It was a sunny day outside. Morgan was in the garden, by herself, playing with the flowers thinking of her father. Things had gone bad lately, but she didn't really understand that. All she understood was that her mother and father were away more and everyone was getting more sad. She still remembers Lucina crying out that her father would come home, Yarne's lament that he was the last taguel, Laurent letting out all his emotions when he learned his father wasn't coming home. Morgan was lucky. Even though her parents were gone a lot, they always came back. Right now her father had taken Noire off somewhere to teach and train her(Rosanne Morgan thought) while her mother watched her at their home.
They lived in a peaceful, secluded place. Robin knew Tharja wasn't great around people, and he didn't want his children in the spotlight of politics or seen as targets from their enemies, so he had their little home constructed away from the capital. He still made regular trips back, to plan tactics and help command the army, but he always made time for his family. His time back was always was filled with love and joy. Morgan adored her father. He was her hero and everything he did was ingenious.
Her mother called her over. "Morgan," she said with something in her voice that Morgan didn't notice. She loved her mother dearly, but she was kind of scared of her. She was always putting those nasty hexes on Noire and saying weird things under her breath. In fact, Morgan couldn't even remember the last time her mother gave her a hug. They were rarely in the same room alone and when they were Noire would usually rushed to Morgan's side immediately. Something about protecting her from their mother or something. But Noire was just being silly. Beyond a punishment hex or two, their mother would never hurt them.
Morgan started walking over to her mother, and saw she had an almost terrified look on her face. Could her mother even be scared?
Morgan slowly walked up to her. "Mommy? What's wrong?" Her mother was staring intently at her, that strange terrified look on her face. She was saying something Morgan couldn't quite hear. Something about their Father, and Noire being in danger, and her late Uncle Chrom.
"...so similar... that mark... dark potential... protect Noire... have to do this..." That's all she could pick out from the incoherent babble her mother was saying.
Suddenly, the Morgan felt an unnatural cold and the air around her felt suffocating. She turned to her mother, looking for comfort but instead she saw a flash of steel as her mother lunged at her.