Severa wakes up face down in the dirt, 'What happ… oh, right, Naga sent us back.' She gets up and looks around… no Lucina, Inigo… or anyone. She wasn't tricked was she? This better not be some sort of sick joke by Naga. There is a town in the distance, might as well do something while she is here. She takes a single step before hitting her boot on something metal and nearly falling down. 'That's something Sumia or Cyn...,' She stops as she sees what exactly she hit.

It is a sword with a zig-zag pattern, electricity jumps from point to point on the blade. A Levin Sword? What is that doing… then her heart leaps as she sees a note attached to the hilt. She takes a breath as she picks up the sword and eagerly grabs the note. 'Gangrel has been recently taken out, so you have well over two years to get to Ylisse."

A small smile graces her face, he is still looking over her… then that means he made it with the others. Which means there will be two Robins running around. An unwanted headache comes with the implications, so she pushes that thought away and looks the blade over before… wait. 'This one has an enchanted hilt, just like…' Her fingers graze the leather-bound hilt, a small 'Robin' etched into it. 'This isn't just a Levin Sword, this is his Levin Sword!' She remembers how happy he was when he had one of them so heavily enchanted.

'I blew almost all of my personal gold into it, primarily to make it last. It may not be infinite like the Falchion, but it is pretty damn close.' She has a small smile at the memory of how he explained it to her… and now he is letting her have it. She sheathes the blade on her waist, alongside the empty Elixir bottle, something else she isn't going to remove from her person. 'He means too much.'

With that done, she heads towards the settlement. The town seems on edge, it is disturbingly similar to how the surviving towns in the future were. "M-mommy, those men aren't coming back, are they?" She overhears a child ask.

"We don't have anything else valuable to offer…" The situation immediately clicks, bandits. Should she help? She is here for Father and Father alone, but…

Shaking her head, she moves on to the tavern, these people will be fine, besides the woman said they had nothing else good to offer. "A new face?" The bartender asks, "Aren't you a bit young to be traveling?"

Her frown deepens and she hands the man some gold, "I'm just wanting some food."

But to her surprise, he pushes the gold back, "No, we don't need another reason for those bandits to ransack our town…" He sighs and grabs a loaf of bread, "Just take it." He grabs a cup and fills it with water, "I will sleep better at night knowing this goes to someone who looks like they actually need the nourishment."

At first she didn't know what to say, somehow this man seems like he has even less hope than the villagers of the future, "Thank you." She finally mutters… maybe she should help these people out. She takes the almost-stale bread and water and starts feeding herself. 'I should at least try.' She resolves, at the very least she should see what they are dealing with. Finishing the meal, she heads out and locates the guard house, which is in both disrepair and the guard count is low.

"If you are looking for an escort…" One of them asks, just as hope-deprived at the tavern keeper.

"You have a bandit problem?" She cuts to business as she always does.

They share glances with each other, "Yes, they aren't even trained in the art of war, but we are under equipped, undertrained, and are running on lack of food and water."

Another one nods, "Walhart doesn't care about little towns like ours, he just reroutes everything towards his war machine."

'Walhart? So, I'm in Valm.' "How many?"

"Not even half a dozen." The guard leader walks up, "It is fucking embarrassing, but that is how much of an advantage they have… the only reason we are still alive is because they won't attack us if we don't defend."

"We were hoping to hold out, until some sort of opportunity presented itself, but that was a fool's notion, apparently."

The room goes silent, "Well…" She looks at the leader, "What if I said I am that opportunity?"

One of them nervously chuckles, "That is a heartwarming notion, but…"

"I can floor you all at once, right here, right now." She cuts him off, "And when I do, we're forming a defense."

The five guards look at each other, "We may be weak, but we are still guards, one woman isn't going to…"

"Chicken?" She taunts, "Don't judge me by looks, get some sparring equipment out and I'll show you all how to fight."

"Alright, we'll humor you…" The lead says and Severa smirks… the same type of smirk her father does.

"Oof!" The fifth and last guard lands on his back as Severa lands a rough strike, the others are already considered 'dead'. "Wow…" He gapes as she helps him up.

"You certainly are something else." The lead praises her.

"Couldn't even get a single hit in." Another agrees.

"I guess you are the opportunity after all," One of them smiles, "With you, we can get rid of them."

"Without a…" One of them starts.

"It's time, boys!" She overhears someone shout, "Forget the supplies, let's get a few women!" Severa scowls and grabs her steel sword, 'I can't just use father's sword, I am not as magically inclined...' Still, there is a comfort with having her father's preferred weapon on her hip. She and the guards exit the building, "Oy! I told you fellows to stay in there!" The leader shouts.

Severa responds by striking down the nearest bandit with a single strike 'Wow, he was pathetic, I bet Brady could've killed him with his staff…' , "The only thing that will happen is you guys dying." She proclaims.

He seems completely unbothered by the man's death, "Oh, lookie boys, we got a young one… she's probably still a virgin."

'That's so…' another charges her and she cuts him down just as easily. "Do something!" She shouts at the guards.

"Go back in your pens!" The bandit leader shouts back, "And get that girl! The best ones put up a fight." He licks his lips.

Thankfully, the guards decide to fight back, though it takes three of them to stand up against one bandit, one of guards dies in a minute. Severa's skill far exceeds theirs and she takes down two more, leaving her with just the creep of a leader. "Die." She simply states as the strength behind her first strike break his weapon, before running him through. The last bandit dies at the hands of the guards.

A roaring applause follows, alongside "We're free!" and "Thank you, stranger!" For once in her life, she actually feels like she has accomplished something. The good spirit fades as soon as it comes, 'Father…' Why does the victory feel hollow without him? Why does she feel hollow without him? A strange burning feeling hits her chest when she imagines his face. 'I just miss him… he's all I have.' She reasons.

"Ma'am?" One of them men snaps her out of her thoughts, "Are you okay?"

She never even noticed a tear escaped her, "Yea…" He obviously wasn't convinced, but at least he had the sense not to push it.

"What's your name?"

"Severa." She replies while looking into the distance. "Have you heard of the Shepherds?"

A few of the townsfolk look at each other, "There have been a… few rumors of a Ylissean force that managed to take down the Mad King a few weeks ago… granted, this is information we just learned of, it could have been months."

She looks back at them, "Do you have a map of the area? I need to get to Ylisse."