Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem: Awakening/Kakusei

Author's Note: I recently finished the game FE: Awakening and needless to say, I was incredibly pleased with the game as a whole and all the tiny aspects within the game. As the credits rolled over the screen, I thought to myself, with Robin (The avatar) gone, how will the story further play out? How will the Shepherds be? I plan on answering my own questions through this Fanfiction. Hopefully, you enjoy.

And before you begin, I'd like to make a little mental note for you , dear reader. This story will slow-paced. No sudden "Ohmygod, everyone died!" No. Nothing of the sort. Just letting y'all know. If you are expecting something like that, don't bother. It helps me help you, alright? Alright. Anyway, I'm done talking here.

Much love,

~SAYONARA~

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The air around camp that night was solemn and cold. The usual atmosphere of laughter and warmness was no longer present. Everyone had split off and went to their separate tents, the couples to their own. No one said anything to one another and simply kept to themselves. The barracks were quiet and empty that night.

Well, almost empty.

Morgan sat by herself on the wooden bench, twiddling her thumbs. Her various tomes lay scattered across the table and her steel sword, half-sheathed, lay askew. Normally, her mother Lucina or someone like Miriel would come by and nag at her to clean up after herself. But today just wasn't one of the those days.

Today was a landmark in Shepherd achievement and, if pressed further, would definitely be marked in the pages of history. The Shepherds had endured the waves of Grimleal forces and battled their way to the vile dragon, Grima. In a monumental moment, King and Captain Chrom weakened the enemy while Morgan's father, Robin, dealt the final blow. It was truly an earth-shattering moment to see the very creature that brought so much angst and suffering for millenniums to be taken down.

But such victories come at a price.

Robin's soul was intertwined with that of Grima's as they are the same being in different forms. If one were to die, the other would surely perish. The divine dragon, Naga, had warned her father about the result but he still chose to end Grima's life with his own hands and, in turn, effectively end his own.

Morgan knew that there was no other way. If her father hadn't dealt the final blow, Grima would resurrect after a several centuries only repeating the cycle again and again. It was now or never… and her father knew what he had to do. However, deep inside of her, Morgan wished that her father didn't deliver the final blow. If he hadn't, he would be with her and everyone else. He would still be alive.

Was he too rash?... Was there another way to defeat Grima…?

Morgan pondered the question throughout her head continuously as she and Shepherds marched back to camp. Before that, she was too bewildered to even think. Captain Chrom had carried her partway back to camp because of that. But still, the question lingered on.

Could there have been another way to defeat Grima?

Divine Naga had made it perfectly clear that Grima had to be killed by his own hand and Robin was the effective catalyst. No one else possessed the Fell Dragon's blood to do so. Even with what the Divine had said, even with what her father had done, Morgan still held her doubts.

"There has to be something... SOMETHING we could've done… Something I could've done…" Morgan said as she flipped through her many tomes.

Magic was a go-to solution in many of the predicaments presented throughout the land. It could be possible that a tome that utilized the Fell Dragon could exist… And then again, it could not.

Morgan shut her tome and let out an anguished sigh. She knew that even if she had found such a tome, it would be too late. Grima was gone and so was her father. A tome that was made of Grima's power would be useless. And besides, she wasn't going to find anything related to that matter by flipping through a Thoron tome. She fell back into her seat and slumped her head on the table.

Amidst these tomes, her father may have been able to conjure up something, being the genius he was. She had never seen anyone like her father. The gleam in his eyes when he was confronted by a problem, the confidence in his unwavering voice, Morgan wanted to be like that. Morgan had strived so hard to be on the same level as her father that she had forgotten her true intentions of why she studied so hard.

And even now, she questioned herself. She had spent so much time trying to be like her father that she ended up not knowing what kind of person her father exactly was. And in her mind, the only imprint he had left was the ever-present genius who she could never live up to.

Morgan wanted to cry but no tears came. Morgan wanted to sob but no words sounded. Morgan wanted to be in her father's embrace just once more but he was gone.

The only thing that had embraced her was the perpetual emptiness that had now been carved deeply inside of her.

END OF CHAPTER.

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(A/N): So short. I'm sorry. But don't worry folks, the story is just beginning. Hopefully, you enjoyed this insufficient piece as much as I had conjuring it.

Until next time,

~SAYONARA~