"Lucina, look out!"
That was the only thing that she heard before a pair of arms were wrapped around shoulders, trapping her arms in a tight hug. All she could see was blue and white as her face was roughly thrown into the chest of someone taller her, a male too, if the lack of breasts was any indicator.
She was about to question just what the person was doing, hugging her in the middle of battle, but she was cut off by the feeling of something colliding with the mans body. Then another, and another, until she couldn't keep track of them any longer.
The arms tightened around her shoulders, almost painfully so, but they go limp as his body leans heavily against hers. She digs her heels into the ground and throws one arm around his back, but she flinches when she feels something sticking out of his back.
"Luc...ina..." The man says weakly before he crumples to the ground in front of her.
Lucina knows his voice. Lucina doesn't even have to look at him to know it. It's a voice that she knows by heart, one that she grew up listening to, one that she loved to hear more than anyone else's. But she looks anyways.
She looks down at the man, no, at the teenager laying in the snow in front of her. She knows the aquamarine eyes looking up at her. She recognizes the katana, the one that she made as a birthday present for him.
"Inigo?"
The name of her twin brother feels different on her tongue, as if it no longer holds any meaning.
She falls to her knees beside her twin, who is laying in a puddle of bloodstained snow with a seemingly endless amount of arrows making him into a human quiver.
"Lucina!" The princess hears a voice call from behind her. It's her fathers voice.
Inigo isn't breathing, but his body is still moving. His hand reaches for hers, slowly, agonizingly slow, and she drops her sword and takes it in both hands. His eyes are going cloudy, his vision focusing and unfocusing as their eyes meet, but she knows he can't see her.
"Lucy..."
"Inigo!" Lucina screams, holding onto his cold and trembling hand tightly. His face is almost as white as the snow falling around them.
Lucina watches as an assassin steps out from the tree across from the groves entrance, a bow in one hand and and an arrow in the other. The Risen knocks the arrow in the bow and takes aim, but doesn't get a chance to shoot as an rips open its throat.
The assassin drops the bow and begins dissolving, leaving behind the bow and a quiver full of arrows.
Lucina focuses on her brother, tears overflowing out of her eyes as she begins sobbing loudly, clutching her twins lifeless hand as if it were the only thing that was keeping her alive.
Her father kneels next to her, his bodyguards standing not that far away, and he could only sit there and stare at his sons lifeless body.
Lucina sobbed and screamed and moaned in agony as she held her baby brothers hand tightly, not knowing what else she could do. Sometime between a sob and a scream, she had managed to pull his head onto her lap, one hand playing with his soft hair.
Lucina knew that changing the future would have to have some great, unbearable cost. She knew it. She was scared by the thought of it, and now that she saw the consequences with her own eyes, he wishes that she never made the trip back in time.
Because Inigo's life wasn't worth trading for changing history.