Hello people of the internet, so I've been playing a lot of fire emblem awakening recently and got the idea to write a fanfic about the future children and what it was like before they crossed through time. Now about Morgan; I'm still not entirely sure if I want to use both but they are gonna be Owain's younger siblings so yeah. This is also my first ever fanfic and I welcome any and all criticism. Now with that out of the way I hope you enjoy.

(Summary)

The future is built upon the past as it is our experiences and the choices we make that define the path we walk. History has its roots in the paths of the victorious as it is those experiences that help define history and forge a better future, but what if the experience of the victorious wasn't what was expected and history took a dark turn? The results would be catastrophic as war and death spread all across the land and there are none who know this better than the second generation of shepherds.

An ocean of flames blanket a city, their crackling mixed in with the screams of innocence and the roaring ferocity of the dead.

A woman frantically looked over her shoulder to check on her pursuer. Her eyes, stained with tears, widened noticing how close it was. Picking up speed she rounded a corner only for a mixture of shock and horror to overtake her face as her path was cut off by flames. She quickly turned around only to see a risen quickly closing in on her.

"RAWR!" the risen roared as it prepared to drive the axe into the woman. The maiden raised her arm over her head as she tightly shut her eyes.

"SACRED STONES!" a youthful male voice suddenly cried out. Just then a young blonde haired boy wearing a yellow myrmidon uniform fell from the sky stabbing the risen in the face. Killing it instantly.

"Ha Hah fear not fair maiden for I, Owain Dark, have vanquished the demon soldier of death," The boy shouted as he struck a victory pose.

"Oh thank you lord Owain!", The women said graciously.

"Not a problem for my sword hand that hungers for justice was in need of sating," Owain responded.

"Now allow my guidance to lead you to a place unreachable by these creatures of darkness", Owain continued as he started walking away. The villager, a little confused, followed closely behind.

(Later)

"Here you all shall be concealed securely!", Owain said as he led a couple villagers into a small opening patch surrounded by trees and bushes by the castle.

Here he then grabbed and pulled on a small chain raising a door sized plank of wood, revealing a staircase.

They walked down the stairs until they reached a somewhat narrow barely lit hallway. They continued walking through the dank, dusty, and cold hallway as small candles lined the walls creating small patches of light allowing them to barely make out the iron door at the end of the hallway.

"This door shall prevent the baring fangs of the dead to reach you.",Owain announced opening the door.

The villagers sweat dropped at this thinking, does he really have to speak like that?

Behind the door was a large dark room. There were about five ylissean guards and nine or so villager refugees along with a single pegasus. A wooden table stood in the center of the room accompanied by four wooden chairs. On the south side of the table there was a fireplace and to the right of that stood a shelf stuffed with pots and some vegetables. Oil lanterns on the corners of the room slightly illuminated the darkness.

As they entered the room the villagers accompanying Owain frantically looked around looking for friends and family. Owain just stood by the door.

"Owain your back!" A young high pitched female voice called out.

Owain turned to see a young blue haired girl with small twin tails and wearing pegasus knight armour running towards him.

"Ah Cynthia; yeah I've managed to save a couple more citizens, how was your round around the town?" Owain inquired in an uncharacteristically 'normal' tone.

"I was only able to rescue one villager" Cynthia responded with a solemn expression, "What kind of hero am I?" She pouted.

"Hah with an attitude like that you'll never reach my level of heroism and awesomeness." Owain said confidently

"You're right I just need to try harder next time!" Cynthia shouted, "just you wait I'll be a great hero on the level of even father or mother!"

"..."

"..."

"At any rate these should be the last of them", Owain stated breaking the silence in an uncharacteristically serious tone.

"Yeah" Cynthia responded agreeingly, "we should probably go help out Lucina now." She suggested.

"Yeah, we should" Owain agreed, "But one more thing Cynthia"

"What is it?" Cynthia inquired turning her head slightly as she walked out the door.

"Were you able to find anything regarding them?" Owain asked in a depressed tone

Cynthia, knowing who he was referring to, took a deep breath and sighed. She turned around with a solemn expression on her face.

"Sorry I wasn't able to find anything." She answered

"Oh I see" Owain said looking downward.

"Owain, I-" Cynthia tried to comfort him.

"No, it's fine." Owain said cutting her off.

"Anyway we should get moving Lucina is waiting for us" Owain said walking down the hallway.

"Yeah" Cynthia agreed catching up to him with her pegasus.

( In the throne room)

Several risen were gathered here and were overwhelming the ylissean soldiers attempting to slay them. One blue haired princess, however, was holding her own fighting tirelessly to save everyone she could.

"Hyaa!" Lucina cried out slashing down a risen.

A beserker risen tried to strike her down with its axe. Sensing danger Lucina spun around and leapt to the side and slid across the floor. A couple more risen ran at her axes raised. Lucina prepared to counterattack when suddenly the wall collapsed sending debris everywhere.

(With Cynthia and Owain)

"That came from the throne room! Owain we have to hurry!" Cynthia shouted sprinting down the castle halls.

"Right!" Owain shouted in agreement as he ran after her.