Beneath the Threads
XIX.
A lonely, confused young man wandered along the walls of the outer castle. He clutched a tome with one hand and his steel sword with the other. How do I use these? he thought. Oh yes, now I remember! He kept one shoulder to the wall and kept walking. There were strange creatures everywhere, though he wasn't sure why. He had been wandering from town to town, and now he made it to the capital of...where was he again? Someone told him, but he forgot. Everything was so foreign and confusing, he wasn't sure what to do.
He stopped when he saw a small hole in the wall. He crouched down. Perhaps it's safer on the other side of this wall! he thought as he crawled through it. He stood, realizing he was in what looked like a castle courtyard. He kept walking, following a path. He got closer to the outside of the castle, but he didn't know if he should try to go inside. Something rustled in the dark. He jumped and turned around. A Risen lunged at him. He stumbled back and threw Elwind at them, which slowed them down a small bit. However, it quickly regained sped and lunged again.
"Get...GET AWAY!" He shouted, swinging his sword. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Another sword stabbed through the undead and it fell to the ground. He stood, his breath uneven as an older, but still young looking, man stood in front of him where the Risen was. He lowered his sword.
"This is no place for a young person like you to be lingering about," he said. "You need to get somewhere safe."
"Wait…who are you?" He responded, clutching his tome to his chest.
The man stared at him. His cap flowed lightly with the breeze. "Who are you? I don't recognize you. Do you realize on you're on Ylisstol Castle grounds?"
"Ylisstol? What's that? I woke in a field with no recollection...then I started wandering about and I took a carriage here! I saw a hole in the wall over there and thought it would be safer on this side of it."
"You woke in a field? You're an amnesiac?"
"I suppose so?"
"Gods...It seems finding amnesiacs is my special talent."
"What? You know another person like me?"
"Yes, someone very dear to me. Her name is Robin."
He perked up. "Robin?! Is she a tactician?"
The other man nodded. "Yes. She's the chief tactician of Ylisse. Do you know her?"
"Know her? Of course! She's my mother!"
"Oh Gods!"
"What's wrong? Is my mom okay?"
"Y-You're my…you're our…." He paused. "Listen to me, Robin is my wife. That means...I'm your father, but I guess you don't remember that. You must've came from the future with Lucina."
"Dad?! Why don't I know you? What's your name?"
"Chrom. I'm the leader of Ylisse. Your mother is queen. You have a sister named Lucina."
"O-Oh...What's my name?"
"Morgan." Chrom sighed and walked up to his son.
Morgan frowned. "Why don't I remember any of that? I just remember Mother...But hey, I guess my hair color makes more sense now!"
Chrom paled. "Um, yes, you inherited that from me. Now, let's get you somewhere safe."
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Chrom walked with Morgan back to the clinic wing of the castle. He knocked on the door. Lucina cautiously opened it, sword in hand. When she saw Chrom, she lowered it.
"Father! Is it safe?" she asked.
"Chrom's your dad too?!" Morgan exclaimed. "Wow, Father! How many of us are there?"
Lucina glanced over. Her eyes widened. "Morgan! There you are! So you did come with me. I've missed you."
"He doesn't remember anything, Lucina." Chrom frowned. "He only remembers Robin, for some reason or another."
"Yes, Chrom?" Robin appeared beside Lucina. "Are the grounds safe now?"
"Mother!" Morgan exclaimed. "I've missed you so much!"
"What?" Robin furrowed her brows. "Who is this?"
"It's me, Morgan!"
Robin shook her head. "Chrom?"
"He's our son from the future, Robin. He's Lucina's younger brother," Chrom explained.
Robin looked to Lucina. She nodded. "This is him, Mother."
"Well, don't just let him stand there, Chrom! Morgan, come in here where it's safe."