Chapter 14

Don't complain, I'm starting to type this just as I put up the last chapter...

Morgan let out a roar of helplessness. "NO!" He raised his sword, feeling and hearing the lightning buzz off the blade. A concentrated burst began to build up at the tip. Its size grew extremely quickly.

Lucina somehow managed to dodge Blade's stab so that it was only a glancing blow on her side. She hissed with pain. "Morgan!"

"Rah!" Morgan felt the burst of magical energy leave him. Blade groaned as he skidded back from the blow. "Lucina... father... he..."

"We have to fight now, Morgan!" Despite her words, Morgan could see that his sister crying. She grabbed Falchion. "The feelings... you can't let them overwhelm you... not in a situation like this... otherwise it's all over."

Morgan felt his blade crackle. Those twenty slashes sure messed me up... he thought, slumping to one knee. "But... your injuries..."

"I'll be fine," she growled. "Blade!" She slashed, but Blade used his shifting movement to dodge just enough so that she didn't cut him. "Ah..."

"Well... hm?!" Blade suddenly moved back from an arrow. "Noire... from the future, just like you two..." He grinned at Morgan and Lucina's faces. "Before I started this war, I made sure to get every inch of information I could from the last war you had against Validar... and Grima."

"Now's here someone who did their research." A voice came from behind Morgan. "Blade... even with that done... you still won't win against Ylisse."

"That voice..." Morgan felt a slight surge of hope. "Don't tell me that..." He turned his head around to look at the newcomer. "Nowi?! But... how?" Also, you don't usually sound serious in general... he thought. What happened that could've done that?

"Well... Nah was born early..." Nowi frowned slightly. "I've left her to a wet nurse and joined you guys. Nah's stomach is bigger then before!" she grinned.

Morgan blinked. "Yay," he deadpanned, his blade building up more magical power. "Stay back! That man... killed Chrom!"

Nowi became unusually serious again. "I can see that. Anyway, everyone else are here!" Roars only proved her words as the Shepherds surged forward.

Morgan grunted. "Lucina, get back!" he hissed. "Aunt Lissa!" His aunt and sister hurried over. "Auntie, please heal us. Even with all of us... I don't think we can take on Blade. He killed father with ease!"

Lissa blinked, before pulling out a healing staff. "Chrom..." she murmured, before she began a healing spell to heal her niece and nephew. She stopped soon after. "There," she breathed out. "I'd better get Lon'qu to help me pull his body out of the way..."

Lucina suddenly gasped. "Morgan, look! Coming from behind Blade... an army!" she exclaimed.

Morgan cursed. "So Blade was going to act like a coward and try and end this here..." he growled. "Alright, Lucina! We have to try and take mother and father's places for this battle!" he told her. "After all... Blade won't just give up this time. He'll continue to fight us until he's dead."

Lucina nodded. "Yes." She gripped her Falchion tightly. "But... Morgan, your sword has a massive crack in it and there's no time to get another weapon. If your Levin Sword breaks, what will you use?"

Morgan's mind was blank for a moment, before the answer came to him. "Father's Falchion," he murmured. "That's it... if I can wield it..."

Lon'qu passed by then, Chrom's body over his shoulder. "Morgan. Take this." He held out Chrom's Falchion. "He would've wanted you to have it."

"Thanks, uncle." Morgan gingerly took the sword. At that moment, his Levin Sword shattered. He sighed. "Father... watch over me, always..."

Lucina let out a slight sigh. "Watch over the family you've left behind, father," she murmured. "Now, Morgan... we'll be slaughtered quickly if you're not there to guide us. So hurry!" she snapped. "Father gave his life for this war! We can't lose!"

Morgan nodded. "Yeah. You remember the first ambush, when I spilt everyone into units based on abilities close up and far away?" She nodded. "Alright, Lucina, can you do that. I'll cover half and you cover the other half of the Shepherds." His sister raced away. "Now..."

Within moments, there was an immediate change in the battle. They have to have a tactician... thought Morgan, Falchion in his hand. Better see if I can use father's holy blade... Morgan raced out, and swung Falchion downwards at an enemy soldier. He cut the foe's right arm off. "That answers that question... but..."

He looked away for a moment and a fiery sensation burst in his left arm. Morgan gasped in pain, almost dropping Falchion in the pain.

"So... you must be the tactician of this pitiful army!" Before Morgan was a girl about his age wearing a cloak similar to his. "My name's Angela, the tactician for the Plegian army. Time for you to die!"

A tome! realized Morgan, barely dodging the Arcfire fireball she sent at him. 'Whoa..." Morgan ran for the enemy, who dropped her tome and grabbed a sword, sparks flying as the two blades met. "Yeah? Well, too bad. I can't die yet. I have too much left to do in life!"

"So did all the soldiers your army is killing right now!" Morgan flinched, and Angelia instantly overwhelmed him. "Now, it's over."

"Hah!" Lucina was above Angela. "SILENCE!" she roared, stabbing downwards, right through Angela's head and body.

Morgan panted. "Thanks, Lucina." He grabbed Angela's Arcfire tome and stuffed it in his cloak. "Behind you!" He dashed forward and slashed.

Lucina gasped. "That..." She shook her head. "I'll tell you later... after we kill the bastard that killed our father... he's the only one left now!"

That was quick, noted Morgan as he ran after his sister. Did Blade just have an underwhelming army...? He suddenly saw an arrow coming for his head. No...! Another ambush after his first one! He closed his eyes, waiting for extreme agony to enter his skull.

Instead, all he felt was a warm spatter of blood. Morgan opened his eyes again. "Ah..." The man before him instantly crumpled.

Morgan let out a loud roar. "Uncle Lon'qu..." A murderus surge erupt from within. He whipped out the Arcfire tome, and cast the spell. The fireball he tossed out was massive, and he saw archers burning. He grinned. "Yes..."

He gripped Falchion and turned to meet a spear. "Huh/" grunted the soldier, the tip of the weapon cut off.

"Well?" Morgan lunged, and stabbed the legendary blade through the foe, before aggressively taking it out. "I have to end this... so that as few lives are killed as possible..." Morgan panted, before looking up, barely dodging a stab. "Blade!"

The killer of Chrom laughed like a maniac. "It's your turn, tactician of my enemy. That's all I need to kill you!" He slashed, his sword meeting Falchion.

"Hah!" Morgan moved back as Lucina descended from her leap, just slightly cutting Blade as he moved away. "I didn't get him..."

"Want revenge?" grinned Blade. "For dear old dad? Well, I've got news for you two. You're only fighting me now out of a sense of purpose."

Morgan looked into Blade's eyes. Hatred... and... "I get it. You were such a coward you had to use ambushes," declared Morgan. "Lucina."

His sister nodded, before lunging. Blade dodged, just to get struck slightly by Morgan's Arcfire spell. "Gah!" he growled. "So, your army may overwhelm mine! Whatever! If I kill the two of you, then I break the will of the Ylissean army! Time to die, fools!"

By now, Morgan had noticed that the army had almost finished fighting. "No... it's your time to die, Blade." He pointed Falchion at Blade.

"Well... archers! Fire!" roared Blade. Suddenly, a massive storm of total death sales over the army. Morgan saw Cordelia fall, an arrow in her body.

"Ah!" Morgan's left hand was pierced by an arrow, and it also tore the Arcfire tome to shreds. However, no more arrows fell. Morgan tore the arrow out of his hand, and let his arm hang limply at his side. "Is that it?" he asked.

Blade curled his lip. "Ah... I'LL KILL YOU!" he screamed. He lunged, but Morgan easily met his slash. "Yes, that was it. Everything else... I'll finish!"

Morgan was forced away. "No..." He was stabbed. He threw up blood all over Blade as he twisted the sword. "Ah..." he croaked.

"Huh?" Blade looked down to see Lucina's Falchion. He growled. "That's not enough... RAH!" He tore out his sword and slashed behind him, his sword biting into Lucina. She staggered away, her sword still in Blade. "Heh..."

Suddenly, there was a dragon in front of Morgan. Nowi began to breathe fire, but Blade threw his sword. It somehow pierced through her skin, entering her belly, and she collapsed.

"NO!" roared Morgan. He ran at Blade, ignoring all the pain inflicted on him so far. Blade tore out Falchion, and stabbed. Useless, thought Morgan, remembering from Lucina that Falchion could only be used by those of the royal family. To his surprise, as he dodged, it cut his cheek. "What...?"

Blade grinned. "My bad. I should've told you... I didn't get the blue hair of your family, but I'm from the future. Just like you and your sister!" he laughed.

"Ah..." grunted Morgan, swept off his feet by Blade. He landed awkwardly, all the wind blown out of him. "This... can't be how it ends..."

Suddenly, blue hair flashed at the edge of his vision. "Morgan!" He threw Falchion, and Lucina somehow caught it, lunging for Blade.

"Hm?!" Blade turned, getting Lucina's slash. However, the Falchion he was wielding was forced from his hand into the air. "NO!" he roared.

Getting to his knees, Morgan caught the blade. He used it to get up, and ran for Blade. "AH!" He slashed as the same time as his sister, and Blade seemed to panic. He fell over, having been cut into three pieces by the two swordsmen from behind and in front of him.

Morgan panted. "Here." He gave Lucina her sword, and she gave him the Falchion of the current timeline. "We won."

Lucina nodded. "Ylisseans!" she called, turning to face all the armies. "We have won today! Now, it is time to return to Ylisse!"

Morgan coughed up more blood at Lucina's final words, and fell over. We won... he thought, vision starting to blur. Finally...

I can get back to Nah... and our child.

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