It has been almost three years since he has entered through this world and during that time he learned many things.

It seems that Uncle Chrom was truly the new Exalt along side with his wife Robin and their newly born daughter, baby Lucina. While it was great to hear that they were still alive, he couldn't help but let his heart sink when it was Uncle Chrom that was the current ruler instead of Aunt Emmeryn.

There are rumors that Emmeryn has survived the fall with a price over losing her memory but he chose not to let his hopes up in case they were just rumors spread by those that wish to scare King Gangrel to submission. He could never forget that he was too late to help his aunt. Even worse is that he could never see his aunt face to face.

More news is that it seems that Uncle Chrom has ruled for almost two years. If he could recall, then this means that the threat of Walhart the Conqueror will become a reality when he sets off to take over his home land.

Speaking of which, after finally finding a village and sitting himself at a tavern he just sat back and listen to the sound of drunks talking. While taverns aren't something that some people (Lucina) approve of they always do have the best source of information anywhere. That and Anna.

But even so he did found out that he was in Valm, a ship ride away from his home.

In other words, he was never at home and could never go home.

He felt pain in his chest every time he thinks about it. A rule that Lucina thought of was that they have to stay near the place they arrived in. Even if it meant staying at home.

He could always leave and run to the capital and watch his mother from afar but he could never risk putting her in danger if he does something stupid again and mess up the timeline.

So heavy hearted he didn't even dare himself to make it to the coast.

And that was a good thing too because Walhart ordered a ship of some of his finest soldiers to go attacks Ferox in order to take over more land for his empire.

He snorted.

He just can't wait to hear the news that his Uncle defeated the ship load of strangers that were so over their heads that they sailed back in shame over their loss.

From what he remembered from Frederick that was when Cherche tagged along. Gerome had to be at least happy about that right?

But even so he did realise that things were set sooner than expected for him. He waited for himself to witness the beginning of the Conquest that Chrom and his Shepherds will vanquish. That would mean that one war was over and two more to be followed by.

He narrowed his eyes with that.

That would mean that it would be a few more months before his parents would even step foot into Valm! He waited for three years and yet he has to wait for a few more months!

Groaning he slammed his head on the edge of the table in front of him.

No one spared him a glance as he walked away from the tavern to camp out for the night.

Walking an hour away from the sun he finally let him self set up camp. Fireplace and whetstone out. Swords to be sharpened and a bit of food to be cooked (much more than he's used to eat so he could go back to eating a normal meal). Supplies checked on and books recovered he opened up a leather covered journal and a feather before starting to write down everything he knew from today's information gathering.

-Walhart is about to invade

-In south eastern of Valm

-Cherche probably landed in Ferox

-Few more months till the Conquest

-No hints of others

Beyond that there were more notes to his journal. Things like "Not in Yeliss" or "No one is with me". Some were personal like "Mother's staff was polished" or "Hand is more frequent".

But other notes were just sad.

And days on end it is always like this. Travel with the path and end up in a town. Gather supplies, go to the tavern, gather information and then leave before night falls to camp.

He could always entertain the thought of staying in an inn but he didn't feel comfortable enough to actually let his guard down to have proper bedding. It just felt...wrong in more ways than one to feel the soft sense of wool when everyone had to go through the same thing as to sleep on the hard dry floor.

He's a prince that was dubbed to have special treatment wherever he goes. In training? Go easy on him. When dinner comes? Cut his steak to even amounts. When camping? Make sure he has his own tent. Even at the fall, the soldiers insisted on giving him their share of rations when they were hungry themselves.

After that he quickly learned how to take an equal footing as everyone else. He never wants anyone to think more of him because of his title.

At times like those, it's almost insulting to think of such things when everyone has equal chance of dying.

Even so, he dose tries to eat more then for his liking. He knows that with the amount of food that he consumes everyday will not give him much energy if he keeps up with the smell of game and warm bread enveloping the air so much that it makes him sick. He rather not have the smell of food affecting his battling against Risen.

A note to that is that the Risen are almost completely gone surprisingly. Their were still some around but not as much as he expected like in the future. There were so few of them that he only saw three of them ever since he gotten here, one when he was near the river and a duo that was at the edge of a village that tried to pay him for getting rid of them but refused because he didn't even know there was a reward for taking out the Risen (much to the mayor's dismay).

But as peaceful as it may be to Risen, this timeline still has threats of thieves, bandits, and most importantly Walhart.

As the days go by and the nights steal away he count the number of dangers and progress of Walhart and his army. The once still shadows of the forest became linked with movement of people trying to either have his head or his supplies in their pockets to live on.

Now one thing that he inherited from his father was that he could tell when someone is a good or bad person by a glance. All he has to do is get at least a glimpse of the other person's eyes to see if they hold fear of living another day or the joy of the sight of blood.

Now that he thinks about it, maybe that's why father joined the Shepherds when Balilso told him to join Uncle Chrom's small army.

And thank Naga he did because he rather have his existence be noticed thank you very much.

So yes, Valm is completely free from most of the Risen that pledged his homeland only to have that threat replaced by humans.

Not that he doesn't see the good in riding this world of those that had the same purpose as the undead, but it felt...wrong? Right? He can not say because it's been so long since he cut down human flesh. The only time he really have done that was when the followers of Grima tried to take them all down so that Grima would not have to waste its time on getting rid of them once and for all.

Predictably they won but it was wobbly on how his friends fired on seeing blood on their weapons. Some like Cynthia and Noire were horrified and hid themselves from the others as soon as the camp was set up. Others like Gerome and Inigo were immune to it as they have fought other like this and had themselves comforting many of them. Nah and Yarne were washing themselves of blood and were rubbing so hard that their skin was red when they came out of the bath house. Poor Nah had bitten someone as well and was chugging the water they had down to wash the taste of blood. But most of them were just empty from it all. It wasn't that they didn't feel regret from killing them…..no. It was more of that they have been through so much that they couldn't help but think that what was done was done. When they chose to follow the monster that killed this world then they have already marked their fates.

That just what it is.

Nothing more……

Just……

Nothing…….

Nothing at all…….

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The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

-Charles Dickens

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Time went on and he knows for a fact that it might be safe to finally meet the Shepherds.

Walhart had officially attacked all of Ferox and in turn attacked Ylisse. And with that you could guess that the Shepherds were all called in with an army of both Ferox and Ylisse.

Does that mean he could join his parents if they are coming over to Valm?

No… he needs to become stronger than he is right now to join his mother and father, right by their side!

So thats why…..

"Ack!"

...he's in the woods looking for the legendary blade of Mystletainn an ancient regalia bland from Jugdral that was said to be resting in the Sage's Hamlet. A blade that strong will surely help him become the perfect warrior to defeat the fallen. Staying an hour more than he's used to in the tavern was totally worth it if he was able to hear such lashes tale!

But even so….

"There's nothing but silk and echoes in these baren hallows!"

Spitting out some of the spiders web that he got in his mouth, Owain bleached at the idea of eating a spider before wiping his tongue with the back of his hand. Groaning he sidestepped the spider's ruined home before going deeper into the woods.

He was annoyed beyond belief. First of all, every since he heard of the tale everything just went downhill from there. The shops were short in supplies so he only gotten the last vaulanbery before closing time and ended up breaking that bottle alongside some of the others in his bag. Next the woods had hardly any game for him to hunt making him eat his last bit of potatoes before he gotten attacked again from some ruffians that were demanding that he hands over his valuables. So when he finally made it to the Sage's Hamlet he was tired and frustrated when he found that no one was awake after night time. So not only did he eat a proper meal but he had still very short ends of his supplies hanging over him. And those sages! Don't get him started when he asked if they ever heard of the ancient regalia blade because it was frustrating when they ignore him or just scoff at him!

No one but his friends can do that! No one!

Ok ok maybe they had a reason to with the way he spoke but did sages of all people had to scoff at him!

So here he was, wandering in the woods, trying to find the blade that he oh so dearly wishes for.

Seeing that the trees in front of him were less dense and was coming to a small clearing he hummed his satisfaction before breaking through the trees to the sunlight hitting his eyes. Stretching out he took in his surroundings to see that he was on top of a cliff. The cliff itself wasn't all the height and gave him a sense that he could manage to jump off without hurting himself. He was surprisingly felaxable, something that his parents found out the hard way.

Below the cliff he could see the Sage;s Hamlet not to far from where he was with the forest surrounding half of the village before clearing it off to the plain lands. A path road was made underneath the cliff as well as it curved and stretch along the rocky walls before darting into the safety of the forest to get to the Hamlet.

Seeing the sun was no longer above his head he huffed a bit before calling it a day so he could get some much needed rest. Not everyone could go on without having at least a homemade meal once in awhile. Knowing that he might not get any of Ylisse or Chon'sin specialties, his mouth still watered for a warm meal. He wonders what type of food they have here?

Lost in thought he didn't see the suspicious looking group below till he heard a cry.

"Please let me go!"

Ears perking up from the sound of distress, he immediately crashed down to the ground as he peeked over the cliff to see what was going on. In his line of sight he could see a group of Ruffians. There were some Swords Masters, dressed in the traditionally Chon'sin way with a rugged edge to their look, Berserkers, bones of their prey hanging on them, Dake Mages, dark amounts of magic reminating from them, and Thieves, their faces covered in shadows from their clocks. One thief choose not to use the scarf mask that the others cover themselves in. His face was pointy, long thin noise that angled across his face, a sharp chin, hair on either side of his mouth in a sharp point with another triangle of hair under his mouth. Hair that was so dirty that it was a hideous green that made even Owain cringe as he himself brush his own dark locks.

The pointy face man had an ugly grin on his rather naturally sharp features as he called out to someone in front of his and it was not the two Berserkers that were standing in the man's point of view.

"Oi! I make the rules here! What makes you think you have the power to say what we can or can't do?"

Sandwiched in between the two, a woman, no, a maiden cowered in fear as the man drew ever so closer to her. "I'm-m sor-rry. Pl-please…"

Something dangerous crossed the man's eyes as he fingered his coat to pull out a hunting knife out of his pockets. Whimpering the woman tried to back away from the shiny metal only to be stopped by the two Berserkers that each grabbed a hold of her arms. Watching this play the mans mouth twisted into a sinister smirk before roughly grabbing the woman's chin in his hands before dragging the blade across her throat.

"All right woman," he all but purred as his voice suddenly become more demanding. "Speak! Where'd ya put the treasurer!"

The maiden tried to hold back her sobs when she answered, "I've never heard of no treasure here! Honest I've haven't!"

The man paused for a bit, staring at her for a few moments before his mouth performed a perfect 'oh'. Drawing both his hands he took a step back as he examined the maiden again before a wicked smile enrose. "Then I guess we're done here. Boy's kill her."

With that he turned to leave with the rest of the group at his tail but for the two Berserkers.

"Aye boss!"

The maiden screamed, knowing that her end was sure to come as one of the Berserkers that had a hold of her released her arm as to strike her with the steel axe on hand. She closed her eyes as she waited for the sound of her own body get chopped on the hands on those that kidnapped her from her home.

Yet the sound of steel never hit flesh but another metal itself.

Daring a great feat, Owain was under the axe with his own Killing Edge deflecting the burut force of the Berserker's throwing arm. A war cry ripped out of his throat as used his legs to spring upwards and in turn, pushing the man of bones away with a slash as his chest was barred with blood of his death.

With that he turned around to the only one that was in the way of saving a life. "Haul fiend!"

The only other Berserker left holding the girl only stared at the young man with wide eyes before baring his teeth. "Who the devil are you!"

For some reason it seemed to please the boy as he swooped his right hand over his face to shadow his left side. "One chosen by forces beyond mortal comprehension! See how my sword hand twitches!" He lifted up his left hand with the sword in its grasp. "It hungers ...for justice!"

The Berserker had no anger in his eyes anymore but was all replaced with confusion. The maiden started too wide eye at the dark haired young man but for different reasons.

Seeing how all eyes were on him his ego of words continued. "Leave now if you value life and limb, for I can not stay the hungry hand!"

The Berserker could feel his left eye twitch.

"This guy's got rocks in his head…"

Shifting his tight grasp on the girl to his axe that was hanging on his leather belt he shifted his balance to the right side of his body as he lazily started at Owain. "All right then, boy. Guess you're the first to-"

Whatever the man was trying to say was lost in his own voice of agony as he too fell down from the force of a sword piercing through his body as he took his last breath.

Staring at the man he only could turn away to help the maiden whose feet could no longer hold her up any longer of the shock of the many events that happened that day.

It took the maiden a moment to realize that that the man that saved her was holding out his hand for her to grasp. Shakingly laughing, she grabbed a hold of his hand as he helped her up with no difficulty whats so ever. Twisting her hands around her skirt she laughed again with less fear as she gazed at her saveur. "Oh, thank the stars! You've saved my life!"

Knowing that he could save a life, even if it wasn't one of the people he holds so dear, he couldn't help but grin that he managed to save at least one person from deaths hands.

"Of course! This hero of justice will always castaway ever shadow in this land!"

The maiden stared blankly at the man, all shakiness gone as she all but stares at him before she gives in to the laughter bubbling in her throat.

Unknowing to them a man with a hair of dark blue and a mark proudly displayed on his shoulder for all to see was staring in disbelief at the two.

"Wait ...that stance…"

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Information given in this story-Lucina, daughter of Robin and Chrom