Prologue- A Future Past
"I CHALLENGE MY FATE!" Lucina looked deep into the eyes of Grima. Finally, after all she's been through, Grima would die. Falchion glowed blue as it struck Grima down. The exalt held tight to her blade while looking into the eyes of her father's ex-tactician.
"Thank you, Lucina. Now I know this world can be at peace," the white-haired man said as his eyes closed. Lucina sheathed her blade and stepped back to stand with the others. The dark expiration overcame Grima, and quickly faded him away.
Nearby in the shadows, a soul, not quite alive, but not dead, watched the exalt and the new Naga. "F-Father," a voice quivered. "I believed in you. I thought your way was right, that we would rule the world together. Why? Why did you have to die?" A dark speck floated to the soul and bound to it.
"Morgan, my servant. Do not fret. All that has happened has happened before. Just as Tiki is the new Naga, your spirit has become the new Grima. Now go to Plegia, to the dragon's table, and wait there for the new robin to appear. He will come, and this time, we WILL win. Your sister still carries the fell dragon's bloodline, and although her son will serve Naga, her daughter will serve us." Grima's familiar voice rang through Morgan's soul.
"Father... I don't understand..." Morgan hung her head down in sorrow, but a vision passed before her eyes. Kjelle was standing, her armor shining, then looked down a row of people, at two-a boy, a redheaded cavalier, and a girl, a pink haired sage. Both looked down another long line towards two familiar faces. Robin and Sully, both who looked straight on at Morgan. Morgan gasped and fell to her knees. "I... I understand now. We-" her voice mixed with Grima's, "We are Grima. We will destroy those who oppose us." The spirit disappeared to Plegia, where the people welcomed their master.
End of Prolouge