Chapter 3

Alright... chapter 3! Here we go! This chapter will contain a lot of fighting... and a bit of emotional stuff... so I guess there's that.

"Chrom. Lucina. Morgan." Robin removed her hood, her cloak dirty. "Sorry I ran when you appeared, Chrom." She sighed. "I'm sorry I worried all of you."

Chrom looked at his wife. "Robin..." He sighed. "You're back. This felt just like when you defeated Grima..." He growled. "Why didn't you come back?"

"There are still those Plegian soliders around," revealed Robin. "I was spying on them. They plan to attack, and there are a few hundred of them already. But... there's no tactician they have."

"So you think they plan to attack us soon?" mused Morgan. "Seems interesting. Not too many..."

"Wait." Lucina looked at Chrom. "What are you looking at, father?" she asked.

"What...?" Chrom looked in the distance. "I can see them." His voice was of extreme shock. "No way."

Morgan groaned. "Oh, no," he muttered. "I need to buy a sword." Chrom handed his son a bag of gold. "Thanks, dad." He quickly got himself a Levin Sword. "Alright..." He watched as the enemy drew ever closer. "You told me that the Plegian leader was hostile, but..."

Chrom drew Falchion. "Well..." sighed Chrom. "No other choice. We have to fight."

"Retreat." Everyone looked at Robin in shock. "We have the advantage in the castle."

"Alright." Chrom led his family back to the castle, and they all entered. "Prepare for battle!"

Lissa ran out of the tea room in the castle, followed by Maribelle. "Brother?!" she exclaimed.

"Plegian soldiers are heading here right now," snapped Lucina. "Auntie, we have to move quick!"

"Okay..." Lissa rushed up staris, followed quickly by her friend Maribelle. "I'll get readt!"

"Morgan." Cherche presented his cloak to him. "So... we are preparing for battle?" she asked.

"Yes." Robin revealed a Levin Sword. "Chrom, take Lucina and Morgan to the training grounds, quick. They'll need to brush up on their skills. There should be a bit of time before they attack..."

"Wait." Morgan quickly ran up to his room and grabbed a Steel Sword from his room, before he was stopped by his wife's voice. "Morgan...?'"

"Plegian soldiers are invading," he panted. "Stay here where it's safe." He rushed out without waiting for his wife's response. This isn't good... he thought as he reached the main hall agai.

"Morgan?" Lucina also had her Falchion drawn. "Father. Morgan's ready," she told him.

"Alright." Chrom led his son and daughter to the training grounds. "Okay, you two. Go!"

"Yes." Morgan clashed with Lucina's Falchion, his Steel Sword clashing with the legendary blade.

"Hmph!" Lucina leaped back and dodged a strike from a bandit. "How...? So fast..." she grunted. Lucina began to slash at the enemies. "How are they so mobile?"

Morgan grunted as he leaped back. "They're moving in small units!" he realized. "Small units of a few dozen here..." He withdrew his sword and unleashed Elthunder spells on the soldiers. "There's so many!" His tome quickly drained, and he drew his Levin Sword. "Not good..."

"Keep fighting," called Chrom. He began to slash at the foes. "There's... too many..."

"Arcwind!" called Ricken, from a tree. "hey, everyone. My sneak attack worked!" he grinned.

Morgan smiled. "Ricken!" He watched as the mage landed on his feet, and the two raised their respective weapons. "Ready?"

"Too ready." Together, both Morgan and Ricken caused heavy destruction within the seemingly endless crowd that was attacking them.

Morgan suddenly heard a small gasp and hiss of pain from somewhere behind him. Lucina! He realized. He turned, and received a slash to his back. "Ugh...!"

"We have to push back," grunted Chrom. "If we lose any more ground, we're dead."

Morgan drew his Steel Sword, with a slight hiss of pain. "Careful," warned Ricken.

"Lucina!" Morgan forced his way through the crowd to his now cornered sister, now having to fight using Falchion in her right hand only. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," she growled as she unleashed another deadly slash upon the Plegian soldiers. "Come. You heard father!" She looked at Morgan. "This is where we push back!"

"Right!" Morgan unleashed deadly combos with his two swords, in his two hands.

"That's the spirit!" Chrom let out a bellow of challenge. "This is where they all die."

Father's brutal... just like in the war...! realized Morgan. He shook his head. Now is not the time to think about something like that... "Yes!" From the tip of his Levin Sword, Morgan forced out a burst of electricity. "Ricken, Lucina, father! NOW!" With Chrom leading the charge, they forced themselves past. Wait... thought Morgan. This is almost too easy... what is this...?

The four of them forced themselves to the front of the castle. There, Robin and Lissa were cornered, Robin doing her best to protect the royal beside her.

"Come on," growled Chrom, raising Falchion again. "These bastards will regret messing with my family."

Morgan thought for a moment, before noticing that a large number of the soldiers had just entered the castle. "Father! Lucina!" he called. "Help mother and auntie!" He turned to Ricken. "There's a ton of these guys entering the castle. Let's aid them!"

"Yeah." Ricken followed Morgan into the castle, and he instantly stopped. "No..."

The main hall was a mess. There were dead bodies everywhere, though Morgan noticed a lot more Plegian bodies then guards. He let out a small breath. "We're slowly driving them back."

"Morgan! Ricken!" Morgan turned to see Maribelle, a healing staff in her hands as she tended to Libra, before stopping and the priest arose. "There's too many..."

"Hm..." Libra grunted. "There is nothing that can be done but keep on fighting," he mused.

"Right." Morgan looked around. "But right now... it's quiet. Way too quiet..." He made sure that his two swords were at the ready and in his two hands. "Do they have a tactician after all...?"

Maribelle looked at Morgan. "What do you-" She suddenly stopped talking and fell over, dead.

"Heh heh..." Morgan turned around and saw Drake. "Three days, boy. Not tough, are you?"

"Drake," he growled. He has good aim... his axe... He turned to look at Maribelle's figure. "Her head..." He turned to fully face Drake. "Why do you soldiers attack us Ylisseans?!" he yelled in outrage.

"You killed Validar," growled Drake, raising his sword. "Therefore... I will have my revenge."

"Ma! I..." Brady ran in and saw all of them. "MA!" he roared. "You..." He looked at Drake.

"Eh..." Morgan thought rapidly for a moment. "Libra! Take Brady out of here!" The priest nodded and knocked out the man, taking him out. "Ricken... we're going to deal with this one."

"My Arcwind tome doesn't have too many usages left," grunted Ricken. "Perhaps you should be support." Ricken prepared his spell.

"No. Only I have weapons intended for close range." Morgan groaned as he readied himself. "I just sent our two healers away... I must be an idiot." He walked towards Drake.

"Well... this time you have two weapons and I have one. Think you can tip this in your favour?" Without waiting for Morgan's answer Drake rushed him.

"Hm..." Morgan managed to deflect Drake's blows with his two swords. I need to get some spacing... With that thought Ricken unleashed his Arcwind spell, forcing Drake to leap back. "Thanks."

"No problem." Ricken began to prepare another Arcwind spell. "Don't get killed."

"Good advice." Morgan pointed his Levin Sword's tip at Drake, channeling his mana for a moment before letting it go in an electric burst towards Drake.

"Trying to use spells, hm?! Not going to work!" Drake rushed Morgan again after deflecting the attack with his sword.

Wait... thought Morgan as he clashed with Drake's sword. Maybe... if I use my Levin Sword's electricity on bodies around Drake and then on him, or least his sword... maybe I could cause a chain reaction! Morgan leaped back, using a burst of electricity on a nearby body.

"Arcwind!" yelled Ricken, forcing more spacing between the two. "Geh... one more shot left..."

Morgan used his Levin Sword's magic on bodies all around the room, before aiming at Drake again. "Hah!" Drake blocked the magic with his sword, and Morgan unleashed one more burst of electricity.

"Now..." But then, the Levin Sword broke. "No...!" Morgan cursed, and readied himself agin. "Well..."

Drake lazily evaded Ricken's Arcwind spell, before looking at the two. "Well...? Is that it?" He laughed. "So... you two are puny after all." He rushed in as Morgan readied himself for attack.

Within seconds, Morgan's sword was knocked out of his hands. "No..." He took a slash, and blood seemed to explode from his body. Morgan fell on his back again. "I guess... this is it..." he croaked.

"Yes." Drake laughed, raising his sword for one last stab. "Say good-bye, friend! It's over!"

"No!" grunted Ricken, rushing forward to do something. But Morgan knew that he couldn't possibly overwhelm Drake in strength, or win against Drake in any way.

I'm sorry, he thought to himself. Nah... mother, father... I'm going to die. Nah... I'm sorry that I won't be there for you or our child... I hope you stay safe...

Drake lunged for the killing blow, and Morgan closed his eyes, ready for death.

Suddenly, Drake's sword stopped, and Morgan opened his eyes again as blood dropped on his body in an amount he knew would kill a man within minutes, and no amount of healing could save that person.

But Morgan was shocked to see who had just saved him from his untimely fate.

"Ricken!"

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