Part one of my trilogy update! It has been nearly a year since I've last been on this site due to... life. Read my updated note on my profile to understand why as well as figuring out what other stories I will be working on. Since I quite enjoy this idea and because I have reverted back to being a FE Awakening whore (Fates just didn't appease to me,) I now found my writers block has gone away. I hope you enjoy this chapter (and I hope it isn't TOO confusing) and I apologize for any spelling errors.

I do not own Fire Emblem.


Sliding the jagged edge of the rock down the concrete wall, Chrom sighed when noticing the growing cluster of tally-marks representing the two royals time in confinement. Not knowing the correct amount, only taking an educational guess between bouts of sleep, the Exalt dropped his temporarily drawing equipment onto the floor before turning around.

Lucina, his time-travelling daughter whom he loved as his own, was curled up in a fetal position staring blankly at the door opposite. Her once strong gaze now was no more than dull voids as the eighteen year old's sickly pale skin gleamed unnaturally from the light coming in from the dirty window. Balled up on the bed with her father's raggedy undershirt as well as the shredded sheets that held more grime than she cared to find out, the once princess-turned-warrior looked to be no more than a shell.

Chrom leaned back against the uneven wall before pulling his legs up against his chest. Since the encounter with Rob-...Grima a few days beforehand, a horrifying memory that would stay with Chrom for the rest of his days, his daughter had not uttered but a word and instead opted to sleeping the hours away which in turn left Chrom with his thoughts. He didn't pressure Lucina into holding a conversation, didn't try and pry the princess into answer a question despite the growing need to make sure she was alright mentally.

After Grima left the father and daughter duo, Chrom saw before his very eyes the slow breakdown of Lucina's sanity. It killed him to see the last sole member of his family distance herself from reality. He needed her; he needed his little girl to work with him so the two bluenette's could find a way to escape from this fucking hellhole.

Clearing his throat, Chrom began mustering up the courage to call out to his daughter. Just as he opened his mouth, however, a broken sound belonging to the eighteen year old shattered the quiet atmosphere.

"I need to get you out of here." Lucina mumbled out whilst continuing to stare at the splintered door. Because of her father's relentless pounding on both the windows, which now held a slight crack in the middle, as well as the towering door that led out to the main hallway, most if not all of the furniture in the room had been subjected to Chrom's rage.

Rubbing his temple with closed eyes, Chrom snapped his gaze opened when hearing Lucina's words. "What?" Not a question but more of a demand. When receiving no response, Chrom sat up straighter and narrowed his eyes. "Lucina, what did you say."

Said woman only released a tired sigh as she ran her tongue over her chapped lips. Days of limited water as well as food was beginning to take a major toll on her. Despite Chrom giving her a good portion of his own, an action Lucina continuously denied until her father began to get angry, Lucina still felt as if her energy was slowly being drained with each passing second.

"Lucina."

For a moment, the young princess silently berated herself for saying such a thing. Yes, quietly she was conjuring up a plan to get her father to safety. Perhaps begging to Grima and agreeing to do anything he desired, a thought that caused Lucina's heart to ache in pain, would be enough to get the dragon-god to abide to her pleas. Of course, she did not dare utter such thoughts to the former Exalt in fear of being reprimanded.

"Lucina!" This time, Chrom did not hold back his frustration as said man stood from his sitting position. Glaring at his daughter's back, Chrom made his way over to the edge of the bed. "What. Did. You. Say."

She didn't spare him a look, instead continued to look at the semi-smashed up door. Her legs ached from being in such a cramped position for hours straight and, while the mere thought of getting up to stretch her tired muscles seemed appealing, the heroine refrained from moving due to pure terror. It was that emotion alone that was constantly on her mind. Terror at the thought that, if she moved even an inch, Grima would walk through the doorway and have her spread her legs once more. Terror when imagining him grow tired of her father's constant disobedience which will lead to his ultimate death. No, if she stayed in this exact position, Grima would not arrive.

"I need to get you out of here. You need to escape, Father." Repeating herself a second time, Lucina looked on as a multitude of emotions crossed Chrom's face. Shock and bewilderment was evident as the leader absorbed her words.

"Wha...What did you say?" It was if his thought process came to a screeching halt as the young woman only responded with a half-hearted shrug.

Lucina allowed her eyes to close shut as silence once more occupied the cramped room. Just as she was beginning to think her father had lost interest in what she had said, the princess was pulled from her musings as Chrom grasped her chin to lift her head. Forcing her to make correct eye contact with him, Chrom leaned in until they were but several inches apart.

"Listen here Lucina and listen well." The older man grinded out through his clenched teeth. Furrowed eyebrows accompanied glaring eyes and Chrom seethed out the next set of words with uncontained fury. "You ever, ever, speak like that again and I will make sure you regret it. We only have each other now, do you understand? Sumia is dead as well as Cynthia." Flinching at Chrom's hurtful words, Lucina remained quiet as her father continued.

"The Shepherds are gone and Ylisse is probably in shambles by now. The future you tried to avoid is here and we were not able to stop Grima from taking complete power." Raking his hand through his hair, Chrom softened his voice. "From this point forward, it is just you and me, okay? There are no more resistance forces out there and nobody is coming to save us. As soon as you face these facts, the better chance the both of us can escape."

With lips slightly parted in a small 'o', the princess lowered her gaze to the tattered mattress. Her father's words rang true, as much as she hated to admit it. No longer was Chrom the Exalt and no stray soldiers left over would risk their life to try and break them out. The two options both royals could choose was to stay here in this dingy bedroom for the rest of their days or try and run from the enemy. Fighting was not part of the plan as any sane man would know the complete suicide aspect.

"Luci…" Trailing off, Chrom watched his daughter inhaled deeply before flickering her eyes to meet his own. This time, instead of seeing broken blues, Chrom stared into a pool of hatred. Revenge and death screamed across her expression and Chrom knew he got his little girl back. "We're getting out of here. Together."


Morgan covered her head with the fluffy pillow as once more muffled screams could be heard. The ten year old felt her bottom lip tremble when thinking about just who's voice it belonged to.

Her momma. Her beloved mother that sang her to sleep and combed her hair whenever Morgan asked. The very same mother that would curl up in bed with her and tell her how happy she was that Morgan was there; that she was the only reason for living.

The young princess flipped over onto her stomach before closing her lids as the hallways became quiet.

'He's done.' She breathed out a sigh of pure relief as the seconds ticked on. Once she got to the fifth minute, the child slowly crawled out of her bed before edging towards her bedroom door. Cracking the large structure open a tad, Morgan glanced around for any signs of life before tip-toeing towards the end of the hallway.

Her momma slept in the master bedroom, a room Morgan discovered that once belonged to her grandpa and grandma. Of course they were but stories she heard from the Grimleal servants that worked within the castle. It wasn't as if her momma would tell her. She didn't talk about her past that much.

What felt like a lifetime in only a span of two minutes, Morgan reached the double doors. Hesitance brought her to a stop as she shakingly raised her arm to turn the doorknob. However, before she could, the entryway swung open to reveal her father. Snow colored hair that seemed to glow in the moonlight accompanied by deep crimson eyes, her father had a look of curiosity as he noticed his young daughter only a few feet away.

"Morgan," Robin eased out with affection. His face broke out into a smile as his once hardened eyes softened drastically.

"F-Father." Said girl stuttered out before mentally chiding herself. If Robin had noticed her moment of weakness he paid no heed as he only cocked his head to the side.

"Something wrong? Bad dream again?" His question brought the young tactician-in-training to her senses as she nodded rapidly, to afraid to speak lest her tongue betrayed her.

"U-Um… Momma," swallowing down the glob of saliva that became lodged within her throat, Morgan continued. "Can Momma…" She trailed off and glanced towards the direction of her own room, hoping her father would get the hint.

Thankfully, the older man did as he gave an amused chuckle whilst patting the top of his daughter's head. "Get back to your room and I'll send her in. Seem's you've been having a lot of nightmares of late. Anything wrong, my little one?"

"No, Father. I-I just…" Lost for words, Morgan only finished with a unsure shrug whilst forcing herself to give a cheeky smile. It worked as Robin grinned in return.

"Come to me if you have any problem." With that he ushered her backwards before giving her a quick wink. "Give your mother a few minutes."

Not allowing Morgan to respond, Robin closed the door to the bedroom before the audible click of the lock was heard. The ten year old gripped the sides of her nightgown with shaky hands as she trudged back towards her room.

When reaching her bed, Morgan slumped onto the mattress and slowly started counting in her head, all the while fumbling with her petite fingers.

Thankfully, it was not long until the unmistakable creaking of her bedroom door alerted the child as the very person she loved more than anything appeared.

Lucina barely had time to close the door before her daughter came barrelling into her stomach, causing her to let out a gasp of surprise.

"Momma!" Burying her face within the soft fabric of her mother's nightgown, Morgan breathed in her scent as her heart began to lift.

"My Sweet," the older woman cooed as Morgan pulled Lucina towards the edge of her bed. Despite it being only large enough to fit one individual, Morgan wasted no time in snuggling up to her mother as the two assaulted themselves with layers of blankets. It was cold due to the relentless snow outside that had yet to stop but Morgan paid no mind as she burrowed her face against her mother's chest.

"I love you, Momma." The little girl whispered out and squeezed said woman around her thin waist.

"I know and I love you too." Lucina sighed out the words as she stared down at her little girl. At twenty-eight years old, the Queen of Plegia felt as though she had been through far more than what a normal person should.

She was tired, both mentally and physically, due to the years of torture her husband made her withstand. Robin, the man she had not once trusted the moment she learned of his existence. Over a decade ago, when he turned on her father and his comrades, Lucina was not able to react fast enough. Yes, she at one point pointed her blade mere centimeters from his heart. However, because of Chrom's pure heart, Lucina managed to stay her doubts.

What a fool she had been.

Her mother had died as well as her little sister. Her dear friends whom she went through hell with were slaughtered with little to no mercy.

"Momma," Morgan's light tone broke through her train of thought, causing Lucina to blink away unshed tears. She was truly surprised she even had the energy to cry anymore.

"Shh, go to sleep, My Sweet." The bluenette murmured quietly as her daughter nodded against her ribcage.

Closing her eyes and feeling her mind begin to shut down, Morgan hummed in agreement. "Hmm. Night Momma, I love you very much."

Feeling her chest restrict at her little girl's words, Lucina released a shaky breath. Perhaps Robin did take her against her will nearly every night. Perhaps he did impregnate her with a child for the purpose of continuing on both bloodlines. The years had been hard for Lucina whom was constantly under surveillance from her dear husband. Robin never once let her out of his sight, never allowed her to step foot out of the vast building without him trailing only a few steps away.

She had gained freedom, little by little, once Morgan was conceived. Maybe because he knew she had nowhere to go at that point. With a unborn child belonging to a murderer that destroyed her home and land, Lucina became aware no civilians would take her in.

The pregnancy had been hard, so terribly hard because of how much power her little girl withheld. During labor, it was said that there was a high chance Lucina would not make it, would not lay eyes on the one gift she was blessed with in this dying world.

To this day, the Queen would never understand why Robin reacted in such a negative way. The traitorous man turned monster did not take to the news as he only slaughtered the travelling healer before sending out hundreds upon hundreds of Risen's to find anything that could be of help. It had to be because of how important Morgan would be, he needed to continue his lineage. That was the only obvious reason.

As the days turned to weeks and in turn passed on to a full month, Lucina knew she would soon be joining her dear mother and sister. Only by some miracle did she get through the labor, a terrible memory she would remember sporadically. The former princess was unsure how she dodged death and questioned why Robin did not allow her to perish.

"That herb held true." He had once said around the time Morgan had turned two. She recalled that particular moment vividly as she was watching her innocent daughter playing with the hated bastard. Never had he spoken about that fateful event that near coasted her life until now. She didn't dare ask him to repeat himself, for the fear of being punished was still a new threat, and so she opted to listen as he showered his giggling daughter with love.

The man picked up the bubbly girl with a warm smile before cradling her within his arms. It was a fresh sight to see the evil fucker act as if he had a heart and Lucina herself nearly did a double take the very first time he began to express his love for Morgan.

"Of course, there are always side effects." It seemed as if Robin was speaking to himself as he coddled Morgan and for a moment, Lucina began to wonder if she should have quietly left the room. Leaving her daughter behind was the only reason she did not budge.

It wasn't until he flickered his piercing gaze towards his bride that Lucina understood to whom he was directing his words to.

The man seemed to sit up straighter as he began to speak. "What we found was of some help only found north of Plegia's border. It was pure chance that we even discovered such a plant. Because of your weak body," emphasizing on the word 'weak', Robin continued on. "Morgan is the first… and last child you will be able to carry."

Silence gripped ahold of the spacious room as two of the three occupants began a staredown. Robin studied the appalled look that overcame Lucina. The brand in her left eye was noticeable more than ever as her pupils seemed to dilate in disbelief.

"Paaapa." Morgan sang out as her curly sapphire hair swayed about. Interrupting the quiet surroundings, the child prodigy reached up to grip Robin's nose. She giggled up at the expressionless man with loving eyes.

Once again, Robin set his gaze back to Lucina, still finding her taking in the news.

"You kept me alive… only to give me a slow death." The bluenette whispered out.


The fire blazed on as screams of terror awoken the beaten down road. Windows were bashed in and roofs began to collapse due to the pressure of the heated flames. Whilst some civilians of the East-Khan seeked to help drag mangled bodies out from the falling buildings, others attempted to turn and flee the scene without remorse.

Villagers fled to surrounding countries, hoping to find a brave hearted leader that would help the Yilssean's in their desperate time of need. Few stayed behind to fight the losing battle whilst others pledged themselves to the Plegian king in a last attempt to keep on living. Of course, Grima wasted little time in destroying the weak resistance before turning his power to the traitorous Yilssean's. The monster took great pleasure in torturing the young women and men that had begged to be spared from such a slow death.

Standing atop a cliff not too far away, Grima smirked as cries belonging to the last round of survivors began to die out. Soon, the small town of Mokushu would be in ruins.

"M' King." A stray Grimleal spoke up as he stopped on a few feet away. Not sparing him a glance, Grima instead chose to watch a few of his men drag a screaming woman no older than sixteen out onto the street before throwing her to the ground. The god tilted his head in quiet fascination as three of the four soldiers pinned her arms and legs together so their remaining comrade could bunch up the hem of her skirt. Turning away from the entertaining scene, Grima flickered his eyes to the west.

"Divide the men in two. Have Aversa lead one portion towards Valm Harbor. I will lead the rest in the direction of Port Ferox." Clipped and short sentences were all he allowed as the monster trudged towards his fray of men. Of course he could kill every living soul within this particular continent with a swipe of his vast powers, however he found far more satisfaction in murdering each individual whilst staring into their terror-filled eyes.

"Sir." With a nod of affirmation, the soldier bowed before leaving the brooding man. After a second of silence, Grima allowed his eyes to shut as a slow grin began to form on his pale lips.

"Soon, my bride, I will be returning home for you."


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