I am so sorry that this chapter took so long, especially when I've had it almost done for a long time now...but thanks to the lack of available computer, due to us moving, I have been unable to post this chapter. Knowing that made it more difficult to write the last few paragraphs...but now that we have moved and our internet is set up I can finally post this! Hopefully those of you who have been waiting for this, as many seem to be, while be pleased. Read and review and enjoy!

She sometimes wished she was from the future, despite how bleak it obviously was, simply so she could have known the children of her friends as they grew; she promised herself to be around to watch this world's versions of them, and keep those memories close to her heart for the rest of her life.

Over the time of a few days it was decided to try searching out the other future children; they were fighting an army far different that Plegia now, and more people on their side could only be a good thing. Owain spent quite a bit of time explaining everyone's fighting ability and connections to others.

Kjelle was Sully and Chrom's second child, a few short months younger than Owain, with the same blue hair as her sister and dark red eyes that looked more like brown if you didn't look closely. A knight rather than the cavalier everyone had been expecting, though she had been assured by the girl's cousin that she had certainly TRIED learning to ride a horse, she wore shoulder guards that made her look far larger than she was and armour that both hid and accented her more feminine body...she got along with her sister and was loyal to her cousin, but that was about it.

Brady was Maribelle and Vaike's son, a full year younger than the other blond, though his hair was even more blond and spiked with his brown eyes having a scar over the left, causing him to look more like a thug than a noble man. He was a priest and rather good at it, though at times he seemed insecure about his inability to fight...he and Owain, despite what Robin had expected due to their mothers, weren't very close and apparently hadn't been for years; instead it was Nah that he had come to spend his time with, perhaps they both felt like they didn't do enough for everyone or something like that.

Laurent was the son of Miriel and Donnel, a year older than Lucina here but a mere 13 in the others' time (he apparently was brought back at a sooner point than the others, two years in fact), hair brown with a slight curl and his mother's deep red eyes covered in a pair of glasses. A mage with a great deal of skill (and her hat), the resemblance between him and his mother are appent even with his different hair colour...he didn't really have friends, likely due to his high intellect and difficult-to-understand speech.

Cynthia was the daughter of Sumia and Gaius, barely a year over a teen, long orange hair tied in a set of pigtails (worn like that only due to a steadfast belief of Robin being a hero, and the tactician wearing her own orange hair in those same pigtails 'when she was young') along with soft brown eyes that had quite the calming effect. She was a pegasus knight with more skill than her own mother or even Cordelia, her 'mount' being Sumia's own from the future...she and Owain had been close friends for a few years, thanks to their mutual acts and hatred of evildoers.

Yarne was Panne and Lon'qu's son, only a year younger than Lucina, hair black with a small patch of brown-black on his forehead and brown-red eyes that didn't usually appear the latter unless he had changed into his large form or was about to. He could transform like his mother, though made it rather clear that he preferred not to fight, making him weaker than her...he only seemed to be close to Cherche's son and often followed him like a lost puppy (she had found out that they were effectively step-siblings, as Panne and Ricken had died when they were young...due to Lonqu' and Cherche being opposite gender with their significant others both having died around the same time they decided to raise the two boys together, eventually falling in love before dying and leaving their sons alone).

Severa was Cordelia and Gregor's daughter (still hard to believe those two had ended up together), about the same age as Owain, her hair a distinct red like her parents and brown eyes with just a hint of red. A mercenary like her father; she actually seemed to excel at swordsmanship, though seemed to prefer to stay out of any real fights...her best friends were Inigo and Owain, she tried to keep them in line and they tried to ignore her temper, but they remained closely knit despite that.

Nah (such a cruel name for a child) was Nowi and Stahl's daughter, four months older than Cynthia, brown-green hair in long braids and hot pink eyes that could draw the attention of almost anyone. A manakete by birth, her fire breath was crystalline just like her mom...she enjoyed the company of Brady, and they seemed to frequently help out more than needed in the camp.

Noire was Tharja and Kellam's daughter, around the same age as Nah, had black hair like her parents and dark grey eyes that seemed to have a hint of purple sometimes. She had never fought in the future, but had been forced to shortly before the army reached her, using a bow she had found nearby and revealing a suprising talent as an archer (Robin had asked Virion to give her lessons to hone that natural talent)...the poor girl had no friends, apparently due to a fear of any she had made being effected by curses on her or placed on them by her mom.

Inigo was Olivia and Virion's son (which made him Duke Inigo of House Virion if Rosanne still existed in the future), a year younger than Lucina, grey hair that somehow made him truly look the part of a noble and dark purple eyes that appeared brown in the wrong light. A mercenary, apparently trained by his mother (she supposed his mother had to get a great deal better with a sword in the future), he was secretly a rather skilled dancer as well but many people didn't approve of male dancers. His friends were Owain and Severa; he showed surprising skill in understanding the former and the latter frequently told him off about his womanizing ways (though he acted otherwise he actually held anything more than hand holding very seriously), while he often called her out on her attitude.

Gerome was Cherche and Ricken's son, a year older than Cynthia, red hair spiked back and eyes constantly hidden behind a mask (she once heard Yarne say something about his step-brother actually being shy and using it to hide that, along with distance himself from others...she wasn't sure how much she believed that). A wyvern rider who rides Minerva, better than his mother even, the wyvern loving woman tries her best to get him to teach her his secret, though he has yet to agree. The only ones he held close were his step-brother, often trying to calm his panic in his own harsh way and allowing the older to follow him, and Miverva who he took care of and seemed to like the Taguel boy's presence.

The only one that Owain (and the other future children) could tell her nothing about was Morgan, a year younger than Cynthia made him the youngest of the children, white hair and black eyes while he claimed to be her son...when asked who his father was, just like his age, it took him several days to remember (amnesia, like her, but he appeared to have fallen on his head to cause it) before he finally said Henry. Owain and several others had adamantly denied the the Dark Mage boy having any children, especially not with her as they were far more like siblings (the blond mercanary did admit that they shared a room in the castle before dying and she had fallen for her childhood friend, but had found herself barely able to survive without him so feared him leaving if she told him how she felt), eventually the tactician got sick of the others being cruel to her sweet son and demanded with the red eyes that the attitude halt...even Chrom had agreed that they were going too far, though his supposed father never got involved.

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"Mother?" Robin looked up from her books and scrolls, now placed on a fold-out 'table' that had been added to her bookshelf top so she could rid herself of the desk she used and add a bed for her son in the small tent (for a bit it had been Owain who was in her tent, as he didn't seem to get along with anyone but his friends, and even Inigo had said he was unable to handle living with the melodramatic blond).

"Hmm?" She moved a bit in her seat to get a better look at the white haired child, who was sitting on his bed and fidgeting.

"Why...why isn't Dad ever around?" The tactician blinked, not expecting the question...admittedly, Henry seemed to be avoiding them rather well, he seemed to just show up a few feet from her during battle but be completely missing otherwise.

"I-I'm..." She paused, taking a breath. "I'm really n-not sure Sweetie." He smiled at the nickname, his mother had taken surprisingly quickly to her role. "I th-think he's 15...only two y-years older th-than you. Maybe that's w-why." The orange haired teenager added.

"How old are you than?" The black eyed boy asked.

"From what h-he told me, 18." She smiled when his eyes widened.

"Mother's an adult already!"

"H-hardly...I certainly don't l-look the part." He smiled back.

"But you'll love it when you get older Mother!" The pigtailed teenager had heard that from the girls in the Shepherds and villages too, though she still wasn't so sure.

"Y-you wanted to ask Chrom t-to help you p-practice swordplay today, didn't y-you?" The pale boy's eyes widened again.

"Oh, right!" He agreed, jumping to his feet and looking for his sword near the end of his bed...he lifted it in triumph as soon as he found it. "I'll be back later Mother, no CAWS for concern!" The cloaked boy grinned and laughed upon hearing his mother groan, running from the tent. It was silent within for several moments as the remaining tenant stared after her son before returning her attention to her desk, but the candle now rather than the books and scrolls.

"Control...fire?" Her mind went back to a time a few days ago when the boy who had been here before innocently asked why she didn't move the fire so she could see her books better...not the candle, the FIRE. When she had asked the meaning, he responded that she could control any fire with ease, and this would often cause nearby flames to flicker or flare in response to her emotions.

She had wanted to ask Henry and Owain about if her son spoke the truth somehow or if it was some hallucination from hitting his head (Miriel had once brought to her attention that her fire spells never missed their target and normal fire never would spread nearby her, even if the wind would dictate that it should, but at the time the tactician had laughed off the idea of controlling the harsh element)...the dark mage was no where to be found but the blond was, and though it took until earlier today to get out the answer he had finally admitted that the unreal ability was indeed one of her own. Taking a breath the orange haired teenager held a hand out towards the small flame flickering atop the candle, though after a moment she decided a single finger should be more than enough to control such a tiny thing. All of her focus went to what she was trying to do...she lost track of time from how long she had been trying when a voice snapped her out of her seeming trance.

"Nya ha. You're trying too hard." Her head snapped up to find the apparent father of her child in her tent.

"H-how-" It really shouldn't have surprised her that he could show up in her tent when he could do it on the battlefield...he brushed off her question, assuming he even understood what had been being asked.

"You're trying too hard." The robed boy was smiling widely, but she wasn't sure if he found her attempt amusing or if he was just being him.

"Too h-hard?" The cloaked girl questioned, receiving a nod.

"The Robin I knew never had to think about controlling fire, it just happened...unless she had to try and contain a large amount at once." The closed eyed boy explained, causing black eyes to fall to her scrolls once more with a feeling of distress. "Try...imagining the fire is following your finger instead, and move it around. That shouldn't take much focus." He suggested. She looked at him a moment, to determine if he was attempting to trick her or anything of the sort, before she nodded and returned her finger to in front of the candle. He was right that imagining the fire moving wasn't hard, especially when battle scenarios were almost constantly playing out in her head, but it still felt a little silly. Moving the finger slowly to the right with the image of the fire in her mind following it caused the flame to stretch out sideways, completely against it's natural pattern...her eyes had become red again, not from the light but rather they simply had changed colour. A gasp, focus broken, and the fire returned to normal along with her eyes.

"I-I..." The cloaked teenager's breathing picked up, her mind trying to understand how this was possible.

"I told you." The robed boy laughed again, her eyes snapping to him.

"H-how?" She tried not to sound demanding, but this was unbelievable...his grin and laughter faded again, like it had when he had spoken to her in her tent the night he joined the army.

"You were born with the ability...it's why you prefer to use fire magic, more control." That obviously wasn't the whole story, but trying to pry for more now probably wouldn't get her anywhere...he said he'd explain everything after the war.

"I-is it generic?" That was still a very important question she needed answered, but that wording wasn't quite right. "I-I mean...can M-Morgan do it t-too?" The younger tactician seemed to prefer lightning magic over fire, so it was likely he couldn't, but if the normally cheerful boy had a distinct answer then-

"I doubt it." It wasn't the no uncertainty answer the orange haired teenager had been hoping for, but it would do. Her eyes went back to the candle, which truly looked as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened with it.

"Th-thank-" Turning back to speak her appreciation for the boy's help found him already gone, a part of her mind even wondering if he had ever been there at all...with him it may be hard to tell, he appeared and disappeared so much she was beginning to think seeing him anywhere near her was little more than a figment of her imagination most of the time. Nonetheless, her newly relearned power could be a great asset to the Shepherds, so she returned to practicing it while she had the time.

This is an idea I had when I first made this story, we see from Lucina's flashback that Grima set the world ablaze...I wondered if Grima then has a preference for fire. That thought caused me to give Robin pyrokenetic abilities, though she has no memory of it in this due to the amnesia. The Robin of the original timeline, and before her lost memory, would have used this ability frequently; to keep the fire she summoned with spells towards the intended target and away from innocent people or villages, make sure she had the reading light she needed and as mentioned it often flared or flickered in response to her emotions. Her fire was a big part of who she was, and she would use it in plans and simple everyday things as well. Her eyes go red, like Grima, when she is angry or using her powers of fire. Due to this ability being linked straight to Grima it is not genetic, and as such Morgan doesn't have it. I hope you enjoyed this idea, and hopefully how I have hinted at it up until now. I hope you enjoyed, see you next time.