Hey guys and girls, it's DDW. As promised, here's Chapter Four and I'm sorry if there isn't enough action in my previous chapters. I'm gonna incorporate some more fight scenes in the story. But enough of this crap, let's get on with the story.

-Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem-

The next day, Lucina walked with a pep in her step. She had just finished breakfast and was on her way to the training area to meet up with Morgan. When she arrived he was already wearing his equipment and had gotten an extra set of training gear for her.

'He's so thoughtful,' she thought as she flashed him a smile.

"You sure took your time to get here," he called out to her.

She could hear Severa saying, "rule number two, during the first scheduled interaction, always make the guy wait."

"Sorry, guess it took me a little longer to eat than I thought." She put the practice armor on.

"Ohh, well don't worry about it too much." He then threw her a wooden sword.

"Ready?"

"Yep."

"Let's go."

They dashed at each other and Morgan swung first going for a vertical downward strike, which she parried with ease and struck back nailing his left shoulder.

"Wow, you're really good," he rotated his injured arm, "can't believe I left my left side that open." At that comment Lucina realized something was wrong.

"You're letting up on me, aren't you," he flinched as she saw through his ruse, "I know you may think it's chivalrous of you to do so, but if you truly wish to show me any respect, you won't hold back. Challenge me with your full ambition to win."

He nodded and charged forward with a smile. Locking swords with Lucina, he looked her up and down, sizing her up. He released himself from clinch and immediately went for a strike at her left knee. She deflected the hit but then another came. She had never seen him strike so fast, it was amazing. She couldn't do anything but keep up and block or dodge every blow. He then went for her knee once more knowing that if he took out her base, the rest would fall. She however blocked it once more, but then he followed up with a spin into a horizontal slash stopping at the back of her neck. When he looked down he saw that she had slid her own sword onto his own neck. It was a stalemate, neither side winning or losing.

"Wow," he said, "you're amazing Luce."

She gasped as he said her nickname. He blushed a bit and said, "I hope you don't mind me calling you that."

She shook her head, "not at all."

"Anyway, umm, wait here a second?"

"Alright."

"I'll be right back," and with that he headed off to the male tents. Lucina waited anxiously for him to return and removed her gear. When he returned he was holding something behind his back.

"Ah! Perfect! There you are!" He approached her a little apprehensive.

"Hmm?" She uttered trying to peer around ," What are you hiding behind your back, Morgan?"

He grinned and exclaimed, "Ta-dah! It's for you!"

With that being said he showed her a beautiful rose bouquet. The roses varied in many colors. Almost like a rainbow of roses.

"Ah! What lovely flowers! Thank you. But what is the occasion?"

"Kids were picking 'em in the village we were just passing through. They gave some to me, so that's your cut."

She took a deep inhale of them," I don't think I've ever seen such vibrant colors..."

"Wonderful, isn't it? Even in the throes of war, the flowers still bloom. Just think what it will look like once the world is at peace! Fields awash in color!"

" ...Heh.", his positive outlook seemed to be rubbing a bit off on her.

"Hmm?" He noticed her change in mood.

"I've not known anyone so optimistic in all my days. I'm a bit envious, honestly." She then took a seat at a nearby bench.

"Why? Is something on your mind? Some worry eating at you?" He added cheekily as he sat next to her.

"Not a specific concern, so much as a grim memory that refuses me peace. ...I apologize. I have no place to complain when you've lost your entire memory. You must carry your own set of woes, do you not? Living in a strange time, without a firm grasp on who you are?"

"Ehh," he looked off to the sky," it's not so bad as you might think. True, it can leave you feeling a bit...untethered, maybe? Afloat? But that's just another word for free.. Every experience is brand new! The smell of the air, the color of those flowers—it's all so fresh and intense!"

His antics made giggle slightly, "Hmm... I'll say it again: I envy you. I arrived in this era with a heart blackened by painful memories." She stared at her hands as she twiddled her thumbs.

"But your father's alive in this time, isn't he?" He placed a comforting arm around her shoulders trying to raise her spirits. However, it seemed to have the opposite the effect.

Lucina stood and shook nervously while looking anywhere but at his face. "Yes, and I consider it a blessing that I can see him again. Morgan, I... If you'll excuse me." She stormed off with the flowers in hand. Leaving a dumbfounded Morgan in her wake.

"DAMN," the black haired boy yelled to himself once he was sure she was out of earshot,"what the hell is wrong with me! I knew physical contact was pushing it. She probably thinks I'm some horny little pervert now."

He sighed and collapsed on the ground, "what do I do now?"

"WELL, THAT'S SIMPLE MY FELLOW COMPANION OF TIME," a voice suddenly said.

"Who's there?," Morgan responded.

Three figures jumped from the shadows of the trees and into the sight of Morgan. "We are Justice Cabal!" Shouted Owain, Cynthia and Magna, "and we are here to aid one of our founding members."

"Is that supposed to be me," he queried, he smirked as he added, "guess it's just one of those things that I don't remember."

"Pretty much," Magna answered,"just go with it big bro."

"Alright, so what's the plan?"

"Well we've decided..."

"Yes?"

"Not to get directly involved!"

Morgan frowned. Man that was a lot of build-up for nothing.

"This is a personal issue, my rival," Owain interceded, "and as such, we cannot get too mixed into it. However, we shall give you...moral support."

Morgan kept a straight face for a few seconds, but after that it was impossible and he had an outburst of laughter. He looked at the others who were smiling back at him.

"Well thanks guys, really, and in the name of Justice Cabal, I will claim the heart of Princess Lucina for my own." He put his hand in between them and they all placed their hands on his. "Justice..."

"CABAL!"

Morgan was then pulled into a headlock by his sister. Magna proceeded to give him a noogie roughly and laughed. She then whispered very quietly, so only the two of them could hear, "don't worry bro. I'm pretty sure she likes you too."

He smiled warmly, Morgan could always count on her. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and wished him luck. Completely confident that he was going to be alright, but Magna also knew that he could be shy with girls, though he never actually took a liking to any particular ones over the past two years. Believe it or not, he did not go on a single date since their amnesia. At that moment, Owain slapped Morgan on the wrist very hard.

"Oww," Morgan exclaimed raising the assaulted wrist, "what the hell was that fo-..." he stopped when a gleam of the sun seemed to reflect off his forearm. "Wha...what is this?"

A steel piece of armor was covering his wrist. He wondered how Owain managed to tie the straps on without being noticed.

The myrmidon and pegasus knight raised their arms in unison, and Magna followed a little late in the motion. They all showed matching wrist guards with the marking of a circle, and a square in the middle. At the center of the insignia was the brand of the exalt. The leader of the trio spoke, "it is the symbol of Justice Cabal, only members of our exclusive group are allowed to wear these."

"I get the exalt's brand. But, what's with the circle and square."

"Ha ha, actually, those were your idea. You were always the book smart one. The circle is to symbolise that the bonds between us, like justice, are immortal. The square, according to you, is the most powerful of all shapes, as well as symmetrically perfect. Also, if the these shapes are sliced in half, from any direction, the halves would be perfect. In other words, equal. You are one of us, Morgan."

Morgan looked down at his wrist before saying, "thanks, you guys." He then turned his gaze to the others. He knew them for just a little while, but they still felt familiar. Something about what the blonde said to him seemed to just be right. "Well, as long as I have you guys in my corner, I know I can't fail. Don't worry, I will claim the love of our leader." With that, he left, the others figured to probably devise some sorta plan to put into action.

"I'll be going too," said the eccentric brunette, "I'm training with my mom today. Can't wait to get as good a she is." After that she left the two remaining members of their rag tag team of heroes. Owain felt pretty good about himself. Glad that he was able to re-recruit Morgan into his ranks once more. Until he heard Magna clear her throat to get his attention.

"I thought you said I was the one that was 'booksmart'," she questioned in a hurt tone. The blonde man knew it was just a ruse. However, one look from the ebony haired beauty and even his powerful will was shattered.

"Oh no, my love...ly comrade. I was merely trying to umm...that is..." he stuttered, with a deep blush washing over his facial features.

"I'm kidding," she stopped him, eyes widening. He was so flustered, that she was afraid he'd explode. She was happy as he sighed with relief and calmed down. Magna grabbed his hand and dragged him along with her. Surprising him with her monstrous strength, despite her small size. "Come on, let's go get something to eat."

"Umm, well, I'm actually a good cook. Maybe I can cook us a meal sometime."

Hearing him talk without that heroic front was shocking for her, though she also liked it, "sure, sounds like a good idea."

Meanwhile, Lucina's heart pounded in her chest as she sat on her cot and held the flowers close to her chest careful not to prick herself. Her organs felt like they were goingto jump out of her mouth. Feeling so happy yet fearful from when he made physical contact with her. Yet it also made her feel slightly confused.

"Why did I run away," she scolded herself, "it isn't like I don't know how I feel about him. I guess I was just a little nervous, but it's just that it's like he's exactly the same as before and I'm just so happy because of it." And that was when she knew what was scaring her the most. She was afraid that the young man wasn't going to be the same wonderful Morgan that she had known for close to two decades. Now, however, she was elated, that he seemed to be completely 'intact' so to speak.

She smiled as she stood up and placed her roses in a vase on her makeshift desk. They looked magnificent and she loved them. If it was possible for her to love Morgan any more than she did beforehand, then she does now.

"So I take it everything went right this morning?"

Lucina smiled brightly, turning to the entrance of her tent, "yes it did, actually, Severa."

"Ohh, had to fight him off, I see," she winked at the future Ylissean Exalt.

"You do know that we're talking about your brother, right?"

"Oh... um, nevermind then. But still, what happened at your little one on one."

"Well not much, but he did get me these," she gestured to the flowers,"he's such a sweetheart."

"Yep, Morgan always did lack that mean streak that me and Maggie have. I don't even know where we get it from. But if I had to guess, we got it from our dad."

"Well that makes sense," Lucina added," aunt Lissa told me that he and she used to pull pranks on each other."

"Haha, that sounds like my dad. He never likes to let anyone beat him, at anything...ever. I think we all turned out like that though. I think that's what drew him to my mom."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this may be a bit weird, but my mom used to have a crush on your dad."

"Ohh...is that why you don't like him?

"What the hell does that mean? I love him, he's like an uncle to me."

"Well, you call my mom 'autie Sumia', but often call my father just 'Chrom'."

"Hmm, maybe you're right, but he's still my uncle Chrom. Anyway, my dad knew this, but he didn't let it deter him. In fact it spurred him on a little. That and the fact that she liked competing with him. She's only one in our family to beat him in a game of chess. Which seemed to really win over my dad, he said if we could find a person who can beat us in chess, then they were a keeper. He trained each of us to always try to win."

"That's strange," Lucina gave her a confused stare,"when we started training this morning, he tried to let me win."

"Really?" Severa searched her friends eyes for any sign of falsehood and saw none.

"Well, what does that mean then?"

"I don't know, maybe to him, you're more important than winning."

Lucina blushed at the suggestion, completely flattered."D-do you really think so?"

"Of course," she said, "speaking of fathers, I just remembered why I stopped by here."

"Ohh, so now you need a reason to stop by and talk to your best friend," Lucina feigned pain and dropped on her bed," as if you can't just visit me to talk."

"Technically, talking to you is a 'reason' to visit you, just so you know," she plopped down next to the blue haired princess," anyway, our dads have decided to take the next few weeks off again."

"Any particular reason?"

"Well, umm, next week's the anniversary of umm...Aunt Emmeryn's you know..."

"Ohh, that's right..."

"I know this might sound a bit insensitive but," Severa gave her a small hug, "but why don't you use this time to you know."

Lucina raised a brow again. She hated that Severa always did that. That she would try to have the person she's talking to try to finish her sentence. Like 'do you catch my drift' or something of that sort, but she wouldn't be Severa without all her quirks.

"Hook up with my brother, duh," she winked at her flustered friend, "turn something sad into a positive."

"I'll consider it. So when do we depart back to Ylisstol?"

"In an hour, so start getting packed princess."

Meanwhile as the girls began to pack up, a lone figure stood outside of the tent eavesdropping. A young man, with bluish silver hair. "Damn you, Morgan, " Inigo hissed as he stormed off to the male tents, "how can a worthless, poor, piece of garbage get so lucky. I can have any girl I want, but this one keeps finding a way to slip away. Look like I'm going to have to get my hands just a bit dirty on this one."

A/N: Sorry that it's not that long, had a busy week. And also, not sure if you can tell, I don't like Inigo too much, lol. Not to say he's evil, just a bit of a...well douche, to be direct. Before I go, I'd like to say my thank you to all of you as I do in all of my chapters.

To Zallow: Thanks for reveiwing my work once more. With Cynthia and Magna's sudden appearance, it was just something that seemed that she would do. Popping out of nowhere. Nevertheless, thank you for leaving the very first criticism on my work yet, seriously your feedback is always the longest. It really helped me in seeing some of the stuff that I could work on now, such as my transitions, which happen a lot as it goes back and forth with flashbacks. So I'll be editing a few older chapters later along with working on my next one. So once more, just thanks for the feedback.

One last time, thank you. You guys are great, and as always, if you want to leave a comment, then please do. Enjoy your week and see you next time. "Live long and prosper."