Lucina watched the flickering fire, blankly staring as she thought. It was only yesterday since she had kissed the forehead of the younger version of herself, whispering: "Yours will be a better future."
She winced, recalling the painful memories of her own time. She knew her real parents were dead; she was only 5 years old when she never saw either of them again. She recalled Frederick bringing back the Falchion solemnly to her, knowing well that her life would be difficult from that point onward, and it was.
Lucina heard footsteps, quickly spinning and drawing her blade that she nearly walked into the fire, "Make your presence known, stranger."
"Lucina, it's me," the stranger slipped off her hood. She sheathed her Levin Sword, looking at her daughter.
"M-mother? How did you find me?" Lucina gazed back at her, a bit shocked. "Are you here to convince me to stay?"
Robin shook her head, smiling lightly, "It's nothing like that." She sat near the fire, warming up her hands. "I was just thinking about what it must have been like when you were younger; you never told us."
"Why don't you ask Owain? Or Gerome?" Lucina slid the Falchion back into its luxurious sheathe, turning to face her mother.
"It's different," Robin took a glance at Lucina before warming her hands again. "You're my daughter. I even share some memories given to me by Grima that were of the me in your timeline, so I cannot help but desire to know the full story."
"If you so wish, mother. I shall begin with when you and my father went to confront Validar," Lucina winced, remembering what had happened.
The fire roared, and Lucina's story had begun.