A/N: Right, normally I fill these in at the end, but this is more for information purposes. As I'm sure some of you have noticed, I have an odd system of labeling the chapters. Basically a 'C' followed by the number. I'm trying to emulate the way chapters are listed in Awakening and Fates. This segment is the second of three styles that will be placed into the story.

Main chapters will have the 'C-#' prefix. These are integral for the story, are always full-sized and will always be told from the protagonist's first person perspective.

Paralogues are sidestories. They'll have the 'P-#' prefix. They're relevant to the story as well, but may or may not be told from Severa's point of view. Some might not even involve her at all, just other members of the main cast of this Book. These will always be one-shot short chapters, offering a bit of context or information that doesn't fit in a normal chapter.

Xenologues have the 'X-#' prefix, and are stories that aren't centered around regular characters for this Book at all. Instead they're tangential tales that either help build the world or show some information about the environment this takes place in. They may appear in short, two to three segment chains.

Any stories with an * have been edited or re-uploaded for some purpose, probably my OCD forcing me to rewrite it.

And that's the info-dump! Back to the story!

Sidenote: Speaking of... chapter reuploaded due to my not saving the right draft. Oops.

When I wake up once more, I find myself in the same position that I was when this whole mess started. Alone, lying down with my head pressed against a soft bed of… something. This time, instead of being surrounded by trees and grass, I can smell the faint stench of medicines. White walls and a brown ceiling encompass me. I'm in some sort of room, that much is for sure. But… ugh. My head's still fuzzy as hell.

Trying to sit up, I feel something covering my body. It feels so soft… bed sheets? Am I on a mattress? Looking down at my stomach confirms it. I am, in fact, enshrouded by a few layers of linen and cloth. Rather thick cloth, too. I can feel myself sweating underneath this crap.

Pulling myself out, from my own personal mummification, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and look down at my stomach again. Stripped down to my smallclothes, my usual black undergarments also being accompanied by a string of bandages wrapped around my torso. The small of my back smarts like nuts. Gods, it's hard for me to even sit up. Still, I gotta try and stand. Lazing about in here's not gonna do me any good.

Grabbing onto the side of the bed, I quickly push myself upwards and land on my feet. Regretting the move instantly as my head started to swirl around. Right, moving this quickly, bad idea! Everything's double, head's spinning, ears are ringing. OK, just gotta… grab the wall. Almost, almost… good! Now hold on until the world stops looking like I'm riding a drunk pegasus.

That's when someone opens the door and scuttles inside from behind me, gasping loudly before grabbing my shoulders from behind. Turning my head, I spot none other than the reason I'm even stuck in this blasted bed.

"Severa, what're you doing!?" Morgan sputters out in panic, guiding me back down onto the bed as carefully as she can. Her gloves are off now, fingers digging into my bare skin as she holds me in place upon my return to the mattress. "You shouldn't be standing right now. I'm surprised you can even move after the hit I gave you!"

She continues to push me down, forcing me back into lying onto the bed. Still too weak to resist a girl half as strong as I usually am. This day just keeps getting better and better. "Still haven't heard an apology yet." I grumbled, resting both of my legs atop the sheets before she could suffocate me under them again. "And where the heck are we?"

"The hospital in Roseanne Castle." She answers, sitting herself down at the side of the bed and resting her hands on her lap. So it wasn't all a dream, she really is here. My own little nutjob of a sister, in the flesh. Thousands of miles from our home, in a country she has no business being in. Judging from the Ylissean soldiers, I'm gonna guess she's got more than a good reason to be here though. "You've been out for two days now, actually. But the clerics said you'll be all healed up by tomorrow!"

"T-two days?" I stammer out, my eyes widening in surprise. "Two days? What the hell did you hit me with, Morgan!? An Arcthunder tome!?"

"Uh… no." She answers meekly, eyes jumping about as she unleashes yet another nervous smile. "J-just a normal Thunder tome. But you had a hostage! So I needed to… make… sure?"

As she focuses her gaze back onto me, I sigh and roll my own pair of eyes. How does she do that? One smile and I can't even be mad at her anymore. Even when she almost fries me alive like a fish fillet. "You're an idiot." I say half-heartedly, smirking at her. "But at least one of us paid attention to Dad's magic lessons."

"Uh… the one where we always go for the guaranteed takedown? Or blasting first, ask questions later?" Morgan asks with genuine curiosity. I shrug in response, and both of us share a laugh.

Oof, ugh. OK, hurts to laugh. You're just full of bad ideas today Sev.

"So. Why're you here. And what happened to your cloak? You look like a…"

"Pegasus knight?" She finishes for me, beaming happily as she hopped up to her feet. She gave me a small twirl around so I could take in how she looked entirely. I had to say, the outfit works for her. "Don't I look awesome? Mother helped me fit the armor to go with my cloak! Now I'm armored, and I can show off to boot!"

"I'm glad at least one of us kept up the family legacy." I commented, my eyes focusing on her form rather than her clothing. She really had matured while I was gone. Her hips seemed more pronounced, lips were more full. She'd even grown a few inches, even if I was still taller than her by a bit. Her voice was a bit deeper, her attitude a bit more less zany. Gods, I can't believe I missed her turning into a woman. She finished growing up without me.

I must look as guilty as I feel, because she stops spinning almost immediately and folds her arms over her chest. "Heyyy! I'm sorry, OK! I won't shock you again, I swear!" She protests mockingly, sticking her tongue out for a brief moment before beaming once more.

"Yeah, yeah. Sure." I dismiss quickly. "So you joined the Pegasus Knights?"

"Yes and… no." She clarifies, sitting herself back down onto the bed once more. "Mother put me through the training and the initiation. Well, Queen Sumia did. They figured that having the Captain induct her daughter might be a bit biased. But, I passed! So I'm technically a Knight!"

"But the Regiment isn't here. Which means you're not attached with them." I point out, not having seen any flapping wings around the area while the skirmish was going on.

Again she shakes her head. "Nope! I'm the uh… what's my official title right now…" OK, maybe she's still as airheaded as I remember. Wait, why is she digging through her pack waist-pack? And now she's pulling out a scroll? Oh my Gods, does she really need a written note to remember what her job is!? "Right, here it is! Uh… 'Military advisor to the Duke and Duchess of Roseanne. Acting Commander of the Ylissean Expeditionary Force'." She reads off, nodding to herself before rolling the the scroll back up and pocketing it into her pouch again.

"Really. You couldn't remember that?" I deadpan at her.

All she does is shrug. "Who caaaares? I'm doing the same thing Dad trained me to! Come up with battle plans and organize troops! Even if it's only about five-hundred guys."

I snort, rolling my eyes again. But then I sigh deeply, my mind drifting back to the thoughts of our father. "Daddy hasn't come back yet, has he?"

Six words and I manage to send a knife through the good mood of the room, nice to know I have a knack for this sort of thing still. Morgan's shoulders slump at the mention of our Father's untimely passing, shaking her head clearly. "No." She confirms, the joy sapped out of her voice. "I uh… we looked again. But, we couldn't find him."

I nod in understanding, but she isn't finished just yet. "We um… we had a funeral for him. In Ylisse. Everyone turned up. Except you, Owain and Inigo."

Shame. Shame is only word that describes what I feel as she tells me this information. My mouth juts open as I attempt to form some kind of response, but again I just can't. My eyes start to prick and water. They had a funeral for him. Probably a State funeral, considering his position. He was the Grandmaster of the Army, after all. They probably had a parade. All of the Shepherds probably gave eulogies. Mother probably helped carry the casket to wherever they buried him.

Damn it all, I shouldn't cry. He wouldn't want me to cry.

"I'm not mad at you, Severa." Morgan said calmly, leaning over to place a hand over my own. As I open my eyes back up I can see that she's inched closer, smiling again as she speaks in a soft tone. For the first time, we have the same hair-color. Now we actually look like sisters. "I know you would've come if you knew. Everyone did. But we couldn't find you. Or Inigo, or Owain. What happened? Where did you go?"

"I-it's…" Focus, be strong. Explain as best as you can. "...We had to go somewhere to help someone. It took us a long time, but we did it. Now we're back. It's complicated, I'll try and tell you more another time. OK?"

Again the little tactician nods, giving my hand another squeeze. "Alright. I might not be mad at you for missing the big shindig, but not inviting me to your wedding? Come on, Sis! That's just uncalled for."

Snorting like a pig, I sit up and slug her half-heartedly in the arm. "Hey, we were far away! Besides, I've seen you at weddings. You prolly would've eaten the entire kitchen, like you did when Gerome and Cynthia got hitched!"

"You can't prove I was involved!" She protested, blushing heavily until her face matched the same tone as her hair. "Yarne was the one face-first in the salmon! And Nah was basically rolling around in the deserts!"

"Yeah, and how did they get all of that food outta the reception hall and into the Shepard barracks?" I question with another deadpan. "Oh, not to mention how you were miraculously missing the entire time?"

"I demand a lawyer." Morgan requested with as straight of a poker-face as she could pull off, both of us staring each other down. Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds. Then we both just start laughing, falling over the bed and howling at the memory. Just like old times again, the two of us jabbing back and forth.

"Ok, OK. Oh Gods, I haven't laughed like that in a few months." Morgan manages out, trying to level herself once more.

I raise a brow in disbelief. "A few months? Wow, that's some restraint you've gotten. Haven't pranked anyone in that long?"

"That was before I had an actual job, with responsibilities and… bleh." She complains, resting her head over my bandaged stomach in faux fatigue. "How did Dad and Mom handle acting this straight-laced all the time!? I haven't been able to let loose in soooo long! I feel like I'm gonna just explode with prankster-energy!"

"If you're gonna explode, do it far away from me." I request, tugging her back upright and off of my body. Now my ribs hurt as much as my back, great.. "But enough of that. What else did I miss back home! Did anyone else get together?"

"Oh! Yeah!" All at once, she lights up again like a Yuletide tree. I think I actually have whiplash. "Laurent and Nah're a thing now! They haven't tied the knot, but they've been dating for about a year now…? Yeah, I think so! They're actually kinda cute together! Even though Laurent's a bit of a wet noodle around her."

"That boy has some really weird tastes, I'll give him that." I grumble.

"Noire and Yarne are still together, I think? But you knew that already."

"Of course I did, I ran into them making out." Shuttering as I remember that cursed image that day in the castle. Never again would I look at the taugel and the archer the same way. Especially Noire, usually she wasn't that… 'forwards' with people.

"Kjelle's still single. She still hasn't found a guy yet, it's… strange."

"That's because Kjelle… uh… let's just say she has a different pallet." No need to out her, technically she doesn't even know what happened during that Harvest Festival. Nor does she need to, slobbering all over me like that.

Morgan, thank the Gods, didn't catch on. But I did notice she left one of our old friends out of her recap. "So what about Brady? Did he find someone to settle down with yet?" I question innocently. The Priest was more than a bit rough around the edges, but I'm sure he could find some girl who could stomach his hardarse play he liked to put on for everybody. If Yarne could get someone to fall for him, I'm sure he could.

Thaaaats when Morgan went quiet again. Way, way too quiet for her. She even turns to face away from me a bit, looking over at the table near my head. What is she doing? And why is she rubbing her neck? Plus her cheeks are flushing again-

Oh no.

No. No, no, no.

"You did not."

"In my defense-"

"You didnot."'

"He's a real sweetheart, Severa! Really!"

"Morgan!"

"No, I mean it!" She rushes to explain, turning back around as her hands move in a flurry of movements with her words. "He's so nice to me, Sis! He treats me like I'm the only girl in the world! Whenever I need something, he's there! Whenever I'm feeling down, he always picks me back up! Yeah, he's rough around the edges. But he's so kind and soft at the center! He's like you! Well… maybe not as rough as you."

She isn't making me budge. I shake my head. "Uh uh, no. I don't like it."

"Come on, Severa!"

"Morgan, he thought you were a spy!"

"I had amnesia! And I appeared outta nowhere! Plus I didn't go with you guys through the portal! Is it really that surprising that he suspected me!?"

Wait, what? "Hold up." I cut her off again, pressing a finger to her lips. "Had amnesia. As in, past tense?"

Morgan nodded again at a rapid pace. "A-after the war was done, we went back to Mount Prism and had Naga did some uh… gobble-goo in my head." She explains, spinning a finger around the side of her cranium. "It's uh… it's not perfect. Apparently Grima did a number on me when I got dragged back in time. But I remember bits and pieces now. Of our old timeline, I mean! Growing up with you, Mom and Dad."

"So you remember me now? Like, actually remember me?" I can't believe what I'm hearing. For years I thought I'd never get the old Morgan back, or the times we spent together in our old world. But now…

The Knight nods her head rapidly, clearly glad to get out from under my ire. "Yeah! Well… kinda. Bits and pieces. I remember the house we grew up in again. That estate on the outskirts of Yllistol?" Now I'm the one nodding, confirming her words. "Oh, and that time you tried to ride Mom's Pegasus as a kid and got bucked off?" Again, I nod in confirmation. Even though I wish I had forgotten that. "Oh, and sword lessons with Dad and Uncle Chrom!"

She's smiling at me again. Her eyes are alive like purple flames dancing in her irises. She knows being forgotten had hurt me when she first came back. Morgan wanted to tell me this for a long time, I can tell. And now that she did, I can feel her just radiate happiness at me.

"So." Morgan speaks again, still hyped up from the little revelation she dropped on my head. She takes hold of both of my hands, looking at me like a love-struck puppy-dog. "Don't hate Brady, please? I swear he's the best boyfriend I could ever ask for!"

Damn it. She's giving me the look. I can't fight the look.

"Do you really love him?" I ask first and foremost. Another nod in response. "And you're sure he makes you happy?"

"I couldn't imagine being with anyone else, sis." She affirms, gaze hardening as her resolve leaks out.

"...Ok, fine. I guess I'm OK with this. But if he ever hurts you, I'm gonna kill him." I promise, my tone turning rather venomous at the end as I issue out my ultimatum.

I mean it to, I don't care if he's a Priest. If he hurts my kid sister, I will end him. And I'll dump him in Wyvern Valley to boot.

But my murderous thoughts are thrown out the window as Morgan lunges forwards, wrapping herself around me in a near bone-crushing hug. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Gods, she really was worried about this. Is she that serious about him?

"Alright, alright! Now geddoff! I'm convalescing here!" She removes herself from me, not without a bit of a push from yours truly.

"Now. You tell me about that new husband of yours." She questions, bouncing up and down in her seat. "Oooooh, I want all of the details! What's his name? How did you meet? Is he a good soldier? Can he cook? He's really cute, too! So's that girl of his!"

"Girl of ours, Morg. She's my daughter. Like, actual daughter." This stops her bouncing, the tactician's mind breaking a bit as she tries to do the mental math to explain to herself why I have a teenage daughter only about ten years younger than me.

Waving my hand dismissively, I continue. "It's complicated. Space-time crap like when we came back. Again, I'll tell you later. His name's Subaki, we met after our Commanders joined forces. He's the best Pegasus Knight I've seen. Yes, tied with mother. Yes, where he's from men can ride Pegasi. No, he can't cook for his life. And… yeah, he's hot." That last part makes me blush with embarrassment. Talking about my spouse's finer features with people still weirds me out.

"And my apparent niece's name is…?"

"Caeldori. I named her after Mom, sort of."

"She's a Pegasus Knight too?"

"Mmhm. She really wants to fly again, actually. Think you could arrange that?"

Morgan strokes her chin, pondering the idea. "Probably… I'd need to ask Viron for one from his stables."

"Good. Do that now." I request, settling deeper into my bed. "Let me come with, actually. This bed's gonna drive me nuts."

"Not until you tell me what you were doing with those Valentians." Morgan affirms, digging her hands through her hip pouches once more and removing both a quill and a notebook from her side and flipping it open. judging from the angle I could see it from, she already has it the thing filled up half-way with other info. "There's gotta be something you can tell me now."

"Ugh. Fine. I'll tell you... three things. Then you let me go back to sleep. Got it?" I wait for Morgan's answer, but she doesn't reply. Fine, I'll take that as a yes. "They're lead by an old guy named Maddox. He's basically a walking, talking tank."

"Maddox, Maddox... oh!" Morgan snaps her fingers, before flipping back a few pages in the book and reading over an older passage. "Right, I uh... there's a few reports I've gotten about this guy. He wasn't a General in the last War, but he's apparently one of the survivors of the people who defended Rigel Castle."

"Uh... 'Rigel' Castle?"

"It's what they're calling Valm Castle now. Apparantly that's the old name." She explains, before flipping forwards to the empty page. "So what did you make of him?"

"Big, intimidating, and disturbingly charismatic. He basically turned a crowd of farmers and shop owners into a ravenous mob by yelling at them."

"Mmhm... and what about the Army he has?"

This time I sit up, throwing my legs back over and scooting forwards to sit myself next to my interrogator. "Normal Valmese set-up. He's got about... ten regiments with him? Spears mixed with light troops and missile companies. Plus at least three groups of mages." She pauses, looking to my left in surprise. "We went to their headquarters, they had a bunch of rosters all over the war-room. I memorized what I could at a glance."

"I'm uh... more surprised you even know what this stuff is. You hate logistics and formations."

"Let's just say I've spent the past few years being forced to learn a few things." I grumble, thinking back to my time in Nohr. Being Lady Camilla's retainer, that also meant I had to be one of her Army's Captains. Which also meant leading people, a lot. So I had to dust off a few books and relearn some battle-tactics and strategies. That's what I get for sleeping through Dad's lessons.

"Ok, ok. One last thing, and I'll get you a cane or... something." She promises, filling out the next page with information and speculation before looking back to me expectantly.

"They're planning on re-invading Altea." I explain bluntly, expecting some look of shock, worry, or fear. Instead Morgan snorts, grinning from ear to ear at the prospect.

"Figured. The Army they sent to Chon'sin's twenty-times the size of the one here. They don't send that much manpower just for a land-conquest."

"T-twenty times?"

"Don't worry about it." She says, way more nonchalant than I would've wanted to hear from her. "Listeeen, we came here for a reason. Say'ri can handle it! Chon'sin has a military again, plus a really well armed civilian populace. They can hold off whatever these guys throw at'em, at least for a while."

"OK. Then what about Roseanne?"

"Uh..." Morgan shuts her book, laughing nervously. "Viron's got about uh... five regiments of troops?"

"So half of what's getting thrown at him." I point out. "Probably gonna be even more, they're still mustering troops back across the border."

"That's why I'm here, though!" Morgan shoots off quickly, popping up to her feet and shooting me a thumbs up. "I'm a miracle-worker, remember? Uncle Chrom knew Viron was gonna need help, so he sent us here a few months back."

"Great. Wonderful. I'm so glad you're taking up the mantle of both our overly-perfect parents." I mutter under my breath, extending my hand forwards and grabbing onto her shoulder to hoist myself back up. Ok, now I think I can handle standing. Walking though... we'll see. "Go get me a cane. And a robe." I request, releasing my grip on her. "Let's actually take a look at what Roseanne has to offer."