Kana and Robin - Son to Dragons


Day 201, morning


The portal above the now-abandoned town was spewing Risen and a new sort of humanoid enemy onto the ground below at an alarming rate. Said figures seemed to be nearly invisible if not for the faint purple-red glow that emanated from them, not unlike the unnatural haze that smoked from a Risen's empty eye-socket.

The hostiles were thrust downward with force enough to end the lives of mortal beings, if the sound indicated anything that visual confirmation couldn't. However, much to Robin and Morgan's inconvenience, both breed of mindless foe got right back up and formed a growing circle around the two, seeing as they were the only living things in the area.

"Dad, I see now's a good time to tell you; I've got nothing on me."

"Great."

Robin laughed dryly, tossing his daughter his Levin sword while staying unarmed. With only a single weapon between them, Robin found it imperative to let her keep the only means of defending herself. After all, enemies dropped stuff, right? They had plenty of weapons... to find.

And a dragonstone!

"Hey, still got the dragonstone I gave you?" Robin asked, ducking under a swing from a lancer, grabbing the haft and kicking the attacker twice in the shins, disarming it. Awkwardly swinging the foreign weapon that was still invisible in his hands, Robin somehow dispatched two Risen before the weapon crumbled into purple mist.

"It's still in my pocket after I shot that portal, why? It's feeling really warm right now," Morgan huffed back, fighting for her life. Sending a lightning bolt through two archers, she stabbed the jagged blade gruesomely through an enemy rider, impaling both horse and soldier before jolting them into oblivion.

"Just hold onto it for now," Robin ordered, noticing how the enemy number had dwindled significantly, far past the losses he and Morgan had inflicted. It seemed they were retreating, but not back to their portal.

"They're headed towards the town," Morgan called out, lightning arcing at her hands and electrocuting a mage even as she ducked under a wind spell.

"I figured," Robin responded, eyeing the Shepherds that caught up further down. Lucina and Chrom spun a dance of death around them as both Falchions ended the lives of any Risen or invisible enemy that entered their immediate area. Azura and Frederick also seemed to be holding their own, easily dispatching the sword wielding variants with their lances.

"Dad! Behind you!" Robin turned, barely ducking under a stream of liquid hot magma, courtesy of a Risen mage. Rolling into the dirt roughly due to the momentum shift, Robin was at the mercy of said caster, who shot another spell only for it to be deflected by a hulking silver mass.

"What in the hell? Oh. You." Robin grinned at his savior; a four-hundred pound wall of scales and horns.

Said dragon impaled the risen who had aimed at Robin on its front leg and boiled the flesh off its bone with steaming water. Bits of meat and cloth lay scattered under its feet, which Corrin scattered to the winds with a kick. Slowly, Robin winced as it turned its head to him. Jolting as Corrin pinned his neck with her claws, Robin felt the Risen's blood seep onto his neck as the dragon dragged his writhing body against the rocks with a growl.

"Corrin... Same team!"

Helpless to pry her off, both Morgan and Robin stared at the dragon in anticipation.

"You took Morgan from me. Give. Her. Back."

The mouthless dragon growled a low tone, chilling Robin as its nonexistent eyes burrowed deep into his soul. Corrin didn't have full control over her dragon powers yet, but still, this small level of sentience was no doubt her own. And it was no less terrifying.

Yes, this was the same Corrin that Robin had rescued along with her two companions just a few months ago from the border of Hoshido and Nohr, surrounded by two a continental war.

The same Corrin who Robin appointed as Co-Commander, and had done a remarkable job at inspiring hope and unity amidst the joint-Shepherds.

This was the same Corrin that laughed at silly puns and dug holes in tents and enjoyed talking with the Shepherds. She danced in the wet grass with her bare feet, running, marching, and riding just like every other soldier in this army.

The very same, who was now inches away from his body and easily able to turn Robin into a tactical soup of cloth and meat.

And he still felt the same tingly feeling towards her, even amidst his own probable death.

"Dad!" Morgan cried out, nothing but a haze in Robin's mind.

He outstretched his hand...

Robin smiled forcibly, closing his eyes as a hesitant finger brushed against Corrin's featureless head.

"I'm going to keep her safe too. She's my daughter."

Nothing.

Robin relaxed with a sigh, before gasping and writhing under Corrin's legs, picking up a sword by her feet in the process. Corrin roared, stamping at the ground and barely missing the human underneath.

A sound of clashing and a gutting of flesh made itself heard, and the fall of a body punctuated Robin's kill.

"Look! Behind you, see? C'mon, you're more levelheaded than this!"

The dragon turned to see a fallen specter, fully impaled through the head from Robin's sword. Advancing on Robin, the tactician nervously backed up as the dragon pinned him against a building.

"You stole my daughter from me, you... Graghhh!" Rearing its legs, Robin ducked again as Corrin nearly decapitated him unconsciously. And just as soon, she stopped, craning her head at an angle.

The dragon stopped herself, and looking around her surroundings, bowed her head in fatigue.

"Did... I say that out loud?"the princess asked with a hollow, nervous groan. "I... am not thinking very clearly, am I?"

"I've seen worse from you," Robin chuckled back, his ease returning with Corrin's moment of clarity. The Nohrian shook her head and laughed, instead turning her head and examining her surroundings. She laughed again.

The sound of it conveyed little actual humor and Robin was relieved when he saw Corrin bound off headlong into a pack of Risen cavalrymen.

"You and Mom certainly have an interesting complex going on," Morgan observed.

"Still have the dragonstone?" Robin asked, smiling as he watched the co-commander toss herself into the enemy.

"Yeowch!" Morgan yelped, gripping the dragonstone in her pocket with her hand before quickly relinquishing it. "Yep, still there, It's getting hotter now, " she affirmed with a nervous laugh.

"Well, there's no doubt you can at least interact with dragonstones," Robin said, hope replacing his recent fear.


Chrom ducked and weaved through arrows and spells alike as he, along with Lucina and Frederick, made their way to the collapsing village to help evacuate any stragglers. Azura went back to aid Corrin, who left her dragonstone behind in the panic, and was now suffering from a lapse in human judgement.

"The closer we get to the mouth of the portal, the lighter I seem to get," Frederick noted, confirming his theory by gently tossing a stone skyward, nodding when it didn't come down and instead slowly floated towards the sky. "It's going to suck us in if we get too close," he concluded.

"Well, the citizens certainly wasted no time to evacuate the town at least," Chrom accepted, running towards a collapsed building and spearing a Risen swordsman to the hilt with Falchion.

"There could be others, trapped perhaps. And the scouts did report a dragon. We'll have to be on guard."

Groaning in fatigue, Chrom looked around before kicking the corpse off his sword hand and slowly sheathed his blade. Gesturing for the others to follow, he scrambled through the rubble in search of a body or at least a sign of one.

"You two go on, comb the area! We won't leave a single villager trapped while we can help it!" Lucina and Frederick nodded, the latter slightly more hesitant as they split up and sprinted towards other buildings.

Lucina spotted an purple glow, recognizing it as one of those new enemies. This one seemed to be an archer, and seeing it drawing a bead on her, charged straight for it.

"Hyah!" Lucina cried, ducking under the arrow effortlessly before pulling out her own bow, letting loose two arrows in rapid succession, pinning both the arms of the archer against the wall. Having half a mind to leave it there, Lucina drew Falchion as she slowly walked towards it for a clean finish, scanning her surroundings for any ambushes.

"This is no Risen. What are these new enemies?" she wondered, slicing the air right in front of the archer as she reared back to strike.


Seeing tracks that resembled a beast of some sort, Frederick immediately followed them to a boulder where the tracks seemed to stop. Clearly too big for any animal to hide under, he pried his large hands underneath the mass and began to lift. He wasn't sure if there was anyone under the rubble, but he would follow Chrom's orders to the letter. Struggling for a moment, Frederick realized he was Frederick and not some mere mortal before heaving the multiple-ton rock nearly twenty feet behind him. To his amusement, there indeed was a child underneath the rock, hauled up in a fetal position and whimpering to himself.

"And another one joins the fray," Frederick chuckled to himself, helping the boy to his feet.

He had pure white hair and wore a plain blue handkerchief around his neck. His armor seemed very foreign in appearance, and-

Armor? Why? What use would a child need for armor?

The black and grey along with blue highlights struck a familiar chord, Frederick noted.

"Wait a minute... I've seen this style of plate before..."

Without any reason, the boy yelped as he jumped out of Frederick's reach, running towards the nearest fallen building. Sighing, Frederick jogged alongside him, noting Lucina firing off her bow before unsheathing Falchion. Incidentally, the boy ran towards the same building Lucina's archer was pinned to. Turning around, Frederick noticed how the interesting set of tracks that led to the boulder did not have another set leaving that area. It was as if...


"It looks like Lady Corrin!"


Oh. That makes a lot of sense, Frederick realized.


Lucina sighed in satisfaction as her blade embedded itself through the archer's neck, through the wall, and clean out the other side. Flexing her arm to extract it, she struggled to pull it out even when she leaned her whole body into it.

"What the hell?" she wondered aloud. Tugging again, she let go of Falchion as it lay stuck in the wall, her own body flying back from her strength. Shaking her head, she kicked the hilt, confused beyond reason as her sword was unable to be retrieved.

Suddenly, the wall exploded in a cloud of smoke and noise as Falchion flew out, slicing the air next to Lucina with a swoosh before bouncing off the stones and clattering next to her.

"I think I found that dragon," Lucina called out with a sigh, coughing out dust and readying her sword at whatever happened to cause the explosion.

A sleek grey leg stepped into view, followed by three more. While horse like in appearance, the legs resembled nothing like the body, which was lizard like with a wicked tail. The head had no features, but its antlers seemed to be made of steel itself and were perfectly capable in spearing her body like an animal. Realizing it too late, Lucina was forced to take the brunt of the creature's attack as it lunged toward her, its tail hitting like a club and cracking the swordsman's ribs as she flew back from the impact.

"Co-Corrin! W-what are you..."

Lucina coughed, holding her chest as she struggled to breathe.

"That sword hurts... Mama... Make it go away!" The dragon said quietly, almost in a childlike voice. It sounded nothing like Corrin...

"Uh, Father! Frederick! A little help!" Lucina called out, struggling to get to her feet and bolting off, dragon in pursuit.


Corrin scanned her surroundings, her vision perfectly fine for once. As opposed to shifting to a dragon with her dragonstone, turning without holding the object in her hand made her lose her sense of clarity and focus, forcing her to more primal instincts. It would take a lot for her to make her lose her cool this far in though, like something as wrenching as Mikoto's death. But strangely enough, the adrenaline of this battle and carnage was having her seeing red.

Morgan. He took her from me!

Corrin shook it off. Something about that girl triggered some instinctual emotion within her. All of a sudden she had rampaged, almost killing Robin in the process. Was that because of Morgan's disappearance this morning? Was that what was causing her to become so jumpy?

It probably did, Corrin guessed. She hadn't felt this angry since... ever, really.

She would've been like that for a while, if not for when Robin placing his hand on her. It was if she just woken up from a dream and found herself still in it, but fully aware. That touch... It was through that action that she felt her senses return and a tingling feeling on her head where Robin placed his hands.

And then it faded, leaving Corrin and the dragon clashing once more. Running off, she splattered a bunch of horses and Risen into the dirt as she made her way to the town, not sparing a moment to give in to her predatory instincts.

"They said there's another dragon there that looks like me..." Corrin reminded herself. There were too many coincidences for this to be by chance. Who else could share her power but someone like her?

Like her children?

Shaking the theoretical notion out of her head, she raced even faster, her legs galloping as the town grew ever closer. Smoke and dirt flew from one of the buildings suddenly, and she saw three tiny figures racing away, followed by...

A piercing scream that was too hollow to be human filled the air.

"So they were telling the truth," Corrin realized, seeing a split image of her draconic self. Then again, the only time she saw herself in dragon form was in Azura's water reflection, so even now the entity was very foreign to her.


Seeing Corrin in the distance, Chrom grabbed Lucina and ran towards the dragon, all the while evading blows from the other one. Scrambling in a zig-zag pattern, the wild dragon scattered both rocks and Risen out of his path as he chased the three Ylisseans.

"I swear to Naga if this is Corrin and Robin's son," Chrom complained, "We aren't getting out of this alive."


Robin followed Corrin at a distance, making sure there weren't any Risen or Specters on his path to rescue.

"Morgan, stick close," Robin ordered, extending his hand, which was bleeding from the stunt he pulled earlier.

"Mom almost killed you!" Morgan yelled, fearing for her dad's life moreso than her prospective mother.

"She's not your herself apparently," Robin sighed, slowing down his run when Corrin and the three warriors changed directions suddenly. Morgan frowned, disappointment lining her face. "You saw what she did."

"I bet you were excited! Even... even if... she has anger issues. Oh, you're one of those guys, aren't you!"

"I can't really respond to that," Robin replied with a frown. "But, looks like we found your mom."

"Whoa."

"If you have a problem with this, don't tell me," He added with a whisper. Morgan smiled coyly at his sudden determination, nodding along.

"I don't mind at all. She's awesome."

"Still, mission comes first. Still got the stone?"

Morgan quickly nodded and feeling the Dragonstone in her pocket, she winced and recoiled her hand immediately.

"This thing is super hot. I can feel it through my robes and I'm pretty sure I have burns on my hip now from it," The teen complained, rubbing said thigh gingerly.

"You'll be alright. We just need to get to Chrom and the rest before-" Robin gasped when he saw the second dragon, which tossed Corrin's form aside in its pursuit of Lucina and Chrom. Frederick was holding onto his tail but not slowing it down much.

"What the hell, there's two of them!?" Robin asked aloud, wondering how to to take it down.

"What's Corrin's weakness?" Morgan asked, twirling her Levin sword as she ran faster. "Maybe that thing has the same?"

"She has none, aside from a lack of sharp intuition and instinct when shifted." Morgan frowned at this news, but still held her head determined.

"This dragonstone, if it didn't work on me... Do you think..." Robin started, trying to retrace his memories to how dragonstones worked. Morgan caught on, the realization striking her as well.

"But a dragon that similar to Corrin... could they be related?"


Corrin found herself in human form, with Azura standing over her protectively.

"Hey," the princess coughed, smiling weakly. She made the effort to rise, but Azura poked her back down with the butt of her spear.

"Corrin, you are beyond injured. Not to mention you forgot your dragonstone in the tent. I don't think we should risk any more injury than what we've got-" She sighed as Corrin got up anyway. Running by was Chrom, only a few hundred meters away. That other dragon was not too far behind.

"We'll be fine. Besides, look around! In times like these, Azura, especially when we know what's at stake. That dragon..."

"Is going to kill the rest of your future family?" Azura replied, offering her arm as a crutch for Corrin. Without her dragonstone, Corrin couldn't help but feel very nauseated after shifting from her draconian form.

"I can't let that happen."

"Well come Lady Corrin, we need to catch up."

"Right."

Running alongside her best friend, Corrin struggled to keep up as the wood line came closer and closer. She began to see tents, along with the rest of the Shepherds cleaning up the area as Chrom and Frederick made set to duel the dragon that shared her form. Robin and Morgan were running too, the former unarmed but just as determined as his daughter.

Something ate at her. That same feeling that came before moments before an arrow would strike her, or before a blow too heavy to be blocked came flying in.

"I'm going to shift."

"I know."

"Stand back."

"No."


Chrom, finally making it to the wood line of the Shepherd camp winced in fatigue as his breath caught up with him. Frederick had valiantly slowed down the dragon but not for long, and if he were to remain in one piece, Chrom needed to recover quickly. Setting Lucina down by the trees, he drew Falchion and pointed it at the dragon just a stone's throw away.

"Corrin wasn't much help... Guess I'll have to take you down, whatever you are." Chrom twirled the Dragon's bane expertly before getting in a stance, the dragon focusing on him instead of the slightly-out of breath Frederick.

"Where... is Mama..." the dragon whimpered, crying invisible tears as it tended to its numerous abrasions. Chrom stepped forward slightly, and the dragon instinctively reared on its hind legs and roared, causing the Prince to stagger as the dragon-child made its final charge.

"I didn't wanna do this," Chrom sighed, running forward as well with Falchion extended to kill.

50 feet. The dragon didn't seem like it was going to back down from this joust.

30 feet. Chrom sped up his sprint, getting ready to take out the dragon with one stroke. If he didn't? He was dead, and Lucina as well.

20 feet. Frederick realized what was happening and chased after Chrom.

10 feet. The dragon lowered his head, antlers turning into a deadly plow.

5 feet! Chrom held in his breath as he prepared to time his jump over the-

Chrom grunted in shock as he felt a black cloak tackle him to the ground, but not before said party was gutted through the stomach by the dragon's antlers. Robin was tossed aside like leaves in a tornado as he rolled multiple times over in the dirt, finally stopping on his back.

"What the... Robin!"

"Looks like... it got... me. Too slow-"

The slow thumps of the dragon's footsteps shook the ground, and Chrom turned to see the creature bent over his tactician.

Spitting out blood, Robin laughed weakly as he once again felt a dragon's claw around his neck. Chrom screamed his name as he scrambled towards the unarmed tactician, before being tossed aside by the dragon's tail. Robin stared upwards, a weak smile on his face as tears and blood mixed on his dirty chin.

"Recog...nize me?" the tactician asked in a hoarse whisper. Extending his hand, the dragon looked in confusion as his bloodied digits brushed upon his face.

"You're not... Mama," the dragon whimpered back.

Robin pulled out the Dragonstone, the heat burning his fingers as he placed it on the creature's head. Nothing happened at first, but then the dragon winced, the human within gaining consciousnesses for the first time since shifting.

"It's going to be alright, I'm h-here... Papa's... here," Robin assured, smiling in pain as he saw the dragon dissipate in a blinding ball of purple energy before the silhouette of a boy was seen. He had black and grey armor, just like her, and instead of a blue cape, he wore the same cloth around his neck as a bandanna. He had bright white hair just like Morgan and himself, but instead of red eyes like his prospective mother...

They were that greyish brown. Sumia called it hazel. Lissa said they were more beige.

Just like his.

And with that realization, Robin laughed as his hand fell from the boy's chest, and everything faded to black.

If he listened just a bit closer, he could hear Corrin screaming his name as well.


Day ?


Robin awoke in the medical tent, wincing as he felt his bandaged gut.

"Those holes aren't going to be easy to patch up," Corrin said as she stared down Robin with a glare. Robin closed his eyes, smiling as he sank deeper into his bed.

"Are you talking about the ones in my stomach," he asked, "Or the ones in my cloak?"

"You know how much I like that cloak," Corrin whined. "And I like its owner even moreso. But I almost lost him today."

"Tragic," Robin coughed. Corrin scowled back.

"I'm... serious. I know it's not like me to be so vague with my emotions... but I don't know what I felt when I watched you getting impaled. I just know that I never want to feel that pain again."

"Neither do I, but-"

"Robin..."

"I know," Robin laughed, enjoying Corrin's company. "How are you holding up? You got tossed back there."

"You're one to talk."

"I'm the one asking questions here, Commander," Robin ordered. "That armor's not hiding any bruises, hm?"

"A couple broken rips. Better off than you, at least."

"Plenty of room on the cot," Robin suggested, moving over before realizing his implications. However, the notion flew over Corrin's head as she settled right next to him, letting out a very pained sigh.

"If I fall asleep, don't blame me."

"I might join you, come to think of it..."

"..."

"..."

"Day 201, evening, if you're curious."

"Not even a full day wasted. Very nice."

Corrin started to play with Robin's hair, causing the tactician to squirm in contentment.

"He has a sharp mind, minus the horns." Robin attempted, laughing at his own pun as he rubbed his stomach gingerly.

"His name's Kana, if you're interested," Corrin offered, hoping to distract the tactician from the pain in his chest. "He told me all about me, and I'm thinking he's from the future, just like Morgan and everyone else. Kana. My... son."

"Kana."

"He's sorry, you know."

"...You have good taste," Robin attempted, coughing and wincing at the pain. "In names, I mean." Corrin laughed lightly as she retracted her hand, looking at the tactician seriously.

"...And perhaps in husbands," Corrin muttered quietly.

"What?"

"I said that maybe... despite the horrible future that happens, maybe I made one right choice: being with you."

Robin's eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm sure you played some part in that aspect," she added.

"Wait, you're implying that maybe-" Robin's worried and fatigued face melted into a warm smile, uncontrollably mirroring a slightly more bashful Corrin. The princess nodded slowly, noting Robin's blush.

"I'm willing to give it a shot, and not just for Morgan and Kana's sake," Corrin began, "The truth is, you're the most-"

"No." Robin stated flatly, struggling to a sitting position. Corrin frowned and stuttered at Robin's sudden outburst.

"W-what?"

"You are going to hog all the glory if you keep going," Robin whined, "I want a chance to say stuff too."

"Oh. You... had me worried there." Corrin scratched her neck awkwardly, her heart skipping more than a few beats from that scare.

Robin breathed deeply, before continuing.

"Lady Corrin, from the moment I met you, my intrigue has slowly turned to friendship to admiration to respect and a desire to protect you... I may be the tactician of this army but I want to make the brash choice in... in... Ugh. That sounded so much better in my head. You should probably..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."


C


"That sounded better in your head?"

"What you just heard: it never happened."

"I didn't hear a thing."

Corrin laughed, stretching out her torso and wincing at the numerous cracks that her spine gave.

"So, fall for my charms yet?" Robin asked hopefully.

"Head over heels."

"So now what. We can't really do things traditionally at this point."

"You know, a lot of books I read in Nohr were romance novels. I have pretty high expectations no matter what, Commander."

"So, keep to the cliches. Got it."

"I certainly won't mind," Corrin admitted. "I like them."

"Uh... But we still have two kids and no idea how to-"

"Should we just start from the beginning? This just... happened without any warning. Sure, we've developed feelings over a while, but..."

"We're going on a date then once we recover," Robin declared, his mind still sharp. "We'll plan on a place and a time. Chrom'll babysit the kids."

"Uhh... So... we're a thing now?" He was interrupted by Morgan and Kana running through the medical tent doors, outmaneuvering Lissa and hugging their mother and father, the latter with less intensity.

"YES! Dad asked Mom out!" Morgan yipped, high-fiving Kana and giving a thumbs-up to her dad.

"Nah, Mama did all the work!" Kana interjected, hugging Corrin and falling onto the bed. Morgan jumped on the bed as well, nuzzling against her mother with awkward love. Another figure came in, who Robin recognized as Chrom.

"Good news travels fast," The prince stated grandly, nodding to both tactician and princess, along with the two children by their side.

"You were listening in the whole time, cheater," Corrin giggled, shooing the Exalt outside.

"Fine. Remember, Robin, I'm expecting some bullion from you! I predicted this!" With that, Chrom left.

"Did he really?" Corrin asked, surprised.

"Yes. He did."