"Sneak away from camp," Morgan huffed as she fired a spell over what was left of the retaining wall, "It'll just be a few hours while I get mom and dad an anniversary gift." Morgan rolled as a spell destroyed what was left of her cover, "What could possibly go wrong?"

Apparently, quite a lot it would seem. Almost as soon as she arrived, bandits had swarmed the village. Kind of a dumb move with an elite paramilitary group less than an hour away, but she supposed that was part of why they were brigands.

Horrible planning aside, Morgan could not just let them have the run of the town, so she fought back. Alone. Against a sizeable force. Okay, so maybe not her A game. Definitely missing some of that pragmatism both her parents were borderline infamous for and was more a grandpa move. Either way, she was pinned down now.

It was admittedly hard to think with so many spells going off. Drawing her sword, Morgan breathed deep. Looked like she might have to get in close. Since when did bandits have so many mages anyway?

However, just as she was about to leap out and charge her assailants, her position stopped being attacked. Looking out from her cover, Morgan saw the sparkling of magic as they diverted their attention to the seemingly more immediate threat. Morgan smirked in response, looked like the cavalry had arrived, and who was she to waste this opportunity?

Jumping over the wall, Morgan charged the brigands who fell apart from the assault on two ends. With their attention divided, they were no match for one as skilled as Morgan. As well as…whoever had helped her out.

Curious, Morgan looked around for the helping hand expecting one of the Shepherds from camp, but instead she saw a girl in what appeared to be some sort of dark mage attire. She could not have been older than her though she also looked familiar somehow. Either way, Morgan went to say hello, but was interrupted before she got the chance.

"My lord liege!" She suddenly took a knee freaking Morgan out, "I thought I might never find you, but the stars have shined favorably upon me today!"

That sounded eerily like someone else she knew. Shaking the thought away, Morgan pulled the girl up, "Okay, that's enough of that. You're making a scene. Now, care to tell me what that was all about?"

"My apologies, I was just so excited to be reunited once more!" She replied cheerily.

"Er, yes…who are you?"

"You…don't know who I am?" The other girl's brow furrowed.

"Sorry," Morgan lightly rapped on her forehead, "Amnesia. Don't remember much of anything."

"Oh my! Well, in that case," She suddenly struck a pose that definitely reminded her of someone, "I am the heroine of destiny, daughter of fallen warriors. You may call me, Ophelia Dusk." Morgan blinked a few times before Ophelia added, "I'm your retainer."

Morgan blinked again, "My what?"

"So let me get this straight," Chrom pinched the bridge of his nose as Morgan and Ophelia sat in front of him with Robin and Lucina off to the side, "In your future, Morgan is your leader?" A truly terrifying thought to the prince.

"Yes, sir," Ophelia nodded.

"And you are her royal guard?"

"Yes, along with our wing commander."

"Who is she?"

"Perhaps it's best not to know for now," Robin spoke up with his arms crossed, "If she's around too, we'll keep an eye out, but we've been through this song and dance once already."

"Right," Chrom sighed, "So we failed…again, and Morgan led a few back in her mother's stead."

"Yes, sir. We practically had to force her to go. There was only enough energy for a few people to go. I was…pushed by the wing commander. I don't know if anyone else came through."

Chrom rubbed his chin looking over to his clearly troubled daughter, "Alright, let's wrap this up for now. In the morning, I want you to tell Robin everything you know about what went wrong. Let's get it right this time."

"Yes, sir!"

Later that evening in the mess tent, Ophelia was swarmed by curious Shepherds. One particular question was on everyone's mind until a certain redhead finally voiced it.

"So, who are your parents, kid?" Severa folded her arms. Given how much she utterly looked like Lissa and her over the top manner of speaking, the father was not hard to figure out. This gave Severa a vested personal interest in her answer.

"Oh, um…" Ophelia shifted uncomfortably.

"We pretty much all know Owain's your father," Morgan answered matter of factly, "Might as well own up to it."

"Very well, I am the proud daughter of Owain, warrior of Ylisse."

"Warrior, huh?" Owain remarked normally before remembering people were there, "Aha! It seems we have met through the bounds of reality just like my dear cousin and her beloved progeny. We must share our tales of struggle and triumph!"

"I would love to!" Ophelia beamed before remembering her mother was a bit less obvious. Though, there was a thin line of dark magic through her mother's lineage as well, "As for my mother, she is a likewise revered and trusted warrior of the realm–" Ophelia braced herself knowing how her mother was and that by all accounts she had mellowed dramatically over the years, "Severa."

All eyes shifted to the redhead whose face seemed intent on matching her hair. Owain was similarly speechless. A rare feat indeed. Severa left in a silent mess before Owain chased after her calling her name.

"Knew it," Morgan whispered.

A/N: While Fates really didn't need to have a second gen, it did give us Ophelia. So, what if she was a Morgan situation instead? And, yes, the wing commander is really meant to be Caeledori. I'm not particularly fond of her and the other two like her being in Fates, but she isn't so bad if she's Severa's daughter though then that breaks the Owain ship, but this is fan fiction so I can have Ophelia and Caeledori be sisters both by Owain and Severa. However, I left it unsaid here. Though, perhaps some other threat could have arose other than Grima.