Her.
Right when I turned the corner I saw her. Hood up, her sword in one hand and tome in the other. Like a strange, smaller copy of myself. At first I didn't know what to think. Was she related to me from before I lost my memory?
My thoughts were broken by her turning to face me, the Risen dissipating to ash behind her. Her eyes a beautiful brown, like mine. Her coat, exactly the same as mine, save for being a few sizes too big. Her smile when she saw me, like mine.
A carbon-copy of myself.
That was when she dropped her weapons and sprinted at me, her hood flying off her head, revealing short and messy pink hair. She slammed into me, crying out "Father!" Over and over. I blinked a few times before reaching down and embracing her.
My daughter.
I felt tears fall down my face. I had a daughter. A wonderful, beautiful daughter. I hugged her tightly and fell to the floor in a sitting position, my daughter hugging me right back. I laughed as tears ran down my face.
Eventually we both calmed down and got to talking. She had revealed herself to be named Morgan, and that she had a similar case of amnesia. She could not recall who her mother was. A small part of my heart leaped at that, that I would have a future with a woman I obviously loved. These thoughts and feeling were quickly pushed away as I saw her smile up at me.
Finding out who her mother was would have to wait, but I did have a clue. Pink hair.
Line Break
It had been almost a month since Grima had been felled. I had returned only a few days ago to cheers and friendly embraces. Life was returning to normal as the Shepherds went their separate ways, to live with their new-found families. I still stayed with Chrom at the castle palace. Morgan living in the room next to mine.
Both of us spent many nights up playing strategic games and looking through dusty tomes.
It was wonderful.
Feelings of who her mother could be slowly returned to the forefront of my mind, a feeling of uneasiness taking hold of me. What if she was not truly mine? No, she is too much like me. She was the youngest of the second-generation Shepherds. It wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that I didn't meet my wife until later in life.
After much convincing Lucina revealed to me that Morgan was from the same time-line as her, so there was nothing to worry about there. The only people who I could think of who had pink hair was Cherche, but she and Long'qu had been married for some time. The other was Olivia, who had married Virion only two months ago.
These thoughts plagued my mind for another month.
Then one day, when Morgan was asleep at the table beside me, my door cracked open slowly. I waited patiently, expecting Chrom or Lissa.
Instead, I was greeted with the sight of a timid castle maid, a new one if I recalled correctly. I had signed the forms approving her employment at the palace. She greeted me with an awkward bow. She clearly did not know how to act around "Royalty."
I had to admit, she was quite attractive. A petite frame, warm eyes. And pink hair.
My heart caught in my throat, blush seeping across my face.
"Hello..." I managed to splutter out.
A/N : I promise at some point to work on The Soft side. Been busy, school and medical things. Life is pretty great, can't stop playing destiny. Anyways, I might continue this If I get enough requests. Kinda just popped into my mind.