I wanted to have twin Morgans with one being called 'Marc' but adding one Morgan to scenes he's not in was hard enough. Yes, it's a M:Morgan since he was born of a F:Robin.
Robin glanced around the ruins curiously. It almost looked like they were walking on glass or ice. "Is this the place?"
"Yeah, it's got to be." Chrom eyed the floor suspiciously. "Do you think this can hold our weight?"
"No idea. Perhaps we should only bring two small groups, one led by you and one led by me, and our fliers. No horses."
"Uncle Frederick's not gana like that." Lucina said looking to where the man stood.
Robin waved his hand dismissively. "I'll make up some excuse that sounds insanely noble and heroic."
She nodded. "That way Owain will want to stay behind and Uncle Frederick will want to stay with him."
The tactician tapped the side of his nose. His daughter was so smart.
"What exactly are we looking for here?" Chrom asked.
"The townfolk around here say these ruins carry the legacy of the divine dragon, something called 'Naga's Tear'." Lucina explained. "In my time, this ruin was one of the first places obliterated."
Familiar groans and cries came from deep within the ruins.
"Great, Risen." Robin sighed. "What fun would it be if we didn't run into those?"
"I suppose we're just going to have to earn this treasure the old-fashion way." Chrom unsheathed his Falchion.
"Considering I've no memory of ever treasure hunting before, I'll just take your word for it." Robin turned to the waiting army. "All right everyone, here's what we're going to do."
"It looks like someone's over there." Lucina raised her hand to shield her eyes from the light. "And they're being attacked by Risen."
Chrom followed his daughter's gaze. "Blast. If we fight our way over using the path, we won't make it in time."
"I can take someone over there on Minerva." Cherche offered. For such a large creature, Minerva landed gently on the clear flooring.
Without hesitation, Chrom stepped towards Minerva.
"Father!" Lucina protested.
"It'll be fine." Chrom climbed up behind Cherche. "Just don't tell your mother."
Cherche scoffed. "If she doesn't tell, someone else will. Nobody in the army is dumb enough to cross an angry Robin."
"Be careful." She'd only just reunited with him.
"I will. Meet you on the other side."
Cherche gave a tug on Minerva's reins and the mighty creature flapped her wings taking flight.
Once they were close enough, Chrom didn't wait for Cherche to slow down. He pushed himself off Minerva's back and when he felt solid ground beneath his feet, he rolled releasing Falchion with an echoing 'shing'.
Wyvern rider and lord made short work of the Risen giving Chrom time to figure out who was crazy enough to be here.
The blue haired youth gave Chrom a curious look. "Mmm? Who are you?"
"I would ask you the same." The prince lowered his sword. That coat the boy was wearing looked a lot like Robin's only aged. "More importantly, why are you here? This is hardly a safe place to be wandering around."
"I don't know, frankly." The boy scratched his cheek. "I woke up…sprawled in a field. I can't recall anything before that."
That sounded awfully familiar.
"I, I think I remember my name? Morgan? Yes, that's it. My name is Morgan."
Morgan? Could this boy be?
"I'm Chrom and finding amnesiacs is apparently my special talent."
"I'm telling Robin you said that." Cherche said before flying off to fight an incoming griffon rider.
Morgan perked up. "Robin? Are they a tactician?"
"Yes, do you know?"
"That's my mother!" The boy cheered loudly cutting Chrom off. "Mother's with you! Where is she?"
Now Chrom had an even bigger problem. Not only did he have an amnesiac on his hands, but this one remembered his mother, who currently was a man.
Great. What was he supposed to do? It had taken Lucina sometime to get use to the idea of a male Robin. He decided right now wasn't the best time to break the news to the kid so he'd go along with it. "Morgan, stay calm and listen to me. I'm married to Robin. Which means you're likely my son who came from a future timeline."
Morgan's brain looked like it had over loaded for a second, then panic took over. "What?! But I, the future? Is that why I have no memory? But wait, I remember my mother. So why don't I remember you?"
"I don't know. Do you recall a sister named 'Lucina'?"
"Maybe? I don't know." The poor kid clutched his head as though he was in pain.
"Everything's going to be fine. Don't worry about it." Chrom clapped his son on the shoulder. "I suppose it's a blessing you remember your mother. Maybe something will come back once you've met hi…her and Lucina. Until then, you'd best come with me and stay close. I don't want you hurt."
Morgan brightened. "All right, thank you and don't worry, I have this sword and tome, so I can probably defend myself.
"You're not sure? Perhaps I'll just keep a few paces away from you for the time being."
"No, I can control my tome. I'm sure." He held the tome awkwardly in both hands. "Now, how did this work again?"
Chrom had a feeling of de'ja vu. This was definitely Robin's son.
With a blast of fire, the last Risen fell. Morgan grinned at Chrom. "I knew I knew how to use my tome."
Chrom bit his tongue. Morgan had mastered his tome only after almost hitting his allies. Several times.
"Morgan!" Lucina cried rushing to her brother. She enveloped him in her arms. "I'm so glad you're safe."
"Sis." He buried his face in her shoulder hugging tightly. "I, I remember you!" Seeing her and hearing her voice had knocked a memory loose. It wasn't much, but he knew this was his sister. She was precious to him. He wanted to keep her safe. "I remember you." A few tears dripped onto her shoulder.
"Thank the gods Father found you." They pulled apart far enough away to make eye contact. "I was so worried about you."
"Luci, I don't remember anything." Morgan pointed towards Chrom. "He says I'm from the future and something about a timeline. I, I don't."
Despite the dread forming in the pit of her stomach, Lucina 'shh'ed her brother softly. "It's okay. We're together now. We'll figure it out. You, me, Father, and Mother."
"Mother?" Morgan brightened. "That's right. Mother's here. Where is she?"
Lucina looked to Chrom who made a helpless gesture. She chewed her bottom lip. "Morgan, Mother is."
"Mother!" He caught sight of that familiar coat, the coat he now wore. He slipped from his sister's slack grasp and ran towards that coat. He hugged Robin from behind. "Oh, Mother, I'm so happy to see you and you cut your hair."
"Huh?" Robin looked over his shoulder to the mass of blue hair. "Mother?" Lucina was the only one that called him that. Then what Lucina had said about a younger brother clicked. "Morgan?"
"I memorize all your tactical books and." He paused. "You feel different."
Lissa burst out laughing. Frederick cleared his throat. "Perhaps you should release Milord Robin."
"Milord?" Slowly, Morgan slid his arms back so Robin could turn around and give him the full view. "You're wearing Mother's clothes. That's her coat." He touched the sleeve of his own as if to reassure himself. "But you're a guy."
"That I am."
"Morgan." Lucina was beside her brother. "We came to an alternate timeline to prevent Grima from destroying the future. An alternate timeline."
"Is the theory that there are an infinite number of time lines where there are infinite number of possibilities where anything is possible."
"Y, yes and for whatever reasons, we've come to one where Mother is not biologically our mother."
Morgan turned to Chrom. "But you said you were married to Robin."
"I am. For the past two years."
Lucina placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know it's a lot to take in especially with your lack of memory. I can assure you, despite Mother's gender, the two are exactly the same."
Morgan studied Robin carefully. "Do you care if I think of you as my mother?"
"No."
"Can I call you 'Mother' like Luci?"
"You can call me what's ever easiest for you. I'll always come running."
"Okay then." He smiled brightly hugging Robin again. "I memorized all your tactical books and even found a few ways to improve them. Can I show you?"
Robin wrapped his arms around his future son. "Of course."