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Final Yearning

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  Black smoke shrouded the area around them. Hands cupped tightly on their mouths and noses, Chrom and Robin bowed slightly to prevent the tainted air from slipping into their lungs. Although his lips were pressed cleanly, although his vision was horrifyingly blurred from the dusty atmosphere, Chrom tried to look around. Right hand firmly gripping on the grip of his Falchion, his left waved at his side, mentally pleading and searching for his wife’s presence.

  The dark cloud still lingered, thickened even, but that never stopped him from trying to take a look. “Is it over?” He finally asked, voice though rasped with coughs and gasps. Quickly he turned his head to the side, brilliant blue eyes finally spotting a certain tactician who was now kneeling and coughing at the corner of the tower.

  Dreadful fear and manic worry rooted in his heart. “Rob-!”

  SLAM!!

  “Ack-!” Before he could even think about running toward her, the ground beneath him crumbled to pieces. Swiftly he took a few steps backwards, body almost stumbling to the back from the shock and impact. Rough gust suddenly whooshed toward him, throwing him more and more off balance until a curse cracked through gritted teeth.

  “Nngh... Gyaaahhh...”

  A thick, gravelly sound wafted the air, trickling into his ears. With both hands now stiffly gripping his Falchion, Chrom took his stance; legs apart and slightly bent, shoulders broad and wide, and round eyes sharply focused on the enemy in front.

  He then saw something, a figure cloaked in black smoke. Puffs of the tainted smog circled around the unidentified figure, shielding itself from revealing its true form.

  “H-H…ow…” That voice once again slithered in the air, strident and cracking. A pair of bright, bloody dots of red popped from the ominous fog. Its gaze dropped at the great lord, glaring at him with such malevolence and bloodlust. “HOW?!” The ground shook upon its shriek; two jagged lines broke and spread under the red dots – eyes – as they did.

  His heartbeat raced violently, crushing his ribcage until breathing seemed impossible. Still, Chrom stood his ground. If he were to ever flinch even the slightest, he knew his life – and all that he ever loved – would be lost forever.

  “This is not YOUR WORLD...” Its voice croaked disgustingly, but then pitched demonically as the words “YOU SHOULD NOT be able TO DRAW UPON this kind OF POWER!” shattered closely into his ears. The dark air around it then elongated to huge fists, crushing the ground beneath them. SLAM! Another slam caused the ground to quake. SLAM! Another tremor caused his legs to give out.

  SLAM! Chrom swayed forward. SLAM!! His footing slipped backwards. SLAM SLAM SLAM CRASH SLAM!!!  

  And then, unfortunately, the final punch forced his posture to break. Down he fell to the ground, butt harshly scraped against the cracked, dusty tiles. “Argh!” he bellowed, the sound of his pained voice mixed with the loud PANG! of his Falchion. Clenched teeth tightened painfully, straining the muscles of his jaw. Faint, tearful eyes closed to a shut, then quickly snapped open out of fear and determination.

  However, that determination was miserably burned by fear itself when all he could see was its dotted eyes, eerily, closely glaring right into his very soul.

  “...Just wait.” Those jagged lines broke apart, drawing out black soot as it threatened. “I am NOT FINISHED with YOU YET.” The tentacles had transformed into claws, dragging and scraping all the way towards the prince. Its face was more and more disfigured by the minute, hollow red eyes vibrating maniacally and barbed mouth cracking up to its sides.

  Chrom tried to move. He tried to get away from the horrendous creature as quickly as possible. His hands slid for his Falchion. Bright blue eyes were perfectly glued on the monstrous image before him.

  To his dismay, before his fingers could even touch the cold metal of the sword, one of its claws took a tight grip of his wrist. Damn! Curse by curse echoed in his brain, for words were completely trapped by the bars of his teeth. Without a moment’s hesitance, Chrom held Grima’s claws and tried to pry it away.

  His actions were useless, if not horribly petty. In a blink, both hands were now tightly clutched by Grima. “AAARGH!” A scream finally broke through his mouth, lips then parted for air and angered mercy. The pressure on his wrists were pressed painfully, straining the muscles within and worse, threatening to break the bones that now felt brittle.

  Left and right he swayed. Up and down he kicked. “L-let-!” A hiss slithered, only to be cut off by another curse that was faint for the ears. “I. Said. Let-!” Chrom then shot his gaze forward – only to have those horrifyingly dotted eyes pinpointed a few inches away from his face.

  “No matter HOW YOU STRUGGLE,” Grima spat, its voice now stentorian that it actually sent shivers down the great lord’s spine. “I WILL-” A single tentacle – one that had shaped to a despicably sharp blade at its end – raised from above its head. “-see you-” That bloody tip aimed at him. “-DESTROYED!” A demented, hideously insane smile curved its gaping mouth to witness the oncoming death of the human. “Now DIEEEEEEE!”

  And just like that, Grima shot its makeshift blade straight at Chrom’s face.

  Everything was moving too fast. In a split second, all Chrom could ever think about, all he could ever see, was the hopeful eyes of his daughter.

  How he promised her that she would live a happy life; how he gave her hope that she so desperately needed; how he’d seen her face brightened up after all the scars and tears that wounded her beautiful face.

  Chrom didn’t know how, he didn’t even know it was possible, but at that moment, just before the sharp tip pierced through his skull and ended his life, he could feel something wet trickling down his right cheek.

  Everything was over. He failed as a ruler, a captain, a husband, and worse of all, a father.

  …Or so he thought.

  His eyes were still wide as they could be, but vision and realization didn’t occur immediately until Chrom realized that his head wasn’t split into two.

  Reality quickly dawned upon him, he cocked his head slightly and gawked forward. Silent gasps cracked out of his mouth to see the blade hanging inches away from his face. Beat by beat his heart thumped, pounded. Though his hands were still locked by its grasp, it began to loosen, further thickening the bafflement and confusion that took root in him.

  “Why…” He gawked breathlessly, irises shot left and right. “Why isn’t it attacking?”

  “...Run...Chrom...”

  He then heard its voice, wobbly and tremulous, nothing like what he had heard seconds before. “W-what?” he asked again, confidence now increasing just as much as the tone of his own voice.

  As if the sudden change of its behavior didn’t stun him, its actions did.

  Its claws retracted; its actions forcefully and shaken. Even when he was free from the clutch, Chrom cringed at the throbbing pain around his wrists. Though, without a moment to lose, he quickly regained his composure and reached for his Falchion. Still sitting on the dusty ground, Chrom aimed his blade forward, actually causing the fog-shrouded creature to slide a few steps back.

  Its eyes were still a blank red. Its mouth was just as a jagged, though he soon realized – much to his bewilderment – that the lines it formed were rather…mournful.

  “You have to...” It spoke again, voice just as clear, but was now echoed in a baffling ring of eternal anguish. “You have to…g-get away…from me…” Puffs of smoke slithered from its mouth as it looked down. The claws around it were never gone, yet they now twisted and turned in many directions.

  The more Chrom sat there, gawking at this terrible monster that had killed and murdered many, now pleading and whimpering torturously, the thicker disbelief grew inside him.

  “Wh-what…?” Quickly he shook his head, glossy blue eyes still gaping at the figure before him. “Wh-what are you talking about?” His Falchion still remained between them, ready, anticipating for the assault that would bring this to an end.

  “There's...no time...” It whimpered, wheezed hollowly. Left and right it shook, movement just as slow and painful. The claws scraped at the ground beneath it, simultaneously pulling back and reaching for the human’s flesh. A single arm of its shadow then moved to its face, vainly hiding the emotion that went rampant from within. “I don't want...to kill you...”

  Upon hearing such a thing, Chrom honestly thought that he was being delusional.

  “…I can't bear...” It then looked up, right at the face of the baffled man, “to watch you...” Word by word dripped agonizingly, trickling like drops of blood that showered from the grim sky. Its claw still cupped near its face, and it took all in its willpower not to shot a perfect blade right into the man’s heart.

  The more it – she – looked at him, the more it heart-wrenchingly hurt. “...die again...”

  Her tone was absent of its demonic shrill, instead lulled with a voice of a person whom he so dearly loved.

  And when he did hear it, Chrom almost felt like a knife had jabbed right through his chest. “No.” Whether or not he realized it, his body turned and moved on its own. “That voice…” Air replaced what he couldn’t continue. Shivers prickled his skin like little needles. Gasps pumped out from his lungs as a desperate attempt to breathe.

  As he stared at the clouded creature, as his eyes met its gaze – one that glistened with guilt and longing – Chrom could actually feel his vision splitting into two. “It can't be- Whoa!”

  Before he could ever finish his sentence, his body – and all of the other Shepherds – disappeared in a cloak of light.

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  You’re safe now… She watched as he disappeared, protected and safe from the death that almost grasped him. You’re…safe… Her jagged mouth quivered to a frown, then, just when she thought it would never happen again, the barbed lines curved upwards.

  That smile was sadly broken a wail, a shriek that shattered the ground and sky. I…I did…i-it… Knowing that her dying soul was fading like a flickering flame, she stood still as the claws and shadows around her swerved and burst maniacally.

  Death was approaching near. And yet, even when she knew her soul would be gone forever, even when she knew she would never again see the face of the son she loved and the dear daughter who had grown and fought valiantly to prevent this grim future she’d created, a faint spark of joy glinted in her. I’m so happy…I get to see you…one…last…t…ime…

  And just like that, Robin’s spirit perished under the grim sky.

END
"Heh. You know, the woman who used to control this body loved your father. She would have died to protect Chrom. And in sending Chrom away just now, her spirit has finally perished."

fukc u grima. fukc u and your fricking dragon ass.

this was from a dlc map called future past 3 and fuckign hell i dont ever wanna watch the video ever again
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This is so sad.

There is one thing that's been bothering me about the ending to the main story when Robin sacrifices herself...
They're all saying things like 'We have to believe she's out there' etc
and I'm like..

uhhh guys, Morgan is still here, which means she's definitely still alive ._.
Seriously, did none of them realise that? :iconfacepalmplz: