A/N: I recently started playing Fire Emblem: Awakening on my 3DS, which I received on Christmas, and I fell in love with the future children. It's a little disappointing that they don't expound more on what they went through in their supports with their parents, though I have heard of the Future Past DLC and I'm hoping to get that at some point. But the point of this story is that it's more of a series of short-stories on each of the future children and how I pictured the deaths of their parents to play out. Some of the deaths are hinted from certain support conversations, others are some that I came up on the spot. I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it (and playing the game for it)!

The Scion of Legend

"Why?! Why did you take that arrow for me?! You could have died!"

"Father, watch as I dispatch my foe with a new attack that I have developed!" yelled Owain, who raised his sword high above his head with a "heroic" grin on his face. The wind blew his dark brown hair slightly and his blue eyes shone with determination.

Standing across from him in the vibrant green field was his father, standing tall and proud as he always is. His father was a man of few words, a myrmidon with unprecedented skill, a hero - and Owain wanted nothing more than to be like him. Owain inherited his father's dark brown hair and followed in his footsteps as he trained to be a myrmidon himself. Owain was almost a spitting image of his father (even wearing similar myrmidon garb, only his was yellow, while his father's was a dark blue), if it weren't for his bright blue eyes and his loud, eccentric attitude - all of which he inherited from his mother, Lissa.

To Owain, his father was a man who could never be defeated so easily.

His father smirked at him as he gave his son his full attention. "Alright. Show me what you can do."

With a confident grin, Owain pointed his sword at the wooden dummy that he had set up in front of him. "Tremble in fear, villain! For you face the mighty Owain in great combat! Pray to the gods that your end shall be swift as my sword hand-"

"Owain," his father interrupted Owain's prepared monologue. "Cut the theatrics and show me the move."

Biting back a complaint, Owain calmed himself and took the stance that his father had taught him, the same stance that his father always used in battle, and poised himself to strike. He took a deep breath as he yelled, "RADIANT...DAAAAAAWN!" and struck the wooden dummy with great speed, surging forward until the dummy was behind him. Slowly, the wooden figure collapsed - sliced cleanly in half.

"Ha-ha! Father, did you see that? I sliced it in-"

A slight rush of wind and in the blink of an eye, Owain's father was standing in front of him with his back facing him and his arms spread out wide.

Owain stared at his father with wide eyes. "F-Father?"

The man said nothing, and without warning, Owain watched helplessly as his father collapsed to the ground; an arrow protruding from his chest.

"Father!" Owain knelt down to his father's side and called out at the top of his lungs. "Mother! Mother, help!"

The front door of their home slammed open as a petite woman with unruly blonde hair came rushing out, staff in hand. "Owain? Honey, what's wro-" Lissa took one look of the man crumpled on the ground next to her son and she paled. "Lon'qu?!" She rushed to her husband's side and quickly pulled the arrow out of her husband's chest.

Tears were welling up in Owain's eyes as he saw the blood on his father's chest. "Father...he shielded me and-" He bowed his head and bit back his cries.

Lissa wasted no time in casting a Mend over her husband's wound, but nothing happened. The wound didn't close.

"W-what?" Lissa tried again, and again, and again. Nothing. "No... No! Why isn't it working? My staff is broken, but it won't...i-it won't heal!"

Owain just watched, feeling completely and utterly powerless as his mother continued to try to heal his father, but to no avail.

Lissa tried again, only to be stopped by her husband, who grabbed her wrist - his grip weaker than it usually was. "Risen archer...in the trees," he gasped. "There will...be more soon. Lissa...take Owain...and go...to Ylisse. You'll...be safe." His eyes slowly shut and his breath came to a stop, his hand falling limp against his side.

Owain stared at his father's body, praying to the gods that his father was only unconscious and not really dead. But hearing his mother's despair-filled sobs, he knew that what he thought would be impossible, had happened. His father was dead.

"Let me show you my finest weapon of all! ...It's actually just a piece of a staff. But I named it "Lissa". You were holding it when you... Well, it's my greatest treasure."

He didn't know how it happened, he wished he could've stopped it, but he knew he couldn't. The situation had been simple: Defend a nearby village near Ylisse from a relatively moderate sized group of Risen. Owain had volunteered himself to go, eager to prove himself to both the original remaining members of the Shepherds and to his friends. But more importantly, he wanted to prove himself to his mother.

Ever since the day his father died, his mother kept him close - too close for comfort. Owain knew she meant well, that her constant coddling was reasonable. But if he allowed himself to be kept away from the fighting, he wouldn't be able to grow stronger to protect his friends and his family. Owain couldn't bear to sit idly, knowing that there was something he could do to aid the world - to be a hero like his father; which is why he insisted on tagging along with the Shepherds on this particular mission.

But when they arrived at the village, the number of Risen was much larger than they had anticipated. A simple mission ended up becoming a fight for their lives. And while Owain was enraptured in battle, he had allowed the worst possible thing to happen.

He allowed his mother to become a target.

A Risen barbarian struck her down with an axe. The large weapon had shattered his mother's staff, cut into her skin and sent her to the ground in a bloody heap. Owain was able to dispatch the monster quickly, but he wasn't fast enough to come to his mother's aid.

And now, here he was, clutching onto her pale body - his mother, clinging to life as she slowly bled out.

"Mother, just hold on!" He begged, his eyes brimming with tears. "Brady! Brady, where are you?! My mother has been wounded!" Owain scanned the battlefield for the rugged red-haired priest, but he was nowhere to be seen and his mother didn't have much time.

"Owain...stop," she said weakly; her voice just an echo of her usually loud, energetic tone. "It's...it's okay. It's alright. Everything...will be alright." She clutched his hand in a weak grip.

He looked at her and sobbed. She was covered in her own blood; her blue eyes were beginning to lose their shine. "No, no it's not! Mother...Mother, please," he begged, "Please don't leave me."

Lissa gave him a small smile, took a shaky breath and pushed something into the palm of his hand. "You...you've grown up to be a strong...kind man and a skillful warrior." She was crying too. "Your father...he would've...been so proud of you."

Her eyes were beginning to close and her grip on his hand was going slack. She was dying. He was going to lose his only parent. "Mother, no," he said. "Just hold on. Please."

But she was already gone. Her blue eyes were shut and her hand went limp. Owain felt numb, the same feeling from when he lost his father. Only this time, it felt much worse.

"Owain!"

Someone was calling his name, but he didn't bother to look up. All he could do was stay kneeling on the ground, his teary eyes fixated on his mother's cold corpse.

"Owain!" Inigo grabbed Owain's shoulder and forced the brunet to face him. "There's too many Risen surging through and there'll be more if we stay here! We have to retreat!"

"But," Owain looked at his mother's body again. "But Mother...her body... I can't leave her behind. I have to bury her..."

A flash of sympathy passed over Inigo's face, but it quickly faded into a serious one. "Owain, we need to go. Now. I understand, hell, we all do! But if we stay any longer, we'll be dead by sundown. Your mother protected you all this time and so did your father. Don't let their sacrifice got to waste."

Inigo was right; Owain knew that, but to leave his mother's body behind? He glanced at his mother's face for the last time and nodded his head at Inigo. He took the blonde's hand and got back up on his feet; the two of them retreating from the battlefield with the others, whoever else survived.

By the time they reached safety, Owain walked away from the group, needing some time alone to grieve, and no one stopped him. All of the others - Inigo, Lucina, Laurent, and the other children of some of the past Shepherds - knew what it was like to lose their parents. They knew he needed some space.

Once he was alone, he glanced at what his mother had placed in his hand just before she died. He took one look and tears fell from his eyes.

She had given him a piece of her shattered staff, and her wedding ring.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed Owain's segment. The next one will most likely be Brady or Inigo. I think it's obvious who Owain's father is (I stated his name, of course you know.) I actually S supported Lon'qu and Lissa completely by accident, but I actually ended up liking it. The support was really cute and when I recruited Owain and found out that he was a myrmidon like Lon'qu, it was just perfect! If you liked what you read, feel free to leave me a comment in the reviews. If you have something else to say, type that down too (Especially if you want to talk FE:A. I'd love that!) Just no hate, please. I accept constructive criticisim, but rude comments are a no-go.
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