Hey everyone. Sorry for not updating in forever. Here's the latest chapter, In Lucina's perspective this time. It's also completely fluff, so you don't realy have to read it, you won't miss any important story bits.
Chapter 9: Reaction
Ugh. That could have gone so much better. Just my luck to end up right next to the person I'm trying to protect. Thankfully, they weren't too nosy, otherwise, my story would have come out right away, and then what could I do? The only major problem now was preemptively introducing the Risen into this timeline. They shouldn't be too much of a problem, though. It seems as though coming through that rift weakened them considerably.
I set to work clearing a campsite and starting a fire, just like how Frederick had taught me, so long ago. As the fire grows, I feed it slowly and begin to reflect on my current predicament. During the trip through time, my companions vanished somewhere along the way, presumably arriving in different points in time.I hope I can meet up with some of them along the course of my journey, but I can't afford to search for them, not now. My priority is Chrom and his group, although there is a problem there, too.
The mage with my father, he wore the same cloak the Grima's avatar did in my future. Who was he, and why was he with Chrom? Maybe he was the one who ended up betraying him. If that's the case, I should keep a close watch on him, to ensure he doesn't try anything with him.
The fire has flared up, but I don't have enough energy to go hunting. I reach into one of my pockets and carefully unwrap a small serving of cured meat, which I take a bite of and repack for later. I should probably save food for the road, in case I can't find a reliable source of food. Chewing slowly, I carefully remove my armor, cape, and mask, folding it neatly and placing them by my designated sleeping area, then undoing this Naga-forsaken hairdo.
Laying down, I silently offer Naga for this second chance to right the world, and for letting me see Father again. My father. He's just as I remember him. His broad shoulders and look of grim determination, and the unyielding trust in those he fights alongside. I almost exploded with giddiness upon seeing him again and Aunt Lissa tonight.
I turn over and lay on my back, gazing up at the stars for the first time that I can remember. They seem so much brighter in this time. Another reason I must not fail, I suppose. I smile to myself as i close my eyes, drifting off into the most comfortable sleep I've ever had, not having to worry whether or not I'll be attacked, or if someone will be dead when I wake.
End Chapter 9