So this is an idea I've had in my head for a while. I'll do this along side my other FE stories just for fun. Hope you enjoyed.
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"Hyaa!" Lucina shouted as she swung at Chrom. She twirled her training sword around as if it was weightless. Chrom managed to deftly dodge her swings, a confident smirk on his face.
"Excellent form, Lucina," he said. He noticed her slow up a little. "But not quite enough! Haa!" He swung his own sword at her hitting her arm then quickly ducking and kicking her feet from underneath her. Lucina fell with a loud thud.
"Oof!" she grunted. She sat up and rubbed her sore shoulder.
"You fought well," Chrom said. He reached a hand out to her which she gratefully accepted. "Want to do this again sometime?" he asked as he helped her up.
Lucina smiled and nodded. "Yes, Father. I would like that a lot." Chrom nodded and left the training grounds. When he was gone, Lucina let out a frustrated sigh. "How is it that I can never beat him?"
"You put too much energy into your swings," a voice said. Lucina jumped and spun around.
"Who's there!" she shouted. Her sword pointed in the direction of the stranger who happened to be her little brother, Morgan.
Morgan put his hands up. "Yikes! I surrender!"
"Oh, Morgan, it's you. You really shouldn't sneak up on people like that."
"Sorry."
Lucina walked over to the weapon rack and put her sword away. "So what was it you were saying about my attacks?"
"Oh, right! I said you put too much energy into them. You don't pace yourself very well and run out of stamina too quickly."
Lucina's brow furrowed. "I see."
"However, Father isn't without his own faults." Morgan said. Lucina raised a brow. "He isn't quite as agile as you. He has to wait for you to slow down so he has an opening. If you can use that to your advantage you might have a chance."
Lucina rubbed her chin. "Hmm. . .interesting. I'll have to training extra hard for my next duel with him."
"Do you mind if I help?" Morgan asked.
"No, I suppose not. Your critiques could come in handy."
Morgan smiled and pulled out a book from one of his coat sleeves. "Great! Because I took some notes pointing out all the flaws with your style."
Lucina looked at the book and winced. "Oh, my. . .that's quite a few notes. Um, those aren't all about me are they?"
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"Ha!" Lucina stabbed at the practice dummy then quickly pulled back and followed up with a final strike breaking it in half. She wiped the sweat from her brow and looked at Morgan. "How was that, Morgan?"
Morgan chuckled. "That was awesome, Sis! That dummy never had a chance. You don't look as tired as you usually do either."
"I don't feel as tired. Your tips on how to pace myself in a fight have been most helpful." She grabbed a water skin and took a swig.
Morgan smiled. "Glad I could help out."
Lucina smiled and wiped the water off her lips. "Next time I know I'll beat Father."
"Yeah, about that," Morgan said. Lucina looked at him and raised a brow. "Why are you so obsessed with beating Father in a duel? Are you two in a rivalry or something?"
"No, not really. I just need to know that I can protect him when it counts. I can't afford to let him be killed in battle."
"I see. But didn't you say Father was killed by his closest friend?"
"I can't take any chances. We didn't come this far by cutting corners."
"We didn't?"
"No, we didn't. You least of all. If you had your memory back then-" She stopped when she noticed Morgan's frown. "Oh, I'm sorry. That was insensitive."
"It's fine. I'm probably not very helpful without my memories."
"Don't say that. You've been more than helpful. I rely on you just as much as I did before we came back to the past. I shouldn't have implied otherwise."
Morgan smiled. "Thanks, Lucy. It means a lot to hear you say that."
Lucina chuckled and ruffled her brother's hair. "Thank you, Morgan. I don't know what'd I'd do without you. Now how about we call it a day and go get something to eat. I hear it's bear meat."
"Awesome!" Morgan dashed off to the mess tent. "Last one there has to eat the fat!"
Lucina chased off after her brother. "What?! Not fair, Morgan, you aren't as tired as me! Slow down!"
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Morgan placed the cold rag on Lucina's head. "Sorry you lost the duel."
Lucina winced at the cold sensation but held the rag to her head nonetheless. "It's fine. I'm not as upset as I would have been before."
"You aren't?"
Lucina shook her head. "No, not really. I've come to realize that Father doesn't have to rely on me alone to protect him. He has Mother, Aunt Lissa, Frederick, and you of course."
Morgan raised his brows. "Me? No, I'm not strong enough to protect him."
"Don't sell yourself short, Morgan. I've seen your skills in battle. You're so much stronger than you think and you're only improving. All the helpful criticism you give is valuable too."
"You think so?"
"Beyond a doubt. You make a decent nurse too."
Morgan chuckled. "Well, with how often you keep beating yourself up in battle, I suppose I have to be."
"I don't hurt myself that often."
"I have a list of all the times you've hurt yourself since I joined the Shepherds."
Lucina's eyes widened. "Why would you-Oh, never mind. When I get better, will you help me train for my next duel?"
Morgan nodded. "Of course. However, it might have to wait after I'm done helping Father."
"What? You've been giving him tips too?"
Morgan shrugged. "A few suggestions here and there. Honestly, he might have actually lost your last duel if I didn't."
Lucina's mouth dropped open. "Why you sneaky little-!"
So, yeah, there's the first installment. Here's a list of what order I'm writing the other chapters in:
Owain
Kjelle
Laurent
Cynthia
Brady
Yarne
Severa
Nah
Noire
Inigo
Gerome
If you have any suggestions, tips, or ideas, I'm glad to hear them
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed.
