Note: This story will have scenes involving issues such as transphobia, dysphoria, and other issues that may be uncomfortable to read. Please be careful when reading.
Year 1873, March 5,
Everything around her was dark. She struggled to open her eyes, weak and out of energy.
"…Chrom, we have to do something."
Huh? Who was that? Their voice was light, and worried-sounding.
"What do you propose we do?"
That was someone else's voice. Deeper than the other. Calmer than the other voice, too, yet still concerned.
"I don't know!" the first voice said.
She opened both her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a boy on her left, a girl on her right, and the blue sky above. The two of them gasped as they noticed her, bending forward as they gave her a pair of smiles.
"I see you're awake now," the boy said. He was tall, with blue, somewhat wild and spiky hair that poked up just a little. His eyes were blue and deep, and pretty too, like his face. The shirt he wore only had one sleeve, covering his left arm which had silver-looking shoulder armor and a white cape on top.
"Hey there!" the girl said, giggling at her as her smile grew brighter. She was shorter than the boy, and was pretty, like him. Very pretty, with two blonde pigtails that curved up and down and were loose and free. Her eyes were blue, too, but much lighter than the boy's. Like the sky's blue.
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know," the boy said. "Gimme your hand."
He reached down for her with his right hand, and she grabbed it, letting him pull her upwards. She stumbled as he lifted her up, collapsing back down to the grass before he caught her.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, gently putting his other hand on her shoulder.
"Umm, yeah, uh-huh..." she said as she planted her foot on the ground. She brought her hand to her chin, hearing her own voice for the first time. Light and soft-sounding, very light. Lighter than their voices.
Making sure she wouldn't fall back down, she held his hand tighter as he lifted her up again. As he pulled her up, she saw the grey mark that faintly showed itself on his shoulder. It looked like a flame on top of something to her, like a stand or a candle but… different. What was the word? Pedestal?
"What were you doing lying on the ground like that?" the girl asked.
"...The ground?" she echoed, looking around her. They were next to a brown dirt road, and right behind her was a single lone tree surrounded by a large stretch of green grass as far as she could see.
"Are you lost?" the boy said. "You seem really confused right now. What's your name?"
"...My name?" She put a hand on her head, patting it twice as she tried to answer his question, only to come up empty. "I don't know."
"Huh? You don't know?" the girl said, looking at her confused.
She shook her head left and right. "Nuh-uh."
"What about where you're from? Or what's your job?" the boy said. "You can't really go around places if you don't even know yourself. I wanna help."
"...I'm sorry," she said, taking a slow breath to try to think. Each question felt like a hundred at the moment, and it was taking a lot to answer just one.
"Hmm, I think I've heard about this before…" the girl said, pressing down on her cheek with her finger. "I'm sure there was something about people forgetting their memories in my books. I read about it like, yesterday."
"Well, we can worry about that later," the boy said. "For now, let's take her with us. We can sort things out when we have the chance."
"And you'd do this without speaking with me first, Milord?"
A brown haired man walked up from behind the boy, so tall that he easily towered over her. He looked down at the girl and furrowed his eyebrows, glaring in annoyance.
"Who is this?" he asked. "And why did you two run off towards her?"
"Liz and I are trying to find that out right now, Frederick," the boy answered.
Oh, then the names of him and the other girl were Milord and Liz, right? The girl thought.
"You see, she doesn't remember a single thing about herself," Milord continued. "She's lost her memory and we don't know why."
"A person with no memory of herself?" The brown-haired man raised his eyebrow. "Frankly, I find that rather hard to believe. It sounds like an ideal excuse for a thief or a spy. And in times like this, you know that we cannot take risks.
"Yeah, but we can't just leave her here, Freddy," the girl—Liz—said. She stepped in front of the girl and turned to Frederick. "Today's my first real mission, too! Are you going to tell me we're just here to get bit by mosquitos and not help people?"
"She's right, Freddy," Milord said. "We can't just leave her here, alone and confused. What sort of Shepherds would we be then?"
"Just the same," Frederick said. "It would not do to let a wolf into our flock."
"Yeah, but, I like wolves," Milord said, raising his finger at him. "Wolves are cool."
Frederick lowered his eyes, huffing through his nose. "You don't plan on listening to me, do you?"
"You've been out ruled three to one." Liz raised her hands over her head and flashed two V-signs. "Deal with it."
The girl behind Liz stepped forward, peeking her head around Liz's arm. "Three?"
Liz turned her head back to her. "You of course. Don't you wanna come with us?"
The nameless girl widened her eyes, pointing to herself. "Me?"
The blonde girl snickered, smiling much more warmly. "I just said you, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you should come with us. We'd be a lot better off in town than on the road," Milord added.
The girl stepped back, looking up at the boy and the girl as she brought her hands to her chest, slowly nodding her head.
"Alright, then it's settled. Let's head out," Milord said, gesturing for everyone to follow.
Liz and Freddy followed behind him as they went down the road, and the nameless girl nodded her head and did the same.
A nearby town popped up within minutes of travelling. As they reached there, however, they noticed a rising smokestack from behind the wall.
"Hang on everyone…" Milord stopped them all with his hand, looking up at the smoke clouds. as a boy suddenly rushed out of the gates, carrying a green bronze sword in his hand.
"Scuse' me sirs, ma'ams!" he called out, holding onto the pot he stuck on his head. "Name's Donny, and bandits are comin' after our town! We need help!"
"Again? Damn it!" Milord said. He looked at Freddy as he drew the long, thin sword from its resting place at his side. "That's our cue! Come on!"
Freddy reached backwards, grabbing the spear resting on his back and keeping it at the ready. "Ready as always."
Milord nodded as he ordered everyone to follow him into the town. The other four sprinted ahead as the girl listened to his command, following right behind.
The five of them arrived to find the village in chaos. Many of the shops and stalls in the city had their windows broken, and some were even set on fire, raided of everything the bandits could get their hands on.
"Alright, listen up," Milord said. "Frederick, look for citizens and keep them away from danger. Take out any bandit that comes near or tries to escape. Liz goes with you, she needs to be there if someone gets hurt. I'll keep an eye on these two while I go straight for their leader."
"Right!" Liz exclaimed.
"Understood," Frederick said. The pair headed off towards the left, leaving the three of them to make their way towards the centre of the city.
"You two, can either of you fight?" Milord asked the pair behind him just before they crossed a bridge built over a waterway splitting the city. "I see you have a sword with you," he said, looking to Donny.
"Well, I learned whatever I could from my dad." The boy took the pot off his head and held it like a shield as he swung his sword. "If it's okay with you, sir, I'd like to fight alongside you."
"And what about you?" he asked the girl. "Do you have a weapon you can fight with?"
"A weapon?" the girl said, looking down at her clothes. She dug her hand into the black cloak she wore and rummaged through the pockets, pulling out the first thing she found. It was a small, golden dagger, fitting perfectly in her own small hand. As she held onto it,a gentle, lingering warmth washed over her all of the sudden. She couldn't help but want to cling to it.
"That sure is a mighty fine dagger you got there!" the boy said. He eyed her dagger, giving her a smile which practically beamed.
The girl turned her head to him, furrowing her brows as she nodded. "You think so, too?"
"It sure is!" he said. "You don't think I can see it after we're done, do you? It looks beautiful!"
After a moment, she nodded her head again in agreement. "If you think so, sure," she said, finding a smile forming on her lips. Whoever this Donny was, he seemed nice. Just like Milord and Liz.
"It's a cool dagger, but I'm not sure if you'll be able to handle this with just that," Milord said. "Do you have anything else?"
"Umm," she said as she ruffled through another pocket. She pulled out a thin book with a yellow cover and a lighter-colored, jagged symbol in the middle that looked like a Z turned on its side.
"Sweet!" the boy said, pumping his fist. "You got yourself a magic tome, too! You sure are lucky!"
"A magic tome?" she asked.
"Don't you know what it is?" he said. "That's a book that'll let you shoot magic from it! Do you know how to use it, at least?"
"I don't know, maybe?" She shrugged, tilting her head. "What's magic?"
"You don't know what magic is?" Milord gave her a confused look. "Maybe you should stay a safe distance away from the fight then. As for you Donny, you're with me. Make sure not to kill anyone, and watch your surroundings both of you."
"Alright, sir!" Donny nodded, and the trio ran ahead, crossing the bridge as they made their way to the center of the city. It was there where the smoke rose from as a big, burly man torched the building in the middle, shouting orders to the others around him.
The man took notice of them, sneering as he hoisted his axe over his shoulders. "Looks like we got some heads to roll! Get the man and his children!"
"What the— They're like the same age as me!" Milord grit his teeth, charging in with Donny as three bandits came at them. But they were no match for the two boys. Milord ducked underneath the first swing thrown at him, slamming the back of his sword into the bandit's head. Donny blocked the sword of another bandit with his pot, shoving it out of the way as he stabbed him in the arm. The two continued to work together, finishing off the bandits as quickly as the fight started.
"Wow," the girl said as she watched them fight. They knew what they were doing, especially Milord.
Milord and Donny confronted the big bandit that led the others, with the girl following behind like she was told to.
"You there, you're the leader, aren't you? Why have you come to this village?" Milord said to him.
The bandit leader sneered at Chrom, taking a step closer. "Oh you know, I'm just here to spread the good word of Naga! Have you come for a sermon about her teachings?"
He let out a loud laugh as he heaved his heavy axe effortlessly over his head and into his hands. "I'm a fucking bandit. What else could I possibly be here for?"
"Well your days of spreading the good word are over now," Milord remarked. "My friends are clearing out the rest of your bandits as we speak. Just give up now, and this can be over without another fight."
"Nah, I think I'll just save me some trouble and smash your skulls open." The man brought his axe down into the ground, cracking the stone under his feet. "Name's Garrick! Remember it when my axe goes through your skull!"
Garrick lifted his axe up, sprinting straight towards them with a sadistic grin.
"Donny! Get ready!" Milord said, charging back at the bandit. He clashed his sword against the blade of the bandit's axe, fighting against it. But the bandit drove his axe downwards with all his might and broke through the clash. He stepped forward as his axe hit the ground, slamming Milord in the chest, knocking the wind out of him as he lifted the axe back up. As Milord collapsed to the ground, the bandit sweeped his axe right before Donny could strike, slamming his pot out of his hand just as the boy dodged out of the way.
"Gotcha now!" The bandit rammed Donny's head with the end of his axe, thrusting it down into his stomach and shoving him to the ground.
"No!" the girl shouted as the bandit flipped his axe back on its head, raising it as he walked towards Donny. Glancing down at her dagger, the girl flipped it around and held it tight, sprinting at him without another thought.
"Say your prayers to Naga, farm boy!" the bandit shouted, but the girl stopped him just before he swung down as she sliced him across the cheek. She shouted as she drove the attack all the way through, making the bandit howl in pain as he let go of his axe.
"Dammit!" The bandit clutched his cheek as he reeled backwards, glaring at the girl with the eyes of a frenzied wolf. He struck her in the head with his fist, yanking her by the hand. Ripping the dagger out of her fingers, he locked her arms behind her back, binding her in a fierce grip. The girl screamed as the man squeezed down on her, crushing her chest as he raised her up into the air.
"Next time I'll make sure not to ignore someone who looks so weak! Time to pray to the gods, kid!" The man lifted her higher into the air, clutching down on her sides as if she were a hammer to smash the ground. She kicked and flailed around, trying to strike back at him in vain.
"Helllp!" she shouted, closing her eyes in fear. "Someone help! Help-help-help!"
Suddenly a quick, sharp zap sounded in her ears, and immediately the bandit dropped her out of his hands. She landed back on the ground, hitting the back of her head which rang alongside the rest of her body. She panted in exhaustion as she rolled the side, lifting her head up as she saw the bandit holding onto his neck as he fumbled backwards.
"Huh?" she let out, looking around the area. Neither Donny nor Milord seemed to have attacked him. What made him stop?
"Goddamn- magic slingin' bastard!" The bandit cursed and shouted as he picked his axe off the ground once again, clutching his neck tighter. "I'll put an end to you first!"
The bandit rushed back in and swung down upon her, but his axe was caught at the shaft before he could finish her off.
"Back off from her!" Donny shouted, blocking the axe with his sword as he stepped in the way. He glared the bandit in the eyes as he struggled against him, putting both hands on the green blade's hilt as he shoved the man back.
"You damn punks are just askin' me to kill ya, aren't ya? I'm more than happy to oblige!"
"Not on my watch!" Milord yelled as he rushed towards him from the side, nearly slashing the bandit across his chest as the man jumped out of the way of the attack.
"Donny! Get her back on her feet while I keep him busy!" he shouted, rushing at the bandit again as he pressed the assault.
Donny reached down, grabbing the girl as he helped her to her feet. "Hey, you're still with us?"
The girl held her knees as she got up, weakly nodding her aching head as she reached up with her right hand and held it. "Uh-huh."
"You struck him something mighty fierce, you know?" he said with a short laugh. "After earlier, I thought maybe you didn't know magic after all, but look at what you're pulling off now. You're really somethin', you know?"
"I am?" she said, panting out another breath. "Wait, magic?"
"Don't you see what's goin' on in your left hand?" he asked.
"Huh— Waah!" One look down at her hand sent the girl falling backwards in a panic. Yellow sparks snapped and crackled around her fingers, popping as they zapped in the air.
"Eeeep! What's this!?" she shrieked at it, grabbing her arm and shaking it up and down frantically. "It's not coming off!"
"Hehe! Relax!" Donny smiled as he gently grabbed her wrist, lowering it back down to her eye level. "It can't harm you the way it is right now, but it can bite your enemies. This is thunder magic, see?"
"Thunder magic?" the girl said.
"Well it's lightning, really. I just know people call it thunder magic," he said, letting go of her. "Do you think you can use it again?"
"Can I?"
The instant she asked the question, the sparks flared up, swirling around more fervently. Looking at the magic in her hands, Donny furrowed his eyebrows and nodded his head.
"I'm sure you can," he said, patting her on the shoulder as he got off the ground. "Come on, get your dagger ready!"
He grabbed his sword and ran back towards Milord. Picking up her dagger, the girl followed after him, her eyes locked on the magic in her hands the whole time.
They caught up to Milord to see him fighting off the bandit, jumping out of the way of a slash before blocking another.
"Are you guys done?" he asked, looking back. "Let's finish him off! Donny, help me out here while she fires another thunderbolt!"
"Right on!" Donny said, turning to the girl. "You got this. Just zap him again with that magic of yours!" With that, he joined the fight again, helping Milord push the bandit back.
The girl lifted her hand, staring at the crackling sparks around it. She was supposed to fire another one, but how did she even do it in the first place? She furrowed her eyebrows, concentrating on trying to figure out what to do. That's when the thunderbolt started to turn spiky and wild, growing sharper and crackling louder the more she focused on it.
As the spell readied itself, Chrom swept his blade upwards and knocked the bandit's axe back, breaking through his guard.
"There! Strike now!"
The girl raised her arm, grabbing her wrist as she kept it steady and stretched her palm out. "Thunder!" she called out as if it was her nature, and the lightning spell bolted out of her hands, shooting straight through the air. Donny and Milord jumped out of the way as the thunderbolt rushed past them and electrocuted the bandit in the chest. The man screamed as the thunderbolt fried through his clothes and shocked his body, collapsing to his knees.
"Damn, bastards…" The bandit fell to the ground, falling unconscious shortly after.
"Great! Looks like we're done," Milord said, looking around the town. "Things are starting to finally quiet down. I hope Freddy's finished on his end."
"Thank gods that's over!" Donny said. "So, uhh, what are we gonna do with this guy here?"
"When Frederick gets here, we'll probably hand him and the other bandits to whoever's in charge. He's the one that usually handles this sort of stuff. Until then though…" Milord sat himself down on the floor as he rubbed his chest, yawning into the air. "I guess we can just wait here for now."
"If you say so, sir," Donny said, sitting down next to him. He wiped his brow, flicking the sweat off of himself. "Wooh. Sure am tired, though. I wanted to fight but I didn't think I'd be going up against their leader of all people!"
"But hey, you did pretty well out here," Milord said. "Was this a first battle for either of you?"
"You're right about that, at least with me," Donny said. "I haven't so much as fought anything but some training dummies and a couple of wild boars. But my dad left me with plenty of training before he died. I wanna be just like him, you see? Fighting like this to protect people from danger? That's my dream!"
"You're dream, huh? Looks like you and me have the same exact dream then," Milord said. "I started this group with my friends so we could go out and help anyone who needs it. We called it the Shepherds."
"Really? Just like a mercenary group?"
"Uhh, not exactly." Milord lifted his hand. "We don't take contracts and we kinda do things for free. But we do accept whatever people are willing to give us, and everyone still gets paid because we work under the Exalt."
"Wait, you guys work for the Exalt? Can I join you?!" Donny went starry eyed, clasping his hands together as he leaned in closer and shook them excitedly.
"Hahah, sure! We could always use another friend to fight with!" Milord said, placing both fists upon his sides.
"What about you?" he said, looking up at the girl. "We haven't had the chance to catch up since we first met."
The girl slowly walked over to Milord and Donny, tilting her head in confusion. "What does catching up mean?" she asked them as she sat down, looking down at her hand. The lightning around it faded away, but the feeling lingered. Like the 'magic' was still there.
"You don't know what that means?" He put his finger under his chin. "I guess you could say it means to talk with someone, and 'catch up' on all the things you want to talk about."
"Oh," she said, tilting her head. "I think I get it now. Thank you, Milord."
"Milord?" He lurched his head back, looking down at her with furrowed eyebrows.
"Huh?" Donny added.
"Umm, yeah?" The girl scratched her cheek with the side of her finger, poking the "Isn't that your name?"
"Wait wha—" Milord grasped his face, lifting his head upwards. "Pfft! Hahaha!" He brought his hand higher and held onto it, laughing wholeheartedly.
"Your name is Mil… No, no way." Donny pinched his nose, muffling the chuckle leaving him with his hand. "That's not right is it?"
"Oh gods, no!" The blue-haired boy laughed out. "No-no! My name's not that!"
"Oh, sorry…" the girl retreated into her jacket, pulling her hood over her head as she looked down at her feet.
"Don't be, that was great!" the boy said, letting go of his head. "Listen, my real name is Chrom. And the guy who calls me Milord is Frederick, or Freddy as we call him sometimes. He calls me that because it's his job, and he wouldn't really stop even if I asked him to. And believe me, I tried."
"Oh, okay…" She pulled her hood back down and nodded. "Thank you, Mil— I mean, Chrom," she said, nodding her head one more time.
Chrom. That was his name. She would make sure to remember it from now on. She smiled, nodding her head one last time.
"So, did you remember anything about yourself yet?" Chrom asked.
Her smile faded away as she tried to think. "No, still nothing."
"Wait, hang on," Donny asked, raising his hand. "You said she doesn't remember anything?"
The girl shook her head. "Nuh-uh."
"She doesn't seem to remember anything at all," Chrom said. "Not even her own name."
Donny crossed his arms. "Well, you gotta have a name, right? Or something to call yourself by. What are you gonna do?"
"I'm not sure." The girl slowly dipped her head and brought it back up. "I don't know what my name is. Or who I am. Or what I'm doing. Sorry."
"Huh, that sure does sound like a real problem." Donny scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sorry for you."
Crossing his arms and pressing his hands upon his forehead, Chrom paused for a moment before suddenly shooting his finger up over his head. "Hey! How about you come with us? We have more than enough space to take you into our home."
"Huh?" The girl jolted backwards. "You want me to come to your home?"
"Yeah! And you could join the Shepherds if you want!" he said. "We basically do stuff like this all the time. And even if you don't actually join us, we can take care of everything you need until you're ready to head out on your own."
"Ah yeah!" Donny said. "You gotta come with us!"
"Ahh, I don't think so!" The girl shook her head quickly, bowing it down. "You don't have to do that for me. I'll be fine!"
"No way," Chrom said, tapping his finger on his elbow. "You're better off with us than going off on your own. Please, we can very well afford to have you with us for a long time. Besides, it wouldn't be good to leave a friend out on her own, would it?"
"A- a friend?" the girl questioned.
"That's what you are, right? You fought at my side for the sake of protecting others. That makes you both friends in my book," he said.
"Really, Chrom sir?" Donny said. "We're your friends now?"
"It's the truth," he said. "Plus, you guys seem really cool."
The girl held her head down. Her cheeks heated up, and her body started feeling tight. "But… we just met." He hardly knew her. She didn't even know herself.
"So?" Chrom said. "I don't think it matters how long we've known each other. What matters is what we do with one another within that time. You threw yourself straight into danger just to protect Donny without a second thought. Shouldn't that be enough for me to know the kind of person you are?"
"I think he's right, you know," Donny said. "I'm not sure how I'd be doing right now if it weren't for you saving me. You were all hero-like when you rescued me, and I can't thank you enough for that."
"A hero?" The girl retreated, drawing her shoulders inward as she hid part of her face within her jacket. "It just felt like what I should do. I don't know if there's anything hero-like about that, though."
"Course there is!" Donny said. "What else would a hero do?"
"Mmhm," Chrom added, nodding in agreement. "And if it really worries you, we'll have plenty of time to become better friends down the line. So what do you say? Would you like to come with us?"
He extended his hand towards her, waiting for her to take it. Looking down at it, the girl slowly loosened her shoulders as she reached forwards, bringing her hand up.
Just before she took it, she looked up at Chrom. "You'd be friends with me?"
"Absolutely," he said, reaching just a little closer. "Come on!"
The girl nodded as she grabbed him by the hand. "Okay… Okay," she said, nodding her head again as she smiled. "Okay!"
"Great!"
Chrom swiftly leaned in and pulled her towards him.
"Woah!" she said as she received a tight hug, her arms wrapping around his. "Myaaa?" she squeaked as shivers passed through her body.
"Can I get a hug?" Donny asked, shuffling his knees closer to them.
Chrom brought his hand out and gestured for him to come. "Get in here!"
"Sweet!" Donny said as he joined right in, scooping his arms around the two of them.
Reflet arched her back as the two of them gave her a warm and sincere hug. Smushed between the two boys, she wiggled around and took an arm out of the hug to avoid being cramped. Looking at the smiles on their faces, a smile cracked through on her own face, bubbling up into a full giggle. "Ehehe! Ehehahaha! Shishihaha!"
The shivers passing through her faded into a light warmth as she giggled even louder, wrapping her arms around Donny as well. "Ehehehe! Ehehehe! What are we doing?"
She pulled away from them, continuing to giggle as she covered her mouth with her hand, smiling happily at the other two.
"Everyone's gonna love meeting you two when we get back home!" Chrom said. "It's gonna be great!"
"If you say so. Sure!"
Chrom pushed down on his knees and got up from the ground. "Alright, I think now is a good time to find Frederick. But we do have one last thing to figure out. What are we gonna do about your name?"
"Oh, right, my name." The girl tilted her head as she put a hand upon her cheek. "I'm not sure. What should we do?"
"Why don't we come up with a name for you, huh?" Donny offered. "Then you'll have a name to call yourself even if you don't figure out your original one!"
"Coming up with my own name? Hmm, I guess that makes sense. Sure let's try it."
"Let's see," the girl said, closing her eyes as she scrambled through her brain for the first name that popped into her head.
"How about Tobin?" she asked. "Uhh, I'm not sure about that one though…"
"Me neither, let's keep looking for something else," Chrom said, putting his finger on his chin. "What about Lysithea? You kind of look like you'd be a Lysithea."
"Hmm, that doesn't feel right, either," she answered.
"What about Xander?" Donny threw in. "Xander would be a cool name for a girl like her, wouldn't you think?"
"True, but that makes me think she's like some kind of prince on horseback when clearly she's more of a tiny mage," Chrom said. "But does she like it is the real question?"
"Nope, not really." She shook her head, rejecting yet another name. "I don't know. I just don't really like any of these. They don't fit me."
"Don't worry your pretty little head none," Donny said. "I'm sure we'll find the perfect name for you."
"P-pretty?!" she squeaked, looking away as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "You think I'm pretty?"
"Huh?" Donny turned his head away from her, looking down as he scratched the scar on his cheek. "Well, yeah, sure you are. Here, lemme see your dagger for a bit."
The girl took out the dagger, giving it to him when he lifted it up and held it to her eyes.
"See your reflection in there? That's whatcha look like!"
"Reflection?" she repeated.
"It's the you in the mirror! Look around and see if you can see what you really look like for yourself!"
Taking the dagger back from him, she held onto both ends and stared into it. In the light of the golden blade, a girl looked back at her. With white, messy hair that went down to her neck and curled here and there and purple eyes, the girl smiled, looking back at her.
"My reflection…" she said, the word echoing in her brain with a beautiful ring to it. "Reflection, Refle… Reflet!"
She wiggled her crossed legs in a fit of excitement, as if something clicked in her brain. "Reflet! I think I know my new name! It's Reflet!"
"Reflet, huh? I like it! It's mighty cute!" Donny said.
"Mmhm! Mmhm!" She wiggled her legs quicker, her smile practically beaming with joy. "Reflet! Like reflection!"
"Heh, I'm glad you picked a name you really like!"
"Yeah! I think it's great, Reflet!" Chrom said.
Frederick approached from across the bridge behind them, calling out to them. "Milord, the other bandits have been taken care of!"
Chrom kept a hand on the ground as he shouted back. "Alright! Be right there!"
"I'll be right back!" he said, raising his finger to them as he got up on his feet.
Donny got up as well and went after him. "I'll follow you!"
Now left alone, she lifted her dagger and stared at the girl in the reflection. "Reflet," she said, giggling as she raised it over her head. "So, I'm Reflet? And that's me…"
The girl in the mirror smiled back. "It's perfect."
She was Reflet.