Premonition

They were running towards the enemy standing in front of the sacrificial altar; a tall, skinny sorcerer, blazing with dark power, purple flames dancing off his flesh.

One had his blade held horizontally in a two handed grip while he followed the other, tome wielding man in dark robes similar to the sorcerer's.

"You fool!" The sorcerer's voice called out. A blast of magic tore across the cathedral like hall- and another man, one with somewhat unkempt and spiky white hair centered his vision on his blue haired friend as he brought himself up to his feet. It was a fight, and a fierce one at that- but one that'd close soon.

The man threw a blast of lightning, saying some archaic phrase towards a blast of magic, triggering an explosion, and the perpetrator, a sorcerer, teleported away. When the sorcerer reappeared a ways away, he looked at the robed man with a critical eye. "Hm."

"This is it," The man's friend said, "our final battle." He held two swords, a Silver blade, and Falchion, the Sword of the Hero-King Marth: this man was of Royal Blood. "You're one of us, Robin, and no 'destiny' can change that." The prince said, acknowledging the friendship shared between the two. "Now let's kill this dastard and be done with it!"

Robin nodded "I couldn't agree with you more. He deserves Death after what he's done to Her." He motioned for his friend, to move closer. They both ran in unison towards the sorcerer.

"Hahaha!" The equally wicked looking and sounding sorcerer laughed insidiously, "Why do you resist?"

"Good…he's almost within striking distance!" the prince said, drawing Falchion from its sheath.

"Gyaha! You cannot unwrite what has already been written!" The sorcerer laughed and opened his tome, which was inscribed by six eyes.

"Think again!" the Prince said, slashing at the sorcerer, spilling his blood on the cathedral floor. The sorcerer quickly responded with a blast of magic that flew past the prince and Robin, blowing apart a column, but doing no real harm. The prince seized the opportunity immediately, and plunged his sword into the sorcerer's chest.

"What have you—"; the Sorcerer's eyes fell cleanly on Robin's as he fell to his knees. "THIS ISN'T OVER! DAMN YOU BOTH!" he yelled, flinging one final blast of magic at the Prince, but Robin shoved the man out of the way, and took the hit himself. Pain filled his body, and he collapsed, but with the Prince's help, he was soon on his feet.

"Are you alright?" The prince asked, looking at Robin. "Yeah...I think..." "That's the end of him." He said, as the Sorcerer's body came into Robin's view, engulfed in a purple flame. "Thanks to you we carried the day… We can rest easy now… At long last." The prince said with a smile. It was then that Robin felt this throbbing sensation, something overcoming every bit of his being. His vision blurred, and his eyes started to glow an eerie magical red. 'No! I will not lose control! I won't...Gah!' "Hey- hang on!" the prince exclaimed as he looked at Robin.

The next thing Robin knew he had fired a blast of magic through the Prince's chest. He looked at his former friend- and saw a terrible look on his face- pain, sorrow, and above all, shock. It was absolutely horrifying, yet, Robin felt nothing as he watched his friend begin to collapse; his magic had burned a hole through the prince's body: it was a mortal wound.

"This… is not… your fault." The prince said, trying to console Robin in his final moments. "Promise me you'll escape from this place… please… go." He choked out one final sentence before collapsing to the ground, dead.

Robin felt his pulse race as sorrow overcame him, and all he could do was back away as a terrible laugh that was not unlike that of the sorcerer's rang mockingly in his ears.

~Another Dream~

Run. Nibble on what is left of the stale bread in your shoulder bag but Don't. Stop. Running! Find Big Brother. Protect him. Help him. Warn Him!

A young female woman, no more than twenty was running. Her skin was pale, paler than it should have been and covered with bruises and cuts. She wore dark brown trousers and brown boots that reached her knees. She wore a belt buckle vest on top of a torn shirt that was once white, now turned grey from lack of washing. On her left hand was a black and red fingerless glove, the one for her right hand torn beyond repair in her pocket. She also wore a long hooded cloak, much like the one Robin was wearing in the previous dream, but hers was blood red with golden patterns. On her left hip hung an Iron Sword and on her right lay her shoulder bag filled with who knows what.

Her face had a determined look; green eyes with dark circles beneath them were dull from lack of sleep. Blonde hair half braided in the back was ragged and mattered with blood and dirt. Her left leg was broken terribly, but she continued running ignoring the pain. Under her breath she kept muttering the same thing:

"Find Big Brother. Help him. Warn Him!"

She soon stopped. She was standing in the middle of a dirt road. She paused thinking, breathing raggedly, before pulling out her bloodied sword and walking… well limping, down the road to her left, using her sword as a cane. As she hobbled on, she began to sing a lullaby.

Sleep my Child, keep the Faith,

Rest my Child, and have no Fear;

Know, Dear Child, that you are Safe,

Close your Eyes, for I am Here.

Another voice, deep and soothing, finished the last line with her. She stopped, listening and heard the sound of many footsteps and horses' hooves. The sound stopped, and she heard a girl's voice. "Chrom! Look!" The girl looked up and gasped. A little ways in front of her were three men, a woman and a horse. The man next to the horse had brown hair and by the way he was dressed, was obviously a Knight of some type. The next man was handsome looking in the eyes of the girl. His blue hair and blue eyes captivated her, as well as the regal looking sword at his side. Her eyes widened at bit at the sight of the mark on his right shoulder and she inclined her head in acknowledgement to the fact he was of Royal Blood. Beside him was the woman she heard speak. She was wearing a yellow dress and her blonde hair was in two curled pony tails.

The last man… she gasped. He had brown eyes, pure white hair, and a purple and black coat like hers. The girl raised her right hand upon which was a purple tattoo of a six-eyed symbol. Reaching out towards that white haired man, she spoke three words.

"Big Brother… Robin…" The four stared in shock at the girl then at the white haired man, Robin, who did not take his eyes off the girl. "Big… Brother?" He said. The girl smiled but then her eyes rolled back into her head, and she collapsed on the ground.