The Wings of Despair, the Fallen Dragon, Grima, pursued Lucina on her journey through time to prevent his resurrection. Upon arriving in that era, his Vessel, Robin, lost all his memories and fell unconscious.

Found by Chrom, the current wielder of the Falchion and the only weapon capable of harming Grima, the Fallen Dragon had already been sealed away by the weapon in the past...

Chrom and Lucina's last hope was to fight from Grima's back and destroy his humanoid form resembling Robin. With Naga's blessing and the Falchion's power unleashed, there was a chance.

Or so they thought... Grima quickly sealed the Robin of that era inside her... and subdued her. Grima's full power was unleashed as he became one with Robin.

The battle... no, it wasn't a battle, it was a massacre. When you regained consciousness, or at least when you thought you did, you were face to face with Grima. "You're lucky... her memories are interfering with me..." Grima's finger caressed your lip, wiping the blood away.

What had once been a sweet gesture from the Robin you knew, wiping the blood from your lip with a cloth, turned into a sinister one. Grima brought the finger with your blood to his mouth. "It's still warm..." You could see she taste your blood.

"You don't feel pain anymore, do you...?" she laughed maliciously "Just look at yourself... you're not human anymore..." And with that, he released you. You lay on the ground in a pool of blood. You could see your reflection; you had the same characteristics as a Risen.

"It's only because of the memories of my... vessel that I'm giving you special treatment... but you're not the only one getting it..." She squatted down and grabbed your chin, forcing your head to turn.

Standing there was Chrom... but he wasn't the Chrom you knew. Like you, he was a Risen. The Falchion had been corrupted by Grima's power. Grima released you and walked toward Chrom... or at least what was left of him.

"Do you like it? Yes, of course you like it, because now you're under my control..." Grima forced you to nod with some of his magic, wrapped his arms around Chrom's neck, and spoke directly to him.

"Now you are my Guardian... go and spread despair throughout the world... let them see that their Savior is nothing more than a puppet... my puppet..." You could see her smile maliciously before releasing him. Chrom just growled like an animal...

But you were still conscious... your body no longer ached, you no longer felt the wounds that Grima had inflicted on you, they were still fresh... you wanted to scream, to scream in despair. You had a mouth, but you couldn't scream.

Grima turned to you and lifted you from the ground by the neck, carrying you to the edge. Below you, you watched as Ylisse was ravaged by the Risen. "Isn't it wonderful...? Yes, it is..."

She let you hang; a mere flick of his fingers was enough to send you plummeting into the void. "Now... why didn't I listen to what you had to say, hmmm? I'm warning you... say anything that upsets me, and I'll let you go."

His crimson eyes pierced your soul... if you even had one in your Risen state. His thumb rested on your chin and caressed it. Grima's seal glowed with a pink and violet light. "Well? What do you have to say to your new goddess?"

((ESP->))