PRE STORY AUTHORS NOTE: God, my first story on here after reading fanfics for so long. I finally grew some balls and tried my hand at writing. This is gonna suck, isnt it? Well, if you're reading this, you're probably coming along for the ride with me. Welp, wish me luck!

And with that out of the way, allow me to present, DaedalusFlights' first ever story:

Chaos, Magic and the three identical swords

Chrom liked to think of himself as a very prepared person. His close friend and Grandmaster Tactician Robin made sure of that. Only he could predict the impossible, and allow the Shepherds, a group of very close allies to Chrom, a clean cut path to victory. Even when things got hopeless, Robin's relentless energy and unwavering hope gave even the most ruthless of enemies pause. But the time for war has long since passed, and after their final battle atop the fell dragon, Robin vanished. Only after two whole years did bbn he come back, laying on the same plains he first met Chrom in. Now, theee years have passed since Robin's return. Ylisse had their exalt standing proud, and Robin was right with him. But this story is not about Robin or what he does after this, no. This story is about our favorite Exalt and his strange story, about time travel, many old friends becoming new again, and a ripple in the course of the future.

Chrom was packing his things, preparing for his favorite time of the year: Vacation time! He made sure to bring all of the necessities, got his Exalted Falchion in its scabbard, and headed off with his family to the outrealm gate, located on a secluded island about 3 miles offshore. Everyone was ready for the time of their life. Over the Ocean they went, arriving at their destination within a day. Chrom went forward, ready to head through the Outrealm Gate. And yet, Something felt off.

Little Lucina, at this point having been through 8 years of her life, and holding her future self's hand, was chatting the day away with their mother, Sully. Kjelle, age 5, and her future self were off somewhere, looking at weapons together, made by a legendary weaponsmith. Chrom was the first to be reafy to leave this realm for a while, gathering the rest of his family for a beachside resort stay.

But, As everyone else made it through to the other side, Chrom felt that something was wrong. Very wrong. And as he stepped through the Gate, his first thoughts were: 'I'm pretty sure that the beach resort doesn't look like Southtown square.'