Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem Awakening, all rights to the owners.

This fic was inspired by another fic called Multiverse by The Right Hand of Light, so credit to them for the general premise of this collection. See that story for a better execution of this general idea.

Starting off tame.

"Robin!" Chrom shouts, slicing into the valmese great knight with Falchion. The armored man falls from his horse with a gaping wound in his chest. "How do I stand against Walhart?"

"More speed, less skill, less strength!" He barks, letting fly a thoron. "Less defence and hit points too!"

"Damn." Chrom growls. "I'll need your help then."

"That was the plan."

"But someone needs to deal with those cavaliers!" Chrom protests. He ducks a lance from another great knight and buries Falchion into his shoulder.

"We can one-hit Walhart with a double attack!" Robin replies. "With him out of the way immediately, we won't need help to take out his entourage!"

The blue haired prince grimaces, clearly not liking this plan. "Fine! But for the record I hate this plan!"

"Noted and ignored!" Robin responds curtly. "Let's move! Time to tip the scales of this fight!"

Cursing to himself, Chrom scrambles after his tactician. He ducks axes and lances from the elite valmese cavalry. Behind him, Chrom can still hear the rest of the Shepherds engaged with the main force. The prince would much rather be fighting there than going directly to Walhart, he feels wrong about leaving his friends but Robin insists this is the best plan so Chrom goes anyways.

Robin has lead them through dozens of fights, the prince won't start doubting the man now. Besides, Robin cares about their friends too, he's never lost anyone. He won't start now.

"Walhart has a weapon called Sol." The white-haired man warns as they get close. The conqueror's imposing red figure is visible even behind the wall of metal that is his entourage. "That's why we need to defeat him before he can attack, or else Sol will heal him!"

"Right." Chrom nods. "You leading?"

"Always!" The man replies. "On three! One!"

"Two!" The prince calls, pulling away from another great knight and preparing to jump.

"Three!" Robin roars, launching a beam of lightning from his thoron tome. Chrom pushes off the ground, jumping high into the air over Walhart's bodyguards. Falchion shines with divine light as the prince calls on his royal blood.

"Ather!" Chrom yells, coming down hard on the man's head with his blade. He just barely misses the sword swing Walhart gives in reply, Chrom falling hard to the ground as it happens, and the prince launches the usual follow-up attack smiling with grim satisfaction as Falchion leeches energy from his foe and knocks him from his saddle with a gash across his head.

Walhart snarls at the prince and slowly rises to his feet. Chrom can hear Robin in combat with his entourage as the bluenette carefully puts Falchion between him and the Conqueror. "You think you've won?" The taller man scoffs, blank eyes staring into Chrom's blue ones. "You blow as if to douse a candle…"

"Your forces are broken." Chrom says, brows furrowed in determination. "Your army has turned on you. You are bested in combat. Surrender Walhart, and we will spare your men."

"Never." the man growls, pulling himself up to full height. Even without his mount, the man towers over the leader of the Shepherds. "We fight for the future of men, not one of us will surrender to you. Least of all me." He raises his head. "Men! Fall back to the castle, we make our stand there!"

He slowly walks backwards, keeping his eyes on me until he disappears into the shadows of the castle hallway. Chrom holds himself back from following; that would be a easy way to get ambushed. With great reluctance he turns around and helps his tactician who has been valiantly fighting the Conqueror's entourage this entire time.

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"You leveled up again Chrom." Robin tells the prince as they relax in the prince's tent later that day. "Hit points, strength, magic, skill, and luck."

"Still no resistance?"

"Nope." He shakes his. "You still have the magic resistance of an old sock."

The bluenette sighs. "I thought you said magic was my lowest growth?"

"It is, but it's like a die roll what you get. Even if your strength growth is really good, there's no guarantee you get another point on level up." The tactician explains apologetically.

"I know, I know, you've explained this before." Chrom chuckles. "How many times have I gotten resistance? Twice?"

"Once." Robin says, smiling. "You're still wearing that talisman, remember?"

"Yeah, I still have it." The prince nods, pulling the gold and silver piece of jewelry out from under his shirt. "You said it gave me two more resistance, right?"

"Yep." Robyn says with a dry smile. "From four to six."

"And that's pretty low, right?"

"Your sister has twenty."

"Uh-"

"Frederick, who has the same growth than you, has ten."

"Well-"

"Vaike has seven, and his growth is less than half of yours."

"Okay, okay…" Chrom coughs. "But it's not like I have any control over this."

"That's true too." Robin acknowledges. "I just hope we find some more talismans. You could get killed in a single hit by any mage we come across. It's a miracle you haven't died yet. If it weren't for that promotion to Great Lord giving you an additional two more you would still be at four."

The prince just smiles. "I appreciate you keeping me alive then."

"Of course." The boy scoffs. "What sort of tactician would I be if I let our leader die?"

"By the way…" Chrom says slowly. "What about your stats?"

"Me?" Robin repeats, blinking. "Uh…"

"Come on Robin." Chrom grins. "There's gotta be something you're bad at too."

"No."

"Rob-"

"No, I'm serious." The man says sheepishly. "I capped most of my stats a while ago. Only luck isn't finished, but it's still at thirty."

"What?" Chrom blurts, eyes wide.

"So, uh, yeah. I'm actually ridiculously powerful."

"How powerful?"

"I could have taken on that entire battle by myself." The boy admits. "I let you guys fight just so you don't feel useless."

Chrom blinks slowly. "Wait, so-"

"I could kill any of you in one attack without breaking a sweat." Robin says bluntly. "Sword or magic, doesn't matter."

"I'm glad you're on our side."

"So am I. You guys are nice to be around."

"Have I ever told you that you're slightly terrifying? You know exactly how easy it is to kill someone by looking at floating numbers above their head."

"I debated not telling you when we first met." Robin admits. "That's why I waited until we got to Ferox, I was mulling it over in my mind."

"That's fair enough." Chrom chuckles. "I probably wouldn't have believed you until I saw how effective your strategies were."

"Always having a good idea of who'll win any given fights is pretty useful for warfare." Robin say cheekily. "Who would guess?"

"Ha ha." The prince says, rolling his eyes. "I just hope you won't have use for that ability after we defeat Walhart. Two wars is more than enough for our lifetime."

"I'll drink to that." Robin agrees. He rises out of his seat and rummages around in one of his chests for a moment, pulling a deep blue bottle out of it. "Feroxi firewhisky. Been saving this for an occasion. Drinking to our upcoming victory sounds like a good enough reason."

He pours two glasses, and they clink them together. "To victory and peace!" Chrom shouts, downing the drink.

Robin grins, holding his glass above his head. "To peace and victory!"

Make no mistake, this is not an original concept on my part. The Right Hand of Light did this before me, and I encourage you to look at their story called Multiverse (it focuses more on different personality traits and situations than different gimmicks, but is otherwise just a better version of this collection).