It was early morning when the band of Shepherds made it to the capitol. Once they reached the gate, the guards stopped them for a moment, only to realize who it was when they were close. They were immediately let in through the city walls.

"So this the capitol of Ylisse..." Robin murmured, taking in the sights. "I've never seen so many people out and about!"

"It seems as if the capitol has been spared the chaos from the forest." Frederick stated bluntly. "Thank the gods. I see no signs of the quake, which means that it was only within the woods.

"Well, that's certainly a relief!" Lissa beamed.

Just then, they heard a cry from one of the townspeople, announcing the presence of the Exalt. Binyamin looked in the direction the man was indicating, and was slightly surprised by what he saw. In the middle of the now parting crowd was a a young woman of resplendent features, wearing a fine leaf-green robe, a strange golden head ornament, which he could only assume was some type of crown, and a mark on her forehead. She smiled serenely as she waved to the people, who were kept at bay by vigilant guards. What caught Binyamin's eye however was the mark, as it was an exact match with the one on Chrom's right shoulder.

'Which means they must be related in some sense.' Binyamin mentally concluded.

"That is the Exalt, correct? The ruler of your people?" Robin asked.

"Yes. Her name is Lady Emmeryn." Frederick answered.

"Is it alright for her to be walking amongst commoners?" Robin questioned.

"The Exalt is the symbol of Ylisse itself, that being peace, our finest quality." Frederick explained. "Long ago, the fell dragon threatened to destroy the land, but the first Exalt joined forces with the divine dragon and laid the beast low. Exalt Emmeryn reminds us all of the peace we have fought for then."

"With Plegia's provocations, the people need her." Chrom picked up. "She is a calming presence, when some would otherwise call for war."

"She also makes for a great big sister!" Lissa happily announced.

"Oh, yes, I'm quite sure sh-" Robin began, stopping as she considered what she heard. "Wait, if that's the case, then you're...?

"The prince and princess of the realm, yes." Frederick deadpanned. "You remember Chrom's name, but not his title?"

Robin then blushed slightly at the knight's jest, looking at the three with incredulation.

"You said that you were Shepherds!" she argued.

"And so we are...in a manner of speaking." Chrom said. "We just so happen to have a LOT of sheep."

"C-Chrom! Prince Chrom! Please forgive my horrid manners!" Robin exclaimed, becoming flustered.

"Relax, I don't care much for formalities. Chrom is just fine." Chrom replied, smiling.

"I had a suspicion about where you are in the hierarchy of your little kingdom." Binyamin spoke up. "The Exalt's presence had essentially proved it for me, what with the mark on her head and your shoulder."

"Indeed, Binyamin." Chrom said. "What you see on my shoulder is the Brand of the Exalt, a mark that signifies the pact the first Exalt had made with the divine dragon, and has since passed on through each descendant."

"I see..." Binyamin began. "I'll have to ask more about that later."

"Well, how about we meet up with the Exalt?" Chrom asked. "She is currently making her way to the palace as we speak. Would you like to meet her?"

Robin simply nodded her head as an answer, then everyone turned to Binyamin for his answer.

"I don't see a reason not to, given my current situation." he stated, shrugging his shoulders.

The group then made their way through the streets and into the palace. They navigated through a series of hallways, until they came upon a hallway leading to a large, grandiose doorway, which was currently closed. Frederick pushed open the doors and allowed the others to go in, closing the doors behind him as he entered. As they were walking through the walkway, they spotted Emmeryn near a throne, with a woman in plate armor next to her, most likely a body guard. The Exalt smiled as her siblings approached followed by Frederick and the two strangers.

"Lissa, Chrom, I'm so glad to see you both safe! Welcome home." Emmeryn greeted. "Oh, and good day to you, Frederick. How have you all fared?"

"Well-we wouldn't have to worry about bandits, at least for a while." Chrom explained rubbing his head.

"Wonderful. And what of our people?" Emmeryn asked, concerned.

"Safe as can be, Emm." Chrom responded. "But we are in need of more border guards. The brigands crossed over from Plegia."

"Forgive me, milord." the guard spoke up. "I should have sent some Pegasus knights to help secure the border."

"No need to worry yourself, Phila." Chrom said. "Your duty is the protection of the Exalt."

"Besides, we had plenty of help!" Lissa said, smiling.

"Ah, you speak of your new companions behind you?" Emmeryn asked.

"This is Robin, she fought bravely against the brigands at our side." Chrom introduced, gesturing to Robin. "This is Binyamin, and he helped us save a woman from the brigands leader, and single-handedly took care of reinforcements beforehand. I have therefore decided to make them both Shepherds."

"I see." Emmeryn said, turning to the two new Shepherds. "It seems as if Ylisse owes you both a great, debt. Thank the both of you."

"P-please, milady, the honor is mine, truly!" Robin stammered.

"Think nothing of it." Binyamin answered simply.

"Lady Exalt, forgive me, but I must speak." Frederick stated. "When we have happened upon Robin, she claimed to have lost her memory and has little recollection of her past. The problem is, it is just that, a CLAIM. We cannot rule out the possibility of her being another brigand or possibly even a Plegian spy. "

"Frederick!" Chrom exclaimed, disliking his position.

"The same can be said of Binyamin." Frederick continued, pointing towards the warrior. "He claims to hail from an entirely different continent altogether, one apart from Ylisse and Valm. I have yet to see any evidence to prove his case."

"I see." Emmeryn said. "Yet Chrom has taken them in regardless. Do you trust these two, Chrom?"

"They have proven themselves to be honorable and trustworthy by saving lives." Chrom responded, smiling. "They have my support to their claims."

"Very well, then I shall put my trust in them as well." Emmeryn answered. "But thank you, Frederick, for your prudence, as always. It may prove useful in the future."

"Milady." Frederick said, bowing. "Phila, I assume you have reports of the creatures we came across last night."

"Yes, milord. There have been sightings all across Ylisse." Phila replied.

"Chrom, we are about to hold a council." Emmeryn stated. "I was hoping if you could join us."

"Of course, Emm." Chrom said.

With that, Chrom, Phila, Frederick and Emmeryn made their way out of the throne room and to the council.

"Well, I think that's our cue, guys!" Lissa said, smiling. "C'mon, there's a place I want to show you guys."

She then led the two new Shepherds out of the throne room. They walked through more hallways and decorative rooms, until they found themselves outside once more, yet within the palace walls. Lissa then lead the two to an area with equipment of various types strewn about, from rations to weapons to practice dummies.

"This area is the official garrison of the Shepherds!" Lissa announced. "Go on, make yourselves at home."

Immediately some of the people there had started to gather around Lissa, and one particular young woman dressed in fine garments approached her.

"Lissa, oh dear sweet Lissa!" the woman nearly shrieked. "I was practically on pins and needles worrying over you!"

"Oh, hey Maribelle." Lissa responded nonchalantly.

"'Oh hey' yourself!" Maribelle hissed. "I've sprouted fourteen grey hairs worrying about you!"

"Aww, you worry too much." Lissa giggled. "I can handle a battle or two. Though I can do without the bugs and venison barbeque..."

"Hey squirt, where's Chrom?" A blonde haired man with no shirt on asked, approaching the scene. "I bet he had a rough time out there without the Teach and his trusty axe!"

"Teach? Is that what you've come to calling yourself now, Vaike?" Lissa questioned. "Here I thought people were born without wits. It can be taught, too?"

"Hah! Never doubt the Vaike!" Vaike proclaimed. "...Wait, was that an insult?"

Lissa chuckled at Vaike's expense as the man tried to figure out what she meant by that. Then, a lady in light pink plate armor walked upon the group.

"Excuse me, but could you perhaps tell us when Chrom will return?" The woman asked, concern on her face.

"Oh, poor Sumia." Maribelle commented. "She had been beside herself with worry. Her eyes were watching the horizon throughout training. She may receive less bruising with her eyes covered."

"Aww, you worried about big brother, Sumia?" Lissa asked, smiling. "That's so sweet of you."

"W-well, Chrom is our leader, and prince!" Sumia rationalized. "It would be reasonable to become worried."

"So, who's the strangers?" Vaike asked, changing the subject.

"Well, no one's stranger than you Vaike, I'd like to introduce you to Robin an Binyamin!" Lissa said estatically, gesturing to them. "Robin helped us with strategies and tactics, which were really good, so Chrom has appointed her as our tactician. And Binyamin was simply amazing with a sword! Not to mention his extreme skill with magic, and he can even use miracles!"

"Oh yeah? Well, can they do this?" Vaike questioned.

He let out a long and disgusting belch that permeated the air with a rather odorous stench.

"I can say I won't be winning any belching matches, but it's still a pleasure to meet you all." Robin said, covering her nose.

"Same here, I can certainly say I'd be no match against you in the art of belching." Binyamin grimaced, fanning the air in front of him. "As well as be lacking in any grace whatsoever."

"Ugh, really Vaike, must you and your fellow baseborn oafs pollute the air itself with your buffoonery?" Maribelle questioned. "And Binyamin, though you don't mean to, you shouldn't talk to him that way, you'll only serve to encourage him. Especially you, Robin! I'd have thought a lady such as yourself would be cut from finer cloth."

Maribelle then walked off with a 'hmmph', either to attend to other business or simply to get away from Vaike, leaving Binyamin and Robin slightly confused as to what happened.

"Please forgive Maribelle, Robin." Sumia spoke up. "She can be rather slow to warm up to people."

"Or she'll burn up too quickly!" Lissa followed up. "But yeah, she's one to have to take time with."

"I can agree to that." Chrom spoke up, strolling up to the group.

"Glad to see you two are already getting acquainted with the Shepherds."

Upon seeing Chrom, Sumia immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Ah! - captain, you've returned!" Sumia spoke up. "I-I mean we-" before she could finish her sentence, she tripped upon something, causing her to fall forward. Before she could be personally acquainted with the ground, however, Binyamin reacted by catching her by the shoulders, supporting her until she got back to her feet.

"Sumia!" Chrom exclaimed. "Are you alright? Is it those boots again?"

"No, no! well, yes, but-*sigh*" Sumia said, exasperated. "It's nothing. Thank you Binyamin for earlier, though."

"Ah, don't mention it." Binyamin replied.

"All right then..." Chrom said, turning to the rest of the group. "I've just received word that we'll be traveling to Regna Ferox in the morning."

"Regna Ferox?" Robin asked, confused.

"A unified kingdom north of Ylisse." Sumia answered. "It's inhabited by barbarians, or so it's said."

"Warriors are what they are." Chrom corrected. "We'll be needing their strength to quell this new menace."

"Isn't this a matter of politics?" Robin questioned. "Shouldn't the Exalt be going instead?"

"Under normal circumstances, yes." Chrom explained. "However, given recent events...well, the people would worry should my sister suddenly leave the capitol. So the task has been handed to us."

He looked at the group in front of him before addressing the matter.

"Now, keep in mind that this task is voluntary." he began. "So, if for any re-"

"I volunteer!" Lissa exclaimed.

"Me too! You'll be needing the Teach for such a delicate mission!" Vaike piped up.

"Umm, I'll tag along as well." A man in absurdly large plate armor said meekly.

"I-I, umm..." Sumia stuttered, looking downward.

"Yes, Sumia?" Chrom asked.

"It's just that, this is my first mission..." Sumia stammered. "I'm not sure if I'm ready yet. I'd probably just get in the way."

"Are you sure, Sumia?" Chrom asked. "Well, you could stay behind the main group if we come across any trouble, then just watch and learn? The choice is yours, but some lessons can only be learned on the battlefield."

"Well, if you think that's fine..." Sumia said.

"Just stay by me and you'll be fine." Chrom responded.

"Oh, yes!" Sumia exclaimed excitedly. "I-I mean, yes sir! I'll do just that!"

Chrom nodded his head in satisfaction, then turned his attention to the new recruits.

"How about you two, then?" Chrom asked. "Will you join us?"

"Well, you've appointed me as your tactician for a reason, Chrom." Robin said, smirking. "It would be rather pointless if I didn't tag along."

"Same here." Binyamin chimed in. "Would be a damn shame to not come along. I'd especially love to see these Feroxians. They sound a lot like the Nords back in Tamriel."

"Well, I'm glad to have you two aboard, then." Chrom replied, smiling. "On a side note, I'd like to learn more about your home, Binyamin. It sounds very interesting."

"I'll tell you about on the way there." Binyamin answered.

"Right." Chrom agreed. "Alright, everyone, let's move out!"

The traveling party made their way out of Ylisstol, heading northward towards the nation of Regna Ferox. The group was lead by Chrom and Sumia, with Binyamin, Lissa and Robin following behind them. Frederick was behind them, taking the middle, while Kellam and Vaike were last. Binyamin was currently talking with Chrom and the others about his homeland.

"What would you like to know?" Binyamin asked.

"Well..." Chrom began. "I'd suppose I'll start with what your province and people are like."

"Ah, you wish to know my people's history?" Binyamin inquired. "Very well. I'll start from the beginning. Long ago, thousands of years from now, my people, known as Yokudans, did not live within Hammerfell, or Tamirel for that matter."

"What?" Robin questioned. "Where were they, then?"

"They lived on another continent altogether, albeit one much smaller than Tamriel." Binyamin explained. "This continent was called Yokuda, which my people were named after. The land itself was a harsh, unforgiving wasteland, and this taught my ancestors to embrace strength and perseverance."

"That sounds awful." Lissa spoke aloud. "I take it then your people left because of it."

"No." Binyamin said. "I'll explain soon enough. Anyways, as I said, this environment taught my ancestors to be strong. They have done so by developing and honing their swordsmanship. They became so skilled in the way of the sword that it essentially became their way of life, and thrived because of it."

"So they lived and died by the blade, eh?" Chrom asked. "Sounds like our Feroxian neighbors."

"Well, I wouldn't say so, based on what's been said about them." Binyamin said. "The Yokudans were defined by the art of swordsmanship, by war, by culture, and even by faith."

"Faith?" Lissa asked. "You mean they worshipped their own weapons?"

"Not necessarily." Binyamin stated. "The people saw the sword as a symbol of might from the gods, and their holy practitioners therefore were considered to be the best swordsman. These elite warriors were called the Sword-Singers, and were the most prestigious among Yokudan society. The greatest of the Sword-Singers are figures of legend; the Ansei."

"Ansei?" Robin asked, creasing her brow in confusion.

"In my people's tongue, it means "Saint of the sword."" Binyamin answered. "The most notable amongst them was Frandar Hunding. He was a legendary figure amongst my people, and even to the other people of Tamriel. It was he who lead my ancestors from Yokuda, and to settle on the continent of Tamriel."

"Why would he do that?" Sumia questioned.

"Because due to some great calamity, the continent of Yokuda was swallowed by the ocean." Binyamin replied morosely.

"What?" Chrom inquired, shocked by what he heard.

"No one knows for sure what happened, but my people say it was due to a civil war that occurred beforehand." Binyamin explained. "Anyways, after Yokuda was claimed by the sea, my ancestors, under Frandar Hunding, made landfall in what would later be called Hammerfell. It was, much like Yokuda, a desert wasteland filled with dangers. My ancestors were not deterred, however, and quickly tamed the land, slaying any beasts that would otherwise harm them. After my people claimed the land, we quickly set our borders and warded off our neighbors, prefering to live independently from everyone else."

"Why would they not want to work with the neighboring provinces? It seems like it would be a good idea to me." Lissa asked.

"My ancestors were a proud people, Lissa." Binyamin replied. "They valued self sufficiency highly, regarding the other races as weak and unworthy of attention. That is, until the Empire came and conquered Hammerfell."

"Empire?" Chrom asked, sounding concerned.

"Yes, the Empire, led by a man known as Tiber Septim, who would go on to conquer all the provinces, uniting Tamriel under one banner." Binyamin said. "However, he feared that the greatest challenge would be conquering Hammerfell. That was not the case, however. Before Tiber Septim and his legion stepped foot upon Hammerfell, the land and it's people were devastated by civil war."

"What?" Robin questioned, staring at Binyamin in shock. "What would cause them to go to war with each other?"

"Political matters, I'm afraid." Binyamin responded bitterly. "You see, upon settling the land, the people essentially split into two groups; the Crowns and the Forebearers. The Forebearers are the group of Yokudans that landed in Hammerfell first, making way and conquering the territory for the Crowns, who are essentially the nobles and royals that came later. The Forebearers came into contact with the native people, and saw their potential, both for economic purposes and in fighting prowess. They were more open minded and wished to be more open with the natives, but the Crowns did not wish to do so, seeing such an action as something that will lead them astray from their traditions and values. They have waged war against each other as a result."

Binyamin sighed as he recalled the history lessons of his people. He remembered them well, as they were apart of his studies to become a great warrior.

"Goodness, I'm sorry to hear that, Binyamin." Robin said comfortingly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, don't worry a about it." Binyamin stated. "Its history now at this point. The two groups have come together since then. All it would take for that to happen is a common enemy, it would seem."

"What do you m-" Lissa began, but was interrupted as Chrom brought the group to a halt, hearing something coming from behind them. They turned to see three individuals running up to them, two of whom wore plated armor and held spears, while the other one wore leather and wielded a bow.

"Oh, thank goodness we made it in time!" One of them breathed out, exhausted from running.

"Stahl? Sully?" Chrom asked, addressing the armored units. "Did you come here to join us?"

"Yes, sir. We came as soon as we heard." Sully responded. "We had received word that you had left in the morning, and came as fast as possible."

"No kidding." Stahl complained. "I had to skip breakfast in order to keep up!"

Lissa turned to look over at Vaike with an annoyed scowl.

"Vaike, you're the one who was supposed to tell everyone about the mission." She deadpanned. "Did you forget to tell them about our mission?"

"The Vaike never forgets!" Vaike proclaimed. "I just don't always remember, is all."

Everyone stared at Vaike with complete unamusement as a result of what he said.

"Ugh..." Lissa groaned. "I swear, you'd end up forgetting your own name if you weren't constantly spouting it out! Speaking of memory, did you remember to bring your axe this time?"

"Hey! That was one time!" Vaike retorted. "Well...twice, but training sessions don't count! See, I've got it right here. Well, it's good to have you here, Stahl ol' buddy."

"That makes one of us at least." Stahl sighed.

"So, you're Stahl then. Its a pleasure to meet you." Robin said, offering a smile.

"Right. Robin, Binyamin, this is Stahl, and the other one here is Sully. They are some of our finest units." Chrom explained, introducing them.

"Hey." Sully said nonchalantly.

"Its nice to make both of your acquaintances." Stahl said, smiling. "Miriel, one our mages, told us that there were two new Shepherds. In our ranks. She should catch up soon."

The group, after making acquaintances, got ready to continue on their journey. However, as they were nearing a bridge, they found themselves surrounded by dozens of the creatures that attacked them before.

"Curses!" Chrom swore. "The Risen have already spread this far?"

"What in Ruptga's is a Risen?" Binyamin questioned.

"We needed a name for this threat, so the council gave them one." Frederick explained.

"Remember what we're up against, people!" Chrom shouted.

"Hah! They'll remember the Vaike when I drive my a-" Vaike began.

He stopped mid-sentence as he tried to find his axe.

"My axe! I can't find my axe!" He exclaimed.

"This isn't the time for games, Vaike." Chrom warned.

"I'm serious!" Vaike said. "I just had it here a second ago!"

"Keep to the rear, then, for the battle is nigh!" Chrom replied.

He turned to Robin in order to consult with her.

"Alright Robin, whats the plan?" Chrom inquired.

"Hmm..." Robin hummed. "I think that our units should pair up, as a means of covering our weak spots by providing support."

"I see." Chrom said. "Alright, Frederick, you're with me."

"Of course, milord." Frederick responded.

"As much as I dislike it, I'll watch over the rookie here." Sully said, gesturing to the archer, who smiled dreamily and nodded his head.

"Guess that means me and Lissa will be together, then." Stahl stated, standing next to Lissa.

"Right. Binyamin, you won't mind pairing up with me again, right?" Robin asked.

"Wouldnt mind whatsoever." Binyamin replied, smirking.

Robin smiled in response, before turning her attention to the Risen. They slowly drew closer in droves, then suddenly bursting with speed, splitting ing smaller groups. Five went straight for Chrom and Frederick, engaging them in heavy combat. Three went after Stahl and Lissa. Stahl jumped in front of the princess, taking a blow from an axe wielding Risen in the process. He yelled in pain, but quickly retaliated with a downward stroke, cleaving the monster's head. When it lay dead, the other two quickly descended upon them. Before they could act any further, though, Sully jumped in and impaled one of them with her spear, the archer taking out the other with an arrow shot through the head.

"Thanks for the assist!" Stahl stated gratefully.

"Don't mention it." Sully said simply, turning away.

Soon after, another five Risen rushed forwards, attacking Binyamin and Robin, this time with a handful of archers. Robin quickly dispatched one with a Thunder spell, cutting down another with her sword. Binyamin raised his hands, electricity coursing through his palms as he aimed for two Risen. He fired two powerful streams of lightning at them, reducing them to ash in moments. Robin looked in shock as he did the same for the archers, destroying them in seconds.

'How is he doing that without a tome?' Robin though to herself. 'What kind of magic does he know?'

Any further thoughts were interuppted when she saw one remaining Risen rushing at him to his right, Binyamin apparently none the wiser. She stepped in and deflected the Beast's strike with her sword, which she plunged into it's chest, killing it. Binyamin turned and saw what she had done, turning to her with a look of gratitude.

"My thanks, Lady Robin." Binyamin stated.

Robin lightly blushed when she heard him call her lady.

"S-sure, no problem." She responded meekly.

Binyamin then jumped in front of her, blocking an arrow with his shield. He jutted his hand forth and shot a fireball at a small group of Risen archers, obliterating them in a massive explosion. Robin gawked at him for a moment, before sighing.

"I really need to figure out how your magic works." she muttered.

"Perhaps I could show you sometime." Binyamin replied. "For now, use what you know."

Once the nearest Risen were cleared, they marched forward to the bridge, finding more blockading it.

"These seem to be the last of them." Chrom said. "Lets cut them down!"

"You got it, boss!" Vaike spoke up, brandishing an axe.

"Wait, when did-?" Lissa began.

She wasnt able to finish her sentence though, as Vaike brazenly charged forward, raising his axe over his head to cleave one of the Risens heads off. The other Risen immediately started swarming him, taking blows from his axe swings in the process.

"Damn that fool." Robin grumbled, opening her spellbook. "Let's give him support!"

The other warriors charged into battle against the Risen, cutting down the ones nearest Vaike. Binyamin cleaved through three Risen with one slash of his blade, which released a blast of radiant energy, burning the Risen forces and causing them to flee.

"The enemy has been routed!" Binyamin yelled, holding up his sword, "finish them off while they flee!"

The other Shepherds wasted no time chasing them down and killing them. As soon as every last Risen was slain, the Shepherds took a moment to recuperate. A few members were currently scolding Vaike for his recklessness, especially Lissa, who made sure he had an earful of what she had to say.

"Where did you even get your axe, Vaike?" Lissa questioned. "I thought you said you lost it."

"That would be my doing." A feminine voice spoke up, gaining the group's attention. "I found it laying beside a tree, and figured someone misplaced it."

The voice originated from a woman in long robes, wearing a pointed hat and wide rimmed spectacles. She looked over the group inquisitively, before setting her eyes on Vaike.

"I made sure to return to the buffoon, before warning him of what will happen if he misplaced it again."

"Oh, Miriel!" Stahl exclaimed. "I'm glad you were able to make it. For a second, I thought you weren't coming."

"I was uninformed of the fact that the party had left this morning, so I came as soon as possible." Miriel explained.

Lissa glared at Vaike once more, causing the man to look away sheepishly. Miriel turned her attention to Binyamin, staring at him with an inquisitive curiosity. Binyamin caught her staring, feeling a little irked from her gaze.

"Can I help you, miss?" He asked.

"I would like to know more about your magic." Miriel replied. "From what I have seen, you have fought like a warrior, yet you were also able to cast spells."

"Umm, that doesn't really seem like anything special. Robin here could do the same thing." Binyamin pointed out, gesturing to Robin at his side.

"Indeed, but something caught my eye when I saw you doing so." Miriel said. "When you were casting spells, you weren't holding any spellbooks."

"Wait, what?" Binyamin questioned.

"Yeah, now that I think about it, it is rather odd that you weren't using one." Robin chimed in. "Just how different is your magic compared to ours?"

"Apparently really different if you ask me." Lissa spoke up. "I still can't figure out how you're able to use miracles without a staff."

The three women stared at the warrior expectantly, wishing for an explanation. Binyamin sighed as he started rummaging through his pack. He pulled out three books, two of a grey-brown color with a fiery symbol on their covers, the third sporting a gold color with a bird as it's symbol.

"These are spellbooks from my land." Binyamin explained. "Two of them are Destruction type spells, while the third is a Restoration type spell."

"Restoration?" Lissa asked, looking at the gold book.

"Healing and light magic, essentially." Binyamin said, handing the book to her. "Go ahead and read it."

Lissa looked at him incredulously, before looking down at the book. She opened the book to look inside, only for the book to light up and disappear in a flash of light. Lissa stumbled back in shock, rubbing her eyes as if they were irritated.

"What happened?!" Robin exclaimed, looking at Lissa worryingly.

"She has just learned the novice level Restoration spell called Heal." Binyamin elaborated. "Once you open the book, the spell will automatically be ingrained into your mind, destroying the book in the process."

"What is this weird feeling I'm having in my head?" Lissa questioned, rubbing her temples.

"That would be the Magicka that you have unlocked." Binyamin answered.

"Magicka?" Miriel inquired.

"It is what my people understand as the magical energy required to cast spells." Binyamin said. "Everyone has Magicka, though many have lived their lives without using it. Their is a finite well of Magicka that people can draw upon within themselves that, once depleted, will take some time to replenish. People can increase their Magicka through practice and time using spells."

"So then I just..?" Lissa began, holding her hand.

It began to glow in a golden light that coalesced around her entire body.

"Whoa..." Lissa whispered.

"So, anyone could essentially learn magic where your from?" Robin asked.

"Pretty much." Binyamin said. "Though there are those who are better at it than others, like with any skill."

"So, what about those two books you are holding?" Miriel inquired, pointing at the two in his hands.

"These are two of the three novice level Destruction spells." Binyamin replied. "One allows the user to spew a stream of flame from their hand, while the other does the same, except with electricity. They are called 'Flames' and 'Sparks', respectively."

He looked at the two magicians before him, looking into their curious eyes before asking

"So which do you want, then? I only have these two on me, just so you know."

"What?" Robin asked, bewildered by his question.

"I said which do you want?" Binyamin repeated.

"I'll take the Flames spell." Miriel said.

"Here you go, then." Binyamin replied, handing her a tome. She then made her way away from the two, going off to somewhere quiet in order to study the tome.

"I-wha-you..." Robin sputtered, looking at the both of them incredulously.

She sighed and simply took the other tome that Binyamin was offering.

"Alright, I may as well take you up on your offer, then." She murmured, opening the tome. As soon as she opened the book, her mind was flooded with arcane knowledge as the spell was burned into her mind. She gasped as she dropped the book not the ground, clutching her head as it was feeling strange. It wasn't painful or unpleasant, but rather empowering, as if she had become stronger in some way. The book that she dropped dissipated into a pile of ashes before her, before being blown off by the wind.

"Why don't you try it out for yourself, Robin?" Binyamin inquired.

"Umm, alright, then." Robin said, shaking her head.

She stretched her hand forward to an open field, summoning forth the magical energy within her. She felt the same strange sensation within her mind, a slight tingling feeling at the back of her head. Her fingertips began crackling with electric power, and she shot forth a stream of lightning from her palm, striking a tree a dozen feet away from her. The trunk of the tree began to burn from Robins electric current, and she cut off the flow of energy before she set it ablaze.

"Well done, Lady Robin." Binyamin praised, clapping his hands for her.

Robin lightly blushed when she heard him call her lady again, as well as praising her.

"Thank you, Sir Binyamin. Your words do me great honor." Robin replied, bowing slightly to him.

"Aye. With a shrewd mind for swordplay, strategy, and the arcane arts, you must surely be some kind of prodigy." Binyamin continued, giving her a kind smile.

"A-again, thank you for your kind words." Robin stammered, looking away as her blush darkened.

"Alright, everyone, we're going to move out in the next five minutes. " Chrom called out. "Make sure you're fully prepared when we do."

Binyamin turned to Chrom as he finished his announcement, before turning back to Robin.

"I guess we better get ready then, Lady Robin." Binyamin spoke before gathering his items. "Hopefully we won't run into more trouble on the way to this Regna Ferox."

"Indeed, Sir Binyamin." Robin replied, her blush receding. "I wonder what Regna Ferox will be like, though."

"I suppose we'll find out soon enough." Binyamin said. Once the Shepherds had gotten their items gathered, they continued on their way to Regna Ferox. As they marched onwards, however, they heard something strange.

"What is that?" Lissa questioned, furrowing her brow.

"It sounds like the cries of a horse." Binyamin commented. "It's coming from over there."

He pointed to a large boulder forty meters away from their position.

"Lets check it out." Chrom said.

With that, the group went over to investigate the boulder, checking what was behind it.

"Is that what I think it is?" Lissa asked.

Before the group stood a horse, one decorated in armor. Something that caught Binyamin's eye however was the fact that it had wings, much like a bird's. He had never seen a horse with wings before, the closest thing he could compare it to was the unicorn he found in the forests of Cyrodiil, but that was essentially just a horse with a horn on it's head.

"Yeah, that's a pegasus alright." Chrom answered. "Seems to me that it's hurt. Let's have a look here..."

Chrom approached the creature, only for I to frightfully lash out at him.

"WHOA! Easy there, girl, easy!" Chrom exclaimed, drawing back.

"Captain, a moment, please!" Sumia called out.

She rushed over to him, but had tripped over a rock and fell face first into the ground. She picked herself up and dusted herself off, apparently unharmed.

"Sumia! Are you alright? Is it those boots again?" Chrom asked, concerned.

"No! I mean yes! I mean...(sigh)." Sumia responded, exasperated.

"Well come no further, then. This beast I crazed!" Chrom warned.

"It's alright, captain. I can handle this." Sumia said. "Shhhh...its okay, I won't hurt you. You'll be okay."

She petted the winged horse soothingly, causing it to whinny softly, finally calming down.

"Shhh..." Sumia soothed, caressing the pegasus's mane.

"Wow." Robin whispered. "How did she manage to calm it so quickly?"

"That's so incredible Sumia!" Lissa squealed.

"I've never seen anything like this." Chrom spoke, smiling.

"Oh, it's nothing, really." Sumia stated. "I just have a way with animals, it seems."

"I should say so!" Chrom agreed.

"Alright, you guys should go on ahead, I'll take care of her wounds." Sumia said.

"We can wait for you, Sumia." Chrom said.

"Thank you, but I'll manage." Sumia replied. "Time is precious, especially when all of Ylisse is in peril."

"Well, alright, then. Take care of yourself Sumia." Chrom said.

After that, Chrom and the Shepherds reorganized themselves and continued on their way to Regna Ferox, entering into a frozen tundra within an hour's travel. Several of the Shepherds started shivering from the biting cold of the lands, Lissa especially.

"Brrrrr! Frebrick, I'm f-freebing!" Lissa shivered, holding her arms together.

"Be sure to stand beside my horse, milady. She'll shelter you from the wind." Frederick said, chuckling.

Soon the group has come across a massive fortress, slowly approaching the main gate.

"So this I the fortress?" Robin asked, staring at the gate.

"Indeed. This is the Longfort. It stretches along the border of Ylisse and Regna Ferox." Chrom explained.

"The Khans that rule over Ferox have grown rather wary of foreigners." Frederick stated.

"I imagine this is due to Plegian influence?" Binyamin spoke up.

"That is likely the case." Frederick agreed. "However, don't mistake lack of hospitality for open hostility. It's a simple matter of diplomacy."

"Well, negotiations aren't exactly my strong suit, but I'll do my best for Ylisse." Chrom stated. "Remember everyone, your actions reflect back on Ylisse."

As they approached the gate, a voice called out to them.

"Halt! Who goes there?" A feminine voice spoke. A woman clad in heavy plated armor appeared above the gate.

"In the name of House Ylisse, I seek audience with the khans!" Chrom shouted, approaching the gate.

"Not another step, lad! I've lancers at the ready!" The woman replied.

"Hold milady! We are not your enemy!" Frederick spoke up. "Exalt Emmeryn herself has sent us to discuss matters of mutual interest."

"My only interest is keeping you out of Regna Ferox, brigand!" The woman shouted.

"B-brigand? Now see here-" Frederick began.

"You think you're the first "Ylisseans" to try and gain entry?" The woman interuppted. "I have authority to fell such imposters where they stand."

"How dare you!" Frederick snarled. "You are in the presence of Prince Chrom, the Exalts own blood!"

"Ha! And I'm the queen of Valm." The voice jeered. "You are aware that impersonating royalty is a capital offense, right? Hmm...perhaps we shall settle this the Feroxi way, then."

The woman turned her attention to Chrom.

"You fla to be the prince of Ylisse? Then prove it on the battlefield!" She challenged.

"Ergh...Emmeryn won't like this at all." Chrom began. "Please, good lady, if you would just listen-"

"I've heard enough!" The woman roared "Attack!"

Suddenly, the guards appeared above the gates and hurled their spears down on the group. Most have managed to evade, except for Chrom, Binyamin and Robin. Binyamin raised his shield and stepped in front of Robin to protect her, but realized Chrom was exposed.

"Chrom, get behind me!" He shouted.

The spears were already upon him, however, and he didn't have time to evade. He raised his arms above his head and gritted his teeth. Suddenly, Chrom was swept off his feet as the spears fell upon the ground he had stood upon. Binyamin and the other Shepherds looked up in awe as they spotted Chrom in the air, riding upon a pegasus, with Sumia reining it. Binyamin stared wide eyed at the display, then smiled as they landed. Chrom hopped off of the pegasus with Sumia following him.

"Oh, captain, I'm so relieved I made it in time." Sumia stated, holding a hand to her chest.

"That goes double for me, Sumia!" Chrom responded, visibly relieved.

"That was so amazing, Sumia!" Lissa said excitedly.

"Perhaps we should turn our attention to the Feroxians?" Frederick said.

"Chrom, there coming!" Robin warned.

"Alright, the Feroxi way it is then!" Chrom exclaimed.

The Shepherds took up battle formations as the Feroxians emerged from the side gates, flanking them.

"Seems they've got us in a pincer maneuver." Binyamin spoke up, eyeing the Feroxians.

"That means we'll have to divide our ranks to ward each side." Robin added grimly. "We'll have to let them come to us."

"Maybe not." Binyamin said.

"Whay do you mean, Binyamin?" Robin questioned.

Binyamin turned to Chrom.

"No killing them, correct?" Binyamin asked.

"I'd prefer we don't, yes." Chrom answered.

"Alright, I know a few spells that can help with that." Binyamin said. "However, I'll need someone to draw their attention away from me as I prepare them."

He turned his attention to Robin.

"You think you can help me, Lady Robin?" he asked.

"I think I can manage." Robin replied, drawing her sword.

"I'll provide assistance as well." Chrom stated, stepping forward.

"As am I, milord." Frederick said, standing beside him.

"Alright, we'll take care of things on this side, the rest of you hold the others off!" Robin commanded.

The other Shepherds nodded, turning their attention to the other Feroxians. The Feroxians charged at Binyamins group, which prompted Robin and the others to jump in defense. Binyamin channeled the Magicka within him, creating an orb of green light I each hand. He shot his hands forward, casting the orbs into the enemy. Two were hit, suddenly ceasing momentum as they skid across the ground. The other Feroxians stopped in their tracks, looking at their fallen brethren in shock before they were frozen up as well.

"Hurry now!" Binyamin yelled. "Knock them out while they're still paralyzed!"

The others nodded and went forward, knocking each one out with blunt force. Robin turned to Binyamin with a questioning look.

"What was that just now?" she asked.

"Paralysis, an expert level Alteration spell." Binyamin promptly answered. "Let's deal with the rest of these Feroxians, Lady Robin."

Binyamin turned and fired spells at the other Feroxians, paralyzing them and allowing the Shepherds to finish them off quickly. The Shepherds gathered together and entered the fortress through the west side, defeating enemies left and right. Binyamin hurled Paralysis spells at the enemy, while Robin used a combination of Thunder and Sparks to electrify them into unconsciousness. Chrom slammed the side of his blade into Feroxian heads like a club, leaving them knocked out. As the Shepherds fought their way to the center of the fortress grounds, the armored woman from before stepped forward.

"Hold it!" The woman yelled. "You must fight me! I, Raimi, captain of the Longfort patrol guards, will test your word through combat!"

"Lady Raimi, please, we don't wish to bring more harm to your guard." Chrom began. "We don't need to fight."

"I will not accept no for an answer, brigand!" Raimi said stubbornly.

Chrom sighed as he rubbed his brow in frustration.

"I guess she won't listen to words." he surmised.

"Don't worry, captain, I'll be sure to make her see reason." Binyamin spoke up.

Chrom looked at Binyamin incredulously.

"You would wish to face her, Binyamin?" Chrom inquired.

"By myself, preferably." Binyamin replied. "I'll make sure not to kill her."

Binyamin stepped forth to Raimi, who narrowed her eyes at him.

"You're the most troubling out of your group, with all of your strange spells." Raimi muttered. "You would challenge me on your own?"

"Indeed I shall, captain Raimi." Binyamin spoke confidently. "I won't even use any magic, or even my blade."

This proposal shocked the Shepherds, who were trying to figure why he would put himself at such a disadvantage.

"You intend to face me with nothing but a shield?" Raimi questioned. "You must be very brave or very foolish."

Binyamin said nothing as he took a battle stance, holding his shield up.

"Let our battle sound out the truth of your words!"Raimi roared.

She charged forward, driving her javelin at Binyamin. The Dragonborn swiftly blocked her attack, then blocked another aimed at his side. Raimi continued jabbing at Binyamin, trying to find a weak spot in his defense. As the two fought, Robin was trying to figure out what Binyamin was trying to pull off. She then noticed that his shield was glowing, and for every strike it took, it glowed brighter.

"What in the world...?" Robin whispered, confused.

Binyamin raised his shield to block an overhead swing from Raimi, delivering a punch to her face. The blow sent her tumbling backwards, gripping her jaw in pain. Binyamin smirked, for now he could use Auriel's Shield to its fullest effect. His shield, now radiating with light, was brought in front of him as he took a running stance. He then bolted forward, charging at Raimi at surprisingly high speeds. He slammed shield first into Raimi's abdomen, before knocking her off her feet by the shields effect, unleashing a burst of light and a booming sound similar to the roar of thunder. The resulting charge sent Raimi flying, crashing hard into a wall four dozen feet away from the center, leaving a massive crack. Everyone witnessing the event went wide eyed and slack jawed by what they saw. The center was silent save for the billowing wind. Raimi groaned loudly, trying to get back on her feet, but stopped as an audible pop was heard, making everyone cringe as she fell on her hands and knees. Binyamin approached Raimi, stretching out his hand, then enveloping her in radiant gold light. Raimi blinked at what happened, then looked up at Binyamins in bewilderment. Binyamin smiled as he offered his hand to her.

"Sorry about that." Binyamin said. "Just felt like I needed to make sure you got the facts straight in our fight."

"You..." Raimi began, then took Binyamins hand and got back to her feet. "You were right. You are with the Ylissean royalty."

She turned her attention to Chrom as he walked forward.

"I apologize for my actions earlier, Prince Chrom. I truly mistook you for brigand imposters. But no frauds could ever wage a battle like you and your group have!" Raimi said, bowing her head to him. "I will send word of your arrival to the capitol and escort you there personally."

"That would be most appreciated, thank you." Chrom replied, offering a small smile.

She then walked off, giving Binyamin a cursory glance before moving forward.

"Wow, her whole demeanor changed." Robin said.

"In Regna Ferox, strength speaks louder than words." Frederick explained. "I should have known better than to overestimate the power of diplomacy here."

"Speaking of strength..." Robin began, looking at Binyamin. "What was that you did back then? You nearly sent her flying through a wall!"

"Oh, that would be my shield, Auriel's Shield." Binyamin said, holding up his shield. "It allows me to absorb the strike of an enemy's attacks and release it in the form of a powerful shockwave."

"Auriel?" Lissa asked.

"Basically the elven interpretation of Akatosh, the Dragon God of Time." Binyamin explained.

"So, wait..." Robin began. "You mean to tell us that you're wielding some kind of divine relic?"

"Well, yes." Binyamin said nonchalantly. "The circumstances in which I had gotten this amazing shield though comes with a long story. The same thing applies to the blade at my side, Dawnbreaker."

He gestures to the shining sword on his right side.

"So that's what your sword is named?" Chrom asked. "Fitting."

"I swear, the more I get to know you, the more out of this world you sound." Robin sighed.

'You're more right about that statement than you realize, Lady Robin.' Binyamin thought to himself.

"In any case, we should get going." Chrom spoke up. "We wouldn't want to keep the Khans waiting."

The Shepherds nodded in agreement, gathering their gear and following after Raimi into the palace grounds.