen and it's your responsibility to get up and fix it.
If she just rolled over under the guilt, then she'd be giving up her duty as a human being. More importantly, she would be giving up her duty to her soldiers and those who relied on her. She owed it to the living to keep on going.
It's in that moment I knew why she was there. Though her words had seemed oddly familiar at first, this last statement was almost too obvious. Too familiar. In her voice I heard echoes of some of the things Chrom said to me the evening prior. Nethys had to have been the one who had coached him in his darker hours of regret. She must have mentored him to overcome the demons plaguing him and made him grow stronger from it. And now she was here with me doing the same thing, no doubt by his own suggestion. Why else would she visit me? It's not like she would have actively looked into me or my mental health, a no-name outside of her branch of command. There's no other way to explain it.
Chrom may not be ready to face me just yet, but he's still thinking of me.
It's then that I knew things weren't going to be as bad as I thought they'd be. That I hadn't lost everything I thought I had. The divide was there, but it wasn't broken. The wonders of my luck never cease to amaze me. Or is this bond thing the game likes to go on about really that strong?
Stunned into a stupor, Nethys decided to leave me with her words. She growled out that if any of her sage wisdom made sense, that she'd be around if I needed more hand-holding. That's basically her way of saying she'll continue to help if I wanted it.
She left me with a final bit of advice: Start over.
Remember why I'm here and who I'm here for. Then, use that as my foothold as I start to pick myself back up again. Without convictions and drive, I'll never find the strength to recover.
I laid awake in bed that night. I thought it easy at first. The obvious answer to why I'm here is because I have to be. That was rather shallow attempt, so I went deeper. I'm here because I want to go home and these people can help me do it.
Great! So how do I go about doing it?
Then I realized I didn't know how. That all this time I've been saying I'll find a way home and help these people along the way so they help me. But how? I haven't had a plan this whole time. No direction. No organization. I've been free-floating letting the current take me wherever. That was eye-opening.
Start over, huh? Alright then. That's exactly what I'll do. So here I am in the present doing just that. The first step that came to mind was to gather everything I know and put it together in one place. I can make plans on where to go next once I have the whole picture in front of me. I asked Anneliese to get me a blank journal and some ink to which she complied. In exchange though, I had to agree to actually leave my room and try to get some fresh air. I was guided to this lovely balcony and have now spent both yesterday and all of this morning here with nothing but my thoughts, the notes, and the scent of flowers.
Primarily used for the growth of medicinal herbs for the castle, this garden works doubly as a private court for the injured to get some relief from the dismal inside interior. The semi-circular balcony rests over the western side giving a clear view of the plains sprawling around the castle walls. Plants and flowers sway lazily in the breeze creating a calming rustle that dominates the lower register of human voices from the streets below. And with an open blue sky reaching all ends of the horizon, it really is a peaceful place to be. It's a better looking alternative to chilling out than the cramped supply closet in my room anyway.
It was horrifying leaving my room for the first time. I felt like a baby bird getting kicked out of the nest. I was lucky enough that any of the other patients had yet to arrive on the balcony when I first walked in. Anneliese's daughter Ashlynn, an apprentice healer, had been kind enough to sit with me. It was a good thing to because I nearly jumped off the side when two other recovering soldiers came out to enjoy lunch. Being forced out my comfort zone is helping though. It gets better every day.
I mean, I-I'm still in a bizarre place. I was probably in the worst state I've ever been in my life. And I seem to recall being one fussy, hormone-addled teen queen! Still, joking aside, it...was bad. It's still bad. My hands continue to shake randomly and the nightmares haven't lessened. I try to keep as busy as possible so my thoughts don't wander. I mean, I can't stop some things with just one pep talk. But I can try to change it bit by bit.
Start over. Get better. Move on. It's a struggle but I'm learning to cope.
Luckily, staying busy with all this info gathering is keeping my mind occupied. I'm slowly gathering all I can. My notes are haphazardly thrown together but I'm finishing jotting down everything I can. Maybe I'll be done today. And once that's over with, I'll try to reorganize everything into a clearer pattern. I need everything in order for when I add it to whatever I find in Other Robin's Roster.
That little enigma hasn't left my thoughts. It's a constant nag in the back of my mind and I desperately want to delve further into it. My issue is that I want to read it strictly in privacy. As my only key to the past, that book requires special care. I don't want anyone to know of its true existence or to carry it in any place that may compromise or damage it. The wait is killing me though. I'd like to update it with that priest's entry as well. He's a clear danger and I need to be aware of his presence should he ever return.
I absentmindedly look up and see the sun is almost straight overhead. Wow, time sure did fly. I feel a tingle of anticipation as I remember I should be having a visit any second now. Yep, that's right. A visit.
After acquiring the biggest coat possible to cover up with, I decided to indulge Sully's third request for a visit. I'm assuming by default this will include Stahl just because. Anneliese made it seem like the woman was really insistent about meeting so I can only wonder what I'll be hearing from her sharp mouth.
It seems I'm a bit of a psychic because as soon as my thought stream ends, the door bursts open. I slam my notes shut in panic and quickly shove it under some pillows. Blinking rapidly, I'm surprised to see a small crowd gather on to the landing. Recognition sets in as I gaze over each head. Sully's wild red hair sticks up in a mess as she strides in confidently in her training clothes. Stahl walks in step behind her in an identical get-up. They look around and as soon as they set eyes on me, Stahl puts on a big smile of greeting. Sully, meanwhile, looks like she's ready to sock me in the eye.
"Oi! You and I have some-oof!"
Sully and Stahl both stumble opposite ways in surprise as Virion's silk-laden form throws them aside. His willowy frame leaps forward and the bundle of roses in his arms is thrown at me, smacking me right in the face. My own hand fumbles with removing the flora from view as I start to sneeze and blow petals everywhere. My unoccupied hand is suddenly in Virion's grasp and I'm vaguely aware of him reciting some eloquent greeting or something. He goes on an on about the sun and moon not rising and the stars disappearing with my presence hidden away. As he starts some sort of poem, Sully stalks right up and drills him in the side of the head, knocking him off bent knee.
"Save the soliloquy for later Virion," she barks, nose crinkled in disapproval.
Stahl kindly helps to remove the flowers still stuck in my hair and then places the bouquet to the side. Seriously, anymore flowers and I'll be drowning in them.
"Hey," he greets softly. Stahl sits beside me though he keeps a respectable distance between us. His aura is his usual laid-back self, but I can see the relief and happiness in his eyes. "It's been a while."
Suddenly I don't know what to say. I feel like I haven't seen any of these people for years. It takes a few seconds for me to find my voice and all I can muster is a faint single syllable. "Yeah."
"A while is right!" Sully adds as she watches Virion rise to his feet. "You had us worried sick, ya know? What's the big idea turning us away over an over again? I figured you were growing an extra head and didn't want anyone to see."
I suddenly get very shy and can't help but adjust the edges of the thick coat I'm in. My face gets hotter when the bandaged tips of my fingers peek out from the over-sized sleeves to do so. "Well, you're on the right track."
"We heard a bit about your status," Stahl recounts with some hesitation. He adds the next part with a cautious smile. "I'm sure it's not that bad. You look perfectly fine right now."
"You have no idea," I laugh with an edge more bitter than humorous.
While Stahl isn't sure how to continue, Virion steps right in. "Nonsense! You must see this not as a hindrance to your beauty, but as a gift! Observe this deadly goddess beside me," he says, throwing his arms wide as if offering Sully up to the podium.
"A what?" she grunts.
"Sully bears many harrowing reminders of her bravery and prowess. They are enhancements that add to her shining radiance. Scars are but another form of beauty. One that is natural and wild, but ravishing nonetheless!" Virion gushes with confidence and pride.
I have to give him credit. He really is Naga's gift to women. I don't think there is a single thing he could find ugly in the female species. Every shape and size to him is pleasing and he'll let her know that. Should anyone find themselves having image issues, I'll point them to him first. He's got a way about him when he speaks that makes your flaws seem like the world's greatest makeover.
Even Sully looks like she appreciates the gesture in her own surly way.
"Um, thanks Virion," I say in embarrassment. "I am sorry I kept ignoring you all. Things just weren't...all that awesome when I first woke up."
Sully reaches over and gives a playful punch to my shoulder while carrying a faux expression of sternness. "You better bet your britches you're sorry. But apology accepted so long as you don't do it again."
"I don't have plans to. It really was a mistake to turn you all away. I missed talking with you." I stop and look at my three friends. "Is this all I'll expect as visitors today? Just you three?"
"Yep. Everyone else is caught up in business right now. That's actually something..."
I stop listening to Sully for a moment because I could have sworn I heard something over her. I tilt my head to the side and listen hard. There's a weird sensation of something digging in the back of my mind.
"...about me!"
I did hear something! From behind her. Is someone there?
I lift off my seat and stare behind her. Something seems off. It's like there's a shadow there. A really big one. And it's waving? Oh no!
"Kellam!" I shout in horror.
Sully stops talking, startled by my outburst. Everyone around me looks confused and then follows my pointer finger forward to where he stands. Virion actually pales as if the big fellow were some ghost appearing from the mist.
"Uh, hey Kellam," Stahl greets clumsily. "When did you get here?"
"I've been with you three the whole time," Kellam admits without missing a beat. "When Sully asked if anyone wanted to come along on the visit, I volunteered and followed you up."
Whoops. You all are in some hot water now.
"Twas all a jest, I'm sure," Virion jumps in laying down the damage control. He reaches up and just barely pats the other man on the shoulder. "I'm sure she was testing you is all. Perhaps testing her ability to er, detect personages from behind? Isn't that right, my dear?"
Sully blanches. "Nice try, but he ain't stupid." She turns and offers Kellam a disgruntled shoulder shrug. "Sorry about that Kellam. I just don't know what's wrong with me."
His already small eyes close together in concern and he waves his arms in protest. "It's alright. I'd rather we worry about Robin instead."
"Right then," Sully tapers off.
"Sully, we should tell Robin the good news," Stahl quickly butts in, hoping to alter the mood.
It works. She perks right up. "Oh yeah!"
"What are you talking about?" I ask super curious.
"After the attack on the castle, the captain sent out a request for Miriel's group to immediately return to the capital. We received word back last night. She's en route with the others as we speak!"
"Really?" I exclaim. I'm all ears now.
"And that's nothing," Sully adds. "Miriel wrote she's made some progress with the Risen. Says she's bringing back a live one to work with."
"A fascinating, if not disturbing thing to think," Virion muses. "While I support the notion of one's pursuits into the academic, I must worry what having such a foul and unknown creature under our very roof would do."
"It would probably make it smell worse than the kitchens when it's Sully's turn to cook," Stahl admits with a chuckle. He has to duck under the incoming projectile as said woman throws the closest one at hand straight for him.
"You're hilarious Stahl," she hisses, cracking her knuckles in one hand.
"I hope what she has is good news for us. The numbers are growing every day. I don't know if our patrols are doing anything to help anymore," Kellam remarks with some concern.
"What would help is those Feroxi folk up north. Did we ever get word from them?"
"My last letter from Raimi said they'd be here soon," he answers back with a certain fondness for said woman's name. Aw.
"Well that's something," I say halfheartedly. I wish they were here now. We need the reinforcements. Kellam's right. There's a lot of these guys wandering around and they seem to be growing bolder every day.
"Let's just stay excited about our friends returning," Stahl cheers. "It will be nice when we can get all the Shepherds together again."
While the conversation drifts off, I have to note that everything seems the same as before in terms of our group chemistry. Nothing is off or shifty. One of the few things I had wondered about when I revealed my past was if that knowledge would get out to the other Shepherds. I wouldn't have been surprised if it did. But they're not showing or asking about anything related to it. I'm under the impression then that Chrom has yet to say anything to them. I guess he has reasons. Maybe he's still trying to figure out what to do with Lucina's bombshell or maybe he's waiting for everyone to be together and let them know all at once. Maybe he's just going to let me be the one to bring it up. Who knows? Unless I can talk to him, I can't know what he's thinking. And I won't assume anything anymore. We saw how well that went last time.
The powerful blow of a horn from down below cuts into our discussion. Just as Sully rises to investigate, several large shadows cast over us. We incline our heads just in time to see four laden pegasi disappear beyond the edge of the balcony. Two of the riders have ash blonde and crimson locks blowing behind them. Immediately I can only think of two people.
Sumia and Cordelia.
"No way," I startle in shock.
"Is that who I think it is?" Stahl's voice seeming to mirror my suspicions. He jumps from his chair and rushes to the edge of the balcony. Raising a hand over his eyes, he scours the area beneath us for the fliers. Jutting out just below on ground level is, well, the closest thing I could describe it as is a docking bay for pegasi. The whole western courtyard is dedicated to their care. Considered a sacred animal to Ylisse, they get all sorts of special treatment, including special privileges beyond the normal handling their horses get. While the real headquarters of the Pegasus Knights is located on the open plains a mile east, there is always a legion here in the capital for the Exalt's protection. Those stationed here as well as those visiting land in the western courtyard to dismount thanks to the space and commodities available. Incidentally, the healing wing is adjacent to the grounds giving us a good view of the party below.
"I think it is them!" Stahl exclaims in fervor as he leans dangerously farther over the edge.
"No shit," Sully breathes in surprise as she joins his side.
"They're really back?" I exclaim in happiness. We stopped receiving reports from them after they crossed what the army considers the end of our occupied lands. Once in infested territory, we heard not a peep and could only wait with worried eyes cast to the skies. If they are back then that's one less thing I have to fear for! The Shepherds are finally almost all safe and secure together once more.
I lurch to my feet eager to see for myself. My exuberance is a bit much for my still wobbly limbs and I end up stumbling forward over my feet. Luckily, Virion graceful leaps forward and catches me by the waist. He supports me with one arm on my hip and the other on my arm as he guides me back to my seat.
"I applaud your enthusiasm Robin, but may I suggest refraining from such quick actions? I would dare say that finding yourself sprawled upon the floor would do nothing for your beauteous visage. I am sure our cavalier friends will confirm or deny your inquiring mind."
My lordly savior gestures to the two cavaliers staring in silence over the banister. A short bit later Sully steps back and runs a hand through her messy strands. "I think Stahl's right. But..." she trails off in confusion. The anticipation is causing me to itch and squirm.
"Sully, dear woman, do not keep us waiting in this agonizing suspense. I must insist, out with it!" Virion voices for all of us.
Sully chews unsure on her lip as she exchanges a look with her partner. "I, uh, thought we sent them to rescue the duke's family."
"We did," I say quietly, trying to suppress the growing fear in me.
"There's only one passenger with them," Stahl finishes with the same tone as me.
"That's not good," Kellam murmurs, his large frame shifting uncomfortably as he gazes at the ground. "There should be four there."
A weighty silence covers the group as the realization sinks in.
I mean, we could be wrong. This could not be Sumia's group. But Stahl and Sully seems pretty sure and I don't want to go back to waiting and worrying for them. In that same vein though, why is there only one person with them. Did Maribelle's family maybe escape else where and this is a messenger sent in their stead? O-or is it worse?
I pull away from Virion's grasp, carefully finding my balance. He starts to protest but I shake him off. "I have to go down there and find out what happened."
"Um, Robin," Kellam says, face full of worry. "Do you think that's best? We could always go down and report back for you. Then you wouldn't be straining yourself."
Sully steps in next to him. "Kellam's right. You're not anywhere near ready to go skipping about the castle. Besides, if word gets out you wandered off outside of the healer's wing, it'll be our sorry asses on the line."
I walk along the edge of the balcony, eyes trained on the door ahead and hand out and ready to catch the railing if I find myself falling again. I don't feel winded yet or any pain in my knee. That's a good sign so far. Virion trails hesitantly behind me not sure whether to restrain me and respect my decision. "Then don't act like you knew I left. I'll say I snuck out after you all left to investigate."
"Guys..." Stahl whines in worry as he sees me get closer to the door.
Sully lets out a disgruntled snort and walks toward the exit after me. She casts an annoyed glare at Virion. "Oi numskull, will you stop her already?"
My shaky hand grasps the door handle and I lean against the solid wood for support. I point straight at the archer. "Don't you dare," I warn.
I know I shouldn't be doing this. Any other day I would have been fine with letting someone else go down and find out for me. It's not like I relish the idea of getting out in front of all these people, bandaged and bruised as I am. I'm comfortable enough now with the Shepherds only because I'm friends with them and there's a trust there. But walking among strange faces is embarrassing. I can just imagine how the staff would gawk openly or look away in disgust. How they'll whisper tonight in their bedchambers about the crispy survivor that barged out of the healing rooms and limped all the way outdoors.
But more than that, is another feeling. A fear greater than that of my own image. It's the fear for others. Maribelle's safety, and all of the Shepherds, are far more important than my selfish feelings! I swore this morning that the Shepherds' survival would be the focus of my main efforts from now on. And starting at this moment, I have to uphold that.
A-and I just have to know.
"I need to do this," I find myself saying out loud. Everyone pauses at the break in my tone. "I'm the one who came up with the idea for this. I pushed for Phila and the others to save Maribelle. And if they've returned with even an ounce of news on the Duke and his family's safety, then that's the one thing I've actually done right in all the decisions I've made lately. So please don't rob me of finding out."
There's still hesitation there.
"I swear I'll come right back as soon as I know. This will help ease a lot of my fears."
Stahl nudges his partner. "Sully?" he says in a tone looking for guidance.
"Well crap. Don't look at me," she protests with a sour pout of her lips. "I'm not saying no to the infirm here."
"Gee, thanks," I reply woodenly.
"Allow me to mediate then," Virion steps in like some well-seasoned negotiator. "We will take Robin down on two conditions."
"That being?" I say, raising an eyebrow in interest.
"The first, you stay long enough to find the answers you seek. No more, no less."
"Fine. And the other one?"
"Should for one second we fear being discovered, we immediately retreat back to the balcony. The greatest risk here, after all, is the discovery of your impromptu rendezvous."
"Fine. That makes sense. It's not like I want you guys to get in trouble for my decisions."
Virion claps his hands together. "Exceptionnel! Problem solved, yes?"
"I suppose," Stahl says with a hint of doubt. "But how do we even get out with the guard at the door? And can you handle all those stairs Robin? Ah, uh, no offense or anything. I didn't mean to imply you weren't strong or anything but-"
"Stahl, I get it. It's cool. Don't worry," I jump in trying to ease his rambling conscience. "As for me," I reply pushing the door open and casting an experimental glance out. "I'll just hug the wall."
"That's a load of crock. You'll take forever going about it that way," Sully snaps as she drags Kellam forward by the arm. "Kellam'll carry you."
"I will?" he blinks in surprise.
That's not what I had in mind but I don't really care. It's not like Kellam is some weird stranger or anything. I trust him. "Only if you want to," I add. "Sully is not forcing you to do anything."
"That's alright. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable with the idea." He gently removes himself from Sully's grasp and gives her a disapproving face.
"What?" she glowers. "I knew she wouldn't say no. Now about that guard!"
"Virion," Sully says as she grabs a fistful of the man's collar. Before he can respond, she shoves him roughly toward the front of the wing. "Make use of your schmoozing and distract that her. We can take the old passage at the back of the main hall down to the foot of the tower and exit through the laundry room. There won't be anyone there with all them out in the back letting the linens air dry."
Virion catches himself and promptly fixes the wrinkle in his shirt. He flips some stray hair over his shoulder and offers her his trademark bow and hand flourish. "Of course. Let it never be said that the great Virion has refused the request of a lady, no matter how rough she may handle him."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Ruffles. I'll buy you an ale later to make up for it. Now move," she grunts with a roll of her eyes.
"With great haste! Virion away!"
"You're going to take him out for a drink?" I say in mild amusement as he bounds around the corner.
"It happens," she shrugs. Unknown to her, Stahl is watching with great interest behind her. "Despite being such a flamboyant dandy, the guy ain't so bad. He's got decent taste in alcohol for one. Can't hold a silver to me in a drinking contest, but he still ain't bad."
"Huh. Doesn't seem like your type," I muse.
"He isn't," Stahl interjects with a bit too much enthusiasm. He immediately flusters at his outburst.
Sully snickers and glances back in amusement. "Calm your britches Stahl. I said there's nothin' going on between us. Just yapping like two teammates do."
The other knight's gaze briefly flickers to her then away again as he rubs his arm in embarrassment. "I know," he responds meekly.
"Oh dear," I hear Kellam whisper above me. Ha, no kidding. The tension coming off Stahl is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Sully seems completely oblivious to it. Or she's doing a good job ignoring his reaction.
"Stahl, why don't you go watch and let us know when lover boy gets us a way out."
"R-right," he nods and ducks away a bit too quickly. He almost looks grateful to get away.
His partner watches him go. As soon as he's out of sight, her confident grin falters. "Damn it," she mutters under her breath.
Kellam stiffens behind me and watches his friend with concern. "Sully, are you alright?"
She kicks at a stray paper wad on the ground and places her hands on her hips. "It's fine Kellam. Nothing but the usual."
As she turns away I swear I can hear her mutter 'stupid kid.'
I have to wonder about this. I know Stahl's always been a bit protective of his partner but this is definitely making me see that it runs deeper than brotherly affection. Sully doesn't see to share that view though. Not just with Stahl, but Virion too. If that's the case, she's involved in one heck of a little love triangle. Ironic because Sully is the last person I would suspect to be in one.
A little whistle draws our attention to the far end of the hall where Stahl's head pokes out. He beckons us over and then disappears again.
"Alright," Sully smiles. "Virion actually did it. Quick too. Makes me wonder if there's been some wooing already had in the past."
If we're going then I guess I need to go up? I turn to Kellam and he shifts beside me. "Sorry," he responds shyly.
I suppress a yelp of surprise as the he lifts me with ease off the ground. Kellam's strength is amazing. The second tallest next to Frederick, Kellam's height and sturdy build allow him to pick me up and keep me nestled in the crook of his arm without a sweat broken. I feel like his talent is grossly underestimated because of his unique predicament. That's something I'll definitely amend when I make our battle plans next.
Well, if I get a next time. Who knows if I'll still be the Shepherd's tactician in the near future?
We join Stahl who ushers us forward with a finger pressed to his lips. Our motley quartet tiptoes closer to the exit, Virion's praises growing louder by the second. Standing away from the door with her back turned to us is the blushing and cooing figure of the castle guard. Upon seeing us approach over her shoulder, Virion ups the ante. Grabbing hold of her hand, he places a kiss on the top of it before letting out some drivel about her virtues.
Sully takes the chance to turn the handle and push open the door when the woman lets out a particularly loud set of girlish giggles. Kellam slips through with me, followed by Stahl, and then Sully. The door clicks shut leaving us in the silence of the hallway.
"We actually did it," Stahl breathes out in relief.
"Hells yeah we did," Sully responds in quiet fervor. "But we don't have time to celebrate. Let's get down to the grounds."
"Remember, keep an eye out," I whisper.
It's quite the trip down. I haven't been on someone's shoulder like this since I was a kid. Had someone actually seen us, I'm sure it would have caused quite the story. Two cavaliers tiptoeing through the passages of the castle with a giant knight behind them carrying a bandaged patient in lounge wear. I should make that into a joke... The route is long but we don't see a single soul aside from a spider who must be very cranky with me after his web got caught in my hair. Soon enough, we're outside again in the bright sunlight.
"That took forever!" I gripe as we all gather in front of the door. "I won't be surprised if they've already unpacked and went inside."
"Rules were we don't get caught. So I took the best way," Sully defends while looking around. "Looks like everything is clear. Now where'd they go?"
"They're still on the green there," Stahl points out to our left.
Sure enough, four pegasi and five figures stand hovered around each other. Saddlebags and various equipment are gathered around them. I can see clearly that one of them is Sumia. I start wobble in place from excitement! Sumia's safe! Yes!
"Here's the plan," Sully starts turning toward me. "We take you over there real quick. Say your hellos and check the head count to see who's there. As soon as we know, Kellam is going to take you right back up. All the whos, hows, and junk like that we'll bring later. Got it?"
I want to stay longer but I know she's right. They're taking a big enough risk as it is letting me down here. Getting enough to satisfy my curiosity is plenty. "Fine. Not let's go alre-"
The sound of a door slamming open further on causes us all to jump. We all turn in the direction of the noise.
"Nuts."
We did waste too much time! Company has already made its way down here probably having caught word of their arrival. And it's none other than Emmeryn with brother in tow. Joy.
"I thought they had a meeting right now with the northern houses," Stahl panics between glancing at me and them.
"Phila's arrival would be a good enough reason to leave," Kellam points out.
"Thanks for spelling that out!" Sully hisses as she starts pushing the two of us back. "Immediate retreat!"
"Sully, we can't! They'll pass right by us."
"Then hide!"
We all frantically look around and see nothing to help. All we have behind us is the flat wall lining the premises. Then, I look down. Ah ha!
"Quick Kellam! Do your thing!"
He tilts his head up at me. "What thing?"
"Blend in!"
"Okay?" It take only a second for him to understand. "Oh!"
Kellam looks back and forth and then gently places me down. Shooing me back until I'm pressed against the wall, he then turns forward and takes steps back until he's before me. He goes completely still, aside for the rise and fall of his chest. I feel the need to point out that we aren't actually hiding. There's no trees or foliage blocking us out. Kellam is literally just standing in front of the wall. Not even blending in mind you! His simple peasant shirt is a bright orange and his trousers a golden brown. The wall is made of gray stone.
The royal duo is already walking toward us from the set of doors they exited from. Oh gods. Don't catch me. I'm toast if they do. Not even toast! Mashed potatoes! I brace for impact, curling up and crunching my eyes shut. Any second now. Any. Second.
Um.
Or not.
I open my eyes wide and peek around Kellam's build. I watch baffled as Emmeryn walk right past us. Even more shocking, Chrom stops literally right in front of Kellam and I when he sees the two cavaliers. They stare openly as he approaches them.
"Sully? Stahl?" he announces as if he can't believe what he's seeing.
"Captain," Stahl tries to usher out in greeting.
Sully puts on a strained smile."Chrom. Hey. Ah, look. We can explain..."
He looks between them and holds up a hand. "Save it. I understand."
The two gawk. "Y-you do?" Stahl stutters.
"Of course," Chrom replies, his tone leaving its hard edge. "Leaving training to meet Phila and the others is fine. I know you're just as eager to hear from them as I. Gods know we haven't heard a thing since they left Fort Bower. I can understand why you left. We're all worried."
"Ah ha, yes. That's absolutely right," the brunette utters with fake cheer. "That's right. Just Sully and I came. From training."
"Yep. Just us," his counterpart responds in the same fashion.
Smooth guys. Real smooth.
"Don't worry. I won't hold you accountable for skipping out. Gods know what my sister and I will endure for abruptly ending that meeting of ours. Now come on, I'm sure Sumia would like to see some friendly faces," Chrom says over his shoulder as he skips into a brisk walk to catch up with his sister.
The four of us all stare after him in complete shock and then at Kellam.
"That's one heck of a gift, buddy," Stahl chuckles weakly .
"We need to put you on reconnaissance more often," Sully adds in awe.
"It's not that special. It happens all the time."
And cue awkward silence with cricket in the background.
"Why don't you guys go on. We'll head back to the tower," I throw out in suggestion.
"Good idea," Stahl nods in appreciation of the idea. "It's probably best not try our luck even more."
I watch them retreat before gently pressing Kellam forward.
"Robin, the tower is that way," he says gesturing with his thumb behind us.
"I didn't say when I would go back. Let me hear what I need to and then we'll go. As long as you stay like this, we should be good." I pause. "And I'm sorry I'm using you as cover."
"That's okay. I'm glad it's being helpful for once," he responds morosely.
I can't help but cringe at his tone. "Kellam, how close can you get without anyone noticing?"
"Once, when I was a page, I was assigned to clean the mess hall pantry. Two servants came in and started to do..." he pauses and raises his eyebrows in embarrassment. "I was standing right behind them the whole time. They never knew."
"I, uh, um."
"I would have left if I could," he says hastily with a hint of shame. "But they locked the door."
"Oh Kellam. Don't worry, I'm not judging. I just feel bad is all. That's pretty horrible."
"No need to. I'm use to it by now."
We hang in shadows near the edge of the walkway and watch the dramatic reunion unfold. With the chaotic exchange of pleasantries happening between parties, I turn my attention on a great point of interest. Cordelia.
You know, I've got to say it. Chrom, you are a grade-A moron. You passed up a support opportunity with this woman? We need to reevaluate your tastes.
I don't think the games properly nailed down the 'perfection' angle they were taking with her. Like, if the legendary Valkyrie existed, Cordelia would be one of them. The woman looks like she was carved from marble considering how pale and flawless she was. Look, I am completely comfortable enough in my sexuality to admit she is one hot gal. She's definitely tied with Olivia in terms of beauty. Though with Olivia, her looks derived from her shapely figure, fashion, and womanly softness.
Cordelia is all raw and natural beauty. Her features are sharp and her eyes bright with a constant alertness. There's a quiet strength around her that exudes confidence and dominance. If you had a thing for armor, then I can assure you she'd be rocking out the latest fashion line with the way her gear sat on her tall and limber frame. I swear on Naga above, when she pulls the tie from her dark red hair and shakes out the ponytail she had it up in, light shone down through the clouds and birds sang.
The walking goddess places her helmet under her arm and lays a hand on the neck of her mount. She pats the creature fondly and then looks over her shoulder. Instantly her stern features melt into something wholly tender and soft. Ten bucks you can guess who she's looking at.
My own gaze follows to the front where the rest of her comrades stand before Emmeryn and the others. Phila, looking travel-worn, is addressing the Exalt in greeting. Standing behind a good head smaller is her miniature look-alike. No, wait. I take that back. There are differences. The powder-blue haired girl, Viola I believe, stands with deep violet eyes and the same facial structure as the knight before her. But I can see in the shape of her nose and the way her discipline cracks into a bored sigh that she takes after Phila's brother. Another sibling?
And beside her? My heart trembles and I have to resist the urge to run forward. Sumia!
I had barely gotten to say good-bye to her when she left! I had run sweaty and winded from Frederick's lesson early so we could all wish her luck on her quest. Sumia barely eked out a sad smile and a farewell before being ushered off to join the others. I would be lying if I said I hadn't missed her company. I...I probably could have used her these past days. Thinking on it now, I don't have problems opening up to her. There's just something so calming about her presence. She's understanding and non-offensive in all the best ways. Sweet, wonderful Sumia would just bake me a cake and then rub my back telling me it was going to be fine. And I would have believed her.
I am so glad she's back and alive. I missed my friend.
Speaking of friends, who is the figure she has her arm around. The additional traveler stands beside her with head held high under a hooded cloak. They stand with their limbs drawn into their body so they remain completely hidden under the material. I can't make heads or tails of who it is from where we stand. But I can't get any closer. So I'll just have to listen.
"-were inconvenienced by the storm. All we could do was readjust our route until we could avoid it. Unfortunately that tactic would not last long. We were forced to seek shelter in the hills until the worst had passed," Phila goes on as I strain to hear.
Emmeryn nods thoughtfully. "That would explain much. We had feared the worst and I cannot describe how much of a relief it is to have you back here safe and sound once more."
Though Viola seems to swell with pride, Phila only grows more somber. To everyone's surprise, she gets down on one knee and places a hand across her chest in the Ylissean salute. "I, of all people, do not deserve such praise, your Grace. Word reached us on the last leg here of the recent attempt on your life. To know that I had not been here to help is grave wound I have worn these past eves."
Her liege only smiles sadly. "Phila."
"No, my Lady. Had I listened to Cordelia's advice, I would have never caused us to fall under the shadow of that storm. The setback prevented us from making a speedy return. You would have had four more spears at your side on that dreaded night."
Emmeryn kneels down beside the other woman and places a hand on her shoulder to help her rise again to her feet. "Hush, my friend. There is no reason for you to bear any shame. If anything, you have done us a great service. The return of one of our most cherished courtiers is all due to the bravery of you and your knights."
Does that mean what I think it does?
Before I get an answer, a familiar voice rings out through the courtyard.
"Phila! Viola!"
The brotherly counterpart to the two pegasus knights charges up the grass casting aside training armor as he runs. Eldaran dodges around the Exalt's frame and barrels into the two women. His muscular arms easily loop around them bringing them off their feet. Phila goes pale and Viola shrieks in surprise as he twirls them around and around laughing the whole time.
"Eldaran! Put us down this instant!" Phila protests in horror. "You are shaming us before the Exalt!"
The youngest sibling has switched from yelling to laughing herself, joining her brother's mirthful bellowing. She isn't the only one either. Everyone around seems to be affected by the sight of the reunion. Especially Emmeryn and Chrom, who are all smiles as it's something they understand all too well.
I see Stahl in the back make a move toward Sumia. He raises his hand and manages out the first sentence before he's knocked off his feet by a blur of yellow and lace. "MARIBELLE!"
Lissa's a racing bramble that latches on to the figure beside Sumia. Said person jerks back under the weight of the other girl causing her hood to fall back. I can't help but gasp in happiness as Maribelle's familiar curls spill out.
"Maribelle!" Kellam states in glee. His whole body rocks on his heels and his smile crosses his whole face.
"She's alive Kellam! Alive!" I can't help but succumb to the same infectious laugh that's taken hold of everyone else.
Back toward the other group I see Frederick, who had been left far behind in Lissa's wake, offering Stahl his hand. Sully steps up behind him and eases him up by the other arm. They all exchange a quiet word before approaching Sumia and Cordelia.
Lissa's sobbing almost drowns out Eldaran's loud chastising as he finally lets go of his kin. "Naga's shining ass! You know how to make a man worry! I was ready to take every last legion and storm the countryside looking for you."
"That would have been a great waste of resources! Not to mention a grave lapse in security for the capital," Phila rebukes in a way that isn't quite as serious as one would think. There's just the faint trace of a smile playing on her lips as she looks to her sibling.
"Come now brother," Viola playfully teases in a voice that seems too young to allow her to carry a spear. "You know us better than that. Think some dirty old Risen somehow got us?"
Eldaran reaches over and ruffles Viola's perfect bun into a rat's nest that leaves her squeaking. "It's because I know you so well that I was worried, you little scamp. You're never late. Especially not with big sister Phila breathing down your neck. The delay was out of character."
Phila's face grows cool and suddenly she has her brother by the nose. She tweaks her wrist and he starts to buckle under the pressure. "What was that dearest brother?"
"Ow, ow! Easy Phi! No harm was meant. Twas just a jest! Ow!"
Chrom barely manages to speak between his fits. "Mercy Phila. You know how Eldaran is."
She promptly lets go and Eldaran backs away cupping his throbbing nose. "You should thank our lord for showing such charity. I guarantee my clemency would have not been so easily granted."
Over her shoulder, I can see Cordelia watching the exchange. At Phila's words, she instantly nods to herself, eyes lit in adoration for the prince before her. Luckily Sumia is too busy with the other Shepherds to notice. Or she's doing her best to ignore it for her friend's sake. I do have to wonder if she has any idea they share a mutual love for the guy.
With a final rub of the back of his hand against his nose, Eldaran offers her a half-grin. "I missed this. Having the family back together safe and sound is all I could have asked for."
"Speaking of, I must wonder. Where has Duke and his wife retired too? I understand having Maribelle here for protection, but surely they would have sent your venerable grandmother alongside," Emmeryn asks in wonder.
At the mentions of this, Phila and Viola's attitudes swiftly tank. And beyond them, I can see Sumia and Cordelia stiffen. The change does not go unnoticed. "Phila?" Emmeryn prods further, voice laced in worry.
Maribelle, who has remained silent this whole time, finally lifts her head. Without the usual cosmetics to mask the blemishing, I can see the puffy redness under the young noble's eyes and the yellow remains of bruises on her cheeks. Despite that, she stands tall with her normal poise. Even covered in dirt and bedecked in a man's shirt and riding pants, Maribelle is every bit a lady. She gently steps back from Lissa's questioning face and turns to Emmeryn. She uses the sides of her cloak to help stretch out her curtsy as she descends to the floor with refined grace.
"Your Grace, it is with deep regret and..." Maribelle takes a deep breath and somehow keeps her dignified expression, "...and solemn heart that I greet you as the new Duchess of Themis."
The courtyard grows quiet except for the occasional caw of noisy crow in a nearby tree. I feel like I've been punched in the gut. Over and over. I'm no expert at feudal inheritance but I'm pretty sure this is fairly obvious. I find myself wanting to disbelieve it all the same. "Kellam," I faintly whisper. "Is she saying what I think she's saying?"
He stoically nods before me. His eyes crease into deeper squints. "Poor Maribelle. Her whole family, gone."
"Maribelle," Lissa whimpers, eyes starting to brim with tears again.
Emmeryn stares down at the young noble and her expression carries a new emotion for the first time. Fear.
Opposite her, the Shepherds gather around in various stages of disbelief voicing different utterances of sympathy and wonder over her predicament as she grimly rises. Lissa steps to her best friend's side and wraps her hands around Maribelle's arm, drawing her close. How Maribelle retains her composure is a mystery to me. Her eyes close and she places a hand over Lissa's. When they open again, the noble's eyes are deep with pain and remembrance.
The one who seems to be raging the most is Chrom. It's a quiet anger that reflects in the set line of his jaw and the way his knuckles turn white from grasping Falchion's hilt. When he speaks, it's with liquid malice. "How?"
Maribelle's stoic mask breaks just a little. A small shudder of a gasp sneaks out, to which she promptly presses shaking fingers to her mouth. "Perhaps such matters are best...best recounted inside, my Lord."
"She is right Chrom. I will not have such a private detailing done in the open. Come Lissa, escort Maribelle inside. I will be with shortly once I finish here with Phila," Emmeryn states as she beckons Phila in. "The rest of your team is free to retire. They deserve the rest. Frederick, take them inside for a meal, would you?"
There's some mild hesitation as they mill in place wondering what to do with the situation. As the group begins to set up plans for dispersal, I feel a tug on the edge of my tunic.
"Maybe we should get you back to your room. Just in case," Kellam suggests.
"Good idea. I don't know if I could handle much more," I mumble as I turn back toward the tower. Kellam graciously offers to carry me once more and I don't decline. I feel utterly weak in the knees.
Dear gods. Maribelle, you poor girl. Orphaned by your whole family in such a short time. I can't imagine what kind of pain that would be to experience. From what I recall, losing my mom was such an overwhelming ordeal for me. It felt like my whole world had been ripped away. It took weeks for me to find an interest in anything. It was like the reality around me had been bleached of color and emotion. Now amplify that by three. Father, Mother, Grandmother.
A whirlwind blows through my mind. The game never went into detail about most of the Shepherds' personal lives. It was just assumed everything was fine and dandy with them. I never recall Maribelle every assuming the role of Duchess. Then again, Cordelia would make sorrowful quotes about pining for Chrom well after she happily moved on and wed. So who know what is and is not canon? All the same, I can't help but wonder.
What happened? Could we have prevented it from acting sooner? Did we send too few people to provide both a safe rescue and proper retreat? So many questions!
My biggest concern is who the perpetrator is behind the act. If it was Risen, then that's a serious problem. If there's a large enough force now roaming around our countryside, we could be outnumbered. Bonus points go to the fear of those extra special Risen floating around. I've been paranoid ever since I altered the map in the library. I've checked frequently once on waking and before bed for creepy night stalkers at my bedside.
But why would the Risen target Maribelle when I was target the previous times? Theoretically the royal siblings were involved once as well. Did they want to hurt them another way by murdering someone close to their hearts? So much uncertainty.
And if not Risen? The only other obvious answer would be humans. I doubt it was bandits unless they were all archers or something. Phila and her crew have too much skill to succumb to a motley band of thugs. There is the idea for Plegian intervention. Technically that was the event in the game. Use Maribelle for leverage in a trade for the Fire Emblem. Of course that didn't go as planned. At least she's still alive! At the expense of what though? I hope she has some good answers to give cause we'll need everything we've got to fight whatever is coming next. What was supposed to happen anyway?
I wrack my brain as I go chronologically through each event. Prologue, Southtown...Arena...Assassination...
Oh Lord.
The army! The Plegian army! It's suppose to overrun Ylisstol! And Emmeryn!
I forget to breathe.
Emmeryn is going to die.
Beautiful, kind, benevolent Emmeryn. The backbone of her family. The bright star of goodness in all this twisted evil. Hope of her people.
She's going to die.
My mind is a blank void. I don't even register when we reach the door. Virion's there waiting calmly against the wall for our return. He says something to answer Kellam's question. Something about wondering how we would get back in without help cause the guard is still there. I'm too flabbergasted to care. There's a black hole in me that's swallowing up my insides.
Virion plucks a rose from a nearby vase and sneaks back in though the door remains slightly ajar. Kellam moves in close enough for us to watch for an opening. It doesn't take long for Virion to draw away the guard's attention again. She's been buttered up thoroughly from before. And with not one healer in sight, Kellam slips right in.
I realize my eye are starting to water and my chest feels ready to burst. I haven't blinked or breathed since the revelation hit me. I take a deep breath, oxygen pouring in and giving life to the tingling in my toes and fingers.
"Here we are," Kellam sighs in relief as he pushes the door open with his shoulder. "Safe and undetected."
We return to the garden shortly after and it's like nothing changed. The garden lays undisturbed as if we never left. The tranquility of the balcony contrasts the havoc in my mind.
There's an army coming this way and we aren't prepared in the least. Ylisstol is going to fall and Emmeryn is going to be captured and...and...
Why?
Why does that have to happen? It shouldn't. I can't! I don't want it to!
I...Wait.
It doesn't have to, does it?
I-I know it's going to occur. And what if...what if we had the time to assemble a resistance together? Also there's...!
"Kellam!" I practically shout his name as I whirl around. The man jerks back and nearly falls over. "I need you to answer something!"
"Okay?"
"I know this is completely random but how long ago did you get that letter from Raimi?" The wheels in my head are turning, computing everything we have at our disposal. His answer can make or break this.
He steadies himself as he answers. "I received it just a few days ago."
"Did she say exactly when the wave of reinforcements for the Risen extermination would be here?"
Kellam looks off to the sky. He gets a sort of dreamy smile as he speaks. "Yes. She's actually leading them here herself. I'll actually get to see her again in a week!"
Feroxi reinforcements! Here! That's a bit far off but better than nothing. If we have the time...Or if we can hold out behind the walls...
I grab Kellam by the shoulders and look sternly into his face. "Kellam, I need to you to listen real good to me. This is very, very important."
He cocks his head in confusion and leans down so we're eye level. "What's wrong? You're so serious all of a sudden."
"I need you to do me a large favor."
"What is it?"
I'm gonna do it. I've got to do it. This could very well change everything but I don't give flicks of a salt shaker. Enough is enough. I won't stand here and let anyone else die while I have the ability to do something about it!
Though I feel both giddy and ill at the same time, I lay out my white lie with a steady voice. "Something very, very serious just came back to me right now. After hearing what Phila said, I was reminded of it. Can you tell the Exalt about it?"
"Just the Exalt? If it's that important, shouldn't we tell the Captain as well?"
"Tell the whole damn continent for all I care. It doesn't matter who as long as it's someone in power."
Kellam tries to loosen his collar a bit and I realize I'm practically choking him with my death grip on his shirt. "I'll do what I can," he struggles out.
I ease off of him and let out a tiny apology before continuing. "So you know how I was fighting the one priest with those two mercenaries when we were attacked?"
"Sort of. I only know a little based off what Frederick told us."
"Okay, well the priest said something to me."
Shoot. When would he say something like this to me? Stall while I think of something!
"He said that...that..."
"Robin?" Kellam inquires at my hesitation.
Ah! I know! "So there was this point when he had me in nasty choke hold while the other two were down. He had me at a disadvantage, I tried to bargain with him in hopes it would allow the other two to recover. I said if he killed us now there would be no saving him. If he gave up, he could at least survive the night with his life intact."
"He laughed and said it didn't matter what happened to him. I pressed him, asking why. He said it didn't matter if he died because his brethren would avenge him. And if we locked him away, his friends would be here shortly to set him free. So he won either way."
"What does that mean?" my companion continues, more confused than before.
"What does it mean? Good question! See, after thinking about it, I had a thought. A bad thought. One that should be looked into."
"Okay?"
I get as serious as I can, fueled on by the desperation of the looming future. "Remember what he said Kellam? He said his friends were on their way. He was a Grimleal, right? And that means he's most likely Plegian. So wouldn't he mean there are more of his people on their way here?"
Kellam's narrow eyes open wider than I've ever seen. I think he's starting to get my point. "Like reinforcements?"
Yes! Yes! This is what I need! "Or more," I push with as ominous a tone as possible. "How many people do you think it would take to liberate a captive in a well-fortified castle?"
Kellam quickly breaks away and stands tall looking more knightly than usual. "An army," he utters as if it were the million dollar answer.
"Yeah. That's what I thought." I try to sound hopeful as if thinking for the best just to keep the ruse going. "I mean, it could be nothing. He could be trying to scare me. But why say that specifically? So maybe, just to be safe, someone could scout out? It would make me feel better anyway that I told someone. Even if it was an empty threat. That way all our behinds are covered."
"No! I understand. We should never underestimate anything at this point. Especially if it could be that serious! It's a good thing you remembered."
"Yeeeeeah," I drawl. In a more sarcastic whisper to myself, I murmur, "Lucky me."
"I'll talk to the others and we'll approach someone today. I don't know if we could handle another surprise attack like that."
"My point exactly," I confidently nod.
"Alright. I should go then if I want to get your message out," he says while backing up hastily to the door. That's an amazing feet of dexterity given his size and shape. Before he exits, he gives a warm grin. "It was wonderful to see you again Robin. I'm glad we were finally able to visit."
My heart skips a little. I stutter at the sheer friendliness of his comment. "I-I think I'm glad too. Thanks."
"Feel better! We'll be back soon and we'll let you know everything!"
Kellam speeds out and I'm left alone. I'm overwhelmed by this numb disbelief at what I just did. It was incredibly spontaneous and happened so quick that I can't believe I actually did it. I ease myself back down on to my pillows and lean back to look at the clouds above. The fluffy cotton balls drift aimlessly about with no cares at all in the world. Once upon a time, that was me.
Now I'm doing stuff like subverting catastrophic events with foreknowledge I gained in another dimension.
That actually sounds pretty cool. High-five to myself for sounding like a sci-fi hero.
Realistically though, I can't help but fidget in place. I don't regret what I did at all. Emmeryn's life is precious to Ylisse and its people. There's no way I'm letting her kick the bucket when I can stop it. I just can't help but wonder now. I just opened up a can of worms. The time line can very well take another nosedive into a complete other direction. I suppose that isn't that much of a worry at this point. With Lucina's talk of "cycles" and how different they all were, me changing this one is no different.
A tiny laugh escapes me. That's rather ironic.
Here I am, the third Robin to inhabit this time line and I'm still doing the same thing. Altering time from its original course. The difference between me and them however is that I'm not doing it for selfish gains. Keeping Emmeryn alive is vital to the nation, not the personal agenda.
Things have to change somewhere cause the old ways obviously haven't worked. Still, I can't stop being vigilant. There's still so much left that's unknown. I guess the best place to start is to continue where I left off.
Who were you Robin? And where did you go?
A/N: Hey look, it's the other Shepherds! Finally! It's about time I brought the spotlight back to them. Sort of a transition chapter but I needed to do something light-hearted after all the doom and gloom. Interesting developments though, right? Looks like Robin is about to play her first strategic move in the grand scheme of things. I wonder what this will do? Anywhoo, Happy Valentine's Day to you all. Enjoy some sweets!
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Forgetful Dreamer – Hey no worries. That's why I update the status when I can. Gives people an idea so they aren't left in the dark wondering if I forgot or something, ha ha.
Yeah, sorry it's so dark. I aim for realism and the mental struggles with the more serious stuff is something I didn't want to ignore. It's vital steps in development for her character but it won't change her overall nature. As she heals, she'll go back to her old self albeit a little wiser and mature.
Lucina will confront Robin soon enough so you'll get your answer there. As for the Shepherds in a whole, their reactions will come to light depending on who finds out, if anyone does. It all depends on what our disgruntled captain decides to do with the information. And you're guaranteed to see all of the adult Shepherds (Tharja, Gregor, Cherche, etc.) at least. I'm keeping the rest a secret for plot reasons I'm afraid.
Arthogawa – Having the little spat is something I saw as unavoidable. Since the beginning, the two have always had this sort of close but distant relationship. Chrom's tried to find out more about Robin and figure out what he can do to help her but she's never reciprocated proper. She's essentially an enigma and he has no idea what to do with her. That's why he's done things like drill her for personal interests, try to honor her "traditions" as to not disrespect her, etc. Her rash actions essentially frustrated him to a breaking point and he didn't know what to do with her anymore. It's not what he intended, hence the apologizing. And then the truth comes out just barely and...well...we'll just see where that goes.
But, very good prediction you made because that's what I was going for. Robin's been so caught up in the politics that it's hard to get her to come back down and hang with the Shepherd's muscle. I missed writing them and this all worked well with the plot. They'll also be vital in helping her recover. In a sense, you are right. She's really a child in a whole new world and the old saying goes that it takes a village to raise one. Having all their support will help her move on.
King Keith – Yes, the feels were strong with this chapter. But you are so right! I always saw those two's relationship as something sort of indescribable. I guess the cheesiest and most accurate thing I could say would be soul-mates, and this is barring gender, relationship status, or otherwise. It's a bond that really can't be measured by anything else, you know? It's a crazy thing to tackle but this whole story is crazy so why not go with the flow!
And holy flip, thanks for indulging my joke. That was a beautiful response and I made myself the best darn slice of cake I could find. :)
Rizuiri/Amplifyingly Loud – Yoooo, that is one awesome review. Thanks for the compliments! But even more, thanks for analyzing! I'm happy someone wants to dig deep and conspire! I won't claim I'm the master at subtlety or mystery but it's fun to try! Obviously I can't deny or confirm anything for the sake of suspense but you made some lovely, lovely observations that made me excited to read. Clues are hard to place because this is a first person story. I have to build it around things that are less physical and more subtle in what people say or remember. You have to find what doesn't seem to fit or make sense and that helps lend new meaning to things. Someday I'll make a master post or something. Either way, thanks for taking such an interest in the mystery. I feel like I'm doing a solid job with one of the few genres I never felt comfortable writing. I'll consider that a solid win for my writing growth. Huzzah!
Titan127 – I hear you. I was horrible liar as a kid! I'd do something wrong and just ramble and ramble and eventually tell the truth anyway! And you're welcome! Glad you like it! Always be prepared for the unexpected in this story! Plot twists are my guilty pleasure!
ametoyuki – Ha ha, thank you! You haven't seen the last of that, I assure you. :)
A Shadow's Lament – Thank you. In truth, it took a lot of rewriting and research. Having never experienced anything that traumatic before myself (negating superficial little burns I get at work), I wanted to do my best to stay accurate and respectful of the situation. Neither of Robin's mental or physical scarring are matters to be flippant about.
But Anneliese though! She's rapidly risen to a favorite OC of mine. Something about a sweet matron who can nurse your wounds and simultaneously swing a mace at her enemy's face is awesome. Her development has come a long way and I've enjoyed making her quirks and personality grow. And on that note, the same goes for Chrom. I've been on a lot of forums where people criticized his character as being a one-dimensional archetype of the blue-haired Fire Emblem lead. So I made it a goal to pull out everything we know about him and round it out into something a reader can appreciate. He is the main hero after all! Unfortunately that includes highlighting the more tragic aspects of his personal life and a medieval setting overall. Maturity had to be reached at an early age and responsibility even sooner. I suppose his strength of character under such duress is something I really like about him though.
Anyway, thanks for reviewing again! I wish I could help but I want to stay mum on the clue giving! Good luck though!
Raiden312 – Yeah, that was another intense one. Back to back chapters even. Thankfully this one returned to the lighthearted fun we can appreciate. Heh, I also can't wait to see how things evolve between our two resident nerds. Or course relationships have ups and downs and I think it's important to show all aspects of them. Conflict is natural and helps humans understand and evolve with each other. Anyway, as always, thanks for reviewing!
Guest – Hello! And thanks for the compliment! It's always good to hear the story is still strong in the entertaining area. For you question, she hasn't forgotten! Robin just hasn't had time to explore the cards further in a safer setting. The initial plan was to summon them with Lucina when she could take them to a place their power wouldn't draw attention. The assassination plot just happen to throw a wrench into those plans. They'll pop up again when the time is right!
TheGiantRock – Thanks! As I reread chapters while editing, I do notice small changes here and there. It's exciting to watch progress happen.
As someone who hasn't dealt strongly with writing things like angst and loss, I tried to approach it as delicately and intelligently as possible. Nailing down Chrom's response was the harder of the two just because you have to wonder where his breaking point is in all this madness. After thinking about it, there's one theme that motivates him more than anything else. Family. I think once that becomes an issue, he has to draw his line somewhere.
Well, glad I haven't made her a sad wreck of her former self yet. It's hard deciding how to portray such depression because everyone is different in how they handle these things. You don't want to be too stoic because then she looks like she's just a brick wall with no emotion. But you don't want to get too over dramatic so she's a swooning hot mess. If it ever does get to be too much, slap me with a wet noodle and I'll get back to my senses!
Now excuse me while I barrel roll into the next chapter! Thanks again for reviewing!
Arashi – First off, congrats for taking up that reading gauntlet. It's taking me a day just to edit the old chapters! But good gravy, thank you! I'm still humbled anyone is stopping in to read, let alone display such favoritism for it. Much thanks though! The characters are the most important part so I put as much effort into them as possible :) I hope the new chapter was up to your liking as well.