Lore/Story Bob Fanfic!

So I know there's already pages of lore about Bob, and an entire library in Ragni, but I decided to write my own, more dramatic and detailed version focusing on Bob before and after his training with the Four Masters and his emotions through the war.
I am aware that I often switch back and forth between past and present tense, I'll edit that stuff in the end. What matters is the idea. So here we go!

Distressed calls came on the wind.

“The army, they’re coming! Scouts, light the beacons!”

“It’s too late for that, sir. They’ve already invaded the outskirts of Ragni!” Robert’s head jerked up from his work. He listened, trying to catch every word.

“Men… this is not good.”

“Sir, what do you propose we do?”

“Go get the boy. He’ll want to see her.” Horses raced into the fort with soldiers badly injured and tired. Tired of the entire war. The twinkle in their eyes have been replaced by misery. Robert is up on his feet, straining to hear the last bits of conversation, or rather, commands.

“What’s she saying, sir?”

“I don’t know. Something about Robert.”

The royal horses are approaching Robert now.

“Robert, it’s your mother-” Robert doesn’t wait for the soldier to finish. The world tilts under his feet as he sprints the mile to the small shack he has always known as home.

“He’s here!” The boy stands in his house, or rather, the pile of ashes that used to stand up tall, and stares at his dying mother in anguish. She smiles at him one last time, and hands him a rolled up sheet of parchment. There seems to be drawings inside. Robert tries to hold his tears back. He knew this would happen someday, but that doesn’t make him any less shocked. There is no hope for his mother.

She raises a shaking hand to the butcher’s knife in Robert’s belt, and drives it into her own heart. Robert tearily leans forward to give his mother one last kiss, and proceeds to following the map, the last piece of his mother that is with him.