Lucina could hardly accept the news when she had heard. Robin–her beloved husband–had fallen under Grima's sway. Her father had perished, and the Fire Emblem and most of the gemstones remained with Grima. Her future was quickly coming to pass.

Only, this time, Lucina felt it all the more acutely. The sense of loss and despair was even more personal this time, but she refused to give up. She refused to believe that Robin was gone. She was determined to save both him and the world from Grima's grasp. After all, she wanted her daughter to grow up in a world where she could thrive and with her father.

Morgan was barely a few months old when Lucina determined that she could not wait any longer. She made sure that Morgan would be cared for in her absence and eventually managed to leave in one of the hardest acts of her already hard life.

Traveling alone allowed her to make it to the Dragon's Table relatively unhindered. It seemed that the Risen had not yet become the swarms of the future.

However, even the Dragon's Table seemed eerily unguarded. Lucina had no trouble getting in which worried her, but she refused to stop. She had to find Robin.

And find him she did. He was not hiding. He was just standing there at the back of the main chamber. Lucina approached cautiously, but to no avail.

"He knew you'd come," a twisted version of Robin's voice rung out as Robin's body turned to reveal the glowing red eyes and vicious smirk of Grima, "So predictable."

"I've come to stop you, monster!" Lucina yelled defiantly.

"Oh?" Grima wore a bemused expression, "And how do you plan to do that? With an unawakened Falchion? Or were you hoping to appeal to dear Robin and hope that he could fight big bad Grima?"

Lucina grimaced at those words causing Grima to laugh cruelly as it began moving closer, "You honestly thought he could beat me?" Grima smirked again while channeling fell energy.

Lucina raised Falchion, but it was too late. She saw a flash of purple and then her vision went dark.


Lucina awoke some time later with a splitting headache, but she seemed otherwise okay. Taking in her surroundings, she saw that she was lying on top of a large bed in a dimly lit room. It was fully equipped it seemed with dressers and a basin. It appeared to be a fairly luxurious room.

Working through the pain, she forced herself up and exited the room. She appeared to be in some form of apartment. It looked Plegian. Upon entering the room adjacent to her own, she gasped at the sight of Morgan lying in a crib and Robin's figure standing over it.

"Get away from her!" Lucina rushed to save her daughter.

"Shh, she's sleeping."

Lucina noticed that the voice sounded like Robin's this time, but she still scooped the child up into her arms, "Is that you?"

"I'm so sorry, Lucina," He kept staring into the now empty crib clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white, "I wasn't strong enough."

"Do not blame yourself. I should have been there with you."

"No, then both you and our daughter could have died. At least now, you will survive."

"How?"

Robin finally looked in her direction, but not her eyes, "I bargained for yours and our daughter's safety."

"'Bargained?'" Lucina repeated holding Morgan's head to her shoulder.

"You will get to live, here. Your needs will be provided for."

"Robin, what did you bargain?"

Robin did not answer her though, and kept going, "I'll even be able to visit as myself from time to time."

"Robin!" Lucina said sternly yet quietly with her stomach full of dread as she whispered out her question again, "What did you bargain?"

Robin sighed and still refused to meet her gaze, "My compliance. I agreed not to fight Grima so long as our deal is maintained and you two are safe and cared for."

"Robin! I do not want my life weighed against the world! If you can stop Grima, then you must do all you can!"

"I can't!" Robin finally made eye contact, "I can't beat it. At least this way, you two will be safe."

"Robin, how can I live in luxury when the rest of humanity is dying?"

"I figured you would react this way, but this isn't just your life. Think of our daughter, Lucina. I want her to be able to grow up."

"I-I…" Lucina looked at the sleeping infant in her arms–her precious baby girl–and her resolve melted, "I don't like this."

"I know. Neither do I, but it was all I could do," he looked at both of them sadly, "I'm sorry."

He started to leave but stopped just as he passed Lucina, "What did you name her?"

"Morgan, like we talked about."

Robin smiled faintly and whispered to the sleeping girl, "I'm so sorry, Morgan. This is the best your failure of a father could provide for you, but you'll grow up strong here with your mother. Be strong for her. I love you."

Lucina just stood in place for several minutes before it finally hit her. She had lost. It had all come tumbling down, and yet, she still had Morgan. Lucina watched the sleeping form in her arms. Despite everything, she still had her daughter, and she was determined to do her best for her; especially given the price that had been paid for their safety.

Rocking her daughter gently, Lucina set about to explore the apartment that would be her home for a while.


Lucina dedicated herself to Morgan's upbringing in part to distract her from her situation. While it may have been normal for mothers–especially new mothers–to be especially clingy to their children, Morgan had become Lucina's world.

At first, they got along without much issue. Lucina tended to Morgan's needs and kept herself fit whenever she got a bit of free time. As Robin had promised, supplies were delivered daily, but Robin did not visit. Lucina was not initially too bothered by his absence given what he had done, but as time moved on, she started to miss him. She became less critical of his actions. After all, he was safeguarding her and Morgan. He tried to make the best of a bad situation.

After a few months though, something happened. Among the food and such that they were given, Lucina noticed a new baby garment. That in and of itself was not too strange as they had been provided with clothing for the growing Morgan as well as herself, but they had all been Plegian–though any Grimleal imagery was removed likely due to Robin's insistence. However, the new garment was Ylissean.

She threw it back in the basket in disgust. She did not want to dress her daughter in the spoils of humanity's destruction. There was also a Ylissean style necklace in the batch of supplies which she refused to wear. Did Robin really think she would want that?

It was not a singular event either. The "gifts" kept coming. All of them Ylissean. Eventually Lucina had enough and demanded to see Robin. It took some insisting, but eventually he did come.

"Is something wrong?" Robin asked as soon as he entered the apartment, "You were insistent. Are you or Morgan ill?"

"No," Lucina crossed her arms as she walked to meet her while Morgan continued to crawl around the living area, "I wanted to talk to you about this."

Robin followed her finger to find a pile of things in the corner of the room, "Why are they all piled up there? Did you not like them?"

"I will not have my daughter dressed in the spoils of humanity's destruction!"

Robin tried to hide the sting of her choice of "my" instead of "our" and tried to explain, "These aren't spoils. They're new," Robin pulled a baby garment from the pile, "See, it even has Morgan's name."

"Wha-how did you get this?"

"I was able to convince Grima to spare some artisans and such to provide you and Morgan with at least something of Ylisse."

"They're your prisoners."

"They are well treated."

"That isn't the point!"

"I saved their lives!" Robin's voice actually rose this time, "They would have been slaughtered like the rest of the people. At least now, they can live in relative comfort here in the castle. I don't like it, but I saved their lives. I saved someone."

"Robin…" Lucina's anger faded as she saw just how broken her husband was. He was a man who hated to lose anyone when he felt that he could have–should have–done better. Now, here he was, barely able to save a handful of people and give her and their daughter something to help make their situation a little better.

"Very well, I accept your gifts. It will be nice to have some Ylissean clothes to wear," Her battle gear had been damaged by Grima so she had been wearing Plegian garb for the past few months. She was not a fan.

"Thank you," he smiled softly, but it did not reach his eyes. He was about to go when he noticed Morgan peering at him from behind Lucina's leg. She looked at him curiously before crawling out in front of him and reaching out for him to pick her up.

Robin hesitated, but Lucina motioned for him to go ahead. Robin uneasily held her in front of him. She laughed and played with his nose while giggling causing Robin to smile genuinely this time, but the smile turned sad again and Robin handed her back to her mother. With one last sad smile, Robin left.


After that encounter, Lucina did start accepting the "gifts." From that point on, Morgan was garbed almost exclusively in Ylissean attire, and it was a small comfort to Lucina that a small portion of her culture was still alive in her, her daughter, and those who made those items. Still, she hoped to be able to visit them just to make sure that they were treated well, but for now, that was beyond her ability.

Another problem Lucina faced was the loneliness. While she had become somewhat adjusted to being alone during the two-year peace, she was worried for her daughter. Growing up, she would have no playmates other than her mother. Lucina tried to converse with the servants who brought the supplies, but they seemed mostly afraid of her. They had likely been threatened with severe punishment were anything to happen to her or Morgan, so most probably kept their distance to avoid the risk.

However, Lucina tried not to dwell on it too much. If this was their fate, then she would do her best for her daughter.

One night, Lucina's eyes shot open when she heard the door to her room open. She looked over, but saw no one in the doorway. She moved to get up, but she stopped when she saw Morgan standing at the side of her bed.

"I had a bad dream," Morgan replied softly.

"Oh," Lucina sat up and pulled Morgan up onto her lap, "Is that so? Well, don't you worry about it. Mommy's here."

Morgan leaned into her mother's warm embrace, "Can I stay here tonight?"

"Certainly," Lucina stroked her hair and let Morgan crawl over next to her. The girl quickly burrowed into the bed and soon only her head was visible.

"Comfy?" Morgan nodded her head, "Good. Sweet dreams, Morgan."

Morgan wiggled into a more comfortable position and quickly drifted off to sleep no longer fearing her dreams so long as she was close to her mother. Lucina smiled at her daughter. No matter how bad the world had gotten, Morgan was her ray of light. This was not what she had in mind when she and Robin were married, but she still cherished moments like these.


"Mommy! Mommy!" Morgan ran into the living room from the makeshift study holding a book, "Look!"

Lucina looked to where she was pointing to see that she had written an actual sentence, "That's wonderful, Morgan! You're very smart," Lucina smiled seeing that her concerns about Morgan's education were unfounded. They had been provided with enough study materials for a few years, though maybe not as long as expected at the rate Morgan was going.

"Yay!" She looked at her messy writing proudly and then back at her mother, "Do you think that daddy will like it?"

"Er," Lucina had decided not to hide Robin's existence from the girl, but at the same time, she had not fully expounded on his condition. Morgan could not even remember his face, but still the girl was eager to try and make him happy and proud of her so that he would come and visit, "It can be hard to make your father happy these days."

"Oh," Morgan deflated momentarily before regaining her energy, "But maybe this will work! And if it doesn't, then I'll just keep trying!"

Lucina could not help but smile at her daughter's tenacity, "Perhaps you will succeed. You may be about the only one who can." Despite Lucina's doubt as to the success of Morgan's mission, she was rooting for its success.


"I-I…are you sure?" Morgan–now in her preteen years–was reacting to the news that her mother had just shared.

"I'm afraid so," It broke Lucina's heart to shatter Morgan's world like this, but she could not stand seeing her work herself so hard trying to make Robin happy–or even show up.

The final straw had been seeing Morgan hoping that her father would finally appear on her birthday only to be disappointed when the spot they had set for him at the table remained empty. So, she told her the truth.

"B-but we can save him, right?" Morgan pleaded.

"I…do not think so. He made sure that we would be safe, but I do not think he can do much more than that."

"But he's still in there! Why won't he come see us?"

"I think he's ashamed."

"But…but…I want my dad!" Morgan cried out and Lucina embraced her.

"I know, sweetie, I know. I want him back too."

As Morgan whimpered into her mother's shoulder, Lucina felt her own eyes water a little. No matter how close she and Morgan were, their family was incomplete. Robin was stolen from them, and the wound in Lucina's heart never fully healed despite her strong façade.


"Woah! Look at all these books!" Morgan was in awe of the books in the library. For her thirteenth birthday, they had been given access to the library which Morgan loved both for the books and getting to leave their apartment for the first time since she was a few months old.

Lucina too cherished the opportunity to leave the apartment. Greater still was the fact that this would apparently become a weekly occurrence. Morgan was allowed to take three books with her and she could exchange them the following week. Of course, Lucina was allowed to accompany her.

Morgan seemed to be having trouble picking out just three books though. Lucina smiled as she went from bookshelf to bookshelf with such enthusiasm. Her smile turned more melancholy when she thought of how much her enthusiasm for books reminded her of Robin.

Looking around the library trying to take her mind off of her husband, she noticed that some books seemed to be missing. Likely to keep certain knowledge away from Morgan. Oddly enough, there was still plenty about magic theory and the like, and there were also several histories from varying perspectives. Lucina wondered just what was missing.

"Mother!" Lucina was pulled from her thoughts by Morgan who was holding three volumes, "I'd like these."

"Very well. Let's get them approved," Lucina gave one last look back at the bookshelves before leaving with her daughter.


Lucina's eyes fluttered open as the sun poured through the window. She saw her husband asleep next to her. She knew something was off, but she stared happily at Robin's content and peaceful expression.

She watched his brown eyes slowly open and look at her as he smiled and she smiled back. It all seemed so perfect. At least, until his eyes turned an unnatural red and his smile vicious. He reached out and closed his iron like hands around her neck and laughed cruelly as she gasped for air.

Lucina shot upright in her bed looking around at the dark room to find that she was alone. She got up and washed her face of the sweat and steadied her breathing. She looked at her exhausted expression in the mirror.

"What a failure I am. I could not save the world…I could not even save the man I love. If only I had been there. I feel like I could have stopped this; that I could have helped him fight it," a single tear rolled down her face, "I'm so sorry, Robin."

Little did she know, that Morgan was listening just outside the door.


"Mother!" Morgan called out excitedly, "I think I've got it!"

"Got what?" Lucina put her hands on her daughter's shoulders.

"A way to save father!"

"What? How?"

"Time travel, like you."

"Morgan," Lucina did not want her chasing phantoms.

"No, I think I'm close. The library doesn't have any books about it," Lucina's mind went back to the missing books she had noticed some two years ago, "But I think I've pieced together enough that I might be able to do it."

"Morgan, we needed Naga and most of the Fire Emblem to do that."

"Then we have to get the Emblem. It's risky, but once I'm ready, it should work. I can go back and save father and the world. We can be a real family!"

"Morgan, there is something you need to know about time travel. It doesn't work how I think you think it works. Going back would not change things here; you would go to another world much like this one. Perhaps you could save it, but this world would stay the same. You cannot save your father. Not this way."

"B-but…" Morgan was disappointed to say the least.

"However, if you really believe that this can work, perhaps you can save another world. As it stands, you may be the last human being to live in this world, and I do not want you to be alone once I'm gone. If you're willing, you could attempt what I did and try to save another world."

"I…I have to try!" Morgan's eyes shined with determination.

"Very well, then I will help you."

"In that case, there is something I will want to know."

"And that is?"

"Why weren't you with father when this all happened?"

"W-what? How did you–"

"I heard you a couple of years ago. I heard something so I came to make sure you were alright, but when I came to the door, you were talking to yourself. You blamed yourself for what happened, but I know you must have had a reason for not being there."

"You're right. I did have a reason. I was pregnant with you at the time."

"With me? Then…it's my fault?"

"No, honey. You had no choice in the matter. We…were not exactly planning on having a child so early and so I was forced to stay behind when the others left for Plegia. According to the survivors, your father fell under Valida and later Grima's control unable to fight off their mental assaults amplified by the Fire Emblem which your father was forced to steal from your grandfather."

"So, if I can keep father from stealing the Emblem, then we're golden?"

"Maybe. It is impossible to tell."

"Well, we have to at least try."

"Very well. Now, where is this research you've been doing?"


"You've been awfully quiet lately," Grima sneered.

"What is there left to say?" Robin said blank faced in their little mindscape.

"Finally given up, have you?"

"So long as Lucina and Morgan are alive, I'm not going anywhere," Robin crossed his arms. Despite how exhausted he was, he had to hold out for the two who meant so much to him.

"As much as I loathe you and that little family of yours, I have to admit that your persistence is…impressive…for a human."

"I don't want your compliments; backhanded as they may be."

"Hmph, whatever. I have something more important to do."

Robin watched as some ruins came into view, and he knew that his chance had come, "Finally."

Before Grima could react, Robin summoned all of his strength and momentarily regained control of his body and warped himself back to Plegia Castle.


Morgan and Lucina were actually taking a break from their work. They had been working for almost a year, but Morgan was still having trouble figuring out exactly how to accomplish their goal even with the information her mother provided about the procedure.

Lucina had at the very least determined a potential escape route when the time came, but their odds of actually recovering the Emblem and getting it to where they needed to go was slim indeed.

However, Morgan refused to give up and had been relentless in her research to the point that Lucina had to force her to take breaks. It seemed Morgan took after both her parents in that regard.

Lucina was forcing Morgan to have a relaxing tea when it happened. A flash of light permeated the room and then Robin was standing there, Emblem and four gemstones in hand.

"Father?" Morgan stood but dared not approach. Lucina noticed something was wrong though. Unlike the other times he had visited, Robin looked to be visibly straining. Veins were evident on his face and he was sweating profusely.

"I don't have…much time. Here," he tossed the Emblem to Morgan, "I'm going to send you to a place where you should be able to use that to leave this wretched world."

"Father, what's going on?"

"I'm so sorry, Morgan. I failed you. This is the best I can do," With a snap of his fingers, Morgan was warped away. "Lucina…I'm afraid this is only a trip for one. I'm sorry."

"I understand," Lucina smiled sadly as she approached him.

"I can send you somewhere. Perhaps you can find a pocket of survivors."

"No, I want to send Morgan off."

Robin smiled lightly, "I thought you'd say that. I'm sorry we couldn't live that life together we wanted. You may never be able to forgive me, but I still love you."

Lucina rushed up to him and kissed him, "As do I."

Robin let out a stream of tears as he felt Grima about to regain control, "I'm sorry," he snapped his fingers again and fell to his knees, "I'm so sorry."


Lucina appeared at the ruins moments later where Morgan was waiting, "Mother! I was worried!"

"Have you finished setting up the ritual?"

"Yeah, it seems dad did most of the work."

"Good, then we must hurry. Grima will be here soon."

"Okay," Morgan nodded and set the Emblem in place activating the ancient runes and creating a portal. It held some differences from the one Lucina had used so long ago, but it was still similar in appearance.

"Alright, let's go," Morgan started for the portal but stopped when she realized that Lucina was not following, "Mom?"

"I'm afraid only one can go on this trip."

"What? No!"

"Yes," Lucina caressed her daughter's cheek, "I'm so proud of you. Now, you must go forge on. Just…remember that a younger me may not be quite as understanding."

Morgan leaned into her mother for the last hug the two would ever share, "I'll miss you, mother!"

"I know," Lucina restrained her tears, "But you must go now."

Morgan pulled away and put on a strong face, "Goodbye, mother."

"Goodbye, sweetie."

With that, Morgan walked into the portal and it closed soon after leaving Lucina standing in the ruins with the wind blowing through her hair. It was done. Her daughter was gone now, but more importantly, she was free.

A/N: More mother-daughter stuff. Shout out to Shoshi456 for getting me on this train of thought. Though, Dark Reflections would probably get done sooner if I didn't keep doing stuff like this.