Omen

"Morgan, why?!" Lucina shouted in despair as she narrowly dodged a blast of dark energy from her opponent.

"DO NOT QUESTION ME, MORTAL!" The cloaked figure shouted with a deep sinister tone.

The two were barricaded so no one could interfere with their match, all their friends and family were too busy with their own battles to even think about interfering anyways. Lucina blocked an incoming blast of thunder in the nick of time and rushed towards Morgan with Falchion in hand.

"FOOLS!" he laughed as he was being struck with the Falchion multiple times, not doing much more than giving him the feeling of being caressed. He was lucky that Naga hadn't gotten to the Exalt first or else he would've been done for by now.

The cloaked man gathered dark shadowed in his hand and blasted the Exalt without any hesitation. Stupid mortals, didn't they know that they couldn't possibly defeat a God?!

The 'princess' of Ylisse flew across the battleground at the impact and Grima's vessel smirked as she had the audacity to the twist herself around and catch her balance with the help of Falchion then point the blasted weapon at him. His smile broadened more then he caught tears streaking shamelessly down her face, perhaps she wasn't even aware she was crying in fright.

"Morgan, please…" she said softly enough for him to hear, she held back a chocked sob when he began howling in laughter.

"This is the choice I have made. Accept it, you idiot." he growled with Morgan's voice, smile ever present on his face. He decided to switch it up a little and switch out his tome with a regular sword that the human had on him.

How did it come to this? Lucina had rewound their trip in her mind, and she couldn't see where the mistake was made. Her friend that's she's known a little over ten years had seemingly turned tables out of nowhere, but she had to keep in mind that 'this wasn't his fault'. He was being controlled by Grima, or at least she hoped.

"SUBMIT TO ME, AND I MIGHT SPARE YOUR LIVES!" shouting for all to hear, Lucina chanced a glance away from her opponent and saw a few of her friends on the other side of the barrier begin to grow wary. They all seemed very close to just giving up and giving in, and she couldn't blame them. These past few days have been one battle after another, and then Morgan- no- Grima had taken control of Morgan and summoned an army of Risen.

Lucina hardened her features and resolve. On some level, she was expecting Grima to take over Morgan for a while, but she was happier being blissfully ignorant of that. She ignored it when Morgan was controlled into nearly killing her in her sleep, she ignored the warnings from her friends. She even brushed off Morgan's worry when he said he started hearing a voice in his head telling him to do things. Why didn't she take him seriously enough?!

This was all her fault. Maybe if she had indulged Morgan and had put him before her responsibilities, then this wouldn't have happened. Lucina closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to clear her head. Yes, this was her fault. This was her responsibility. She needed to take care of the consequences.

She had to destroy Morgan and push her feelings aside. She can second guess herself when everyone was back in the safety of their camp. The bluenette tightened her grip on the blades handle and narrowed her eyes, the only proof of her sadness was the two dry streaks down each side of her face.

The thing possessing Morgan's body smiled cruelly and asked with a mocking look of worry, "Done crying now?"

Lucina glared spitefully and felt the rage and sadness flow through her body as the Falchion began to glow to match its wielder intense aura. The Exalt shouted for all the heavens to hear as she charged towards the unflinching figure that she shared many of her favorite memories with.

"HIAAAARGH!"

Why did she have to kill another loved one?

A/n: Fav&Follow!