Stay away from the Royalty, Severa.

But why, mother?

… Because you will fall in love.

Groggily, Severa the mercenary awakened to the blue sky and fluffy white clouds. She laid with her limbs outstretched in the soft tall grass. The breeze softly played through the tree leaves and the field that she was in.

She sat up crankily, and stretched out her arms. Severa looked at her hands, exercising them by clenching and unclenching, then wiggling her fingers all at once. She wondered how long she had been asleep, she wondered if everyone else had fallen asleep when the entered through the past from the future.

That's right, Severa thought and stood up to her feet. The past was so terrible, all the shepherds children were required to go back to the past. To fix their mistakes. To fix her mother and father's mistakes. To keep them alive.

Severa checked all her belongings to make sure everything was still intact. Her gold was still tightly secured in her pouch, her shield on her right side of her arm, still fastened on her shoulder. Her concoctions still in their viles as placed. Her twin pigtails still held up in place on her head. But her sword.

She unsheathed her sword to see how dull it had become. It wasn't even good, perhaps in it's time it was, but definitely not what it used to be. Why did she even pick this sword in the first place? Severa gazed at the dull sword that was used in way too many battles. Her father's face flashed in her memories, it was his favorite sword. Forged and fixed too many times but alas, still the same sword. Gently, she placed her lips on the cool blade as the breeze played with her long pigtails.

Sheathing her sword, she caught a glimpse of a sparkle in the tall grass. The reflection hitting her her eyes. Leaning forward, she picked it up. Her mother's wedding ring. She resented her mother, for leaving her and always choosing the damned blue king of Yilsse. It was obvious to everyone except King Idiot. That her very own mother was in love with him, even though she loved her father so dearly as well, then had moved on. But Cordelia, the famous pegasus knight, still had a habit of placing herself first before King Idiot.

Severa was lucky to be born, especially not being the king's daughter, thank the gods! She loathed the king more than her mother. He was the reason why her mother died, he was the reason of all of this!

Enough thinking about this nonsense, Severa thought to herself. She stretched out her limbs, and prompted onto her journey to find the shepherds. Gods know how long that would take! Where should she even begin? They were always on the move as she recalled from her father's stories. He sometimes talked about the king, but mainly of his adventures before he met the Shepherds and when he met her mother.

Her lips began to curve into a slim pout, she didn't even want to be part of this. The only reason was because -

"Shepherd children of Yilsse!" The blue haired princess, Lucina called upon them.

The other prince, nobles, mercenaries and so on gave their attention to her. She was daring, strong, and fearless. Her sword that was handed down by her family through generations. The Falchion, forged by the fang of Naga herself. Also known as a dragon slaying sword, in this case, Grima.

The Shepherd children were united once all of their guardians started becoming deceased in the war of the risen. One by one, each child began to lose their loved ones. Soon Severa's, and lastly, Lucina's.

"We must fight!" Princess Lucina shouted.

"How?" Severa immediately questioned haughtily, remembering her mother's words when she was young. She stepped down away from the blue haired lord.

"Naga, she has had prepared a spell for all of us to travel through the past. To the war with our mothers and fathers. There is no time to decide, look around you!" Lucina gestured to the apocalyptic world, more risen being summoned and making their way to kill. "We must leave immediately!"

Lucina's sword began to glow brightly, extracting its power from within, creating a portal for each offspring. Lucina was the first to immediately charge into the portal without question, vanishing with the light.

Second was Cynthia, she sprinted to her Pegasus, climbing onto and flew straight through. Third was Inigo, a mercenary like Severa. He sheathed his sword, taking a look back at the other children, in hopes he would meet them. Then he jumped in his portal closing behind him.

Fourth was Owain, the prince of Yilsee, cousin of the princess warrior. He ran inside the glowing portal screaming with his might.

Soon then it was Brady's turn. He grabbed his staff, and marched right in without hesitation. Everyone knew why he went in without word, Gods know what happened to the poor boy that they once knew. Alongside him was Kjelle, they also knew how much she wanted to be close to her mother. How she yearned for it. Now she had the chance.

All that was left were Severa herself, Gerome, Nah, Yarne and Noire. All four children speculated, eyed one another of who was going in next. Wondering how long this power of Naga was going to hold.

Severa definitely knew Yarne was not going alone, the coward he was. Everyone knew he would either be last or refuse to go alone. Same with Noire, unless she held her talisman to give her the courage for it.

Nah on the other hand, put some thought into it, let out a sigh and waved them goodbye, going inside the portal.

Severa clicked her tongue, in thought. She also knew Gerome was the most reserved out of all of them. The only person he really talked to was Cynthia, and that was even if she was lucky to even get a few words out of him. Though, it was odd for him to go after Nah, taking his Wyvern alongside him.

Noire and Yarne established that they would both go at the same time, the exchanged concerned glances to Severa, and she returned a warm smile to them. Once they vanished into the portal her lips formed back into a frown.

Why did she go last!? Severa clenched her fists to herself. Was she that much of a coward? She could hear the Risen making their way. She definitely knew she couldn't handle them all by herself. So why couldn't she go into the damn portal!? Was she that much of a coward? No, she wasn't all afraid, she more… reluctant to meet her mother's younger self.

She never really resented her mother, it more that she envied her. To Severa, Cordelia was perfect. At everything. fighting, loving her husband, being a mother. Hell each weapon she was trained to do was perfect. She was just as smart as her father. Sure she was a genius but her father was even a bigger one to Severa. He planned strategies not like Robin the advisor. He was the most successful thief that there was come to man. To make a living, he stole for others, not only himself. The only thing he stole for himself was his incredible sweet tooth. He was more powerful than her mother, she truly admired him.

Severa, refused to be compared by her mother. She refused to fly pegasus's and learn how to use a bloody lance. Instead, she stuck with her father at all sides.

Damn it all! Severa clenched her teeth and sprinted inside the portal. Memories of childhood quickly flashed inside her mind, where she got along with her mother at first, before Severa began to notice Cordelia's old habits.

After Severa's awakening, she trotted off in a direction she guessed she could find some sort of town or village. First thing on her list was to sharpen up and fix her sword, sure she knew some hand to hand combat but she couldn't defend herself only on that forever. She definitely needed a weapon.

If she can remember correctly, if her home was the same as the past, she could still make it out. She distantly remembered months before the rising came in her time, that her father was teaching her how to map things inside her head. Before she went into a building, a battle, if there was a sudden havoc her father said there was always an escape. She could still hear his words with his voice inside her mind.

Listen carefully, Severa. There is always an escape, sometimes when there isn't one, you have to make one. At unusual times, when you can't make one or find one, patience, and one will open up I promise you.

How will one open up Daddy?

Patience. Then ever so softly, he patted his daughters orange hair, giving a gentle kiss on her forehead. That was the last thing her father had said to her, before venturing off with the shepherds, and risen had taken them.

Severa's mind raced, did he tell her that because he knew? He knew that might not make it back to her? She couldn't help but think that as tears began to blur her vision. If there was always an escape why couldn't he escape that!? She screamed to herself, liar, liar, liar!

As she walked, soaking up the memories of her parents and guardians she loved so dearly, she stopped in her tracks. She was in a cross roads and she could see nothing in the distance. She groaned loudly, unsheathed her sword and put it against the ground. Even though her father lied, she still loved him. Even though her mother was overly perfect and envious of her, Severa still loved her.

"Okay Daddy's sword," she held it up with finger to make it stand on it's tip, "show me the way!" She then let go, and the sword toppled to the left direction.

"That way, huh?" She looked toward the left as the breeze blew against her body. "I think so too."