Hey guys! Another random fic by me! I'm just brimming with imagination!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem, the characters shown in this story belong to their respective creators.

Robin was injured as he collapsed from the loss of blood, Chrom goes right beside him and says.

"Just rest Robin, we'll take care of this. We'll see you later."

Robin sat there, sprawled over, bloodied up from his injuries as he saw Grima right before him, fighting the duo of Chrom and Lucina. Robin grit his teeth at the fight, though it looked close, he knew inevitable that it was Grima's win in the end. He tries to summon the strength to stand up.

"As much as I'd hate to admit it, but this isn't a fight you're going to win."

The world froze as Robin stood up slowly, with Naga making an appearance to Robin.

"Robin, are you sure about this?"

"I'm sure… Say, could you deliver my last words before I go?"

"What do you wish to say?"

"Chrom, I know that you've tried your hardest in avoiding this, but it's inevitable. I have made my decision, the burden of sacrifice is mine to carry, and it shouldn't be yours to make."

Robin looked at his marked hand and then his sword.

"I have foreseen this long ago, in my dreams. Every time I dreamt of this moment, I have relived my memories numerous times to see if there was any other way, to see if I could kill Grima without anyone dying, but it all ends up the same. Yes, I will die from this, to make sure that no one has to suffer anymore. Not the next generation and most definitely not you."

Robin then closed his eyes as he felt tears stream down his face.

"My body may crumble, my soul may leave, but these memories we made will never fade. Keep them close to your heart, because they'll be with you always.

Robin stared at all his comrades also joining in the fray. He takes a deep breath and sighs.

"Chrom, I know you don't want anyone to die. You hope that we all get to live to see the future that we fought for. But the person doesn't sacrifice himself hoping to see the aftermath, he does it hoping that it saves the day and that those he loves gets to see a brighter future."

Robin then opens his eyes and locks them onto Grima, with steel resolve and unbreakable determination.

"But that's all that the hero can do. Hope. He'll never see if it works, he'll never see if it actually helped. He'll never know if he saved the day. All he can do is have faith."

Robin' sword began to glow as he felt his resolve charge up his body.

"I know it doesn't make sense, but that's what true faith is. Believing in something that you do not see. I just hope that you all can see it for me. And be sure to let Morgan see it too."

Time is unfrozen as Robin charges at Grima. Grima was too distracted to even notice as Robin stabs him and runs him off the side. Chrom and Lucina's eyes widened as they realized what Robin was doing.

"Robin, no!"

Robin then fell with Grima as they began wrestling while they fell. Robin body begins to shine as pieces of him begin to disintegrate. Grima screamed as they fell.

"HOW!? WHY DID YOU DECIDE TO THROW YOUR LIFE FOR THESE FOOLS!"

Robin then plunges his glowing sword deeper into Grima, silencing him as they both disintegrated as they fell to the ground.

"Shhh… It's over now. Let me have this moment."

Robin saw pieces of him break from his body as if they were paper, leaving a figure of light through his body. His tears also disintegrated as he saw the giant figure of the dragon get smaller and smaller as he fell.

"I didn't think pain would be so irrelevant."

Robin closed his eyes as his falling body neared the ground, only to disappear into thin air, leaving behind only a show of sparkles, with only his tome and sword on the ground.

Though everyone had defeated Grima, it was a dark day as Chrom and the Shepherds scoured the land in search of Robin' body. Chrom knew that their bonds would bring Robin back and they had to keep searching. But his delusion is broken as he came upon Robin's tome and sword, on the ground, with no body or footprints in sight. Chrom then sees a light shine from the tome and sees Naga appear before him.

"He's gone."

"No he isn't! He's just… waiting! I know he is! Our bonds are too strong to just let him die like that!"

"Exalt… He knew of his end and he wanted to leave behind these words."

Chrom froze as he lent an ear to the floating, magical glowing orb that Naga conjured.

Chrom, I know that you've tried your hardest in avoiding this, but it's inevitable. I have made my decision, the burden of sacrifice is mine to carry, and it shouldn't be yours to make.

Chrom stiffened as he heard Robin talk solemnly about his decision.

I have foreseen this long ago, in my dreams. Every time I dreamt of this moment, I have relived my memories numerous times to see if there was any other way, to see if I could kill Grima without anyone dying, but it all ends up the same. Yes, I will die from this, to make sure that no one has to suffer anymore. Not the next generation and most definitely not you.

Chrom felt his eyes water as he never paid attention to Robin' nightmares, dismissing them to be mere dreams rather than actual prophecies. How Robin spent every moment trying to see if there was a way for all of them to make it through alive.

My body may crumble, my soul may leave, but these memories we made will never fade. Keep them close to your heart, because they'll be with you always.

Chrom picks up the tome and sword from the ground. Chrom grit his teeth, angry that Robin had to be the one to take the brunt of everything, even though it was never his fight to begin with.

Chrom, I know you don't want anyone to die. You hope that we all get to live to see the future that we fought for. But the person doesn't sacrifice himself hoping to see the aftermath, he does it hoping that it saves the day and that those he loves gets to see a brighter future.

Chrom curled his fists as he listened to those words. He failed. It was so unfair, the one who was never meant to fight their war, the one who suffered the most, never got to see the difference he made. He felt a bit teary as he listened more.

But that's all that the hero can do. Hope. He'll never see if it works, he'll never see if it actually helped. He'll never know if he saved the day. All he can do is have faith.

"No, Robin… You didn't have to do this…" Chrom choked out as he felt his heart sink, before shouting. "We could have gotten through this together! It doesn't make sense!"

I know it doesn't make sense, but that's what true faith is. Believing in something that you do not see. I just hope that you all can see it for me. And be sure to let Morgan see it too.

Chrom let go of the orb and dropped to the ground. He smashed it in frustration.

"No. NO. NO! Robin! Why you!? You didn't deserve to meet your end like this! I should have ended Grima faster! It shouldn't have been like this!"

Chrom didn't get up for a few hours.

The Shepherds anxiously waited for the news. Brady sat as his father shook in his seats

"Hey Pop, you seem pretty jittery, what's the drag?"

"Just imagining the earful I'm going to get from your mother for not joining the search parties." Stahl sighed.

"Why didn' ya?"

"I had to help rebuild Themis! Your grandfather was quick to get the burden of his shoulders after the war. I tried to join many times, but the parties always manage to leave before I even ask to join."

"Heh, don't worry pops, I'm sure Robin ain't gonna hold it against ya!"

Everyone froze as they saw Chrom walk in with Robin's equipment and a glowing orb.

"What's the news?"

"We found Robin's tome and sword, and also something else we have to show you."

Chrom shows the orb as the message of Robin's last words still played. Everyone in the room couldn't handle it, Robin was truly gone. There was no magical bonds that were bringing him back. He knew his death was coming and he handled it with bravery. Everyone in the room felt distraught that their bonds weren't strong enough to bring Robin back. The women wept and the men hung their heads as they commemorated Robin's great sacrifice.

Few years have past and Chrom makes sure to keep Robin's memory alive, a great statue was built in the town square. A golden statue, showing Robin wielding a Levin sword in one hand and his Thoron tome in the other. The statue itself had a plaque, reading.

Robin, Grandmaster Tactician, Friend to Exalt Chrom and Savior of Ylisse

Other countries set up the same statues but with different plaques.

Robin, East Khan's Champion, Tournament Winner and Savior of Regna Ferox

Robin, The Rightful Ruler of Plegia, Man of Mercy and Savior of Plegia

Robin, Liberator of Chon'sin, Slayer of Walhart and Savior of Valm

But in Tiki's room in the Mila Tree, there was a giant stone statue of Robin holding a book in one hand, and a staff in the other. The statue read:

Robin, Servant of Naga, Slayer of Grima, Savior of the World

Tiki stared up the statue and sighed.

"You were a blessing to this world Robin, but it's sad that a blessing was used to destroy a curse."

Robin was a figure in history, all his exploits were told in colleges, with every single Shepherd giving their tale of the legendary tactician. Robin was legendary, his story achieved the same status as that of the Hero-King Marth or the Radiant Hero Ike. Though his personal life was purposely left in the dark, Robin's image cultivated a series of aspiring tacticians who look up to the mythical genius of this brave man turned champion. His name was always sung by bards in every festival, he had developed his own fan following, and his name was always kept in every historian's book.

The sun was hot that day and Robin wasn't used to so much heat. He feels someone's presence and thinks he's in some sort of danger. He subtly holds onto his Levin sword and draws it, only to be parried by a familiar sword.

"Looks like he's awake!" a muffled voice said.

Robin's blurry vision makes out strikingly familiar blue hair and the Falchion he knew and loved.

"C-Chrom?"

"Missing an "ia" there buddy!" the girl said as Robin's vision improved.

Robin found himself staring at a girl who's hair-style and style of clothing was too similar to that of Chrom. The single shoulder plate, the natural unkempt spikiness, hell, even the Brand of the Exalt was on her shoulder, the only difference being on the left shoulder rather than the right. It was her curvaceous figure that gave away the fact that she wasn't Chrom and if this woman wasn't Chrom then she should be close.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?"

"I just said it, I'm Chromia! You know, daughter of Exalt Lucina, wielder of the Falchion, namesake of Exalt Chrom..."

"Looks like Lucina's creativity with names hasn't changed..." Robin thought with amusement.

"Wait! What happened to Chrom?"

"You mean grandpa?" the girl asked, tilting her head. "He left the throne early to take a long journey to gods know where."

"What year is it?"

"Huh? I don't understand your question mister!" the girl replied.

Robin had to rephrase that carefully.

"How many years has it been since Grima's defeat?"

"Is this a history lesson? Oh! Oh! Oh!" Chromia chirped excitedly. "I remember, I remember!"

"Looks like Chrom, acts like Lissa."

"It's been sixty two years!"

"THAT LONG!?"

"Anyway, I just found you here while I was flying on my pegasus. She's tired now, so I can't give you a ride. And I sort of went without an escort, hmm..." Chromia said before examining Robin a bit closer, making him feel uncomfortable. "Say... You look familiar."

"I haven't really met you yet, so..." Robin said before being cut off.

"Aha! I remember! You look JUST like the legendary tactician Robin!"

"I'm sorry? Legendary?"

"What? You've been living under a rock or something? I thought you were one of those Robin fanclub nuts!"

"I'm sorry, but can you explain how this Robin got legendary?"

"Easy! The guy sacrificed himself to kill Grima, so grandpa made a memorial to him, commemorating him as a great hero."

"Okay..." Robin replied awkwardly before thinking. "I was expecting the afterlife, not this."

"So are you a descendant by any chance? Maybe you're a son of Hierarch Morgan, or some long lost descendant through some bastard son." the girl speculated rather oddly.

"Gods, this girl has quite the imagination.

"Er, well, you see..."

"Don't be shy! The Halidom's always ready to help another one of Robin's descendants!"

"Well... You see, I'm Robin."

"Robin Jr.? Robin the Second? Robin III? Your parents weren't really creative with your name I gues–"

"No, you misunderstand, I'm not a descendant of Robin. I AM Robin."

Chromia could only stare blankly at him as Robin started sweating under his cloak.

"Maybe I was too straightforward with that one."

Hey guys! This is some idea I had in mind for a long time. Sorta based off the ending of RvB Season 13.