With all due respect to Ricken, mage teenagers have to be literally the worst creatures on earth. You don't survive invading a country just to die of a nosferatu, that's bullshit."Ĭhrom sighs upwards, already exhausted. "Oh Grima, if he dies, Master will have our heads…" "Of course not, dumbass, he'd die if we all cursed him at the same time." "Err, like, all of us at once?" A girl asks with little enthusiasm. The dozen of kids he has been assigned to train look at each other and very much do not attack as they have been told. "Well, get on with it." He taunts his unfortunate opponents of the day, one hand on his hip, eyebrows raised high. Chrom is always, to some extent, itching for a fight. After his usual run at dawn, Chrom's entire body is itching for a fight. The air is brisk, yes, but a far cry from the freezing texture of Plegian nights, the day new with pleasant lights. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 7,180 Chapters: 1/2 Comments: 7 Kudos: 12 Bookmarks: 1 Hits: 146Įarly mornings in Plegia, Chrom has grown to understand, are slightly less unforgiving than every other moment of the day in a goddamn desert. Alternate Universe - Plegian Royalty My Unit | Reflet | Robin. Alternate Universe - My Unit | Reflet | Robin Raised in Plegia.
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