It was a normal day in the Order of Heroes—which for Morgan and Morgan meant devising near-identical tactics or trying to beat the other at a game of "Quote Robin." For sanity's sake, the two were officially called Morgan: Lad from Afar, and Morgan: Lass from Afar; the latter opted to dub them Morgan the Lad and Morgan the Lass for easier identification.

As of right now, two of the other Heroes—a pair from one of the fancier worlds, Tsubasa: Madcap Idol and Kiria: Cool Façade—came by. Morgan the Lad waved. "Hey!" He called. Both of them paused for a minute. "Are you two busy?"

"Ooo, can you tell us another story?" Morgan the Lass asked. "All the music stuff in your world is fascinating!"

Tsubasa gave a small smile, then entertained their whims by telling them about a group of people that went around and performed called 'bands.' Commander Anna needed them before Tsubasa could finish saying how the group usually fared, but it still gave Morgan the Lad an idea. He turned to the other Morgan with a mischievous smile. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Morgan the Lass returned his expression. "Only if you're trying to figure out where the fell Morgans are!"

The mad-tactician cackling that followed seemed to have warned Morgan: Fated Darkness and Morgan: Devoted Darkness away, because they were pretty hard to find. Surprise, surprise, though, that the other two Morgans found them with all of the other possessed people—aaaaaall of the weird Heroes were there, including the non-friendly Robins, the possessed Celica and Takumi, the insane Ike, the probably-insane Dimitri, and the demon-ruler-monster Edelgard. Discussing whatever it was that such Heroes discussed were both fell Morgans, standing next to their respective Robins.

Without any prior warning, the other two Morgans nodded to each other and went to the fell Morgans. "Don't mind us!" Morgan the Lad told the group. "We just need Morgan and Morgan for very important Morgan-related things."

Morgan the Fated stepped away from him. "No you don't," he said coldly.

"'Course we do!" Morgan the Lass replied cheerfully. She took Morgan the Devoted by the hood of her cloak and started unsuccessfully tugging her away. "Come on, just for a little while? I won't call you any cute nicknames, promise!"

"Promises mean nothing," Morgan the Devoted muttered.

"Stop being so dark and brooding!" Morgan the Lad said. "Smile for once!"

Both Morgan the Fated and Morgan the Devoted let out a firm, "No." This proved only to get a chuckle out of the other two Morgans, with an additional quizzical expressions (or blank stares) from the other cult-like people. Quite literally dragging the other Morgans by the hood, Morgan and Morgan went back to the little area they usually stayed in.

Neither of the fell Morgans were very amused. "All right, Morgan and Morgan!" Morgan the Lass declared. The fell Morgans only blinked in response. "Listen up, because I'll only say this once!"

"We're forming one of those fancy bands!" Morgan the Lad continued. "Tsubasa told us about them! I mean, how hard can music be compared to devising strategies? We'll be known across the worlds as Morgan and the Morgans!"

"That doesn't even make sense," Morgan the Fated pointed out. "Music is irrelevant to Master Grima's will."

"Even evil, demonic dragons with a god complex might want to hear some music every now and then!" Morgan the Lass protested. "That's what they did in that one world, with all the siblings and that blue-haired lady—she sang all their problems away! And that's pretty much what Tsubasa, Kiria, and them do, too! Oh, and then there are the people who can revitalize units and help them feel energized so they can move again! Don't you think 'Master' Grima would like it if you two could do that? Think of how unstoppable you'd be, with your strength combined with the power to make units move again—yes, the fell dragon'll be really proud of you then! And so would your Mom and Dad, too."

"Master Grima is my father," Morgan the Devoted said. "He is the vessel in which Master Grima lives."

"Then you'd get double the pride!" Morgan the Lass maintained. She put on a smile, meant to fool any person with any weaker of a will. "Come on, please? Morgan and the Morgans wouldn't be the same without you!"

The two fell Morgans exchanged glances, and discussed it quietly amongst themselves for a few moments, then looked back at the other two Morgans. "No," the fell Morgans once again stressed. It once again led to the other Morgans' chuckles.

"I'll take that as a yes, because we can't stand here arguing all day!" Morgan the Lad said. He looked at Morgan the Lass and added, "I'll go get some instruments!"

"I can too," Morgan the Lass offered. Playfully firm, she told the fell Morgans, "Stay right here! If you don't...hmmm… Oh! I'll get Dad to look at you disappointingly!"

"...That's hardly a threat," Morgan the Fated pointed out.

"Which is why I'll get Mom!" Morgan the Lad retorted. "No parent-child tactics for you unless you stay put!"

The fell Morgans still didn't look very convinced, but they stayed there anyway. Morgan the Lad bought a flute and a violin from the merchant Anna, while Morgan the Lass acquired something similar to a 'guitar' from Itsuki and a tome that magnified someone's voice from the library. With all of these gathered, they went back to the fell Morgans.

Morgan the Lass spread out the objects that would be used to make music, then picked up the tome. "I take dibs on singing!"

"I'll take the flute!" Morgan the Lad decided, taking the object in question.

Morgan the Devoted gave the Lass a blank stare. "You intend for us to pick? What use does this have to Master Grima?"

"Plenty!" Morgan the Lass replied. She picked up the violin and gave it to her fell counterpart. "Here, take the violin."

"And you can have the guitar!" Morgan the Lad declared, giving it to the Fated.

Both fell Morgans looked at their new instruments with a combination of disgust and interest, with neither seeming more intent than the others. The other two Morgans opted to ignore this entirely in favor of a single mental image. "Okay!" Morgan the Lass said. "Let's try to make some music!"

You could probably hear it from all the way into Embla. The Morgans—the non-fell ones, anyway—where loud and proud of the distorted noises they called music. They practiced, trying to make at least one harmonic sound when they eventually had to resort to the typical rallying song of the Order of Heroes, with their own little twist.

With a single musical achievement made, they were hoping to make it big. Not too long past nightfall, after Lucina, Brady, Nah, Kjelle, Yarne, Chrom, both normal Robins, and anyone else they knew gave them quizzical or confused looks, Morgan the Lass finally sighed.

"I hate to say it," she said mournfully, "But I don't think we can do this. We're not coordinated enough or something; and it's not tactics, so the fundamentals aren't quite the same."

Morgan the Fated just blinked. "Why did we have to participate in this if it was just a waste of time?"

"Master Grima won't be pleased," Morgan the Devoted agreed. She unceremoniously dropped the violin.

Morgan the Lad winced. "I bought that—"

"May we go?" Morgan the Devoted asked, cutting him off. "Any kind of activity you two come up with is bound to be fruitless and detrimental to Master Grima's plan."

The other two Morgans exchanged glances, and Morgan the Lass let out a theatrical sigh. "If you must," she said. Before they could leave, though, she cheered up and said, "But! It's not useless! Just think—we made memories, at least! That's more than what Morgan and I have. So…friendship and all that? Just this once? Any comments?"

Now it was the fell Morgans to exchanged glances, and they shared a slightly demonic smile. Bluntly, Morgan the Fated said, "It truly fascinates me that you two have stayed alive so long."

"Your comical purposes could be useful…somehow," Morgan the Devoted added. Even more blunt, she added, "But we are not participating in such frivolous things again."

"Understood!" Morgan the Lass said.

Morgan the Lad chuckled. "If only because you might be able to kill us!"

With that, the very short existence of Morgan and the Morgans came to an end. It might've been 'useless,' in the end, but even the fell Morgans couldn't say they were completely dissatisfied with it. Heroes occasionally say that you can still hear the off-key attempts, praising a tactician or a draconic god and their deeds…