"Chrom, we have to do SOMEthing." A girl said.

"Hey you there! Are you okay? Please don't be an amnesiac AGAIN." Chrom asked.

Barack Obaman stood up. It was a wonderful day, of course ignoring the smoke caused from his tie interceptor which lay in a big mess about ten feet away.

"So, what's your name?"

"Barack Obaman, sir." Barack answered.

"Barack? Huh that's a strange name. Okay so you aren't an amnesiac. That's good." Chrom said. "Well do you want to go with us? We are actually heading to a new place to fight in a battle."

"Okay," Barack said. And they headed off to a forest.

"Chrom? Why is this place still burning? I mean it happened like, two years ago." Lissa asked chrom.

"I don't know. Lissa! Watch out!"

But right as the risen was about to strike lissa, Barack ran out and shot the risen in the face with a plasma gun.

"Wow that was easy." Barack said, and he mowed down the rest of the risen.

"What is this device? It kills them in one hit!" Chrom asked him.

"Oh it's a gun."

"Excuse me?"

"Uh… never mind. It's a fire tome."

"Huh."