I noticed that throughout the Fire Emblem Awakening community, OC's had become a common and popular thing. Usually, I'm never interested in that sort of thing, never really peaked my interest. That is until now of course. So this story will be a bit different from my other ones as you'll see in the upcoming chapters. I hope you give my character a chance and that you enjoy my writing as well. Any feedback is appreciated. Thank you.

With an absolute confidence, she could say that today was beautiful. The sky was a pristine baby blue with no clouds in sight, allowing the sun to shine down on the green pasture which absorbed its rays to the point where the blades of grass became warm on her fingertips. She ran her hands through the vegetation, combing the patches of grass around her like she was a small child grooming a pet.

To others, her actions seemed strange. What was so wonderful about the grass beneath one's feet? Surely it was the simplest of commodities, so simple that even the poorest beggar could afford, right? No. Not for her. The scenery before her and the comfortable soil below her were rare luxury's from where she came from. Such sights were absent and a blessing if one was to find one. And as she laid there on the small hill before the village, she realized that this was what she fought for.

Peace and happiness.

But since fate seemed to love messing with her, this experience would soon cease as it always did.

Opening her lazy eyes slowly, the woman picked up on the commotion happening nearby. From a nearby distance, she could hear the distressed and scared voices of several people, all of them spewing nonsense and directions. It was a sound she was too familiar with, chaos, is what it was.

Hoping it would soon end and the village would calm down to whatever happened, she closed her eyes once again and relaxed on her back. But of course, this would not happen.

Instead, she was woken up by a frightened man who stood above her with saucer, wide eyes. From the rags he was wearing, she could tell he was one of the many poor farmers who lived near the countryside. Their life only consisted of farming and trying to get by in life. The only "weapons" these people wielded were their pitchforks, yet this man dared to have a bronze lance between his shaking hands.

"Miss! Miss! Please, you must help us!" the man said with an alarmed voice.

The woman only gave him a sideways glance. "…Whatever for?"

The man pointed to the fields behind him. "T-Those t-things. They're coming! They're coming for all of us!" he shouted.

The woman squinted her eyes to where the man pointed. "Things? What things? I see none," she said, doubting the man's sanity.

He drew close enough to her face to be within whispering distance. With a fearful voice he whispered, "The dead people…those Risen monsters."

The woman backed away from the man with a shocked expression printed on her face. 'R-Risen? Here? But I thought they were only a thing from our future…Could it be that-'. The woman could only shake her head in disbelief. "But this can't be…there's no way this could be possible," she repeated to herself.

"You must help us! We are but simple village people, we know nothing of combat or war. But you must know from the way you are dressed and the weapons you carry. You must know!" he said desperately.

The woman gandered at her own armor. The man wasn't wrong, she was dressed for combat at any moment. The assassin clothing she wore was decorated in sharp weaponry from knives to swords, to some bows on her back. No wonder he came rushing towards her.

She sighed.

This wasn't her job. She didn't even know these people. She came here to escape from exactly this. So why?

"Have mercy in your heart, miss! If you don't help then we'll all die. We've got kids and-"the man went off into a talking frenzy.

The woman didn't respond back to him as she unsheathed her sword from her side. The man backed away in fear, thinking she was going to attack him. But instead of slicing at him, she pointed her blade in the direction of the fields in the distance.

"You say they are coming from over there?"

The man nodded quickly.

The woman narrowed her eyes. "…Very well. I shall assist you in the best way that I can."

"T-Truly? You'll fight?" he said in disbelief.

"Yes. I only ask that you evacuate those that cannot fight to a safe location. I cannot concentrate on two things at once. My main focus is those Risen."

"Bless you! Bless you, ma'am. May Naga shower you with luck and fortune," the man said while grasping her hand tightly.

The woman stared at her hand that the man was holding with apprehensive eyes. Strangers had always put her on edge. She retracted away from him rather roughly and gazed ahead. Giving the man a final look, she put on her hood and rushed away to the fields up ahead.

Maybe coming here was a stupid mistake…

…

Meanwhile…

"Chrom, I think this might be a good place to rest," a feminine voice said.

The exalted prince scanned the village up ahead with hopeful eyes. His soldiers had been marching the entirety of the day with no rest at all. Everyone was beyond tired. Plus, it was a beautiful day. The Shepherds deserved some rest.

"I think you're right as always Robin," he agreed.

Looking back at the Shepherds, he shouted, "Shepherds! We camp here for the day!" Upon saying that he could see the relieved expressions on their faces, he couldn't help but feel relieved a bit too.

As they walked closer and closer to the village, Chrom sensed there was something wrong. What he imagined would be a peaceful day in the countryside village was shattered when he saw the people scurrying and running away from the village itself. Those who ran were mostly woman, children, and the elderly, with a few men helping them escape as well.

What kind of madness was this?

In the midst of the chaos, a villager ran into Chrom with a channeled in strength that could only be found when a man fled for his life. The man trembled before Chrom to the point where he could barely stand, only Chrom's strong grip on his shoulders made him stop shivering.

"Sir! Can you please calm down and tell us what's happening? Why are people fleeing?" Chrom said in a demanding voice.

The man did the opposite of calm down. "W-What have I done? Why did I send her all by herself? She's going to d-die because of me!"

Chrom frowned. "Who? Who's going to die? What woman?"

"R-Risen, coming this way. There was no way we could have defended ourselves. We didn't know what to do! I-I asked a woman near the village if she could help us and she agreed. I thought she would be fine because she looked like a fighter, but-but…There's too many of them! She can't handle of all them! She's going to d-die because of me!" the man shouted hysterically.

"What?!" Chrom growled at him. "How could you send a random woman to fight an entire horde of those monsters?! Are you mad?" Chrom raised his voice.

The villager shied from Chrom's intense gaze. "All of you can fight can't you? P-Please you must help her. I know you can do it!" he begged.

Shifting his attention from the villager to the woman standing near him, Chrom said, "You heard that, right Robin?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I got it, Chrom." Grabbing a tome from within her cloak, Robin flipped to one of its dog-eared pages. "Now, all we have to do is begin the emergency formation we all practiced. If we follow it though correctly, then this should be no problem."

"Did you heard that Shepherds! Our main priority is to protect that woman and keep the Risen from reaching the village. Now, on my mark!"

…

The woman sagged her shoulders in exhaustion as she sent another sword slice a Risen's way, successfully cutting it in half. She huffed in frustration as the waves of the undead kept coming and coming. Who knows how long she could keep this going? When she arrived to the fields she didn't imagine there would be so many, there was no way she could take this on herself.

The woman quickly glanced back at the village and then back at the horde of enemies. She could just leave now. Right now and no one would blame her. She tried didn't she? She did try to protect them…right?

She cursed as a claw swiped near her shoulder nearly cutting the flesh. She needed to focus. Focus!

"Be silent!"

An object whizzed right passed her in the blink of an eye.

What in the world?

This "object" cut down all the nearby Risen within seconds. She stood there practically mesmerized by the man's swordplay, which she only recognized by his grunting and yells.

"You," he pointed at her. "Pay attention," he said gruffly before continuing to fight. And just like that he was gone.

But in that moment she froze. She recognized that man. Of course she did. That man was-!

"You alright?" a kind voice from behind said.

The voice snapped her back into reality as she shook her head to get it out of the gutter. The man who stood before her wore what seemed to be regal armor with an equally elegant sword in hand and blue hair. As she inspected the man from head to toe she noticed just how familiar he seemed. Did she know him from somewhere?

"I…I believe so. Thank you for your consideration," she replied back.

"You're that woman that man told us about, aren't you? What's your name?" a curious look on his face.

"It is Kou'li, good sir. And yours?"

"Chrom," he said affirmatively. "If you don't know already, I'm the current ruler of the halidom of Ylisse. The current band of soldiers you see now are my Shepherds. We basically protect Ylisse and its entire people, but if we only protect our own then what kind of Shepherds would we be? So that's why we're assisting now, if that's what you're wondering."

But that wasn't what she was wondering. For what seemed the second time today, Kou'li was frozen with astonishment.

"Y-You are Chrom…and these are the Shepherds you say?" she muttered.

"Yes?" Chrom seemed confused. "Why? Is there something wrong?"

"Then you are Lucina's father…aren't you?" she breathed out.

Now it was Chrom's turn to be confused. "Wait, you know Lucina? Then doesn't that mean-"

She bowed her head. "Yes. I came here to the past with Lucina."

Chrom only shook his head. "Please don't tell me you're secretly my kid," he groaned.

Kou'li couldn't help but laugh. "No, I'm not. I'm actually-"Before Kou'li could finish her sentence, she swung her sword towards a Risen that was getting too close for comfort near Chrom.

As the monster dissipated into nothingness, she turned around to say, "I think we should leave this conversation for later."

Raising Falchion himself, Chrom nodded and furrowed his brow. "Right."

Within just a manner of minutes, the Shepherds finished off the Risen like they were a daily chore to deal with, and as Kou'li fought along the large group with extreme synergy, she couldn't help but feel a strange kind of happiness she hadn't felt in years.

Now that the fighting was over, the Shepherds dragged themselves back to the village to get their well-deserved rest only to be offered a feast for their efforts. While Chrom tried to gently refuse the offer, the man from before kept begging for them to come to the large meal as a way of to forgive for his actions against the girl. For the first time ever, the Shepherds did not want to eat a grand meal (except for maybe Stahl.)

As the festivities began and everyone started to socialize with one another, Kou'li had other thoughts in her mind. She knew the first thing she should have done was reunite with the other future children once again, but before that, she needed to see someone else.

Away from the commotion was a man standing before a hill, staring off into the sun with a stern look on his face. At his side, a sword. Seeing the man's profile with the sun shining on his face sent her nervousness at the pit of her stomach. She felt like a small child confronting their parent, which wasn't too off from this situation.

She breathed in deeply and shut her eyes tightly. She's waited years for this moment and now she was afraid.

Refusing to let her fear get the best of her, she tightened her hands into fists and marched towards him with her head held high. Before she stood in front of him she whispered a silent prayer to Naga.

Sensing her presence, the man turned around. Taking note that she was indeed a woman, he inched a bit away from her, setting ample space between the two.

"What do you want woman?" he grumbled.

She couldn't help but smile at the man's words. "I wish to thank you from before. You saved me when I wasn't paying attention. I owe you my gratitude."

The man looked away. "Hmph. You don't owe me anything."

Knowing fully well that there were boundaries between the two, Kou'li ignored them and stepped closer to him. "Actually…I believe I do."

Pretending to not be bothered by her close proximity, the man tried keeping his stoic façade. "W-What are you talking about?"

"…I think it would be easier if I showed you something," she said quietly.

Slowly reaching for the sword at her side, the man took note of this and began to reach for his too.

"You mustn't worry. I don't intend to harm you," she said calmly, noticing that when he copied her movements.

Fully unsheathing her sword, she held it out for him to see.

"Do you recognize this sword?" she asked him.

Daring to take a peek, the man observed the weapon with a careful eye. Once truly recognizing who it belonged to, the man stared at Kou'li with terror.

"How did you-"he began.

The sword she held out in her hand belonged to none other than him. There was no difference between the two aside from the antiqueness that seemed to hold her blade. And on the blade itself was his name delicately carved near the hilt, an aspect of the blade he had grown fond to look at.

Lon'qu

Those were the words on the blade that he kept reading over and over again. He switched looking between the two blades, the one at his hip, and the one she held. He repeated this motion so many times, it made him grow slightly dizzy. He pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes. How does she? Does this mean-?!

Kou'li sighed. "You really are the same as always, aren't you…Father?"

KOU (1-幸, 2-光, 3-康): Japanese unisex name meaning 1) "happiness," 2) "light," or "peace."

Li - Strong, family

Making the character Kou'li was a fun experience. Throughout this story you'll see her interactions between her parents, her sibling, and the other future children. As you, the readers, continue the read, we will both learn more about her. Any opinions on her and feedback will be taken into consideration and may shape her into something new or completely the same. Either way, here's some basic information about her before we continue on with the story.

Name: Kou'li

Birth Date: July 14 (aka, the day Robin and Lucina were confirmed for Smash)

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual (A demisexual is a person who does not experience sexual attraction unless they form a strong emotional connection with someone.)

Skin Tone: Light Tan

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Hair Color: White, silver-like color, usually made into a side-bun.

Height: 5"5

Weight: 155 pounds

Class: Assassin

Personality: A usually serious, young girl with an optimistic attitude. With friends and family she is close to, she is extremely caring and protective of them. So protective she will put herself in harm's way for them, much to the people's dismay. To outsiders or strangers, she's cold and at times uncaring. In the end she always helps them, but she is still uncomfortable around them due to the fact that in the future it was hard to trust anyone but yourself, as a result, she became somewhat of a xenophobic. She's very formal in her speech patterns, resembling to how the people of Chon'sin talk considering her Father's descent. The worst at magic.