Owain would always face the unexpected, an ambition that his father passed down to him. If you are to expect the unexpected then you will always be able to stand on your toes without any distractions from the enemy.
But today it also seemed to apply to his allies.
He honestly didn't expected this. From the many stories that Frederick use to tell him, they weren't even meant to be twenty miles from the Sage's Hamlet. Some part of him still must have dreaded that the past will stay the same, that no one would find him, that he would be stuck here all alone.
That didn't seem to be the case.
After a good laugh with the maiden he saved (Kalia was her name)then telling her to make a run for the next town over for help for her to be safe. He knew that with his skills he could hold the bandits back for awhile but even he couldn't defeat them all by himself. Making sure she stayed on the main road and out of the forest was when he started to make haste for the Hamlet.
Running and sprinting through the forest he saw evidence that the bandits were close. Foot prints, broken branches, animal fur; they were all signs that he saw while running.
Before long, the clues were no longer needed with the voice that carried out.
"All right boys! Search this village clean from any thing you can find! Take all the gold and weapons you can find! Burn the buildings! Destroy this town if you have to! Just find that treasure!"
When he exited out of the forest a sight greeted him.
Buildings were stashed and struck, doors unwillingly opened with brute force leaving broken pieces of driftwood behind. Broken glass littered the floor, shops were torn apart with their merch in pieces or left on the ground. Farm animals were killed, bodies on the floor with some still alive and running deeper into the forest, deeper to their deaths with the wild animals ready for a midday snack. The villages sages were nowhere to be found but he could hear them, desperate for help as the screams of fear came from the villagers, echoing through the wind.
In the middle of it all he could recognize the man that was threatening Kalia. A hand on his sword and another with a torch lit by fire, illuminating his face with an eerie look even when it was midday.
"Hurry up you slobs! Get me the treasurer or the next person I see will be cut down by my sword!"
Owain was mad, very mad at this man who let his own greed consume him as the promise of treasure outweigh the loss of a life. Who was this man to do such a thing, all for a simple sample of gold!
"Halt and say your prayers to your end!"
Confused more than he was afraid, the man turned around to see Owain posing, hand over his eye, keen bent battle stance, sword pointed at his heart. Truthful he might have been more frightened if this didn't make him want to laugh at this young man's act.
Holding down his howl of laughter and confusion he lazily tilted his head with a small bits of amusement on his face. "Who the hell are you? Did one of them Sgae's sent you as a sacrifice?"
Owain ignored him. "I am the wolf who howls for justice! The eagle who cries for love! A chosen warrior come from the future to bring hope to a dying world…"
His eyes never left that of the man as he straightened his back with a readjusting his grip on his hand. Loud, he has to loud and proud of the name that was given to him. A name that his parents had chosen for him.
"I am Owain! Now, atone for your deeds in the eternal hellfire of perdition!"
He ran, his feet push back on the ground to give him an extra speed boost. He watched as the expression on the man's face slowly become that of fear and surprised as his blade became ever so closer to his chest. Twisting his wrist so that the blade was hovering a little from the targeted spot, he yelled. "RADIANT...DAAAAAAWN!"
The man's face was that of pure shock, a boy who was simply making himself look like a fool was now in front of him, a dangerous glint in his eyes, sword ready to take his life with his own hands. It happened fast, to fast as the half-made attempt to raise his own blade in order to defend himself was too late for him to save his own life. All he could do was wait and watch as the blade came to end his life.
And then it happened.
His hand twiched.
So sudden and fast that his whole hand was thrown off course, the blade pointing to the right as the handle of his sword hit the thieve's shoulder. The man yelled, pushed back from the force of Owain's punch (push?) with his feet carrying him away from the dark haired boy, trying not to trip. Finally catching himself he stepped back some more, worried and far more than just a little confused as to what had just happened. Just seconds ago he was sure he had made his way to death's door. So what it Naga's name had stopped that from happening?
Owain on the other hand was standing there trying to still his left hand with his right as it kept on twitching. "Blast you, sword hand! Now's no time for games!" Busy with his own dilemma he did not see how the man was slowly gripping his sword with a secret promise, how the bandits in the area had stopped to see what was going on just to see him battling his own hand, how from the forest behind him the man dressed in blue had his traveling party next to his as they all but watch him.
When his hand had stopped from twitching he huffed before looked back at the thief that still had a look of bewilderment. "You've escaped fate this time, rogue, but remember—justice always prevails!" his hand twiched again. "Gah! Stop that sword hand!"
The thief starred.
The group of bandits starred.
The man in blue starred.
His party also starred.
"Wow," a girl with blonde pigtails spoke, breaking the silence the rest of her comrades had entered. "That guy's really weird."
More than a few of her party members slapped their hands onto their faces, knowing exactly who that 'guy' way.
The thief had just about enough and finally let loose the laugh that he tried so hard to stop. "Gahar har har! I KNEW there were rocks in your head! Gahar har har ha!"
Seeing that their boss was still alive and kicking, the bandits all laughed along with him. Half of them not understanding why they were laughing in the first place while half of them were laughing by the crazy events that had come to play.
Owain was all but more than just a little mortified.
Wiping a tear from his eyes from the extreme laughter he fought so hard to control the leader gasped once more before clapping his hands with a cackle. "Look lively, boys! Ignore the dolt and find us that treasure! Pinch everything that shines, and make for the hills!"
This was rewarded by cheers from his men as they all scattered away from the boy and deeper into the Hamlet, dubbing the boy not a threat.
"Oh no you don't," Owain muttered silently. With a run, he made a stab at one of the bandits that had their backs turned at him, crying out as the blade ended their foolish life. Some saw this and growled at the boy, weapons at the ready but all Owain was looking at was the thief that thought less of him. "Not today, ne'er-do-wells! The legendary blade Mystletainn is fated for my twitching hand alone!"
The thief sneered at him before running away to find the treasure.
Owain gave chase to kill the man and find the legendary blade, killing those that tried to stop him from going after their boss.
The only ones left are the few bodies that Owain had killed from standing in his way with a few bandits and the party in the forest.
The man in blue blinked. "...I am so lost right now. What is he even talking about?"
A girl, similarly dressed with blue as well opened her mouth to speak before closing it with a shake of her head.
A woman with the purest locks of white also looked like she wanted to say something, amusement written all over he face before she shook her head in an attempt to hide her growing smile.
But the boy next to the three all but jumped up and down in excitement, clearly pleased by the show that he was able to witness.
Seeing as no one was ready to give him an answer that man scratched his templates. "...Never mind. Let's just kill the bandits, and I'm sure everything will sort itself out."
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Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase
-Martin Luther King. Jr
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Cutting down another ruffian from using his own blade to do the exact same thing, Owain made a jump to the right as a mage used an Elwind to cut him down with another ruffian coming straight towards him. Grunting, he ducked down as the ruffian stab nothing but air. Rounding his leg, Owain kicked the back of his knees, jumping with a frog leap as the man went down.
He wasted no time to kill him with his Killing Edge. In a split second, he relaxed.
Seeing this, the mage made an advance to take his life, hand hovering his tomb as sacred words gather under his lips. Magic pooling in his hand, an ancient circle appears faintly underneath Owain as he released the cost of his mistake.
The mage's eyes were filled with a sadic pleasure as he was going to be the one to end the young Myrmidon's life.
He raised his hand, ready to finish it all with one word, one calling so he many see the blood of his-
A sword cut the mage's hand. Screaming as blood gushed out onto the tomb that fell out of his grip. His life was short lived as the same sword finished the job.
Owain frozen, eyes on the sword that he all but recognized. A swords of gold and silver. A tear shaped drop that he all but seen for his whole life. A soft but yet strong leather brown handle that he once felt on his own figure tips.
"Can I hold it Uncle? Can I, can I?"
"Owain, this sword is very precious to our family. I can't just give it to you so lightly. Those chosen in our family can wield Falchion."
"Then I'll be a chosen one! You'll see! One day I'll be strong enough to wield it to protect mother and father!"
"Hahaha. I think you already have the mindset to be able to hold Falchion Owain. Maybe one day you might see if your fit for this sword."
"Really?! Then that settles it, I'll train every day with father so I might use Falchion. Uncle Chrom, I want you to see me do it."
"Don't worry Owain. I'll make sure I get to see you pass the test that Falchion made. I can't wait for it."
"Uncle," he all but whispered, scared that this was all but an illusion that his mind made up.
The man, Chrom, flicked his sword from a few drops of blood before turning to Owain with a sheepish look. "Um, sorry to interrupt your...conversation? But I have a question about your stance," he stated, face turning to seriousness and curiosity. "You've crafted your own style around it, but it's clearly from the royal house of Ylisse. Tell me where did you learn to fight like that."
'By the gods-' "-old and new! Another future traveler?! And yet, impossible, for I saw none like him in the light…" Both from being scared from this man and wearry that he was going truly insane he stepped back a step. "Who are you, villain?! Speak now!"
All seriousness and curiosity gone, Chrom only gave him a look. "Um, I'm Chrom. ...Of Ylisse? I have no quarrel with you." Seeing that this might end up bad if this young man wasn't a foe he ready a stance. "But if we must fight, then—"
"Chrom!"
Pausing from the urgency from the voice, he hesitated a moment at Owain before letting his eyes look back. "Lissa, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Lon'qu?"
Lissa, hands occupied with an axe glared at her brother. "Shouldn't you be with Robin? You left her by herself back there you know! When she saw us walking by she told us to go up ahead to see if you were fine." She looked at him from head to toe. "But I guess she had nothing to worry about, your always fine."
"Yes yes I'm fine, I'm fine. But where is Lon'qu? Don't tell me he left you by yourself! You shouldn't be out by yourself."
"Honestly Chrom," Lissa all but rolled her eyes. "I lived and fought through a war and I'm still called delicate."
He huffed. "Just because you can ride a Pegasus doesn't mean you won't get hit. I think I might have a talk with Lon'qu about this."
"You two are always the same! 'It's to dangerous Lissa.' 'You'll get hurt Lissa." Swinging her axe like she was trying to prove a point she rested it on her shoulders. "Besides, what about Robin? Surely you're not going to ignore the fact that she just had-"
"UNCLE CHROM?! MOTHER?!"
Startled by the shout, both siblings jumped. One with his sword in front of him while the other had her axe held like a shield.
In the midst of their fighting, Owain had finally found his strength back as he was now in front of them. How he had gotten so close to them without either of them knowing they will never know, or won't learn till later on.
"Mother! Is it truly you and not a fantasy my heart yearns for? Is this truly you bruvver?"
"Hu-what?!"
"...Uncle?"
"Yes!" At this point, he was jumping on the tip of his toes, excitement building inside of him. He opened his mouth to say something when he stopped with a face of panic as he waved his hands in front of him. "Wait wait wait wait! Let me start over."
Coughing over his fist he got on one knee and pulled on one of his mother's hands until it was safely in front of him. "O blessed Mother, scion of the great hero. I have crossed oceans of time to find-"
"Keep it brief, would you?" Chrom sweatdrop.
Owain dropped his act. "...Oh forget it." looking away from his mother he starred at the Great Lord. "I'm Lissa's kid from the future! And," he looked away from his Uncle back to his Mother. "I'm your kid from the future."
Liss eyes widen a bit. "You mean like Lucina!"
"Cousin is here?!" Owain eyes brighten.
"Yes, my...daughter is here somewhere in the battle field," Chrom said as he scratched the back of his neck in bashfulness. "I would ask if you came with Lucian but you obviously must have if you knew about her."
He laughed joyous. "Yes, if this ring that my Mother gave me wasn't proof enough," tilting the hand that held Lissa's to show a band of gold, "then I do have another way to show that I truly am part of the bloodline."
While Chrom just laughed, Lissa paused. Bloodline...from the way he said it...it was almost like he had a-
"By the way," Chrom unknowing interrupted his sisters thoughts. "Can you fight? Or do you just talk a lot?"
"By why of course! My mettle in combat is the stuff of legend! Bards sing tales of my-"
"Owain!"
For the multiply time that day he froze, but not out of shock of joy or anger.
He was frozen in fear.
Only one thought came to mind, a thought that he unknowing repeated three years ago.
He almost ignored Severa. Something that no one should ever do.
Scrambling to back away from the maiden by letting go of his Mother's hand, he only went so far before a pair of hands grab the front of his shirt and pulled them near the owners face.
Fearfully vibrant emerald eyes meet angered filled crimson eyes.
He wanted to say sorry, he wanted to cry out that he was lonely, he wanted to ask how she was here, he wanted to hug her and say that he missed her so so very much….
Yet his fear took complete and total control.
Before his mind work again, he was roughly shaken before being yelled at. "What were you thinking! Going on and take on 30 bandits! Do you have a death wish? Do you truly want to die that badly?!"
He squeaked along with an attempt to escape as he tried to loosen Severa's grip on him. "N-no! I wasn't trying to-"
"Then you should have be a good little princeling and stayed put! But noooooooooo! You had to get into trouble the moment we found you!"
Now before he was afraid, but now he was utterly and positively terrified. While he never did think that when he ever meet Severa again things would go smoothly, heck he knew that she was going to scrowll at him or even ignore him. He did not expect to be yelled at with such anger though.
But….even with the battle around them, his Uncle and Mother looking just as terrified as he felt over the display they were making, with Severa looking close enough to kill him….
He couldn't help but laugh, knowing that things will finally turn for the better. He know had his family all together again.
A few seconds after he burst out laughing, he was earned by a punch on the head by Severa with a new found anger as he laughed at her.
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Information given:
-Morgan, found in the lost runes of time, claimed to be the son of Robin, thus the son of Chrom and brother of Lucina