I Don't own Fire Emblem. Otherwise, Fates would be- Nah, let's be realistic. I'm so forgetful, we Europeans wouldn't even have a release date for Fates. *Sigh* 20th of May it is.

Training Fields - Morning

Robin might had overdone it a bit, but for his own measurements, it was nothing to worry about. Okay, maybe he shouldn't have used C-level spells to play that new game he created, and maybe he shouldn't have casted more than one sphere of potentially deadly electricity at once...

But then it wouldn't even be half that fun.

His new friend (?) however had hunkered down behind a rock after the deadly spheres came at him way too fast for his liking. Actually, he had desperately begged the youth to stop even before the magic had hit the ground and created small craters. It didn't took long until the training fields looked like a battlefield created by rivaling male wyverns during the mating season.

But now, they both stood before one of the reborn members of the apocalyptic riders. The young tactician and his mage friend shrunk at the glare which could easily make the Mad King run for his life. What followed however was far more intimidating than the glare: The knight that found them, Frederick, smiled. "It is honorable of you two that you freely volunteer to join my training sessions."

Robin already fled in the direction of the sleeping quarters, leaving nothing but dust on his trail. Of course, it is out of the question that the person who would face all natural and unnatural forces at once just to protect the royal line followed the youth. After all, the young one would cause major disaster if no one kept an eye on him. The knight learned that much when he first encountered him sleeping in the plains.

For the safety of Ylisse, he had to catch that filthy spy who somehow managed to earn the knight's adopted sister's trust!

The young one on the other hand had just one goal in his mind right now: Getting the hell away from Stabby-Mc-Pointy-Stick. And in order to do that, he dashed through the masses of recruits, soldiers and squires using his small body to his advantage to slip through the knees. However, such an attempt did nothing to gain distance from the fully armored and inexhaustible knight as every bystander instantly stepped to the side to make way for him, saluting at Frederick as he passed by.

Panicking, the boy came up with a new plan to escape his unrelenting foe. A plan that was so unbelievably crazy that it might actually work. But for that, he had to enter unknown terrain.

Dashing into a random sleeping room that belonged to multiple Pegasus Knights (who, judging from the posters on the walls, all had a crush on Marth) and jumped through the (thankfully) open window, storming straight to the big building next to the garrison. Of course, a pitiful window could not stop the wrath of a great knight who fulfilled his duties. The wall didn't stood a chance.

The young tactician on the other hand was slightly relieved: He was able to gain half a meter more between him and the knight.

'Not all that far away now...' Indeed, just a couple fifty meters away was the wall of the big castle. More importantly though, he could see a big balcony fifteen to twenty meters above, built on top of said wall. Robin smirked. His crazy-but-probably-working plan would come into its final stage and he would gain enough time to hide properly from the knight's punishment.

He had read about a red and a green man who were using wind magic to do incredible high jumps in order to defeat a mighty, turtle like, fire breathing monster of evilness and its minions. The plan was now to use magic himself to do an incredibly high jump in order to land on the balcony. Of course, the youth could not use Wind Magic for this since he didn't know a single bit about summoning wind to do his bidding. He had to do it with Thunder Magic. And while he had the slight suspicion that he might leave a nasty crater in the ground the young one overshadowed it with a promise to himself that his display of prowess would probably look awesome.

Also, it worked in the books, so why shouldn't it work here?

So without further hesitations Robin had charged an Arcthunder Spell with both his palms, fired it under his feet and let the explosion do its work.

It worked better than he anticipated. He flew up and up and up and up-

During the few seconds where the centrifugal force that fought the gravitation slowly lost its power, Robin could get a goooood look at the entirety of Castle Ylisstol and the gigantic crater he had left behind. As a result, he scratched the back of his head. "Woops." A random pigeon flew by as the young one slowly began to descend towards the rooftops of the main building, gaining more and more momentum.

Bracing himself with a shield of electricity, he pierced through the roof with a loud crash and safely landed on top of a very comfortable bed. Unfortunately, the initial impact also collapsed the very comfortable bed. An "I'm okay!" came out of the newly made pile. It was a futile attempt to reassure whatever person, who might be in the room, of the youth's well-being.

The only inhabitant of the room, a female in green attire with a familiar blonde hair color, the exalted mark on her forehead and a teacup in her hands, blinked once, then twice at the source of the sudden disruption in her morning routine. Sighing, then giggling, she filled a second teacup.

Shepherds' Garrison - Sleeping Quarters

Lucina lay with open eyes in her bed. She had a lot to think about.

'At least I and Morgan successfully managed to travel back in time. So far so good. The once five year old however was now nineteen or twenty years old and doesn't seem to remember anything about the future or me. Bad. She might've traveled much further back in time since she was able to grow up and adopt a child who most likely will be her father...' She fought the urge to suffocate herself again. 'She had mentioned that she can't really remember the first five years of her life. She trusts me when I said that I came from an apocalyptic future, but laughs at the sheer possibility that she also traveled back in time... Which is the case.'

The time traveling Exalt let out a deep breath. Images of a soon-to-be five year old white-head surfaced from her youngest memories. Memories about a young Morgan giving valuable tactical advise or a young Morgan who tried to lift up large chunks of debris, only to end up cutting her own thumb...

Cries of a panicked Yarne as he stormed through the camp in his taguel form, with a young, laughing, white haired child on his head who grabbed his ears and tried to knot them together...

'What went wrong? How can all that change in a mere moment? And... where are the others? Are... are they send even further back in time?' This thought alone made the bluenette shudder.

"YIKES!" Letting out a cry that violently dragged the time traveler out of her thoughts, thinking that a risen horde caught them by surprise, Morgan awoke, falling sideways from her chair she had slept on. "CATERPILLARS! CATERPILLARS EVERYWHERE!"

Lucina aka 'Marth' let out an annoyed groan. Out of instinct, she had stood up to brace herself to defend both of them from danger. Now, she moved her hands to her left hip as if sheathing a sword, not even realizing that she hadn't had a weapon in the first place. 'Cynthia and Owain, if I ever get my hands on you...'

The female white-head looked puzzled in the direction of the time traveling princess, slowly realizing that she had a nightmare. Again. Following that, she smiled sheepishly at her. "Sorry. I have no Idea why I get haunted by these silly nightmares."

The swordswoman in her nightgown inhaled and exhaled. "Well, I know where this particular nightmare comes from, but, knowing you, you wouldn't believe me." Morgan, who had raised a finger into the air just to retract it again as she heard the last part of the sentence, remained silent. Lucina sighed. "Well, out of curiosity, do you know where your fear of caterpillars originate from?" She already knew the answer, but wanted to hear Morgan's explanation first.

The white haired woman, who still sat on the ground, thought about that. Hard. She actually tried to hit herself with a book to gain the information she wanted if it weren't for her roommate stepping in. In the end, Morgan declined. "No, I actually don't know. Must be something before... that day."

"That day?"

"Well, When I was five years old, I awoke alone in a field... it was snowing and I had searched for my father-"

The bluenette interrupted her. "Alright, I get the picture. You don't remember the first five years of your life all that well." She then focused herself, trying to get the right wording for her sentence. "So, out of curiosity... Do you think that this nightmare... originates from a ghost story? Metaphorically speaking, of course."

The white head gave that thought a shot. At first, it didn't triggered anything, but then, as she was about to give up, she faintly remembered two blurry, but definitely familiar faces... "I... think that that actually happened. I can... at least to some degree remember two persons that MIGHT have had something to do with that."

"Two teenagers, one male, the other female?" Morgan nodded, confused. "A male with shoprt, blonde hair and a female with hazel-brown hair divided in two messy pigtails?" The tactician concentrated, then reluctantly nodded. Lucina smiled. "The girl's name is Cynthia while the blonde one goes by the name Owain. The latter often calls himself 'Owain the Dark.'"

"The names... sound familiar... Did you- no, silly question. You knew them from the future. They were probably an old couple who liked to tell ghost stories and all that. They probably told you the same story as me, right?" Morgan's radiant smile was soon hidden by the open palm on the bluenette's face. 'This will be a much harder task than expected.'

The tactician stood up from the ground and noticed something major... Or, well, the lack of something major. Before she could get out a word however, the door to their room got knocked open. A familiar, energetic blonde princess stood in the doorframe, a big smile radiating from her face. "Knock-Knock!" Her eyes darted through the room until her gaze fell on the two inhabitants of the room. "Perfect, she's awake. You two, get changed and be at your best behaviors... Scratch, that, just get changed and get ready for a tea party. Emm wants to see you."

Lucina / 'Marth' was at a loss for words. Morgan, who still had to process what Lissa just had said, stuttered. "B-but... I have to f-find Robin-"

"Don't worry, he is already there."

Both the white and blue haired woman thought exactly the same. 'WHAT?'

Castle Ylisstol - Northern Wing - Terrace

Only one word could describe the inner turmoil the time traveling exalt felt at the moment: Anxiety. Why would she be anxious?

Well, first of all, she had no weapon. A certain knight who glared a hole into her back made sure of that. Second, she was forced, literally forced to wear a dress. A white one. And while Morgan as well as her future aunt say that she looked good in it, she felt naked. Even more without her mask. Third, she sat at a table, together with her father-to-be Chrom, aunt-to-be Lissa, a woman who was five years old only one and a half days before, most likely the seven year old father of said woman, the current exalt and aunt she never got to know personally in the future (due to a certain assassination attempt) and a certain daughter of the duke of Themis.

Exalt Emmeryn was flanked from her siblings, with Chrom sitting to her right. Morgan had seated herself next to him and the female bluenette sat herself next to the older white-head. This action earned the time traveler a lot of complains from the youth (who apparently was the reason that a circular crater with a five meter radius 'graced' the yard), but, in the end, he took the seat to the right of the 'imposter'. Maribelle already sat next to her best friend Lissa and gave Robin 'vital' lessons in basic etiquette, much to the child's horror.

And now they were all enjoying their cups of tea. Except Lucina, of course. She was entirely expressionless on the outside while conflicting emotions inside her threatened to tear her apart. 'I knew it was unavoidable to face them at some point, but literally falling on their heads seconds after my arrival...'

"And then, while we were walking through the forest, the earth suddenly began to shake-" Morgan was currently recounting the events that led to the encounter and rescue of the former unconscious woman. The described events shocked as well as embarrassed 'Marth' since she might have brought more problems to the past instead of averting impending doom. Also, the fact that the once five year old, who could barely lift a rock, was now able to shatter the shoulder of a risen chief with only one punch slightly terrified her. 'What happened? Just... what happened?'

"Can someone explain what happened with the training fields? They look like as if two male wyverns had fought for supremacy." This question came from Chrom. The older tactician directed a glare at her adopted brother who sheepishly scratched the back of his head. It took ten seconds for the lord until he understood what the white haired woman implied. He sounded uncertain... "Wait... Robin did all that?"

Robin's eyes sparkled in happiness, mistaking the lord's reaction as praise. "I found out that it is possible to deflect and manipulate spells that get thrown at you. So I played 'catch the Orb of total annihilation' with another mage." Then the boys mood dropped. "But he didn't wanted to play..."

While Lucina looked at the child with pure horror written all over her face the other female members had let out a silent 'aww' at the sight of the youth's (unintentional) cute, sad face.

Exalt Emmeryn was unaffected, however. Still, she was in a good mood."So, how did the young one manage to fall through the roof? The rooftops are definitely no common playgrounds."

The child smiled sheepishly again. "Well... Stabby-Mc-Pointy-StickwasscaryandIpanickedandIhadacrazyplanandtheexplosionwasstrongerthanIthought-"

Morgan interrupted her adopted brother. "Apparently he was scared and had overreacted. Don't worry, I keep a close eye on him in the future. I promise."

Maribelle then made herself known. After taking a sip of tea, of course."Pardon my choice of words, but I highly doubt that you are able to keep watch over the troublemaker the entire time. You are the Shepherds' tactician, after all." Taking another sip of tea, she gestured with her gaze to a hole in one of the roofs that everyone could see from the terrace. "And, like we saw today, Robin requires attention. We already have one member of the shepherds who manages to break walls with practice swords." The amused gaze of the exalt, a scolding one from the young princess, a knowing one from the noblewoman and a disbelieving one from the time traveler met the prince, who scratched oblivious through his cobalt blue hair.

The noblewoman took another sip of tea. "But enough of our secondary tactician." She gave Chrom a scolding glare as she said that. "We are here to discuss more... relevant matters, if I am not mistaken."

Lucina adopted her stoic expression once again as she felt her inner turmoil once more.

Emmeryn nodded, her amusement replaced by worry. "Yes... During the night, we received multiple reports of 'foul smelling, undead monsters'. One of the farmers who encountered three of these creatures reported that they were attacking his Pegasi on his pasture lands, resulting in multiple of them fleeing. He had dispatched them with his pitchfork and wanted to show their heads to the council, but they disintegrated into purple ashes." She paused for a bit. "These creatures... they are most likely the same ones you encountered in the forest, if my suspicion stays true."

Morgan shrugged. "Well, the little ones weren't very strong. The only strengths they had were their numbers and their leader. In the end, they weren't really a problem."

"Sis, you have inhuman strength, of course they are no problem for you."

"They gain strength and numbers as the days pass." Lucina had spoken up without realizing. She looked into the untouched fluid contained in her teacup, her mind absent. "They are no real problem now, but as soon as the awakening of their master draws closer..." The time traveler cut herself off as she realized that everyone's attention was directed at her.

"So, you know something about these monsters?" Lissa asked.

In theory, this question could be answered by a simple nod, but it wouldn't satisfy the person who had asked. They wanted a throughout explanation and Lucina knew that. She silently cursed to herself as she tried to come up with a story that would satisfy the listeners as well as getting her out of the spotlight...

Yes, she could lead an army against the undead forces, and yes, she was able to survive an encounter with the wings of despair (given, she had loudly screamed in fear). However, being part of a tea party with an once five year old girl, most likely her seven year old father and three of her future family members as well as the future mother of one of her friends was a little bit too much for her to process.

Lucina was really caught off guard when she had realized that she had awoken in the Shepherds' Garrison. She wanted to avoid them as much as she possibly could in order to not interfere with their personal lives. She and her friends agreed that this was the best course of action for everyone.

The fact that she didn't know who her mother might be had nothing to do with that. Nothing at all.

So... what could she tell them and what should she hide? Lucina aka 'Marth' was at a complete loss.

Morgan recognized that. She gave the time traveler a warm smile. "Just tell them."

'Marth' sighed. 'Well, I will start at the beginning then'. "Okay, it all started with the first exalt roughly one thousand years ago..."

Author Notes

Lucina wasn't kidding when she stated that she started at the very beginning. Also, Hi there.

Robin's Part... I don't know what came over me when I wrote that. In my line of thinking, it was the most natural thing that Frederick would show up. And then that happened. (Let's just say that I am insane.)

Lucina will attempt to convince Morgan throughout the story that she, indeed, comes from the future. Heck, something bad could happen to the stability of the Space-Time-Conundrum if she doesn't succeed. *Laughs like a maniac.* (Yes, I am definitely insane.)

The Tea-Party: Honestly, I just wanted to bring Lucina out of her comfort zone. I think. It seemed... somewhat logical to me that our favorite time traveling princess doesn't get interrogated by the council right away... Well, maybe It's just me being just a sadist/idiot.

And what do you think about the characterization of the... well, characters so far?

Obviously, Morgan is (a bit) op. I had the Idea of her superior strength from hers and Laurent's B-Support. (They are mostly the same in America and Germany, right?) anyways, in there, Laurent found Morgan as she was making five hundred to six hundred push ups, or something along the line... And considering that the original Robin was barely able to do one hundred (three hundred?) in another support... *Silently equips himself with a plasma shield to avoid the tomatoes*

Robin... Doesn't like to get out of his comfort zone, but warms up incredibly fast if the first impression was a positive one. Also likes to goof around a lot if he is not supervised. Likes Morgan a lot because she is an awesome big sister, and who doesn't like awesome big sisters? (Robin, get off the Keyboard!)

Frederick: If Fire Emblem had Chuck Norris (or the other way around), Frederick would be third in line. Second would be Nolan from Radiant Dawn. My line of thinking.

Chrom: Need to put more effort into him.

Lucina: I am a bit unsure as of how I should portray her. Right now, she is not in the situation she was hoping for.

Shepherds: Not counting Virion, they are all still in character, right? Sumia is still Sumia? Sully still Sully? The walking Armor is still The walking Armor?

Off Topic:
The Days of the egg laying bunnies come closer and I am thinking about writing the first chapter of another story I think a lot of as of late: Mind Games.
Female MU with the ability to read minds, but the inabilities to talk and to turn the mind-reading off. It definitely opens up a lot of possibilities and challenges. Just imagine Reflet (yes, I'll go by that name) inside Ylisstol during the more busy times. Wait, you say it would be awesome to hear the thoughts of hundrets of thousands of peoples at once? God(s), it must be frustrating.
If I actually start to write this story, then I won't give it priority over this one. Well, at least on weekends.

Anyways, thank you for reading my ramble.

Reviews:

Draen:
Hi there.
Lucina's mother... That will be a lot of nonsense I'll enjoy writing about.

OptimisticNihilist:
I hope I can keep up the quality.

Xillax:
I also enjoy writing Interactions between the goof ball and his victims. \o/
Yea, maybe I should've done a better job at that. Welp, lost an opportunity for character growth. :(
Also, good luck with your story. :)

Sigmatic:
I can't wait to get a hold on Fates. Welp, have to survive until the 20th of May. Luckily, writing Fanfiction on weekends and playing Xenoblade Chronicles X as well as leaning for the final exams doesn't leave a lot of room for death. *A hooded person with a scythe and bone hands appears* ... Welp.

Thank you all for reviewing.