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Chapter 10: Imprisoned

Robin slowly opened her eyes. However her vision was blurred, but she could tell she was staring at a ceiling. As she sat up, Robin felt a soft surface under her. That must be it...she was in a bed. Hopeful thoughts ran through her head. Maybe this whole thing had been a nightmare. She was most likely in her room in Ylisstol Castle. Chrom must've woken up before her and was probably having breakfast with Lucina and Morgan...

Sadly, when her vision finally cleared, this place wasn't home. It was a small room with dark yellow walls. In the right corner was a wooden dresser next to a door, while in the left corner was a small desk and chair. She looked again and saw her tactician coat hanging on the chair. Robin looked down and saw she was lying in a large bed with dark purple covers. Then the cold truth struck her once more. Rufure had burned the orchard. He had burned the Naosu Fruit. He had burned the last hope of saving Morgan...

Robin whispered softly, fighting back tears, "I'm sorry Morgan...I've...I've...failed you."

The door creaked open. Robin looked up, trying her best to hide her grief. Rufure entered the room with a sly grin. Following behind him were two women. The first was a Dark Knight, she had her helmet on so Robin couldn't see her face. The second was a Cleric. She had long black hair and wore a dress that resembled Lissa's, only her's was a light red. Yet something was off about her...there was something in her eyes...pity? No. No...it couldn't be.

"So wonderful to see you awake." Rufure said.

Robin glared at him and hissed, "Don't come near me!"

Rufure snickered and walked next to the bed. "Still angered at my little lie, I see?" Robin drew back her fist and swung it at him, but Rufure quickly moved. He frowned, "Hmph. You have Mother's stubbornness." Robin didn't respond. She wanted to tear this man apart and to make him regret what he had done. It wasn't often Robin had thoughts of rage or revenge, but something within her burned with anger.

Rufure shook his head, "Honestly sister, I'm surprised you still have the energy to resist. But it won't last for long..."

"What are you saying?!" Robin asked angrily. Rufure turned to the Dark Knight and nodded. She bowed and walked out.

"I know why you fight little sister," Rufure started, "For those meaningless bonds you have with the pathetic Shepherds." When he said bonds, it sounded like he was referring to garbage.

Robin looked away and said softly, "They are a power greater than Grima."

"I highly doubt that." Rufure replied, "But I can see they are what keeps you fighting." He bent down so that their eyes met, "Which is why I will break every single bond you have." Robin's eyes became fiery once more as she reeled back her hand and slapped Rufure in the face. He stumbled backwards and held his cheek that was now turning red. Rufure glared at her, but continued, "Your son shall become a Risen, another servant for Grima. Your daughter..." He chuckled softly. Robin's eyes widened.

"That's not possible...she...she's back at..." Robin whispered. "What did you do to her?!"

Rufure didn't reply. However, the Dark Knight re-entered the room. She walked over to the bed and placed a small object wrapped in a handkerchief near Robin's hand. Robin picked it up. She hesitantly unwrapped the handkerchief. When the small item was revealed, Robin nearly fainted. "T-This...is..." She stuttered. Her hands became shaky. Tears welled up in her eyes. The object was...

Lucina's small, golden tiara.

"NO!" Robin sobbed and held the tiara close. Rufure merely grinned and walked over to the cleric.

He ordered, "Reina, stay here and watch over her." He reached into a pocket on his coat and pulled out a small bronze key. "Lock the door every time you leave." She slowly took the key and curtsied. Rufure then left the room with the Dark Knight. Leaving the cleric, Reina, to watch Robin cry in agony.

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"...Toe of a frog...mixed it for five minutes...and we're done!" Henry cheered as he finished mixing the hex. Nah smiled at her father. Normally, Nah would be angry at her father for creating hexes. In fact, many times she had gone so far as to turn into her dragon and force him to throw away the hex. However, she convinced herself that these were desperate times, and it would benefit the army. Nah peeked into the large stone bowl. Floating in it was a swamp yellow liquid. Nah nearly hurled when her nose caught the smell, which reminded her of skunks. Henry took a ladle, scooped up some of the liquid, and poured it into a small bottle. He placed a cap on it and began to shake it. Nah watched in awe as the liquid in the bottle slowly turned into a gas, almost resembling mist.

Henry handed the bottle to Nah, "There you, kiddo. One Truth-Telling hex, just open and whoever smells it will be put into a trance. Once they are, you can ask them anything you want! Be careful though, it only lasts for a few minutes."

"Thanks Papa!" Nah said happily.

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She raced out of his room, ran to Morgan's door, and knocked.

"Come in..." Morgan said glumly. Nah made the door fly open. She grinned at him with excitement in her eyes. However, not even her happy expression changed Morgan's expression that was full of sorrow. Lucina's sword was at his side.

"Morgan, I have great news!" Nah cheered, "I know how we can find the traitor!"

Morgan rubbed the back of his head, "Oh right...that. Sorry Nah, I guess I haven't been much focused lately..." Nah bent down and her eyes softened.

"I know Morgan." She whispered, "However, think of it this way, if we find the traitor, then they'll most likely know where the Risen took Lucina." At this comment, Morgan's eyes lit up. He slowly smiled and nodded.

"Alright, what's this plan?"

Nah sat down next to him and pulled out the hex. "See this? It's a truth-telling hex. All we have to do is make everyone smell it, and then voila! We'll locate the traitor."

Morgan's eyes widened, "Where in the world did you get that?!"

"My Dad." Nah answered flatly but then continued, "Anyway, our best bet is to use it at dinner. That's the only time everyone is together." Morgan nodded. Nah smiled, stood up, and left to prepare for dinner. When she was gone, Morgan looked back Parallel Falchion.

"Don't worry sis," Morgan whispered, "I'll find the traitor, and then I'll come for you. I'll make you proud."

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Chrom heard the sounds of mice squeaking, dripping water, and three voices.

"Oi! Look 'ere, we've got a Princey."

"Wonder what kinds of fancy gems he got..."

"You idiot! They probably took all his things before that Rufure craven locked him in here."

Chrom opened his eyes. Standing above him were three men. The first looking quite old, he was bald and his face was covered in wrinkles. The second one looked about Gregor's age, he had large muscles and a tiny scar across his nose. The last one was a small man, he was skinny and had a small brown beard.

"He's waking up!" The old one shouted.

The small one shrieked, "We're dead!"

The strong one whacked the other two on their heads and growled, "Shut it!" Chrom sat up, ignoring the three, and looked around. The floor and walls were made of cobblestone. Water dripped from the ceiling. To the right, Chrom saw four wooden planks attached to the wall, most likely for sleeping.

"Um...Princey?" The old man tested, "You're not...uh...angry right? Try to understand, we've been down here for months, we haven't seen anything fancy or shiny for a while. Since the guards told us you were royalty, we figured you had some fancy-"

The strong one hissed, "Shut up, Snobby!" The old man yelped and immediately became quiet.

"I don't see why we can't talk to him," The small one groaned, "I mean he is going to die soon, we might as well-"

Chrom's eyes widened, "What?!"

The strong one smacked the small man once again. The old man turned to Chrom and sighed, "We're sorry Princey, but Rufure the Idiotic wants you out of the way for some plan, they said you're being executed in three days."

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Later that day, evening had arrived. Nah and Morgan crept slowly to the entrance of the dining tent. Nah gestured Morgan to stay back and be quiet. Then she peeked through the flap of the tent. All the others were there, even Aversa.

"Ready?" Morgan whispered.

Nah nodded, "On the count of three, throw the tent flap open. I'll run in and throw the hex. Once I do, hold your breath and get a safe distance away from the tent."

Morgan grabbed the tent flap while Nah got in position.

"One..."

Morgan tightened his grip on the tent flap.

"Two..."

Nah could hear the others, laughing and talking as they ate. She held the bottle of the Truth-Telling hex close.

"Three!"

Morgan threw the tent flap open as Nah darted into the tent. The others could barely even let out a surprised gasp as she pulled the cap off of the bottle. The yellow gas escaped from the bottle and started to fill the room. Nah raced out before the gas could reach her nose. On her way out, she placed the cap back on, considering that they may need the hex again. Morgan met up with her a distance from the tent. They waited for a moment and then slowly walked back into the tent.

The other Shepherds sat perfectly still. None of them spoke. Their eyes were hazed...as if they were about to fall asleep. Nah walked around to make sure they were all under the hex. Once she confirmed it, Nah stood at the head of the table.

"Alright let's make this quick," Nah muttered. She straightened and demanded, "Raise your hand if you are the traitor!" Nah stood firm with her arms cross. She gazed around at the Shepherds, waiting for a hand to go up.

A minute passed.

No hand.

Another minute went by.

No hand.

Morgan walked next to her and whispered, "I thought you said that was supposed to make the traitor tell the truth."

"That's what Dad said!" Nah whispered frustrated, "But nobody here is moving!" Morgan looked back at the Shepherds, still in the trance, and thought for a moment. Nah looked back at him, waiting for the tactician-in-training to think of an idea. Part of her felt panicked, she knew the hex wouldn't last long. And if they woke up and discovered that Nah had been using a hex...oh boy, it wouldn't end well.

Morgan slowly looked up at Nah, a look of realization across his face. "If no one here is the traitor..."

Nah's eyes widened as well as she continued, "...then that means...the traitor..."

Morgan nearly screamed, "...went with Mom and Dad!"

Groans of confusion and pain rang in the children's ears. They turned to see the other Shepherds rubbing their heads and starting to awaken from their trance. They didn't seem fully aware of what happened, so Nah grabbed Morgan's hand and raced out of the tent.

Little did they know, a certain Dark Flier was already fully awake...

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