So, this chapter is... quite a bit shorter than normal. And I apologise for that. I won't go into it here, but I'll explain at the end of the chapter!

Morgan was half asleep, and Frederick was sat beside him with a smile upon his face. It was actually… nice to spend time with his son like this. Perhaps it would be worth spending time with Morgan like this once the younger Morgan began to grow old enough to walk and talk properly… It made it feel much better at the fact that it was a sunny day, and there was a light breeze brushing through the trees, alongside the people stood amongst the trees… Then Frederick froze.

People amongst the trees?… That wasn't right, there wasn't people before...

Morgan had also become more alert then, and had stood up just after his father had done too. "Can… You sense it too, father?… Something isn't… right."

The next few moments seemed to be stuck in slow motion to them both as everything happened. A wave of arrows had suddenly flew towards them, and Frederick was unable to react. It wasn't often that he was able to not respond to an act of aggression such as that one.

Morgan, however, did react… By jumping into the path of the arrows which were going to hit his father. Out of a few dozen arrows, only one had hit Frederick, and that was in his foot. All of the others… were either jammed into a wall, were stuck in the ground, or lodged into the teenager's body. Both of them were covered in blood.

Seconds later, Morgan fell limply backwards into Frederick, barely conscious. Despite the excruciating pain that he was in… he was smiling. It was a smile reminiscent of Robin's. "A- Ahaha… Don't… Don't worry about me… F- Father..." Blood poured from the young tactician's mouth as he coughed, and that was followed by a painful groan. "At least… I- I'm with you...A- As I pass… Knowing that… I- I saved you, and… The… Y- Younger me… still has his father..."

The knight was shaken and wide-eyed. "No… Don't say that Morgan… D- Don't you dare speak like that, do you understand?!" Moments later, he gulped and looked around frantically. There were windows to the barracks open… "R- Robin!" He was hoping with all of his that his wife had heard him through one of the open windows… It hurt too much seeing Morgan in so much pain…

The teenager coughed up a bit more blood, before shakily taking hold of Frederick's hand. "F- Father… C- Could you… Could you tell… Mother… A- And Lucina… That… I… Love th- them?..." His breathing was getting less frequent now…

Indoors, Robin was confused after hearing Frederick's shout. Chrom had instantly dismissed her from the tactics meeting which they were in, simply because of how pained the cry had been. She knew that Frederick had gone outside with Morgan, so that was her first port of call.

Quietly, she pushed the door outside open, and was instantly hit by a wave of warmth. It sure was a sunny day… But everything good had a cost, was her next thought.

The ironic smell in the air was next to hit her, and almost instantly she came over all nauseated. "B- Blood. But… Why would there be-" She froze. Frederick's hysterical yell… The smell of blood in the air… "Frederick?!" She began to run after that, along the wall of the barracks so that she could try and locate her husband and son. A tree root had ended up making her trip up on the way, but that didn't stop her from jumping right back up and continuing to run.

As she turned a corner to get to the wall at the opposite side of the barracks, she froze to the spot as she saw a scene which was on par with her nightmares, in regards to how bad it was. Frederick was pale and limping as he held a bloody Morgan in his arms, and his hands were noticeably shaking. Arrows covered quite a bit of what she could see…

Forget it being on par, this was worse than her nightmares.

"Oh gods, F- Frederick… don't tell me that he..."

"Morgan… H- He is only just a- alive..."

Robin stared into the wall that night, still in a state of shock over what had happened. "He… Jumped in the way..." She muttered, her eyes looking dry due to her having not blinked for a good minute or so. "He's… dying..." Her hands were wavering as she brought them up to her mouth as she began to cry. "He's fifteen, he's still a child, Frederick! Why would they target you both?!"

Frederick couldn't respond as he embraced her, feeling her tears fall against his shoulder as he stroked her hair. The knight hadn't spoke since he was ordered to explain what had happened to Morgan and himself, and it was understandable. The thing is, he had a particular thought stuck in his head all of that day… He must have been followed from Plegia. Obviously under Validar's orders. The conversation which he had with the Plegian king… His wife's father… just two days before still rung in his head, and the words from afterwards almost stung.

'I can not believe that my daughter married such a vile Ylissean! If I had given her the upbringing that her mother denied her, then she would have married somebody who at least had Grimleal values! Disgusting! I would like to hope that he dies before she even considers having a family with such a man!'

Validar didn't know about Morgan… Yet. But if he were to hear that a future son of Robin's had saved his life, and had called him father… Then their son in Ylisstol would be at risk.

After hearing Robin's sobs for a few more minutes, he could no longer keep his thoughts inside his head. "… They weren't targeting us both… Your father wants me dead. They were after… me."

That made Robin freeze, before letting out another choked sob. "I… I should check on how Morgan is… Brady should have finished tending to his injuries now..." Not even giving Frederick a chance to beg her to stay put whilst she calms down, she then stood up and ran out of the room that they were in.

Morgan was only recovering in the room next door, but gods, the journey felt like a million miles to the tactician. It was horrible knowing that her son had almost died, and she dreaded seeing the state that he was in…

Upon opening the door though, she noticed that Morgan was lying down on the bed in the room but on the top of the covers, covered in many bandages, presumably with just as many stitched up wounds underneath. He was sleeping… but the person beside him wasn't. Lucina was holding his hand, looking down at the ground. "I knew that coming to the past would come with risks… But I had forgotten the risk of losing you, Morgan… Hearing about what had happened to you… It reminded me of what you almost had done to me back at home..."

Robin didn't want to feel as though she were intruding, but what Lucina had said made it sound as though this Morgan… Was her timeline's Morgan, not from elsewhere as she had previously suggested… It made her want to ask about what she had meant.

"Am… I right in assuming that you are losing sleep over him also?..." Chrom's daughter had noticed Robin stood there before she had even spoke up. Robin didn't even have to reply before Lucina then spoke up again. "And… You are confused as to what I had just said…"

The woman nodded as she walked in, and then went and ruffled the sleeping Morgan's hair. "Yes… You make it sound as though he… He came from your timeline..." Following that, Robin sat down and took hold of the boy's other hand. "Did you hide that from him… And from me and Frederick… Just so it wouldn't worry us?"

Lucina let go of Morgan's hand then, because she had noticed that his hand had suddenly tensed up as she was holding it. "I… I would rather tell you outside… He could wake up at any time..."

"Coooooome on out, Luci! I know you're here and so are all of your friends! Might as well get your fight with dear old Morgan done with as soon as possible!" The young tactician, under the control of Grima, chuckled as he tossed a dagger between his hands."Besides, isn't it better to fall at the hands of a friend, rather than at the hands of your friend's mother and master?!"

The remarks were more than enough to agitate the myrmidon of the group. "You are no friend any more, you fiend!" Owain jumped out from behind the rubble which was keeping him and Cynthia concealed, and brandished his sword before charging. "My sacred blood shall end you here, fiend!"

Morgan was capable of deflecting the sword blow with the dagger, and was quick to pull out his tome and knock Owain back, smirking as he crashed into some of the rubble. "Okay, who is next? I bet that you can't beat me!"

Lucina winced as she noticed the blood trailing down her cousin's forehead, before she turned to Kjelle. "Come on… We should make the next-" Before she could even finish, three more loud crashes were heard – Gerome crashing into a pillar, Nah hitting the ceiling, and Severa landing on the rubble that Owain was propped up against.

"Is that honestly all that you can come at me with?! I knew I was right in assuring master Grima that I could cope with this on my own!" Morgan then kicked at Nah's wing, seeming as she was too weak to return to her more human form, before laughing. "But then again… Your parents were barely capable of putting up fights against my mother!"

"Then what about your father, Morgan?! He died protecting you! And to repay him, you join up with the person who killed him! That is shameful!" Kjelle had finally had enough, and was now poised to fight, Lucina taking up arms alongside their other companions moments later.

Morgan's eyes dulled at those words, before they grew wide. "M- Mother… Killed…" Before he could tear up though, it looked almost as though he was hit over the head, That seemed to snap him back into his trance-like state."You're trying to make me betray my mother! How dare you!" Before he could continue to yell though, he was quickly grabbed hold of and restrained by Inigo and a shaking Yarne.

Cynthia was reduced to a whisper as she helped to pull both Owain and Severa to their feet. "We need to go, and quickly… As soon as Grima realises that we have Morgan..." She ran her finger across her neck. "We're dead..."

So, for the reason behind this chapter being quite a bit shorter... I've been trying to rewrite/re-work this story for the past few days based upon the constructive criticisms and opinions made about it on here. However... I won't be posting the re-worked version on here! Chances are, I'll post that version on Archive of Our Own (that's what it's called, right? I'm a bit too used to just calling it AO3...) Perhaps I will eventually update the chapters on here, but for the time being, the chapters here will remain as they are. Also, I'm probably going to double up the chapters too (chapter 1 and 2 here will just be chapter 1 there) as I re-write. But I don't have an account on there yet, and I have to wait a few days... I'll update my profile when the time comes!

Anyway, despite the length of this chapter (and despite poor, poor Morgan getting hurt, though there is a major plot point that I don't know how to write yet to do with it), I hope it was okay!