Chapter 7: The Future Children

Grima breathed heavily within the depths of my mind. It was an intense feeling at the moment for it's rhythms matched my own. I held the silver sword that I had acquired tightly in my right hand, my opponent was similarly exhausted, the blade she held gleamed in the light. A short distance away stood Chrom, my ally, albeit temporarily, not that he had realized that. I looked into the masked woman's eyes, eyes that gleamed with an unbridled level of hatred. I pointed my sword forward and shouted a simple word, "Now!" As I charged forward, Miriel launched a blaze of fire towards Marth. I closed my eyes as I swung my blade allowing myself to use more of my connection with Grima. there was a loud clang followed quickly by a huff. I opened my eyes to find my blade resting against the neck of Marth. I glared into her eyes angrily feeling Grima urge me on to snuff her out here.

I bent low feeling the rage inside continue to burn like a blazing sun. "You lose," I then promptly kicked her side and sheathed my sword just as Chrom finished off a different ax wielder. Cheers erupted from the stands as I glanced towards the fallen yet surprisingly still masked woman, She glanced back a different expression, not one of the scowl that had seemed to be branded upon her, but one of surprise. Chrom slapped my back, "Hey, we did it, nice job dealing with Marth over there." He said, all smiles, warmth, a different kind of warmth from the fire that burned with anger deep inside me.

I nodded my head, "Now we should get those reinforcements, we so desperately need." Chrom grabbed my hand and raised it as he cheered along with the crowd. I quickly followed suit with the cheer. The anger that had been building subsided with the knowledge that even if the masked one was alive and still a plausible threat, we had still grown closer to the man we desired to kill.

It was a few hours later after that, my eyes closed as I relaxed in the back of a wagon. Things had been put into motion by one of my servants, regrettably without my knowledge. Plegia had attacked Ylisstol or at least the lands near it. I let out a low sigh and shook my head desiring some respite.

However something happened that night, a phase I wasn't truly ready for, hell I had partially forgotten about them until Chrom had brought the two before me. I rubbed my eyes and stared into the twin pairs of eyes that matched my own in color. "My daughters?" I mumbled as Chrom looked at me with a similar look of both worry and disbelief.

One of them quickly knelt down while the other shyer appearing one followed suit. "Yes, Father we have been searching for you. We must speak at once." The tone was serious but, I felt the rumbles of a deception within my own supposed child.

I looked at Chrom whom didn't require me to speak before he started to head outside, "You and I will talk later my friend, but be happy it is your family we believed lost."

I only nodded my head as he left the tent I would have been resting in, had I not been interrupted by time travelers.

I looked at them both as they stood in unison. Their deep blue eyes stared into my own. The one I recognized as Morgan from my dream the prior evening stepped towards the tent wall. She gestured in the air as a simple rune created of familiar energy appeared and quickly vanished. "It should be safe to speak freely now Father."

I looked at them both as they in turn looked at me, even though the runes had been placed, it was still filled with an awkward silence. I opened my mouth to speak, when I was suddenly tackled upon the ground. A feeling I was beyond unused to, at least outside the realm of combat. my shirt was quickly stained with wetness as the child whom I had been seeing through hugged me in an intense and tight hug. "Father, your really here!" She said through sobs, though they seemed to be more joyful then sorrowful. I wrapped my arms around her, doing what I assumed was expected, this however, only earned me an even tighter squeeze upon my body.

Morgan peeled her sister from me and as I started to stand up again, I was promptly returned to the floor as now she hugged me as well before finally allowing me to be released from their death grips. I coughed heavily and grew mildly suspicious by the lack of influence from Grima at this moment, but I focused on the task at hand. "You two must understand that I don't really know either of you, nor do I even remember you two, but worry not, I shall accept you no matter how my memories may be lacking."

The two smiled wide at each other, surprisingly pleased by my confession of ignorance. Morgan clapped her hands and quickly said, "Well I am your youngest of two daughters, and my name is Morgan and my dream is to be you someday!" I blinked a few times as she explained how she was attempting to learn everything about everything and basically be a world famous Tactician and destroyer. A weird combination if it was spoken in different company.

The other kept her head high and smiled warmly, a strange warmth that seemed familiar to warmth Chrom showed me. "My name is Noire, I am your daughter and I owe you my life for other reasons besides that," To this I stared at her confused as she hung her head, she gently gripped an amulet around her neck and shivered as she did so. She explained about her mother, Tharja and the experiments she had been doing upon her. How I had done something to save her and that she was now forever indebted not just by blood, but also by act.

I wondered what this act I had done was, but she refused to speak of it. She did however hope that I would do it again when the time came around for it was the correct thing to do in her eyes. My assumption was death at this point though I wasn't sure if I would be capable to do that to someone I cared for, truly cared for at least.

Morgan and Noire both sat obediently as I explained my current mission and my desire to serve the dragon whom still remained silent within me. However, I felt odd as I explained this and stared into the eager eyes of my daughters, were those the same eyes I had when I thought of what I could accomplish? I inwardly shivered which prompted the first response from Grima, a growl, deep and angry and one of warning. The three of us quickly put aside the future plans and began a process that would be lengthy indeed. One of reintroduction and to foster familiarity, one that may prove to be just the thing to save me, or drag me deeper into the darkness that had been my entire life thus far.

- Le Author's Note -

So here I am, Back again. Honestly you should expect chapters to be in this way from now on. I don't get a lot of time in real life to write anymore and well it did take me forever just to get this one out. A further note, I shall be working mostly on this story though I am not making any promises on future updates besides, that they will happen.

Anyway you all know the drill, Review, Favorite, Follower or bash me for my disappering acts, I read them all. ;3 till next we meet,

Lana Bloodmoon