Alright ladies and gents, time to split the groups! This next part of the fic will be similar to the rebellion arc, but longer. Each group will get anywhere from 3-4 chapters dedicated to their adventures in the various Valmese lands while the chapter after each part concludes will focus on the broader topics, such as battles or looks back at Ylisse.

That's up next, first though, we have to get everyone organized and split up!

Onwards!

Split Focus

Having Gaius pop out of the shadows and call an emergency meeting was not the best way to be woken up.

Especially since a few of the couples among the Shepherds had been quite preoccupied when he showed up.

Gaius ignored the grumbling Shepherds as they filed into the main room, only a few candles providing light. Most everyone was in their nightwear, except for the spymaster, Robin, and Cordelia.

"I apologize for calling this." Gaius shouted over the grumbles. "Unfortunately, we've gotten a very important message and it can't wait until morning. Bubbles and Red can explain more, I need to plug some holes."

The lights flickered and he was gone, Maribelle glaring at the spot her husband occupied before scowling at Robin. "Get on with it, I have tests to run on Jennifer tomorrow."

Similar complaints were voiced. Robin held up his hand for silence and spoke when it was granted. "We had a Valmese messenger slip through our net, that's what Gaius is off fixing. The messenger gave us news we weren't expecting, so hold on to your shirts."

That jolted everyone awake. Gaius's net was supposed to be nearly flawless, with any holes so small as to be negligible. Looked like someone had exploited that oversight.

"Thank heaven it was no one malicious." Severa muttered off to the side, Morgan yawning in answer. "Guards down like this, who knows what'd happen?"

Mutters abounded as the Shepherds pondered the news, only for Cordelia to hold up a thick envelope. "This is the message. The central lords and Lady Ymir have requested an audience with us, to discuss the possible ouster of Valmese influence from their lands. Problem is… they all want the Exalt."

The Shepherds groaned in unison, expecting and dreading such a reality in equal measure.

"I can't be everywhere." Chrom growled, sleep burnt away. "At best, I'd be able to see two of them before the others think we're not interested. Even then, I'm no fool, any one of them is a chance for the Valmese to strike at me."

Sumia took his hand, eyes frozen in a narrow glare. "You're going nowhere without me, that's fact. Besides, this is Alliance business, not Ylisse business, so you're not getting rid of me regardless. Now, how do we make this work?"

"Divide and conquer," Robin sighed, his voice quieting any further words. "We can't send Chrom everywhere, but we do have several people that are equally able representatives. I've already outlined our plans for the next few months to Basilio, so I'm free to venture into the den."

With Cordelia ever at his side, though this went unspoken.

"Flavia can take a guard with her and meet with a third lord, though we'll probably make sure Jennifer goes along. The last… any volunteers?" Robin asked, rolling his eyes when several hands shot up in answer.

"Redundant positions only!" Chrom barked, making a few hands go down. "Much as I'd love for us to remain as a whole, there's much else that needs doing. We can't send every Shepherd out into the country. We've too many under our command to do that."

A few hands stayed up, their owners determined. Robin waited a moment to see if they'd change their minds before shaking his head. "Lissa, Donnel, are you guys sure? Vaike, Cherche, you too?"

"Maribelle and Libra have my duties covered." Lissa said with a smile. "Donnel's not much for command, so he's free. I… I really want to help as much as I can, and I haven't spent these years as a duchess and not learned something."

Donnel nodded, Lissa taking the words out of his mouth. Vaike grinned and bounced a fist on his chest. "Hey, Cher's got more than enough competent people to run things while she's gone and I'm no commander. Put us where you need us.

"I can leave my Order in good hands, as he says." Cherche agreed. "And so long as it helps my home and family, I will gladly go forth once more."

Robin closed his eyes and wondered how the volunteers had grown, even after seeing them thrive for so long. "Very well then… Lissa, as far as the world is concerned, you're the next in line to the Ylissean throne. We'll leverage that as best we can. Everyone else, the news has been given and a base made. Please, return to your rest."

The Shepherds dispersed in a flurry of whispers, all knowing little rest would come after this news. Robin waved off Chrom's attempt to address him, pointing instead to Sumia. "Be with your wife, my friend. We will see to this in the morning."

Chrom's breath exploded out as his words were cut off, eyes downcast. "…You're right, we need to rest. I just worry…"

"I understand," Robin assuaged as he dropped his voice to a whisper. "Lucina won't be going, so she's practically in charge of this entire army after Basilio and Evelyn. Have faith, she's a strong girl and there will be many here to assist her. She received the title of Morningstar for a reason."

Chrom took a deep breath and looked over his shoulder, gaze lingering on his wife before nodding. "As you say… though I wish her and Cynthia would not carry that burden. We haven't been away from each other under such circumstances before, and…"

Robin sighed through his nose. "I don't want them to lose us either, but we can't take them with us. Not only do they have their own responsibilities here, but we'll be targets. It may hurt them if we're lost, but it would be agony if we lost them."

Chrom grimaced. "Yeah… that's not something I want to think about. Alright, you've made your point, we'll deal with this in the morning."

Robin clapped his shoulder and sent the Exalt away, Sumia enveloping him in a hug before gesturing for their daughters to follow. Robin had barely a moment to take in the scene before Morgan tackled him. "Hey, Morg! Don't do that, you about scared my life away!"

Morgan gave him a weak chuckle and pulled back, looking far younger wearing a simple shift. "Well… I'm just glad you're both ok. A messenger is a lot less scary than… an assassin."

She choked on the last word, Cordelia swooping in to comfort her. "Morgan, sweet dear, it's ok. You know it would take far more than even Gaius's best Shade to do us in."

"I know…" Morgan sniffled. "It's just… we can't help you when we're asleep or away, and there's so many things that are going to be after you…"

Severa stepped up and patted her sister's head, hair down and in a simple shift herself. "We won't have to worry about that, Morg. We'll be right there with them to watch for anything underhanded."

She gave both parents a look, equal parts glare and uncertain frown. "Right?"

Robin enveloped his family in a hug, not willing to break the news that night. "We'll talk in the morning, there's a lot to go over. For now, please rest, and may sweet dreams follow you."

The parents gave the tightest squeeze they could before releasing their daughters, Severa and Morgan wishing them good night before making for their rooms. Robin and Cordelia stood in the main room for a time before Robin shook his head. "We need to seal the brands."

Cordelia's head drooped at the finality in his voice. "We cannot wait a bit longer? Henry mentioned he was getting somewhere."

"The seal is our only hope at this point." Robin growled, crestfallen. "More than a month of research and it's all we have to show for it. Henry's likely going to be with one of the delegations at that, there's no more time for him to explore every avenue."

Cordelia felt tears rise in her eyes but pushed them down. "I… I understand. When will we place the seals?"

"Tomorrow night," Robin answered, hand reaching out to stroke her back in a feeble attempt at comfort. "The sooner we do this the better. I can only hope the girls will forgive us."

Cordelia felt a sick laugh bubble past her lips. "Forgive us for what? Not trusting them enough or leaving them again?"

"Both," Robin croaked, shame weighing in his voice. "And this war will demand many more crimes beside that. I can't help but wonder if they'll… if they'll still love us after this."

Cordelia said nothing and the couple wallowed in misery for several moments. Eventually, they rose from the bog of their minds and left, thoughts clouded long after the candles were extinguished.

-Morning-

The sun rose to the bustle and clamor of soldiers going about their duties. Progress was at last being made on the roads and news of Flavia's victory over the Valmese infused the air with a celebratory spirit.

At least until someone walked into the command center, the somber air within at great odds with the outside cheer. Most of the Shepherds had left the converted inn for their various duties, but a small council sitting in the lobby was the source of the dour atmosphere.

"Sigmus, at the end of the day, is the most powerful and influential." Say'ri sighed as she marked the lord's lands on her map. "Lady Montmorency has wealth and Lady Ymir respect, but Lord Sigmus holds both the most territory and the largest farms in the central lands. Lord Arsene is mostly influence and intrigue, he works through subterfuge."

Chrom clicked his tongue and tossed his own map onto the table they'd set up for this meeting. "I'll probably be meeting him, then. Subterfuge has never been my thing, let alone trying to be respectful, and there's a reason Sumia deals with economic matters."

"Glad to know I'm useful." Sumia muttered as she compared notes with Lissa. "Regardless, I agree that Chrom and I should meet with Sigmus. Based on your accounts, Say'ri, he's a reasonable man who values honor and oaths. We can work with that."

Say'ri nodded and pointed to the table with a large map depicting all of Valm. "Then I suggest you send Duchess Lissa to meet with Lady Montmorency and Lord Gramont. They're the youngest of the rulers, but they've turned their ports into palaces of trade and wealth over the last decade. They're kind people when economics aren't at stake, but getting access to their harbors would be a substantial boon."

"Going by rank, that makes sense." Robin muttered as he mulled over the decision. "We should probably send Flavia and Jennifer after Arsene. Flavia can deal with any strong-arm tactics while Jennifer navigates the inevitable spider-webs."

A round of agreements met that idea. Flavia would need a few days to rest up, but her journey would be the longest too. And the most dangerous.

"Finally, there's me." Robin said as he pointed to the north. "Cordelia and I will head off to meet Lady Ymir. I'd ask to borrow Lady Tiki for this venture, but she's best served here spreading the word that we're the good guys."

Say'ri grunted in agreement. "And I will stand as her guard. Should Khan Basilio require my aid, I shall grant it, but otherwise I will only be able to help where battle is concerned."

Several minutes were spent hashing out the needed supplies before Severa cleared her throat. "To move things along, who's going to make up the honor guards? Skilled as everyone is, there's no reason to project suicidal overconfidence."

"She's learning every day." Robin muttered to Chrom, his friend smirking in answer. "You better watch your back, they may plan to usurp us."

Chrom rolled his eyes. "Please, as if any of them would want the workload."

Severa cleared her throat and glared at them, sheepish smiles their apology. "Anyway, as I was saying, Khan Flavia and Lady Jennifer's guards are the easiest to determine. Lady Miriel, Sir Gregor, and the Lawbringers should be enough."

"Kellam's regiment?" Sumia queried, not expecting that. "Will the commander go with them?"

Severa shook her head. "He's still needed here, but his lieutenant's more than able to fill the void. Considering how close this group will be to Walhart's heartland, I think one of the best regiments we have is required, but we cannot lose Kellam."

Chrom shook his head and leaned back. "I don't have any objections to that. Most of our elite units didn't get to see the fight after the supplies got burnt, so we'll see if they're worth their monikers. Any objections for this group?"

"Flavia's likely going to bring her personal guard." Lissa added, everyone groaning. "Do we really think that rowdy bunch are going to get along with the Lawbringers?"

Robin waved the concern away. "They'll get along and like it. Even the Feroxi Lions aren't so foolish as to start trouble on a mission. If nothing else, threaten them with Miriel's lectures if they misbehave, that'll scare 'em straight."

Sumia giggled and moved on to the next topic. "Agreed, that should keep the peace. We'll inform Flavia when she returns, so let's decide on Chrom and mine's guard. Frederick has already put himself forward, and Nowi follows him no matter our objections. We also believe Gaius should accompany us."

"A wise decision." Say'ri agreed. "Lord Sigmus is bound by oath to Walhart as I have mentioned. Shade's abilities will be useful in determining if that oath has been breached, as will the presence of the Blind Seer."

Chrom groaned as Say'ri let the title slip. "It still amazes me that the people of Valm have started handing out titles."

"Your exploits against Plegia and the prosperity of your lands speak for themselves." Say'ri rebuffed. "Stories have long crossed the sea and many see you as liberators. I cannot speak for Walhart's thoughts, but you're bound to find popular support amongst the common folk."

Chrom worked his jaw before sighing. "Then we'll have to suffer them. Anyway, the Royal Guard's going to be coming with, it's their whole job to be with us. I want the Night-Walkers along too, the more eyes we have the better, especially with our guard's… less than sensible dress."

Sumia grimaced, answering Say'ri's question before it could be voiced. "The current Captain, for all her competence is… flamboyant, to put it mildly. I'm surprised you haven't seen, considering how loudly they dress."

Say'ri shrugged. "I do not wander this town very much, I must tend to Lady Tiki. Regardless, are their numbers enough to serve as your guard? And will Lady Maribelle not insist on accompanying her husband?"

"We'd have to add another regiment to cover everyone." Robin answered, shooting down the idea. "Besides, we can't have just Libra head up the medical divisions, there's too many people. It's enough of a load pulling Lissa away."

Say'ri withdrew the question and Lissa took over. "Alright, my turn now. If it's no trouble, I'd like Vaike to come with us. Cherche must stay here and look after the Airforce, but Vaike's been itching to help free more of her home. I'd like to request the Reavers and Hell-Divers too."

"You can't have the Hell-Divers!" Severa snapped, drawing Lissa's frown. "They're far too important in our plans to take out any of the lesser fortifications and holds. I'm not letting them go to guard a glorified tea-party!"

Sumia gave her niece a disapproving stare. "Blunt manner aside, she's correct. We can, however, spare you Ricken and his regiment. While he's not a trade master like Miriel, he'll still be useful while meeting with Lady Montmorency. In addition, we can grant a unit of cavaliers."

Severa sat back with a grumble, Lissa taking the offer graciously. "That'll be enough. Make sure they have wind tomes; we'll be passing through Wyvern Valley if we're to make it on time and avoid the Valmese."

Robin sighed and waited a moment. Taking the hint, Severa looked to Lissa and apologized. "I'm… sorry for my words, they were poorly chosen."

"Your words were as they needed to be." Lissa said, accepting the apology. "I admit to a touch of romanticism in my request, pragmatism is only right in the face of it."

Robin smiled and shook his head. "Then the last on the list is myself and my wife. The Silverwings are going with their commander, so we have them, but I'd like to have the Thornshields with us along with Tharja and Lon'qu."

Severa's gaze shot to him, clearly wanting to say something, but he held out a hand to stop any protests. "Lon'qu has no current command and Henry is more than capable of taking on Tharja's duties until we return. Besides, Lady Ymir is an isolationist and a wise ruler. Lon'qu can duel any the Lady sends before us and Tharja can keep an eye out for any foul play. Additionally, the Silverwings are trained for high-altitude flight, if we need to get out, we can get out."

Severa bit her tongue and sat back with a scowl. Chrom, seeing that would need to be sorted out, started winding down the meeting. "So we have the guards and representatives sorted. Lady Say'ri, we cannot thank you enough for providing insight into those we go to meet."

Say'ri stood and bowed to the others. "It's my honor to assist. I pray that your ventures bear fruit and that the battles to come bring us closer to ending this war."

"Such as it's been." Sumia muttered as Say'ri left the lobby. "We'll just have to see. Chrom, shall I go inform Cordelia and Cherche of their roles?"

Chrom nodded and stood in concert with her. "I'll get Vaike and Ricken together before letting Frederick know. Lissa, can you inform Tharja and Miriel before digging Gregor out of his usual duel with Lon'qu?"

Lissa nodded and stood with a groan, stretching a few kinks out of her back before making for the stairs. "Let me give Jennifer the run down first, then I'll do that. Rob, I'm leaving you to find Nowi in that mess!"

Robin snorted and bid his friends goodbye before pinning Severa in her chair with a look. "Alright, out with it."

"Out with what?" Severa snapped. "That you're leaving without us again? Traipsing off on dangerous quests while Morgan and I hold the bag?"

Robin sighed through his nose and stood. "Sev, you know that's not what we're doing."

Severa pushed off the table and popped to her feet, mismatched eyes set in a heated glare. "Isn't it? Last I checked, I'm a Grandmaster too, that means I have the same authority you do. Why not send Morgan and I on this mission? We're far less important to the overall war effort."

Robin frowned as Severa depreciated her own life. "I frankly disagree in more ways than I could ever count. You have the one thing I find more vital than anything, imagination. You have no idea how much value lies in you. Morgan too has something we need, something you know all too well. Optimism."

He approached his daughter slowly, her glare still in place. "But above all that, we do this to end this war. Plegia is still a threat back home, but the sooner we finish in Valm, the sooner we can put an end to that. I don't want to break any more families than we already have, and…"

He sighed and smiled at her, love shining in his eyes. "I really want to introduce you and Morgan to the Royal Orchestra."

Severa's eyes widened, gaping at her father in disbelief. Before she could sputter out a response, Robin pushed through the opening. "I've seen the scores you've been tossing out and heard Morgan practicing back home when she thought we were out. You're both so very passionate about music, even more so than your mother and I."

He took careful strides up to Severa, not quite ready to finish. "Even when you'd sit there and sing along to our little ditties on lazy days while Morgan laughed at the piano, I knew. Your mother and I have had long discussions about it and we reached an agreement before this war broke out."

Robin tentatively took Severa's hand, only to relax when she didn't yank it away. "We want to introduce you to the conductor of the Royal Orchestra and Morgan to the head pianist. If it means we get that chance even a day sooner, then I will throw myself against the whole Valmese host."

"Then let us go with you!" Severa pleaded, not willing to give up. "We can make that happen while watching each other's backs, it makes the most sense! Aunt Evelyn and Khan Basilio are more than clever enough to run things while we're with you!"

Robin rued having to pull out his next tactic. "Sev… you and I both know that the chance of losing our family is too great as it stands. Much as it pains me, our positions have tens of thousands of lives riding on them, and even the slightest possibility of losing all of us would disastrous."

He rubbed Severa's hand as she looked away, not wanting him to see her tears. "Sev… I do not want to leave you again, neither does your mother. Circumstance demands it now, and we must answer, but you are strong. Your sister is strong. All of your friends are strong."

"You survived losing us once, so please bear this temporary parting."

Severa kept her gaze down before a whisper ghosted past her lips. "…You said that too."

Robin frowned before Severa yanked her hand away and turned her back to him. "I'll go tell Morgan about your decision. Don't spend all day choosing the scenic routes."

She stormed out of the lobby before Robin could say anything, his hand outstretched in a vain attempt to catch her shoulder. Robin stood silently for a time before shaking his head and looking to the stairs. "You hear all that?"

Cordelia sighed as she joined her husband, downcast. "Yes, she's clearly upset with that decision. I thought being with us for four years would help curb some of the issues she has… but, well, Morgan didn't like the news either, to put it mildly."

The sound of a blast washed over them, a look out the windows showing a fireball rising from the training grounds. Coincidence or not, that didn't bode well.

"Perhaps we were too welcoming." Robin muttered as they watched the soldiers carry on with nary a stuttered step. "They'd been independent for so long, maybe opening our arms so widely was detrimental."

Cordelia glared at him. "Would you trade the years with them for that?"

"Of course not." Robin answered with a scowl. "But loathe as I am to say it, the years have greatly softened them. They're in a strange place, like fledglings. Not wanting to let go of us again at any cost, yet desperate for some semblance of trust. To prove they're worthy."

Cordelia dropped her glare for a forlorn smile. "I'm starting to think we gave them their titles and positions before they were ready. They arrived from an apocalypse, and still rarely speak of it, but I've gathered they had at most a thousand people under them at any given time."

"With their only goal survival." Robin finished. "Sticking together would be best in that case. Now I'm starting to wonder if Sev's plans have been colored by that mindset, the fleet notwithstanding."

Cordelia stepped up to him and cupped his cheek. "We can worry about that later, there's something else we need to do tonight. Go inform our friends and retinue, I'll start gathering the materials we need."

She kissed his cheek, the contact lingering for a moment before Cordelia pulled back and bid Robin farewell. Alone now, with only the sounds of the soldiers outside bouncing off the walls, Robin closed his eyes. "Hati."

He blinked and the son of Fenrir stood before him, head tilted curiously. "Yes?"

"I didn't think that'd actually work." Robin muttered, a little in awe. "I kind of theorized ever since your father cursed me with a dead nose, but… well, anyway."

He shook his head and glared at the wolf. "Since you answered my call, I'm assuming you're bound to at least listen to my request. I would have you watch over my daughters while I'm gone, keep them safe and guide them from the shadows."

"Quite the task" Hait mused as he started to pace in front of Robin. "You're no scholar of myth like your duchess friend, but I have duties of my own. The moon grows indolent should I not drive it across the sky."

Robin snarled at the crackling wolf. "I would not ask were I able to make familiars strong enough to act as guardians. Unless you have a better way of doing things, there's little else I can think of."

"So little faith in your fellows." Hati cackled, tendrils of energy singeing the floor. "But very well, I'll grant them guardians. I do not take this form just for show, after all. They will arrive tonight."

Hati vanished before Robin could speak again, the grandmaster biting his lip in thought as he stared at the floor.

What the hell could he mean by that? It was a long shot to even think I could call the bastard, but now what have I gotten myself into? I really need to consult with Lissa on the myths, they've long proven themselves very real.

Robin snorted and strode into the daylight, swiftly diving into the many streams and eddies of humanity that made up their main base.

Much needed to be done.

-Chrom, Two Hours Later-

"Is this everyone?"

The Exalt's question went to Frederick, his old friend nodding. "Indeed milord, these are the captains of every requested regiment. They've agreed to the mission and are awaiting your debriefing."

Chrom sighed and looked over the small crowd. The Shepherds accompanying the representatives were here too, but they kept to the margins of the tent they'd set up in. The center was taken up by the captains.

"Alright, listen up!" Chrom called over the low mutters filling the air. "When I call your name, step forward for your debriefing!"

He took the list Frederick held out for him and started rollcall. "Captains Seth and Cormag, step forth!"

A man in a full suit of plate clanked forward while another man in heavy furs stepped up in concert. They were eyeing each other warily, but kept their gazes mostly on Chrom.

"You two are going to be escorting Khan Flavia and Lady Jennifer to the lands of Lord Arsene." Chrom informed, already exasperated by the looks they were exchanging. "Gregor's going to have overall command should any disputes arise, but your men are your own. Miriel's just as important to this mission, so guard all four with your lives."

The armored man raised a hand. "Milord, are the paths we trek already chosen?"

"Mostly, though you may need to improvise." Chrom answered, nodding to Frederick to hand the man a map. "Arsene's lands are dangerously close to Valm proper, even if the capital's the farthest point. You'll all need to be careful, no matter if you march under Arsene's aegis."

The man in furs grinned ferally. "That's why you got us, royal boy. Lions like us are all you can ask for, we'll see the ladies safe while these hunks of rust trudge behind."

The armored man, Captain Seth, glared at Cormag. "I beg your pardon, savage?"

Chrom's voice thundered over them before an argument started. "Enough! I expect the utmost professionalism from both of you! Do not bring shame on us before the people of Valm!"

The captains were suitably cowed by his reprimand, though they shared glares before bowing and stepping back in line with the others. Chrom took a deep breath before calling the next pair. "Captains Frederica and Orlan, step forth!"

A woman in painted armor with a ceremonial sword at her hip stepped forth, hair tied up in an elaborate knot. Compared to her, the cloaked figure that slinked forward faded into anonymity.

"Milord, we need no debrief!" Frederica declared in her usual boisterous tone. "The Royal Guard shall follow you and Her Majesty to hell itself! No matter the black-hearts that would seek to wound you, we shall see this mission bear fruit or die trying!"

She slammed a fist into her breastplate, a thousand-watt smile in place. Chrom nodded politely before glancing at Frederick. "You know it's your fault she's like this, right?"

"I apologize for my protégé's brash demeanor." Frederick muttered, not willing to say it any louder and make Frederica embarrassed. "In my defense, you did say to treat her well after she showed the chops to take over for me."

Chrom smirked at the reminder before looking at Orlan. "I assume Gaius already briefed you and you've rummaged through the stash Robin set up?"

Orlan nodded, no words needed.

"Splendid." Chrom sighed, noting a flash of annoyance cross Frederica's face. "Then if that's the case, just know that Sir Frederick and Lady Nowi will be joining us. Beyond that, have your regiments ready to march by tomorrow."

Frederica saluted and stepped back, Orlan slinking into line before practically melting into the air.

"Creepy as always." Chrom snarked before clearing his throat. "Anyway, Captain Branden!"

The cavalier captain stepped forward, armor still scarred from the battle he'd taken part in. "Milord, what would you have me do?"

"You'll be escorting my sister." Chrom answered with an austere bite, silently noting the young man tense. "Mind, my brother-in-law, Sir Vaike, and Sir Ricken will be accompanying you with their regiments as well. However, you are the official honor guard and I expect you to live up to that title."

Branden bowed deeply. "I… am beyond honored to receive the distinction, Your Excellency. I will see her safely delivered or die in the attempt."

"You proved your mettle in the battle alongside the Khan." Chrom continued as if he hadn't spoken. "Now, we shall see if you hold true in this task as well. Prepare your regalia, but be swift. Your path takes you through Wyvern Valley."

Mutters erupted at that, all recognized the valley's reputation. Branden kept his bow in the face of this news before righting himself, saluting, and returning to the line.

"Finally, Captain Eris and Captain Jagen." Chrom called, the last two stepping forth. "Eris, you know what's going on. Pack only enough for your regiment to reach Ymir's capital and return, no more."

The woman saluted. "Of course, milord. The Commander has ordered our regalia, but we can shed it if an emergency arises."

"Good, we need to show the pomp." Chrom agreed before looking to Jagen, an older man with greying black hair and rugged features. "Same to you, Jagen. The Silverwings are the heavenly messengers, your men are the demons."

Jagen held up his gauntlet, the steel worked with multiple barbs and hooks. "Of course, milord. We'll see the Grandmaster and Commander returned safely, any attempted assailant will bleed on our barbs."

Chrom gestured for Frederick to hand them their maps. "You'll be passing through the Great Gate as a sign of cooperation. While flight would be easier and safer, it's not wise to insult the good Lady by ignoring protocol. Be on the lookout for traps, there's bound to be at least one."

The captains took their maps and stepped back into the line. With the individual sets done, Chrom cleared his throat. "I don't think I need to tell you all just how important this mission is. Succeed, and we have more than enough support to move against Valm in force. Fail… well."

He smirked and patted Falchion. "We'll have a really tough fight on our hands."

"See to your men!"

The captains saluted and voiced their understanding. As they filed out of the tent, Chrom's jaw tensed. "Frederick, may I ask you something?"

"Anything." Frederick answered promptly.

Chrom worked his jaw for a moment then shook his head. "Sorry… I just feel like something strange is going on. Robin and Cordelia have been quiet and skittish all day, not to mention their daughters are acting less than friendly."

"As have ours, may I remind." Frederick rebuked, though he sounded thoughtful. "Nah less so, but they're all loathe to see us leave them behind again. If what we know is the whole truth, the first time we left them for so long was the last time they saw us."

Chrom sighed and scratched his head. "All these years and they still don't talk about their future. We're lucky to know that much."

Frederick nodded to the tent flap, the other Shepherds long gone with the captains. "There's little we can do about it. Until they're ready to open up or blow up, all we can do is keep going."

Chrom licked his lips and started for the tent flap. "That's unfortunate, but you've only ever spoken truth to me. Alright, I'll leave this be for now, but I still have one more request."

Frederick followed behind, dutiful as always. "What is the task?"

Chrom paused beside the flap of canvas and sighed. "Keep an eye on Henry until we depart, he's been running around grabbing things for that 'Enlightenment' research. I don't like it, he seems panicked."

Frederick had a brief look of alarm overcome him before he took a deep breath. "…Very well then. Henry hasn't been with us long, but even I know him in a panic is to be avoided."

Chrom nodded and exited the tent, Frederick a step behind.

"I fear for us all should Tharja join him."

-Evening-

The day passed slowly, word spreading amongst the army that their commanders were going to seek allies. It was well met news, especially as the bulk of Flavia's force started to trickle back into their lines and the damage from the battle could be accounted for.

Robin and Cordelia dealt with the work as swiftly as they could. Their subordinates noticed the desperate speed, but no one was brave enough to try and broach the topic, and the other Shepherds were busy with their own preparations.

Severa normally would've taken her father to task over making obvious mistakes on the battle plans, but she was still mad at both her parents. Storming off to spar with an equally upset Morgan had done a lot to calm the initial fury, but it still smoldered in her mind.

Along with the pain in her back.

Dammit Dad, Mom, why the hell would you go off somewhere like this? It's plainly obvious this is a trap, what else could it be? No one in their right mind makes dignitaries with the option of flight go through a big gate.

The Feroxi sure didn't. No official Ylissean messenger had to go through the Longfort anymore, flight was far too convenient to let that stand. As such, forcing dignitaries through a dangerous path when far safer options existed screamed malicious intents.

Yet despite that, her parents were into the enemy's jaws willingly, leaving her and Morgan to hold the bag.

Again.

"Sis?"

Severa sighed as she looked up from her desk, Morgan peeking into the room. "Yeah, what's up Morg?"

"Um… can I have dinner with you tonight?" Morgan asked nervously. "I've been eating with my squad, but… well, I don't want to be around anyone else right now."

Severa gave her a smile and nodded to an open chair. "Sure, take a load off. Lucy and Cynthy are going to have dinner by themselves too, same with Nah and Laurent."

"They're all pissed." Morgan grumbled as she took the seat. "I mean, I can kind of understand you and Lucy having to stay, but the rest of us could go."

Severa ground her teeth and drummed her fingers on the desk. "That's the thing, we're not needed to stay here. We have plans and contingencies and contingencies for the contingencies, all for six months. That's after we got the first reports from the battle and had Tiki say her piece."

Morgan leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Doesn't mean one move won't make all those plans go up in smoke, but I know what you mean. Do they not trust us? I mean, we got those promotions…"

"Who knows?" Severa groaned as she leaned her chair back. "We're still mostly untested. I… I'm still not taking what happened on the sea well, and you've only led your squad against Risen. This is different."

She glared at the ceiling. "But even then, we're still good in a fight and you can spot even Aunt Eve's traps. Sure, they'll have the Thornshields and the Silverwings, but I still know we'd be better served watching their backs than staying here and twiddling our thumbs."

Morgan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we should just tag along!"

Severa looked to her grinning sister and blinked. "What?"

"We tag along!" Morgan repeated, smile still in place. "I'm not the only Dark Flier in the Order anymore, there's more than a few in the Silverwings too. It wouldn't take much for me to disguise myself and join them, and you can follow as a Thornshield."

Severa gaped at her. "Are… are you mad?! Sure, you can do that, but there's no way in hell I'd be able to get the armor ready by the day after next! The Thornshields pride themselves on how damn long it takes to forge! And even then, Eris would notice you!"

"Then I can smuggle you." Morgan replied matter-of-factly. "We can hide out near the border gate, and just as they leave, we fly after them and hang low. No one will notice us until we're well past the point of no return."

Severa stared at her grinning sister, stunned by the sheer audacity. "…What brought this on? I'm supposed to be the schemer."

"I've been after your job for years." Morgan teased as she stuck out her tongue. "But seriously, if we're going to go with them, they have to be confident in the other Shepherds. I mean, only the best are in charge here, so why not let them do their jobs?"

A knock on the door showed Gaius had come to visit, two trays stacked in one had. "Scheming? Without me? Girls, I'm disappointed in you."

Severa flailed and her chair tipped over, sending the poor girl to the ground with a harsh thud. Morgan squeaked and jumped to attention, best parade salute fired off. "W-w-we were talking nothing of the sort, Sir!"

"You calling anyone 'sir' means you're lying." Gaius chuckled as he placed the trays on the desk. "Anyway, you both missed supper. Didn't get the memo about the early grub?"

Severa growled as she picked herself up. "I haven't heard shit about it if that's what you're asking. What's going on, Dad and Mom send a message?"

"Not quite, this is their message." Gaius chuckled as he gestured to the trays. "They were worried you would miss the food, so they convinced me to take some to ya. What's this about a smuggling, if I may?"

Morgan dropped the salute for a too-cheery smile. "Oh, just figuring out how to get some of the good wine into our trunks is all. Need to have it handy for the celebrations."

Gaius clearly didn't believe them. "Right… well, it's none of my business. Enjoy the grub, and rest your back, Sev, that was a hard fall."

Severa grimaced as her back ached, the pain nothing to do with her short fall. "I'll… do that. And… tell Mom and Dad thanks, I guess."

Gaius chuckled and turned on his heel. "I'll spread the love, don't worry."

"We're still mad at them!" Severa roared as Gaius hightailed it out of the room. She shut the door and dropped into her righted chair, glaring at the food.

Morgan took her seat and scooted over to grab one of the trays. "Come on, Sev, the food won't catch fire just 'cause you're staring at it. Let's eat and figure out a way to get around Uncle Gaius."

"Like that'll happen." Severa muttered, even as her mind played with several ideas.

Morgan laughed and they discussed ideas over their meal. It was the usual rations, nothing special, but the warm atmosphere and light conversation was enough for Severa's pain to fade.

Before they knew it, both girls were sound asleep on the desk, the door opening to admit a somber Gaius. "Heaven… I hope they can forgive us for this."

"Hell, I hope Maribelle won't annul."

-Forest Outside of Base-

It had taken many hours and the utmost secrecy, but the site was ready.

Robin stood to one side of the prepared clearing, face set in a stoic mask. Opposite him stood Cordelia, tears staining her cheeks as she gazed at the clearing.

Almost the entire clearing had been turned to dirt and smoothed, arcane symbols and formulas scrawled across every square-inch of ground. The runes reeked of magic, a miasma of power hanging in the air as Henry walked around spreading ingredients.

"I cannot believe you deigned not to inform me of this." Maribelle huffed to Cordelia as she watched Henry work. "Did you honestly believe I would turn my back on your family over a trifle like blood?"

Cordelia glanced down at the Duchess, wisps of power rising from her hands like clouds. "May I remind, you were quite the judge based on blood for most of your life. Besides, we all know how… poorly our number takes the idea of treachery, no matter if it's forced."

Maribelle had the decency to be contrite. "…My apologies, I'm still in shock. When we heard of this 'Enlightenment' schlock, I was prepared to face raving fanatics. Not… not them."

Her eyes went to the center of the clearing, where Lissa was gently brushing Severa's back with a special paint. Next to her kneeled Tharja, carefully marking Morgan's breasts.

"None of us expected this." Cordelia agreed. "When Gaius first showed us the drawings, that was bad enough… but the fleet…"

She sobbed, Maribelle unable to comfort her. Severa's mark had advanced considerably in the short time between the ambush on Carrion Isle and now, an intricate tattoo stretching from her tailbone to her neck. Details were starting to fill in the outlines, the greatest density of patterns near the origin.

Morgan's had spread as well, coiling around her breasts and collarbone like a serpent. While still only outlines, the center of the mark had darkened like Severa's.

"No one can say what pain must've brought these changes about." Maribelle sighed as Henry finished spreading the last of the materials. "But it would certainly explain why they were quite irritable with you today. Rightfully upset, yes, but even Cynthia saw reason by lunch."

Cordelia sighed and wiped away the tears. "I can only hope so. Part of me thinks they'll be thankful for this, but… I just know they'll feel it another breach of their trust."

"We'll have to see." Maribelle said, the power in her hands growing thicker. "But now is the time for action. Lissa, my darling, are we ready?"

Lissa made a few more careful additions to her work before sighing. "I'm good, and hoping desperately it works. Tharja, you?"

"As ready as ever." Tharja rasped, voice cracking from disuse. "And even still, I don't know if this'll work. We're evoking terrible power. Right up my alley, were the costs not what they are."

The pair stepped through the clearing gingerly, very careful to avoid every line they'd made with painstaking attention to detail. Once clear, they took seats at the margins, Lissa in front of Robin and across from Maribelle while Tharja took the southern edge.

Henry set up opposite Tharja. He was grinning but devoid of his usual cheer. "Alright, is everyone ready? Once this starts, there's no stopping it. We may very well die."

Robin and Cordelia reached out to grab Lissa and Maribelle's shoulders respectively, their decision clear.

"Alright, here we go." Henry muttered, trading nods with his fellow mages before cupping his hands and starting the ritual. "Mühür."

Black miasma burst from his palms and flowed into the markings, consuming the materials specifically chosen for their ability to repel evil.

"Sêl" Maribelle commanded, the clouds floating from her palms racing into the symbols before her, coating them in a thick fog with flashes of light.

"Khatam." Tharja rasped, purple sludge oozing from her hands and crawling through the dirt, rancid mist rising to fill the air wherever it met the material.

"Muhuri." Lissa sighed, liquid light spilling from her staff and racing through the marks, rainbows birthed in its wake.

All four met in the center of the clearing and began to mix, roiling and boiling amongst each other as the forces of diametric opposites clashed and warred.

Robin took his free hand and bit into it, strong enough to draw blood. Cordelia did the same, the pair inscribing complex seals onto the back of their hands. Once done, the blood glowed and the raging magics stilled.

Then the marks blazed to life and the girls awoke with hellish screams, pillars of choking miasma spewing from them as if to flee the light. Morgan's pillar was decidedly smaller than Severa's, but as the mages chanted, the miasma converged into one roaring storm.

Robin fell to his knees as his soul strained under the drain of the seal, ghostly claws and hands reaching from the marks to grab at the substance pouring from his daughters. Cordelia fell as well, eyes locked on the tower of darkness.

The hands and claws dove into the miasma and the girls shrieked, no conscious thought in their eyes as they wailed in pain and fear. It destroyed their parents to see them in such a state, but the chant could not and would not cease.

The miasma shifted into the horned head of Grima, the foul maw gaping in a perverse facsimile of a smile before the hands and claws completely bound it in light.

The mages sped their chants, brows heavy with sweat as they forced the malevolent force back into the girls, the paint on their bodies coiling and constricting their brands. Slowly but surely, the marks started to retreat.

The girls had gone mute at this point, but their agony continued for what seemed an eternity as Grima's influence fought against the seal. Everyone could feel their stamina wasting away, but they kept pushing against the fell power and reinforcing the seal.

With a roar, the ritual came to an end, the clearing ringing with a shrill laugh before all was silent. The mages toppled over in exhaustion; Robin fell to his hands as he tried to catch his breath.

Only Cordelia had the strength to crawl to her daughters, eyes scanning their bodies for any sign that the ritual hadn't worked.

"Thank Naga above… it worked."

The formerly extensive tattoos had been forced back to their original size and shape, almost fading into the skin. Ghostly hands and claws of white gripped the remainder in iron vices, sealing the influence away.

Cordelia gathered her daughters into her arms and squeezed, weeping in joy. They were safe now, no longer having to fear their own blood or emotions. The anger this was sure to bring would be worth it, so very worth it.

As her tears wet the girls' hair, Robin helped Lissa to her feet. "It… looks like it worked…"

"Barely…" Lissa coughed. "That power… I had to use almost everything. If it had resisted a little longer, we may have had to do a full evocation."

Robin gulped at the idea. That would've meant calling on their… loving patrons. "I see… but it worked, thank you."

"I'd do the same… for any of them… or any of you." Lissa panted. "You're all… family to me. Now… let's get this… cleaned up… and get some… rest."

Robin nodded and, when Lissa could stand by herself, hobbled to his family. "Thank Naga, Cordy, they're ok."

"Hearing them scream like that… was the worst pain… I've ever endured." Cordelia sobbed as she looked at him, tears flowing freely. "But look at them, they sleep so soundly! Only the tots have looked this peaceful."

Robin started to cry as he looked at his daughters, both wearing serene expressions. They looked so very peaceful and his heart ached in relief. "You're right…"

He kneeled and hugged them all, his tears joining his wife's. Their fellows watched from the sidelines with content smiles, glad to see their work had done so much good.

A bolt of lightning shattered the peace, the energy tearing the ground asunder. Robin immediately shielded his family from the shards of earth, only to gape at what stood in the crater. "…Hati?"

The wolf of lightning bowed to the group, a clear lilt of amusement in his voice. "Indeed, 'tis I. I have come to fulfill your request, Chosen."

The brush rustled and a pack of very large wolves entered the clearing. They weren't overly hostile, but their eyes held clear signs of intelligence.

"These are the guardians you requested." Hati cackled as Robin gazed at him in shock. "Now… you have literal dogs of war, no? May as well live up to your lofty reputation even whilst away."

Hati vanished and the wolves came closer, everyone closed ranks around the sleeping girls, magic dancing in their hands.

"Stay back!" Robin commanded. Surprisingly, all but the largest wolf obeyed, a massive beast of solid black with blue eyes.

"Fear us not, we mean no harm to the cubs." Robin heard a voice whisper in his ears, the wolf bowing its head in a show of submission. "From this day forth, they are our charge. We will watch over them until we are released or their own life ends."

Robin bit his lip before the lightning in his hand died away. "…Very well, but remain out of sight. We cannot feed you."

The wolf bowed and bared its fangs in a fierce grin "Worry not…"

And the whole pack sank into the shadows.

"We're perfectly capable of staying out of sight."

Once they were gone, Lissa released her magic and sighed. "Rob, you have a lot of explaining to do. However, right now I am tired, hungry, and horny. Let's get back before something gives."

Alarmed looks were shared between the others before Robin and Cordelia gathered their daughters and hurried back to the base. Tharja cleaned up the clearing before hurrying after them.

Only Maribelle jogged behind, sore and aching, but also uneasy. A glance back confirmed it.

Red eyes in the brush, watching.

The Risen had arrived.

And with them, a whole host of new problems.

Ch. End

Alright, nice little intermission before we head off on the big ride!

Severa: There's no way you solved the marks that easily.

Lucina: Or maybe it is just that easy? Magic is still very mysterious despite all we know of it.

7: Even more so the blood magic used here. Regardless, let's get to reviews, we have things to do!

PokeTennyson25: We'll be meeting the rest over the course of this arc, and Emm's ok for now. She didn't leave her room, which is why no one mentioned talking to her beyond the meeting.

Zero8000: Glad you enjoy! Forward planning almost always ends up winning things, with split second decisions right behind. As for the Valmese, it's all incentive. When death has more rewards than fleeing and living, along with the indoctrination training provides, stuff like what they have happens.

Warrior of six blades: I feel bad for Emm, but this all serves the story. Chrom and Sumia, as noted above, can't meet all of them so others will in their stead. Robin and Cordelia worked that out at least, but now this happens. It'll be fun to see if Gaius ever runs into Lilith again ^_^

Kpanda100: Glad to have you aboard and enjoying things! Believe it or not, Emmeryn is my second choice for pairings behind Cordelia, and I've entertained ideas of doing a menage a trois with them at some point. We'll have to see!

That's all I have folks, until next time!

Ciao!