Morgan was laughing as he was able to deflect yet another attack from Lucina, who had decided to ask him to train with her due to also being of the future (even though they knew that the possibility of them being from different futures was there) and also because of them being two of the very few Shepherds willing to participate in training.

"You had better watch out!" He taunted, holding his tome out in preparation to attack. Yes, it was unfair that Lucina was using a sword whilst he was fighting with magic, but the future princess was doing well enough at dodging his attacks.

Unfortunately, just as he went to carry out his attack…

"Father!" Lucina was quick to notice Chrom upon his arrival, and briskly pushed past Morgan to go and see him. "So, have you found them?"

The young tactician ran over to him then, hearing his comrade's question regarding his parents. His eyes were open eagerly to know if there was any sign of them in camp. Chrom noticed it, and was quick to respond. "Well… They're both in camp, but… By the sounds of things, getting caught in the storm yesterday has actually made Frederick come down with some sort of illness. Robin has decided to look after him herself."

Hearing that made Morgan's eyes grow even wider than they were, before he tucked his tome into his coat and quickly turned to Lucina. "I'll be back to train in a minute… I need to see if father is okay!" And with that, he began to run to the opposite side of camp, to where he knew that his parents had been staying. He had only just been able to meet his father, and now he was ill?!

Despite the fact that it was still raining and was also rather cold, he still picked up the speed to try and see if Frederick was okay. He just wasn't expecting to slip in mud just outside their tent, and crash into the ground with a loud thud. "Ouch!"

The sound of the boy falling managed to suddenly distract Robin and Frederick from their small conversation which they were having, and they exchanged confused glances. The woman wasn't aware of anyone other than possibly Chrom and Lissa roaming the camp, so she had absolutely no idea as to who it could have been, so she slowly walked towards the tent's entrance. "Just give me a second..."

Opening the flap of the tent, Robin then noticed Morgan lying upon the floor, struggling to pull himself up. It looked as though her son was hurt, so she knelt down beside him and took hold of his arms to help him sit up. "Morgan… What on earth were you doing?" she inquired, but shook her head afterwards. "Hey, Frederick? It was Morgan! It looks as though he has slipped in the mud… Should I-"

"We don't have to keep the act up around Morgan, Robin." Suddenly, there was a firm hand placed on the young tactician's shoulder, and he quickly looked up and noticed Frederick stood there.

Robin sighed, and helped Morgan up to his feet. "Well, if you insist…"

"Mother? Father? What's going on?..."

"We'll explain inside our tent. We don't want anyone to realise that your father isn't actually ill..." The couple quickly pulled their son inside, just as he gave them both a highly confused look. Robin then laughed at his face, just as she gestured for him to sit down so that she could take a look at his leg, due to it being his leg which stopped him from getting up without help just outside.

Morgan did as Robin wanted him to, before he looked over at Frederick with concern. "So… You're not ill, father?… Then… Why was Chrom told that you were?"

"Easy. We both realised last night that since your younger self was born, neither of us have spent much time with one another, so we're making up for some of that time now. Plus, your mother insisted upon replacing all of my meals with bear meat if I didn't do this." Frederick seemed a slight bit bothered when he mentioned the part about the bear meat, but he seemed extremely proud when he mentioned the younger Morgan.

The teenager smiled when he heard that, before laughing. "I guess that I am quite a handful then, just like mother!"

"Excuse me?!" Robin rapidly grabbed hold of a tome, and exchanged glances between her husband and son. "A handful?!" Morgan then pointed at Frederick, the grin fading from his face slightly. Robin holding a tome with a face like thunder was actually terrifying to him, he had never seen her like that before.

Frederick sighed, before shaking his head. "Don't we have more… pressing matters to attend to?" He nodded towards Morgan's leg then, and then frowned. "Because really, Morgan should be with the others, training..."

Robin then dropped the tome, before she then began to laugh. "You're still explaining about me being a handful once Morgan goes back…" It took her a few minutes to tend to her son's leg, and following that, she helped him up to his feet. Then came the stern glare. "Right… I need you to promise me something, Morgan. If any word gets out that your father and I are shirking our responsibilities just for today, you will be held fully accountable, okay?"

"Y- Yeah… So… I guess that I will see you both tomorrow then?..." The young tactician then stood up, laughing awkwardly as he quickly walked to the tent's exit. "Anyway, I'm so glad that you're actually okay, father! Haha, see you!"

"As if…" Robin lay half-asleep, fumbling to grasp hold of Frederick's hand. "You're my husband… I wouldn't let you wonder out into danger in a way such as that..." She then finally was able to take hold of him, before she closed her eyes. "You're staying by my side whilst in Valm… And if not alongside me, most certainly alongside Chrom or Morgan..."

"And if I were to say no?"

"I know at least two dark mages who could make you change your mind without you even realising..."

Frederick rolled his eyes at Robin's insistence that he were not to stay at the direct front lines the entire time in which they were to be in Valm, but he knew not to go against her word too much, seeming as she was the tactician after all. He pulled her closer to him, before pulling some blankets around her tightly. She was shivering, and wasn't wearing much besides that. "Fine then… I will stay by your side… Unless, of course, there is a drastic need for me with the others."

"Obviously..."

The sound of people walking around outside, going about their daily business whilst they were lying down together seemed… Strange for Robin. Normally, she would be out there with them… But this time was probably the only exception. "If you happen to be so tired, Robin, why don't you sleep?" She was cut off from her thoughts by her husband's voice. "Come on, you clearly need to rest."

She grunted quietly, before she grasped hold of his other hand. "We are putting on an act so that we can spend time together… I'm not sleeping though this one day which we have managed to wrangle out!" The tactician then pulled Frederick closer to her by the shirt in a rather brusque manner, narrowing her eyes as she did so. "Don't expect me to go to sleep until at least lunch time, understand?..." After that, she carefully released her grasp and then smiled gently. "Though… I may change my mind through a little persuading..."

"Robin, please, you're too tired-"

"Pegasus dung."

"What?!"

"I'm not tired, that's pegasus dung. And don't act shocked… You said the exact same thing over my amnesia when we first met, Freddy Bear..." Robin then laughed as her hand trailed his face gently, and she leaned in and kissed Frederick gently. "I'm not as polite and obedient as I make out to be… And the same can go for you!"

Frederick then took his turn to laugh. "I wasn't shocked at the use of the phrase, it was more shock through you grinning from ear to ear as you said it…" That then made Robin laugh even more. He always focussed upon her smile, didn't he? In over two years… There hasn't been a day where he doesn't mention it. Frederick had probably never let her telling him to smile go.

There was then a silence between the two for a few minutes, with Robin trying to make herself as comfortable as she could beside her husband. They both savoured this time alone which they had, and nothing made them want to ever leave it… Except maybe if they were with their young child, that was. But alas, he was still in Ylisse, hundreds of miles away…

Without even realising it though, Robin was quick to then fall asleep, despite what she had been previously saying about not going to sleep until much later. So much for spending time together…

"Look at it! Burning down! Hah… Just like the hopes of a future..." The woman who was speaking – a nameless woman – was laughing at the city before her, brought to the flame at the hands of some of her companions. She had vague recollections of some memories past, but she was completely unsure on as to how they were able to fit in together. Either way, she simply did not care. After all… 'What is in the past should stay in the past' was a phrase which she commonly said.

She had a tome in her hand, quite evidently dark magic. Powerful at that. Anyone who even dared hide from her would be met with a blast from it, their bloody corpses being the only remnants. Not even children had been spared from this fate. By her side was a sword, being saved for her 'specially selected' targets. The people she could recognise from her very few memories.

"Master… We have been able to clear a path to where you requested to go..." The voice of one of her loyal followers rang out from before her, making her smirk. Everything was working out to her plan. Soon… She would have what she came here for.

With a small cackle, she nodded before opening her tome. "Good… I appreciate your effort. Now, leave my sight. Permanently." Within seconds, the charred remains of the messenger lay before her, prompting screams from nearby. Obviously some more locals hiding. They had to be removed from the picture. "No use in hiding… You will all meet the same fate!" Another large blast was fired, and what was left afterwards was nothing but the sound of flames crackling.

She didn't care if she killed, nor did she care if she carried out a massacre, the likes of which never seen before. The woman only had her one aim, everything else was irrelevant.

"Hey! The hell is up with you?! You've changed-!" A sudden voice from behind made the woman laugh, and she was quick to turn around as a lance narrowly caught the sleeve of her outfit. "Quit the crap, and fight me instead of hurting these people!"

"Impressive. You're about the closest anyone has ever got to killing me… I have to congratulate you at that. But I have come here for something, and I shall be leaving with it once I am done with you..." She then pulled out her sword, and began to laugh. "It has been a while since I've used my sword..."

The person who she was fighting was most definitely in her memories… One of her earlier memories too. As a matter of fact, she even had a name for her opponent. However, she couldn't rack her brain for it. After all, what would it matter? One of them would be dead once this fight was over… And she had no intention of it being her.

The lance was suddenly thrust towards her again, but she was able to block it with a quick movement of her arm. It was only an iron lance, so in comparison to her silver sword, it was nothing. The lance continued to be threw at her for another few minutes, and all that she could do was smirk as every single hit was blocked. "Damn it! Just die already!"

"Why die, when I could conquer?"

"You aren't the woman I knew! The woman we knew! Why can't you stop with this crap and come back to us?!"

"Because the woman you knew is dead… And now you are too!" She rose her sword, watching as her opponent went into a defensive stance with the lance, by holding it in front of their chest. She never aimed for the chest though, so the action was pointless. In a matter of seconds, the challenger's neck was slashed at, and there was blood coating the weapon within a matter of seconds. "Have fun with your friends in death… Sully."

The cavalier's body limply fell down to the ground then, and the lance rolled out of her hand towards the woman's feet. Another person was out of the way, and she was one step closer to getting what she wanted. And the building just ahead had exactly that…

Slowly, she paced towards the building, a smirk growing wide upon her face. There were no signs of life nearby. Chances were, if there were any survivors, they were either hiding where she was planning to go, or they had long fled to elsewhere. "I wonder whether a fight will be put up here..."

And what a surprise, once she blasted down the door, she was being expected. Well, it was quite evident that she was heading there next, it was the only place which was currently unscathed within the town. She remembered the place well from her memories too… A secret palace within Ylisse. From what she had heard, some of the Ylissean royal family and a few of their compatriots had fled there once she began to cause chaos within the continent.

One of these people were her target… The only person who she needed alive, basically.

"Petty… You protect him, but you know that you will lose your life in doing so! Silly, isn't it? Now, why don't you run off whilst I get what I need?"

"Forget it… You are not my master, so don't talk to me like that! I will stop you!" Now that voice was just as familiar as the one before… No. It was far too familiar… A voice which, to her, had spoke to her upon a daily basis… "You are not going to take him! You are not going to hurt him! Leave before I kill you!"

She swung her sword around, in a position poised for battle. "I do not care as to what you say… I will do as I wish, and if you forfeit your life in the process, so be it!" The flames from nearby were slowly approaching as the other person pulled out their weapon, and the woman smirked. If she were unable to kill him… The flames would.

"You have one chance! Stop this immediately, and I can spare you! Please… Morgan needs his mother! And I need you, Robin!"

"Shut up and die, Frederick!"

Robin screamed as she suddenly bolted up, shaking her head sobbing as her commonly experienced nightmare ran through her head. As she struggled to steady her breathing, her hands were suddenly grabbed hold of.

"Mother! Calm down! It's okay, you're awake now!"

"M- Morgan?!" Robin shakily noticed her son sat beside her, giving her a concerned look with wide eyes as he tried to keep a firm grasp of her hand. "Wh- Where is-?!"

Frederick quickly placed his free hand upon her shoulder, and then tightened his hold of her hand. "Don't worry, I'm right here…"

It took a few minutes for Robin to be mostly brought back to her senses after that, and Morgan looked down at his hands as her tears had been quelled. "I'm… Sorry, mother..." He then noticed that she was giving him a confused look, so he had to explain why he was apologising. "Whilst you were asleep… You got all hot and sweaty, and you were muttering to yourself… Both me and father were really worried, so I had to tell someone that you needed help, because you weren't waking up… And I blew your act over father being ill..." Suddenly, once he had finished explaining, he burst out crying and hugged Robin tightly. "I'm so sorry, mother! I know that you wanted time alone with father but I ruined it!"

"Don't be silly!" The two adults then shouted at the same time, before Frederick hugged them both.

"I was having a nightmare, Morgan… It had absolutely nothing to do with you, okay?… The only thing which happened to do with you was your father protecting you in the dream, okay?" She never mentioned the part about her trying to kill Frederick whilst he was protecting him from her. "An all too familiar nightmare also…"

"… Morgan, go and tell everyone that she is awake." Frederick suddenly put on his stern voice as he spoke then, making their son feel more inclined than he wanted to be to do as he said. Once he had left, Frederick frowned as he ran his hand through her hair. "Right… I know that you may not want to… But I want you to tell me what happened in the nightmare. I… Heard you mutter something about death quite a few times… Not to mention a few names… Please, Robin..."

"O- Okay then..."

"… Gods, your parents are pyromaniacs, kid." The first words which Gaius had ever spoke to Morgan ever since the boy had joined the army, and it just had to be him pointing that out. "Next time your mother tries to set the ocean on fire… Tell her to be careful of the goods. The sweet goods, I mean. All my candy has got all sticky in my pockets!"

Raising an eyebrow at the candy thief, Morgan couldn't help but express his confusion. "Um… Sure thing..." And this man was one of his mother's closest friends, apparently. But then again… It wasn't every day that you witnessed the entire ocean be set alight like that. Nor did you ever see a man who got paid in candy exclusively…

"… I'm fine. I am sure that I can cope with this, okay? We can go home once this is over, and hopefully, it will be over quickly." The young tactician turned around upon hearing Robin's voice, and noticed her talking to his father and also Lissa. It was obvious that she was being asked as to whether she could cope… but he had no idea as to why they were asking that. He was aware of her panic at seeing blood at times, but not much else. Maybe something else had happened that he wasn't aware of?

Either way… The boy still listened in to the conversation.

"But what about your fath-?!"

Robin bit her lip before cutting off the Ylissean princess. "… I don't really want to think about him, Lissa… Something about him… Well, it got my defences up anyway. King of Plegia or not, I don't exactly trust him… He was involved in the first assassination attempt on Emmeryn the other year, after all…"

That was his grandfather they were talking about… But he's the king of Plegia?… That would make his mother a princess… Would that mean he – well, his younger self – happened to be a prince then?

Those thoughts were quickly shaken off though, as he heard more talking. "Anyway, I agree with Robin. I hope that this war is over quickly. I would much rather be in Ylisse, watching our son grow up. He needs his parents, and so does the young princess Lucina… I have no doubt that you would be wishing to be at home too, princess."

"Yeah… I miss Ylisse a lot. I mean, it's so warm there! And here, at sea?… It's too cold!"

"Are you wishing to stay near my horse again, to stay warm?"

"That was two years ago, Frederick! Geez! You're just as bad as Chrom!"

"Hah, you two bring the perfect comedy relief to all the seriousness as of late..." Robin chuckled, before she became aware of Morgan listening in to the conversation due to him casting glances at the trio whilst grinning. "And I have a feeling that Morgan agrees!"

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