Notes: Happy Halloween to all, may you get lots of candy today! :D
Anyways, here I am again. Had one busy week, but promised to be back today... And I come with the Child Scroll Compendium 2, the Book of Spares! Let's get the consequences of the Book of Affairs rain down, nineish months after the end (you see where this is going, eh?)
Stats: Guess what? Requests are formally open now! Just like before, I will do any pairing, and each mention will earn that pairing 500 words. For more information, check my profile. Anonymous is enabled, by the way, in case you need it.
Morgan proudly stood beside Chrom as the new tactician of the Shepherds. Though he felt sorry for Robin, who was bedridden, and Lucina's glares were burning the back of his hair off, he still liked the recognition his father was giving him. And the Shepherds needed to march again, as rebel Grimleal were menacing the peace of the world...
"Woman, you can't go to war like that!" Basilio yelled as he chased after his wife.
Flavia was having none of it. "I can handle it. You're the one fainting all over the place!"
The tactician sneaked away from his father's side, and went to follow the Feroxi Khans. They had arrived to the camp a couple of weeks ago, both ready to go bash some skulls in, but now they were fighting each other. What had changed?
...he was very out of shape, he realized as he lost them in the labyrinth of the camp's tents, panting. It could take him the rest of the day to find them like this.
"You're such an easy target!" he heard the taunt, the voice of a young woman he didn't recognize, and heard the sound of a javelin flying through the air toward him.
Morgan barely managed to look up, he could swear the tip of the weapon was right in front of his eyes already...
"Morgan, move!" Lucina tackled him to the ground just in time.
And Basilio and Flavia rushed his attacker, who wore Feroxi colors on her knight armor. The princess helped her half-brother back to his feet, and both saw how the Khans got the spy disarmed and restrained in spite of the bulky armor. "Let go!" she roared.
Morgan had a good look of her face now: black hair, lighter eyes, and dark skin...
"Wait!" the tactician commanded. Lucina walked behind him as he approached them, hand ready upon her Falchion. "What is your name, and what are you doing here?"
The young woman rolled her eyes, but was cooperative and truthful: "I'm Junia. I'm trying to get away from the Grimleal. They requested the head of Ylisse's tactician, and I was about to get it."
Morgan gulped. "I need it, though." The Khans chuckled.
"And where do you come from?" Lucina asked.
"You might not believe me, but I come from the future," Junia answered.
The half-siblings looked at each other and shrugged. "We're also from the future. We don't recognize you," Lucina said.
Junia sighed. "I guess I'm not born here yet either... I'm the daughter of Basilio and Flavia, do you know them at least?"
"Well... You don't disappoint like your father, at least," Flavia declared.
Basilio shook his daughter, "But why are you a knight?"
"Raimi declared my parents incompetent to raise children, so she took me under her wing instead."
Morgan tried not to laugh as they left the Khans behind cursing up a storm, and he and Lucina escorted Junia to be questioned by more experienced Shepherds about her Grimleal connections.
Junia the Knight: Daughter of Basilio and Flavia, but raised by Raimi. Following her caretaker's example, she became a knight, hoping to become a great knight someday. Inherited her father's wanderlust and her mother's strong-mindedness. Doesn't really get along with her parents in her future, hiding her relationship to them and never visiting.