I don't own Fire Emblem. Otherwise, I would've found a way to get my body into a state of constant mutation. Yes, I want to be a Zerg.


West of Ylisstol - Edge of the burned forest

The sun had a rather hard time to reach the ground with its rays. Over the course of the remaining night, clouds generated themselves above the charred remains of the once-thick forest, water droplets falling down from the sky. Not in the thunder storm like way, it was more like a gentle summer shower. The refreshing kind of rain that doesn't soak the clothes all that much.

Seven travelers plus one unconscious one had reached the edge of the forest and were greeted with the sight of large wheat fields. Potato-, lettuce-, bean-, pumpkin- and cabbage fields as well as grassy plains interrupted the greenish-yellow glory from time to time. Enclosed pasture land housed different kinds of cows, sheep, horses and even Pegasi. Farmers, ranchers and shepherds (not the militia) did their daily work, let the crops grow, tended their animals, tried to calm down some rivaling winged stallions or exterminated weeds.

All in all a peaceful morning.

"Booohooo..."

Weren't it for a certain white haired woman moping around.

"Come on, big Sis. It was just one book." Robin tried his very best to cheer his fellow tactician up, even going as far as grabbing the ends of her lips and trying to yank them up to a smile, with very little success. He had given up at some point and sat on her shoulders, leaning with his back at the front of the upper end of her still crazily big backpack.

"But it was the best novel I had read in years..." Morgan pouted in a sad tone as she walked to the capital. "It had wonderful drawings and a great story! Humans versus creatures out of metal! On top of two, gigantic, dead giants! I could only read to the point where the main character rescued a woman with wings on her head and... and... THEY HAD CHAIN-ATTACKS!"

Chrom, who walked next to the two, perked up at that, amused at her antics. "Is that the reason why you shouted 'Let's do a chain attack' earlier?"

If Morgan's hands weren't occupied by carrying a certain, still unconscious, blue haired woman around, she would sheepishly clap her fingertips together. "Err... maybe?" As the lord gave her a bemused look, she tried to explain it. "It was a powerful thingy that slowed the time for the enemy. The heroes would chain their most powerful moves one after the other and obliterate the opposing forces in a matter of seconds - if they didn't do so in the first place..."

Frederick, who was, as the day before, walking next to his horse, shook his head in disbelieve. "For the sake of milord's and milady's survival, don't handle these kinds of situations with fictional methods." For some reason, the knight had a quick surge to break the fourth wall, whatever that was. The surge left as quickly as it came, though, so he didn't bothered with it.

The older white-head continued to mope around. "But it was SO good! Given, the characters were a bit plain, but..." Tears gathered up in her eyes. "Of all the things to break, why that one ink bottle? Off all the things to get stained, why the novel? The Anna's will bleed me dry of all the money to get a copy of that piece of fiction again!" Now the crying began. "I don't want to go into slave labor!"

If the situation wasn't that absurd, Chrom would not laugh. "I have to support Robin here. I's just one book. You will get over it eventually, trust me."

"YOU HAVEN'T READ IT! You haven't read it..."

The youth sighed, stretched his arms in the air and let out a hearty yawn. "And she says I'm the childish one." He took Medeus out of one of his inner far-to-big-coat's pockets, made himself more comfortable, snuggled the stuffed dragon and took a nap. Again.

The blue haired man chuckled silently as Sully came closer to them. "By my great grandpa's beard, if I didn't knew about her capabilities... I would beat her to the ground." Her horse snorted in agreement as the white haired woman completely focused on her loss.

Chrom moved his hand through his hair, sighing. "Well, I guess that's where the kid comes in. Apparently he is also quite skilled in tactics and that stuff... Even better than Morgan, from what she told us." He looked at the youth in question. Saliva was slowly creeping out of his open mouth which made the lord reevaluate his sentence. "Well, he surely gets into deep sleep very fast."

"Speaking of sleeping," she gestured to the unconscious woman. "Who is that?"

The lord shrugged as he inspected the woman.

Morgan had wrapped a green blanket around her and her equipment. Long, blue and silk like hair descended from her head, held back by a golden tiara. Blue shoulder pads peeked out of the blanket. Her face was pale, most likely caused by malnutrition or something else. Chrom couldn't quite tell. She was breathing, although it wasn't quite noticeable. Nothing about her screamed 'brigand', 'thief' or anything like that. There were just two things that disturbed him.

"Whoever she is, the fact that she possesses 'the' Fire Emblem AND 'a' Falchion..." Chrom couldn't wrap his mind around that. The royal treasure was guarded heavily at day and night and Falchion, HIS weapon, was a one-of-a-kind, the one and only sword that slew the shadow dragon and the wings of despair. Only worthy members of the exalted bloodline could wield the weapon effectively. If a mere citizen would try to cut anything with it, Falchion would just be as blunt as... a blunt sword. Yes, a blunt sword.

"Long lost relative?" Sully brought the lord out of his thoughts.

Chrom shook his head. "Honestly, I don't know. As bad as my father was, he never cheated on mother. Her being a member of a forgotten family branch... I doubt that, too. She fell from the sky, that is for sure."

"So, a heavy case of bullshit."

"Yes... exactly that."

"Good luck explaining that to the fish egg eaters. If the princess doesn't wake up to answer questions, you will have a lot of trouble." She smirked at that, but then remembered an encounter with him and a horde of wanna-be fiancées. "Never mind, you will have trouble either way."

"Thank you so much for your kind words, Sully." the lord retorted, knowing EXACTLY what she was talking about. And he didn't like it one bit. "Emm will kill me."

"Nah, 'spoke of the horde of fiancées that wanted to court you."

"That were fiancées?"

"Jus' forget about it." Sully answered, a smirk on her face as she looked at the lords oblivious expression. She the gestured to the unconscious woman. "So, what do you want to do with her?"

"We bring her to castle Ylisstol and let her recover. We also have to inform the council about the bandit raid and... the walking corpses... Gods, that will take a LOT of convincing."

"And we all know how much you love politics." The sarcasm basically dripped from the cavalier.

The Prince sighed. "I just wish it would be a bit easier... Smashing a wall to bring the point across for example."

"There won't be much of the castle standing if you continue with that. Really now, it's a bad habit of yours."

"Speaking of bad habits..." lord Chrom looked at an unconscious noble tied to the read-heads horse.

"He didn't stopped and continued to annoy me! It's his, god-damn own fault!"

"An appropriate pre-punishment for the terror of the innocents."

Both Chrom and Sully looked at the no longer moping white haired woman as she glared emotionless at the beaten-up nobleman. The lord spoke up. "Err, are you ok?"

"A trial held by the gods shall judge over his unworthy soul and end his philandering days once and for all. His manhood shall be dispatched and thrown into the seven hells..."

"I take that as a no..."

"Na, have to agree with her. Ruffles is an idiot and doesn't know it. He deserves every possible punishments humanity has to offer."

The prince sighed again and focused his attention on the capital that came into view in the distance.


Capital of Ylisse - Ylisstol

The gentle rain had stopped and the sun figuratively bombarded the capital and it's townsfolk with rays of light. The market buzzed with activity, much to the enjoyment of certain red headed merchants. Why is the market buzzing with activity except for the fact that it is midday and the heart of the capital?

"Look, the exalt is here to greet us!" a generic Town-elder shouted excitedly.

The exalt of Ylisse, Emmeryn, made her daily visit, accompanied by a light guard of Pegasus Knights. The random band of misfits came just in time to be witness of the event.

A soft smile was planted on the older tactician's face as she watched the commotion. "It's nice to see the capital outside of a dream for a change, but seeing the embodiment of the word 'peace' walking casually through the streets... "

Chrom smiled. "Well, as casually as possible."

"It is truly a sight to behold. Lady Emmeryn worked hard to rebuild Ylisse to its former glory." the knight said, pride in his voice.

"And she is the best big sister in the entire world." Lissa replied, clearly happy.

However, Robin, being awaken from all the loud noises of cheer and clearly annoyed, objected. "Nu-uh, Big Sis is the best-est Big Sis of the world!"

Lissa however argued. "Nu-uh, Emm is better. No offense to you, Morgan."

"Nu-Uh!"

"U-Huh!"

Both Chrom and Morgan laughed at their 'siblings'' debate. The female white-head then spoke up. "Ok, it's enough. As the best-est Big Sis of the cutest little brother in the world-"

"I'M NOT CUTE!"

"- I hereby announce my retirement from that silly title and aim to be the best tactician of the realm."

"Hey, that's my goal! Get your own one!"

"You haven't said it out loud, so it's my goal."

"Nu-Uh!"

"U-Huh!"

The red headed cavalier spoke up to Chrom, looking at Morgan as she got smacked on her head over and over again by the youthful one. "Captain, is it REALLY a good choice to invite BOTH of them into the shepherds?"

The lord shrugged. "She is good. Very good. And part of the agreement is that the little one comes with her. What can possibly go wrong?"

"You just jinxed it, you know?"


Author Notes


Hi there.

This chapter is shorter than the last ones. I had to fight a case of writer's block and constantly distracted myself with smash, Xenoblade Chronicles X and other good pieces of fiction. I wrote on my profile page that I'm not reliable. Still, I'm sorry.

Speaking of Chronicles: Yes, Morgan had a novelization of the original Xenoblade game. That's what happens when you hear Mechanical Rhythm while writing a mini-boss fight. I hope you liked it, though.

Also, smash related: I like Corrin a lot. (*Ducks behind crates to avoid the tomatoes and uses Defensive Stance and Mass Recall*)

Thanks for reading my ramble.


Reviews:

Victory3114
One seven Year old is more than enough. And if we don't have enough child soldiers running around, there is always the younger version of her. ;)

Draen
I answered your questions via PM, but I think the rest of the Readers want to know some of that, too.
Morgan's mother won't show up in the events of this story, except my future self decides otherwise (glares at the future potential backstabber). I am planning to do a sequel to this, after all. :)

Xillax
I don't think I can get money with this Idea without getting 'TheAlmightyDork' and Nintendo mad. ;)
I have some basic plans for Robins and Morgans pasts (which will make no sense in the slightest), but eh, I hope I don't dissapoint anyone.
About expanding the time-skip: I thought of that, but I'm a bit unsure about it. It would be nice to see the the little one grow up, but on the other hand, well... I want a nine year old smack the Emperor with a twig.
I keep the Grima-thing in the back of my Mind, though. I haven't thought about that particular thing too much at this point in the story. Thank you. :)
For Robins pairing... I'm not confident enough in my abilities as a hobby-writer to pair up a child with anyone. It would also take a lot of the essence of the story to make the youth a teenager after the time skip. So... Sequel.

Thank you all for reviewing. I hope I can live up to your expectations.