Twin Tactics

Chapter 1

"It is said that the most pious would pray for the enemies of the halidom. For at the height of their power, even my father feared the Grandmasters of Ylisse.

- Lucina Lowell, Exalt of Ylisse

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"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know."

Harsh sunlight fluttered two sets of eyelids before brown eyes cracked open and settled on the two heads of blue and blonde hair standing over them. A pair of gloved hands reached down in gesture and with a tug, hoisted them to their feet with startling ease.

"Are you two alright?" The man asked, his stirring blue eyes eliciting a strange sense of familiarity between the strangers.

Instinct dragged his gaze to the brown orbs by his side which were asking the same question. What was going on?

"Y-Yeah, we're fine Chrom," he began before falling into a wheeze. He felt like he'd just swallowed a bag of sand and now his throat scorched in regret. The silvery haired woman by his side moved closer and thumped a hand on his back as a small fit of coughs racked his lungs.

"Ah, then you know who I am?" Chrom questioned with a tinge of amusement meeting his lips.

His eyes glazed over as his brain attempted to pull forth an answer. How did he know who the man was? His head hurt, but more worryingly, it felt empty, like he'd lost something. A sinking feeling ached in his chest, he hadn't lost something - he'd lost everything.

Well, not everything, as he turned to the woman who was wearing a remarkably identical outfit. Her eyes carried a similar sheen of thought as they were slowly narrowing. Their eyes met once again, and somehow, he knew she was the same.

He desperately tried to recall something, anything, before an overwhelmingly nostalgic feeling washed over him. There were still no memories, but there was a bond between them. It was like a flame in empty darkness, a connection that he hungrily latched onto. He didn't need memories to hold on to family.

The shorter of the duo cleared her throat before taking over. "He- er, we don't. I think... we lost our memories?"

"..."

"What?"

A range of emotions were traded among their finders - three of them, now that a hulking suit of armor made its presence known.

"Preposterous, the idea reeks of deception," the brown haired newcomer rumbled, moving to stand an inch closer to Chrom.

"Frederick, while suspicious, if what they say is true, then they are in dire need of help," Chrom's look of resolution brought a frown to Frederick's own, the blonde girl giggling softly to the side.

"Yep! We can't just not help those in need," she chirped with so much optimism that even the walking suit of armor sighed in defeat.

"You two may have lost your memories, but do you remember your names?"

"Robin."

"Robin."

The air hung with a silent confusion - mostly on the side with their memories intact, the Robins merely glanced at each other before shrugging.

"This is getting ridiculous. Who gives their children identical names," Frederick scoffed.

His (most likely) sister leaned towards his ear conspiratorially. "I don't like this guy, Robin."

"Me neither, Robin."

Their whispering didn't go unnoticed by Chrom, who raised his hand in a gesture of peace. "Perhaps we should settle this at the nearby town. Maybe there we can figure out what to do with you two."