Author's note: Hello anybody who reads this story. This is my first story ever. The inspiration hit me for this story when I wanted to read a story with Robin (m) and Olivia romance. I waited for somebody to write a story about Robin (m) and Olivia, but I never received one so I took matters into my own hands and wrote my own story. All comments and criticism are accepted.

It was a dark day for the shepherds. The shepherds had just attempted to save Emmeryn, but the tables were turned at the last second when Aversa summoned an army of risen to crush Robin's strategy.

The shepherds were forced to run for their lives. The failure haunted both Chrom and Robin. Their heads were swimming with thoughts of their failure. "Dammit, I should have been stronger. I should have been a better leader. I should have been a better brother," the words echoed in Chrom's mind. Meanwhile, different, but similar words echoed in Robin's head, "Gods, I should have thought have a better strategy. I should have predicted the unpredictable, it's my job to predict the unpredicted. I'm the tactician of the Ylissean army. Why didn't I predict that Plegia would send in backup?"

The shepherds had been retreating for quite sometime now. It was raining, well-suited for this moment. Chrom suddenly stopped and turned around looking in the direction of the battlefield they had been fleeing from.

"Why are you stopping the carriage is just through the ravines. Answer me, Boy." Basilio asked.

"Sorry, I am coming. I am just thinking about Emmeryn," Chrom replied.

"Listen here, boy. There is not a person in this army that isn't thinking about Emmeryn. We can grieve later, but right now we need to save that arse of yours. Ylisse doesn't need two dead royals. We're almos- Oh, damn," Basilio was interrupted as an arrow was shot that just missed his ear.

A tall, buff man with bull bones as armor called out to them. "Ylisseans! I offer you mercy! Surrender to me now and live. That last shot was a warning. If you surrender to me now, I will let you live. If you do not accept, I will not miss this time." The tall, buff man readied his bow. "Like hell we would surrender to the likes of you. How would we know if you won't kill us we lower our weapons," Basilio huffed.

"Emmeryn would not have wished for this to come to bloodshed," the tall, buff man who was obviously the general called out to Chrom.

"Don't you even utter a syllable of her name," Chrom yelled furiously.

"Your rage is understandable, Prince Chrom. All the Plegians heard her message. I do not wish to fight you, but the life of my family is at stake," the general replied with a tear in his eye.

Chrom then replied, "Very well I will make your demise swift."

The general replied, "As will I."

The shepherds all readied their weapons: Chrom drew Falchion, Robin pulled out his arcthunder tome from his pocket as lightning formed around his left hand.

"For Emmeryn," Chrom yelled.

"For Emmeryn," the rest of the shepherds repeated.

Robin devised a strategy in an instant right after surveying the terrain. "Chrom you are being paired with Sumia. You are okay with that right, Chrom. Chrom?"Robin asked then realizing Chrom already charged off. Robin saw that Chrom already started his assault on the Plegians.

"Chrom, come back," Robin shouted. Chrom couldn't hear Robin for his head was clouded by his rage. Chrom then took an arrow from the general in his back.

"Chrom," Robin yelled, "Chrom."