Fire Emblem/Super Smash Bros - Invisible Ties [Book #3]

Chapter 6 - I've Heard of a Legend

Day after day, night after night, Robin travelled as far as his legs would let him go. Since the village had crumbled by the hands of the Grimleal, many more places were being targeted in order to find Grima's past vessel. Even though he had gone through something similar to this with the shepherds, the tactician was terrified, possibly even more so than his younger sister.

Occasionally, the two siblings would pass villages that had already fallen victim to the wrath of the worshipers. And if they were lucky, one or two houses would still be standing despite the mass amount of damage it had taken. Robin took the chance to occupy the house for the time being, until their strength returned.

"What's gonna happen to us?" Iquissa would ask countless times.

"Nothing bad, I promise."

"Promises don't work though...."

Robin's heart ached every time she would talk like that. It only made him wish he were there to protect his family when she needed it most. Robin thought hard, as he tried to think of an alternative. "Well... how about a pinkie promise instead?"

"Pinkie promise?"

"Yeah! It works like this..." Robin held out his smallest finger and explained that these types of promises were the most powerful type in the world. "You say what you promise, and then you hold each other's pinkie, like you're locking it away so it can never be broken."

"Oh! Okay," Iquissa replied, intrigued.

"I promise that nothing bad will ever happen to us."

"Pinkie promise?" Iquissa made sure Robin confirmed.

He smiled. "Pinkie promise."

Like some unfathomable power that Iquissa had never felt before in her life, she was positive that this was going to be the first promise that would never be broken. This was a pinkie promise, after all.

In that moment of silence, distance cries and explosion-like noises echoed across the twilight sky. The clouds drifted across like flames painted by the hands of wicked blood, and it wasn't long before smoke filled up their senses.

"Stay inside, Iquissa." The girl obeyed while her brother went outside to scope the scene. The noises that they could hear were far off and were nothing too much to worry about, but this was the Grimleal destroying everything in order to find their most prized possession- the tactician himself.

Robin retreated back inside and attempted to create some sort of barricade with the debris lying around the burnt down village, since the door had vanished from sight.

"What are you doing?" Iquissa asked.

"Making a door. You can't have a house without a door, after all. That's just silly!" Robin tried his best to lighten the situation, and smiled when he heard his sister giggle.

Before he knew it, his younger sister had found some stray planks of wood and started laying them against the old doorframe. They worked together like they were unstoppable, even for such a "small" task.

Once they were finished, all of their energy really had been sucked out of them. They made themselves comfortable with Robin's cloak and some stray leaves for makeshift bedding. The sun had wholly disappeared behind the horizon, and total darkness fell upon the fallen village.

"Robin... it's really dark..." The white-haired tactician rummaged his hands around for his tome of Bolganone, and held Iquissa close to him as he created a fire in front of them.

"There. Now we can see again." Seeing the way his little sister was snuggled into his side as much as she could, Robin knew that she wouldn't be sleeping any time soon. But she was in desperate need of it, as the dark rings under her eyes showed everything he needed to see. "Hey... do you want to make a song? Just for the two of us?"