Loved and Lost
Lucina
All things considered, Lucina could be seen as fairly lucky among her generation. Nobody would ever say such a thing, because one couldn't truly ever be called "lucky" in her time, but she knew she could be seen as more fortunate than her peers.
After all, Lucina had never lost a sibling.
Owain
Owain had a younger sister. A sweet, excitable little girl who had been too young to understand why everything was so dangerous, or why their parents had left them. A sweet, excitable little girl who loved the wild and exciting stories her big brother would regale her with, and the amazing names for sword techniques he would come up with just to hear her sweet little laugh. A sweet, excitable little girl who died too young, and who Owain couldn't protect.
Inigo
An older brother. An older brother who would constantly tease him for how shy he was. An older brother who was so much more infuriatingly CONFIDENT than he was. An older brother who would shine like the sun when he smiled. An older brother that would protect him no matter the cost. An older brother who he never had the chance to say goodbye to.
Brady
His big sister was tired. Tired of havin' all the responsibility thrust on her. Tired of fighting hopeless battles. Brady tried, he really did. He would make her tea to try and calm her nerves, play the violin to try and sooth her, and he would even try talkin' all pretty to see if that would help. His big sister was still tired. Brady didn't try hard enough.
Kjelle
Two brothers, one older and one younger, who had taught her so much after their parents passed. The elder taught her how to fight in armor and always uphold honor. The younger, how to protect those she cares for and to always be sincere. Both taught her how to mourn.
Cynthia
Two older sisters, who were brave and heroic just like their parents. Cynthia had dreamt of the day when they would get to show off their "Super Duper Triple Pegasus Attack". The oldest sister was gone before Cynthia even learned how to ride. The middle, before she learned how to wield a lance.
Severa
Her little brother was the sweetest boy. Even when she was in the worst of moods he would always smile for her, always be strong. He would always be brave, even when the world was on fire, he would always be there to smile. But Severa wasn't there for him. She didn't save him. She just wasn't good enough.
Gerome
His little sister was a kind, gentle soul. She didn't care for battle, preferring peaceful tasks more than swinging an axe. She didn't want to fight so she had instead taken up healing as an effort to protect the people she cared for, but she still couldn't fight. Couldn't defend herself. Couldn't survive.
Morgan
Morgan couldn't remember anything about their family, let alone if they had any siblings. The others, however, did remember. Remember that when Morgan would appear before them it wasn't alone, but as a duo of Grimleal twins. One male, one female. One escaped after battle, next to be found in the past with no memory and a far more cheerful personality. The other was killed in battle by the future children.
Yarne
Taguel weren't born alone, but were born in litters. First came a pair, two girls, and then came Yarne's litter, two boys and a girl. The eldest girls were brave, so much more brave than he was, but also more foolhardy. They left the trio alone and terrified of the world. His brother had been tough, trying to lead them afterwards, placing his family above himself in all things. The youngest sister was scared, so, so, scared of losing anyone else dear to her that she decided it would not happen again while she lived. Leaving Yarne as the last taguel.
Laurent
An identical twin was what Laurent had the misfortune of being called. Not that he had a distaste for his brother, far from it in fact, but more so that he abhorred what came with it. Being consistently mistaken for each other, while frustrating, was easily amendable. What he truly despised about it? Losing his closest friend right as they has managed to find hope. Right as they had found a way to the past his brother sacrificed himself so the rest could escape, leaving Laurent all alone.
Noire
Noire had been jealous. Jealous of her little sister, jealous that Mother hadn't tried out her new curses on her, jealous that she was able to stand up for herself, jealous that her health was better. It was frustrating. So frustrating that Noire had left her sister alone out of anger. Noire would always hate herself for that.
Nah
After their parents died Nah was too young to take care of herself, let alone her little brother. But she wished she could have. She wished she could have told him not to cry so their foster family wouldn't get mad and hurt him. She wished she could've taught him how to fight back the Risen hordes, or even fight them for him. She wished she could've taught him how to not die to them.
Author's Note: Well that's my first story done! Mostly inspired by the fact that I find it pretty unrealistic that the entire first generation except Chrom and possibly Robin only had one child each.