This didn't take very long, did it? I've actually had it ALMOST done for a few days now, just had to tidy it up a bit. Sorry it's so short, but it'll be changing perspective after the end and it's odd to change it mid-chapter. Hope you all enjoy ^^

The vessel, little more than a seal for a wayword wannabe god, it was time for that truth to come out. She doubted she'd be anything more to them now, just as she doubted she had been before losing her memory.

The adults were all fighting now, but Owain really couldn't have cared less. They were trying to 'figure out' what to do about their beloved tactician being the fell dragon, he kept his mouth shut and just sat on the floor since he knew no one would listen anyway. The children had run in at the sound of a loud scream, finding out it was none other than the man behind the war...she had always preferred to leave the most important person to others, making him worry that they really were losing her. None of the people from this time would spare them an actual explainion of what happened, leaving the time travellers only able to guess.

"Maybe...maybe he's trying to control her..." The young myrmidon's head snapped up at the hesitant words, wide eyes locking on his nervous looking mother. That was a far different reaction than he had expected, was this Robin really so much closer to the royal family than his had been?

"How could you say that?!" Libra demanded, always the man of Naga.

"I just..." Lissa trailed off, looking thoughtful. "...Emmeryn...why would Grima care?" She looked around, as though hoping for an answer...her son hated that this version getting the chance to save his aunt was all that differentiated them here.

"That MONSTER killed my father!" Lucina reminded her family harshly, voice wavering in her yell.

"You don't know that." Her cousin disagreed angrily, standing despite that he hadn't planned to speak at all. "You weren't there. NONE of us were." He pointed out in far too normal a voice, the crowned princess turning to face him with rage of her own.

"We were told-"

"Told that she killed him by people who wanted someone to blame!" The blond prince yelled, trying to calm himself down. "Or did you mean the only two people who could sense hexes and curses saying she was being controlled? Of course not, everyone ignored them." He spat the last sentence like venom.

"Grima isn't effected by dark magic!" The girl with the branded eye argued.

"But Robin IS!" The sword using boy hissed. "We've SEEN her be hit by them!"

"A trick-"

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR A SECOND?!" He roared, causing the blue wearing girl to step back in shock. "Robin exists because Henry was her entire life! Because she was in LOVE with him and scared that saying anything would make him leave her! UNABLE to handle the THOUGHT of being without him again!" Tears had begun gathering in his eyes, but he paid them no mind.

"I-I-" The long blue haired girl looked horrified, but he was far from done.

"You didn't see her breaking down in Henry's arms because of what happened to Uncle Chrom! You DIDN'T see my father storm in with guards only for her to BEG him to cut off her head! You DIDN'T SEE how she only started struggling because I was crying for her to be let go!" Blue eyes clenched shut as ragged breaths left the owner's throat, body shaking. "You saw her...you HEARD her...when Henry died. But you HAD to blame her..." He couldn't breathe, the wail echoing through his mind.

"O-Owain, please-" His mother's voice was concerned, desperate. It was far too familiar a tone and he didn't want to think about it, not now.

"You act like it was all some big plan to kill everyone...like she WANTED everyone to be attacked..." He couldn't push them away... "The only reason...they were there..." The memories were filling the poor boy's mind. "Was...because I..." The shaking got worse, looking as though he would break at any moment. "...I..." He practically wasn't breathing anymore. "...begged and pleaded...them to come..."

~Flashback~

"Thank thou! Thank thou! Thank thou!" 11 year old Owain cheered as he sat in front of the plegians on a blanket at the picnic, both obviously trying to ignore the looks the other adults were giving.

"As long as you're happy." Robin stated with soft smile, bobbed hair hidden by her hood. "You should go play with the others. Inigo and Severa are even here." She added, gesturing to the group of playing children. He just frowned.

"Thee played with them all the time while thou were gone. Thee want to stay with thou." The little boy pouted, watching the white haired mage look at his companion...after a moment she gave a nod.

"Then let's play!" Henry exclaimed suddenly, standing and picking up the boy as he let out a surprised shriek.

"Henry!" The blond laughed, being spun around by the dark mage. There was far more space to play out here than in their room, he wouldn't have risked it inside because he was worried he'd trip.

"You're flying! Nya ha ha!" The older laughed along with him, a playful grin on his face as they continued spinning.

"Ah haha!" The younger laughed as they got too dizzy, the other falling onto his back to make sure the one he held wouldn't get hurt.

"The hero slayed the dragon." The black eyed woman chuckled from nearby, making the boy grin up at her.

"Thee saved thou Robin!" She laughed just a little more, and he liked seeing her happy again. Ever since she came back with her hair short she hardly smiled. "Mine-" The shift was instant; one second he was on top of a still laughing robed man and the next he was on the grass while the other ran towards the other kids. A panicked look to the side revealed the woman standing quickly. He only had time to look back at the man before everything went wrong.

"Eek!" The normally smiling man jumped in front of the large group of young people asaone of them screamed, a throwing axe almost immediately lodged in his chest. Who that would have hit wasn't a thought as the man fell forward to the ground.

"HENRY!" The vessel screamed her companion's name, running to his side desperately. "HENRY! HENRY!" She only got louder but he didn't respond, flipping him over...there was so much blood. Too much. The anguished wail the poor woman released was burned into his mind as it quickly turned into an echoing roar unlike anything he had ever heard.

~End of Flashback~

Oh Owain...I am so sorry that I keep making your life hell. I mean, the game did it too but I'm making it so much worse on you. Hopefully Lucina will finally listen to you for once.

Hope you all enjoyed, see you soon.