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"Who is he?" a little Lucina asked her mother.
The mage smiled down at her daughter and explained, "That boy is referred to as Morgan, the son of the fundamental ex-tactician of our confederacy, the Shepherds. Shortly after the Plegian nation had misplaced their Queen, Aversa, Robin was next in line due to lost heritage. Robin declined, but capitulated once Chrom and Henry reinforced the resolution.
"But…his mom was Plegian?" Lucina asked, saying Plegian like it was veggies on the dinner plate.
"Affirmative, and we have been exceptionally beneficial with the nation ever since his mother secured sovereignty afterwards." Lucina nodded, keeping a close eye on the boy on the other side of the window.
A few hours later when the ten year old was supposed to be in bed, Lucina walked in the room that held the boy. He was reading a book with a candle by hid bed for lighting. She crept up on him, making sure to keep as silent as she could be… Lucina then heard hacking coughs from another part of the room. She stopped dead in her tracks, then slowly moved her eyes to the source of the noise.
"Father, are you alright?" asked the boy.
"Oh yeah, Nya ha, just something sneaking around in my throat." He laughed as he placed a finger to his lips, showing Lucina that he wasn't going to say anything. Lucina let out a small huff of air and continued her journey to the other side of the room, the furthest corner that no other princess has dared to journey. Because the journey is for one-eth.
She's been spending too much time with her cousin…
The father picked up a book and directed his attention elsewhere while Lucina watched Morgan from behind a separation curtain. She watched with intensity and focus that she fell backwards when Morgan caught sight of her.
"Arck!" she cried as she had been revealed.
"Ah! Are you okay?" Morgan called. He grunted as he threw his legs over the edge, his injuries still bothering him when he made sudden movements. But no time for that! He had to rescue the princess!(?)!
"Morgan, don't move too much unless you want a sticky, puss filled, yellow and green fluids…mmm… What was I saying again?"
"I got this." Morgan replied as he limped out of his bed.
"Huh?" popping out of his thought's, Henry hopped out of his own bed, scooping the princess up, who yelped, then his son, and plopped them on Morgan's bed in a less than graceful motion.
"There you go, now quit trying to be a hero, you have too many owchies to be running around." Henry lectured as he sat in the middle of the two.
"What? But you're more hurt than me, why are you allowed to run around?" Morgan pouted.
"Since I'm your father, I'm allowed to be hypocritical like that." Henry countered before leaping off the bed and returned to his own, "Morgan, stay in bed. Lucina, head to bed soon or someone will be beheaded before they can become bed-headed!"
"U-uh, okay!" Lucina replied, not fully grasping what he had just said. Something about bedhead?
"Got it." Morgan sighed.
The two kids sat there awkwardly while Henry was humming in the background, assumingly flipping through a book due to the sounds of pages.
"How old are you?" Lucina questioned.
"8 and a half." He answered. "How about you?"
"Ten."
The awkward silence filled the room again.
"So…" Morgan began, "Your name is Lucina, right?"
"Yep…"
"My father says that you're the princess of Ylisse."
"Yep…"
"That's so cool!" he suddenly burst into smiles, "I'm the prince of Plegia!"
Lucina nodded, remembering that her mother might have said something about that. His mother was the one to take the throne after this 'Aversa' character passed on. She wasn't too sure as to how they figure that they were the ones to claim the throne, or why…
"I'm the princess because I have the mark of Naga in my right eye." she pointed to her eye.
Morgan awed, "Woah. That is really cool! I have something like that too! Its-"
"BED TIME!" Henry shouted from his place on the bed. "It's waaay past your guys' bedtime. Sleep now." He commanded as he blew a small gust of wind towards all the candles, leaving the room dark.
"Mmm, you better listen to him. My dad can be pretty scary when he wants to be." Morgan warned with a nervous laugh.
Lucina nodded and cautiously walked her way out of the dark room, determined to come and visit again tomorrow and the day after that to figure out what this Morgan guy was all about. His father would need a check in too.
Morgan smiled as he watched the girl leave. He hadn't seen anybody his age since he got here, and he didn't think he remembered anyone his age either. His first memory was waking up in that bed with his father on the other side of the room surrounded by two other adults.
He couldn't remember anything other than the fact that the platinum haired man was his father. Even that took a minute to remember. After he called out to his father, he realized he didn't even know his own name. This concerned him, but he didn't dwell on it too much.
"Who am I?" he asked, genuinely curious. He couldn't remember what his favorite food was. That was the most horrifying about this situation.
His father's smile had immediately fell, making Morgan feel guilty. The other two had quickly left to leave them in peace and privacy, leaving Morgan to be even more curious.
Morgan recalled his own worry when his father literally crawled out of bed, then over to his bed and sat on the foot of his bed.
"Kid," He began, wait, was that his name? "There comes a time in every person's life where they have to suffer something. Your mother actually went through the same thing as you, or so I heard anyways, and she obtained amnesia."
"My name is Kid?" he asked, not showing that he heard anything else.
"Hm? Oh yeah… nope."
"Yeah, nope…?"
"Yes."
"…"
"Okay, you got me. Curses, and I almost got away with it too, nya ha! Your name is-"
"Morgan." Morgan interrupted.
"Uh, well yes. How did you guess?"
"It just came to me. Right now."
"Woah!" Henry began giggling, "Maybe all your memories will come back like that!"
Morgan thought about it, and maybe they would.
Henry and Morgan spent the rest of the evening discussing the workings of Ylisse, and the rules. He even explained to his son about his heritage on his own side, but became very evasive when it came to Morgan's mother's side…
"Oh! And there was this one time Dad went and told me to-"
Morgan interrupted him again, "What about mother?"
"Oh, well mother sometimes told me stories-"
"No, I mean my mother." He stressed.
Henry paused, "Drat. I was hoping you wouldn't ask that." He burst out laughing, a more forced laughter than before.
Morgan didn't mean to make his father upset, but he was upset himself that he couldn't remember much about his mother. He strongly hoped that the memories of her would pop back to the surface soon, it was agonizing knowing he couldn't remember someone he loved. He could remember spending time with her, but he couldn't remember what they were doing. He remembered looking up to her as a role model, but he can't remember if there was a particular reason why.
His father smiled sadly and averted his gaze, "Morgan… Your mother was an amazing person." He snapped his head straight back to his son, making Morgan jump, "But I don't want to spoil too much! I don't want to have to tell you allllll about her only for you to remember anyways. Then all that effort would have been for naught!" he waved his finger in Morgan's direction, "I'm disap-point-ed you would overlook such an obvious factor!" he grinned.
Morgan mirrored his father's grin. "Haha, you got me. I'll get the slip on you one of these days, so you better watch out!" the two laughed. Morgan was hoping he would get his memories back soon, he wanted to remember everything from before. He only remembered tidbits of his own father, but nearly nothing about his mother.
Henry was hoping his son would never get his memories back.
A/n: Before you say anything…
1: I have an explanation about the whole 'what's different in this timeline' in chapter 7, so ask your questions now so I can include the answers when the time comes.
2: Aversa is legally defined as misplaced. There is no other word to describe her status.
3: The cover photo IS drawn by me, thanks for noticing :)
4: Thanks for reading!
