Be Careful What You Wish For
Erandia tries to pull Chrom from that banner before it expires. The FE Gods took her request a tiiiiny bit too literal.
To be fair, Erandia didn't really lose out on not managing to pull her intended Chrom unit. Missed opportunity aside, it was no wonder that Gordin acts like a mother-hen towards his erratic summoner nowadays, it was either her luck is absolutely horrid or that she is just way too high strung.
Author's Notes
NOTE: lmao one of my first FEH fanfics aaaha I got reaaaaally salty during his banner when I pulled regular Chrom AND he was -ATK. Merging is done differently don't worry haha~ It's basically sending home a unit but they must pass on a skill of Erandia's choice towards a different unit.
"Okay, only two hours left..." Erandia murmured, her hands tight on her phone-Breidablik. Among her is the recently summoned Morgan patting her arm, Gordin shaking his head, Siegbert giving out small words of encouragement, and hugging her from the hip is...
"Come now, mother-dearest~ You don't need him to rule the world--" a cough from Gordin and his Bravebow slowly pointing at the adversary made the Fallen unit clear his throat before continuing, "--defeat your enemies. Why, all you need is a little encouragement and a teleport spell (to the center of their kingdom) with me~!"
"While not exactly the same words, the meaning is intent milady mother! Even if sir Chrom does not make it, you shall still have us by your side." Siegbert, bless his kind soul, tried to make things less awkward and more positive. The glare he received from Grima made him wither a bit but Gordin's encouraging big brother hand stopped his downward spiral to defeatism.
"Uncle Chrom would be a good addition. But you have great units with you already, mom!" With a cheeky grin, Morgan pointed at himself. "Right here!"
"Boys, please..." Erandia laughed, heart melting at the goofy arrangement of her wonderful units. "Behave. Act like big brother Gordin over here."
"Milady..." Gordin mentally prayed to whatever powerful being up there that everything goes right this time. He does not want a repeat of the earlier Voting Gauntlet mishap.
"Okay! Here goes nothing!" Erandia shouted, pointing her Breidablik at the summoning tablet. After checking earlier which colored stone is available, she pressed onto the red ones. Smoke engulfed the area as the familiar backdrop of high-dense magic surrounded the area temporarily before fading away. Blue hair poked through the top making the summoner bounce in excitement.
'Could it be??? Does the FE gods have mercy afterall--' Her thoughts got cut off when Chrom was finally revealed, all in flesh. Excitement died down, as the red-headed summoner realized that, yes, it was indeed Chrom she summoned, but...
"I-I can't believe it..." she slowly dropped her face onto her hands, cursing her luck. "Oh mY GOD! FEH WHEN I SAID 'Please give me Chrom', I MEANT KNIGHT EXALT CHROM, NOT REGULAR CHROM!!!"
"Mom? Are you okay?" Morgan worriedly shook his summoner's arm, is gaze going back and forth towards his Uncle and Summoner. Grima fell down laughing, the irony of the situation not lost onto him. Siegbert went to Erandia's other arm, comforting her in more or less the same way as Morgan. Being somewhat used to her shenanigans and having led the castle for a few times already, Gordin stepped forward and decided to be the one to explain to the obviously confused and awkward lord the situation.
"Apologies, sir Chrom, but, ahh, you weren't exactly what mothe--Milady Erandia was expecting."
"Ahh, I see..."
"Well, it's a bit complicated. She was expecting you but, not quite the regular you."
"So a different version of me?" Chrom's face lit up in understanding, obviously curious about the different versions of him that existed. Though he was rather surprised to see Robin (wait, no, was that... Grima!?) laughing like the end of the world, he understands that his presence is required to help fight in a war (as what the memory dump gave him when he landed in the temple)
"Yes. It's been appropriately dubbed as ‘Knight Exalt’ version... And Milady was trying to urge him to... 'come home to her arms’. " Gordin nearly stuttered at his summoner's preferred choice of words.
'Why isn't sir Frederick the one out here explaining this!?'
Eventually, Erandia calmed down enough to check on the newly summoned unit. Following Morgan and Siegbert's advice, she tried her best to not let it get to her and make the best out of it.
"Alright, five star and looking good, Chrom!" She grinned, giving him a thumbs up as she scan him with her Breidablik. Chrom awkwardly smiled back, not understanding much from her gibberish earlier but from her tone, knowing it's a good thing. All was looking great as Erandia continued checking his stats.
"Man, I don't think I've trained another red infantry aside from Ike! Okay, now let's see your... stats..." Erandia trailed off, her eyes widening at the numbers and her smile turning cold. Grima peeked behind her before laughing another few good hearty minutes at what he saw. Morgan and Siegbert looked at each other, worry once again flashing from their eyes and Gordin stepped up, volunteering himself to break the ice.
"M-Milady? Is there a problem?" Erandia slowly brought her Breidablik down, as the screen showed Chrom's stats. The green highlight was on his ‘RES' number while the red highlight sat comfortably on top of his ‘ATK' number.
"Minus attack... plus res..." Her face now blank, Erandia stared at the nervously sweating Chrom. Like a sudden switch flipped, however, she smiled brightly, making the rest of her units confused. She guides all four of her units together (aptly named 'Team SONs') as she raises her Breidablik once again, muttering about 'available skills'. What she said next made everyone (including Grima himself) shiver with cold dread and fear.
"Who among you guys wants C H R O M's Aether?"
Morgan and Siegbert's smile seemed to be stuck on their faces, though the cold sweat forming on their foreheads say what they are truly feeling otherwise. Grima stayed quiet, realizing that this is one of his 'mother's' few facet that he has yet to see. Gordin seemed to be torn between having a mild panic attack and a trigger for PTSD. As one of the older units who's been with the red-headed summoner from the start, he has more than enough share of horror stories of her infamous cold fury.
"G O R D I N, once E F F I E goes 5 star, you'll be getting her DEATH BLOW~! D e s Tr OY ALL OUR ENEMIES, MY S O N! ! !"
When Frederick greeted everyone back from their excursion, he noted how everyone seemed... miffed. Or terrified. He looks at Gordin for answers only to find him blank-eyed as well.
'I shall question him later, after finishing milady’s tasks.' Lady Erandia seemed to be doing fine, though the tight clutch on her Breidablik says otherwise. Things resumed normally at the castle, four traumatized units aside.