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You’ve heard this story before.

Chrom, we have to do something!

I know you have. I have, too.

What do you propose we do?

History has a funny way of repeating itself, doesn’t it? Time and time again, the cycle continues.

I don’t know….

Say it with me:

I see you’re awake now.

We all know it by heart.

There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know. Give me your hand.

Yes, history will repeat itself.

Until it doesn’t.

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Frederick crossed his arms, his frown deepening farther than usual as his liege took the strange girl by the hand and pulled her up. "Milord, are you sure you want to aid her? That cloak looks rather… Plegian in appearance."

"Frederick, be nice!!" Lissa gasped at him. "If we didn't help her, anyone else just could come along and… and… do anything!"

The white haired stranger laughed with a wave of her hand. "No, no, it's okay. I admit, this is certainly an… unusual situation. I can't remember how I got into it…" She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, tapping her chin. "Come to think of it, I can't remember much at all…"

Chrom set a hand on her shoulder. "Are you injured at all? Any sort of headache or bruising?"

She held a hand up to her head, pressing at different intervals. "I don't feel anything, but thank you… er, what was your name?"

"Chrom," The blue clad man bowed politely. "My paranoid companion here is known as Frederick the Weary. And the delicate one is my sister, Lissa."

"Chrom! I am not delicate- why, I could-"

The stranger laughed and spoke over the rambling girl. "Nice to meet you all. Thank you for checking up on me."

"-I ate a bear once, you know! With my teeth!"

Chrom rolled his eyes at Lissa. Frederick patted her on the head softly.

"My name is- it's- oh gods, I… I don't remember my own name!" A panicked look came over their new friend. 

Eyes wide, Lissa piped up. "I've heard if this! It's called amnesia!"

"It's called a load of pegasus..." Frederick glanced down at his younger liege. "...dung."

Chrom patted the stranger on the shoulder. "I believe you, friend." He whispered to her. She nodded gratefully, before glancing up at gasping, throwing up an arm to point down the road. 

"Is that smoke??"