Robin and the children walked through Ylisse's square calling for Morgan. "Morgan!" Lucina yelled. "Where are you?"
Robin still clutched baby Marc to her chest when a man jumped in front of her. Startled, Robin stepped back before giving a small smile to the man. "H-Hello sir. How are you this fine day?" she asked trying to sound as calm as possible.
"Forgive me for the interruption, milady. It's not every day you see the Queen herself in town. It's quite the occasion and well I was hoping you'd perhaps take a picture with me?"
Robin couldn't say no to a kind asker. "Of course. But we must make this quick. You see I have to-"Robin was cut off by another women running up to her.
"Will you take a picture with me too ma'am?"
"Uh yes, but you see I-"
"Me too!" "Oh and me!" "Me as well!" Soon Robin was swarmed by many people wanting to see the Queen.
"Lucina! Go find your brother! I'll find you after I get out of this mess!"
"Ok mommy! Come on guys we better hurry," Said the young princess to her friends.
The five children peeked around every corner. They looked under boxes, in trashcans, and even deeper in the alleyways. But there was no Morgan to be seen. Eventually the five children sat on some steps and sighed in union.
"Man, if this was hide and seek I would've given up by now," sighed Kjelle, emphasizing herself.
"Where else haven't we looked Lucina?" asked Laurent.
"Maybe we should check the forest… after all Morgan loves watching the critters that pass through there," shyly whispered Inigo.
No one seemed to hear Inigo as they all kept thinking of where else to look.
"I know. What if we go check the forest? Morgan does love watching the critters that pass through there," said Gerome.
"That's a great idea Gerome!" exclaimed Lucina as she grabbed the boy's hand. "You always know what to do, don't you?"
As Kjelle and Laurent laughed and agreed, Inigo grumbled to himself. He sulkily followed his friends though his eyes never left Gerome and Lucina's hands. "Stupid Gerome…" he muttered.
"SACRED STONES!"
"BINDING BLADE!"
The perky pigtailed girl posed proudly on top of a decently sized rock. Her princely companion made a gallant pose as well right beside the rock.
"This is stupid Cynthia! Why do you get to stand on the rock?!" the boy exclaimed.
"Well duh Owain, I'm the best hero there is so I need to strike my wondrous pose in a wondrous spot!" Cynthia explained as she made another silly pose.
"Who ever said you're the best hero?! I'm WAY more of a better hero then you are, girly-girl!" Owain countered.
"Morgan wouldn't say that if he we're here! He'd say I was the best!" Cynthia yelled.
"No way! He'd agree his good old cousin Owain was the best!"
"Ugh would you to stop. You're hurting my ears with your obnoxious screams…" moaned another pigtail wearing girl sitting on a log a little ways away.
"Sorry Severa," apologized Cynthia. "But Owain is the one telling lies! I'm the best hero there is, right?"
"I don't really care too be perfectly honest. I thought you'd say Morgan would show up?" Severa replied.
"I thought Morgan annoyed you with his clamoring affections. Why do you want to him here if he bothers you so much?" asked Owain.
"I-I- uh… No reason!" Severa snapped as she blushed and quickly turned her head with a small hmpf.
Cynthia and Owain were about to make a sly remark when the three kids heard a sharp crack. It was the recognizable sound of a twig breaking from an incoming attacker. Cynthia had read it in her hero story books.
Severa hurriedly ran to stand behind Cynthia and Owain. "What was that?"
"I don't know. But it's close…" Owain muttered.
Cynthia's eyes darted around warily when she noticed the shaking of leaves in the bush to her right. Not wanting to waste her chance (and also wanting to show Owain up), she grabbed a small rock and chucked it straight at the bush.
"OWW!"
"Wait… is that?"
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR GUYS?! I TOLD YOU I WAS JUST RUNNING BACK HOME TO TAKE A DUMP!"
"Hehe… sorry Brady. We forgot all about you. But you could've saved your head if you had just went in the forest like everyone else does" laughed Owain sheepishly.
"No way! Ma taught me better than that and it's uncivil. Gosh my head hurts. Is it bleeding?" Brady looked at his hand to see no blood.
"Thank goodness you threw a blunt one Cynthia" Brady mumbled.
"Or she just doesn't have the strength of a real hero" laughed Owain.
"HEY! Take that bag you smug prince! Why I outta use my master lance skills on you!" Cynthia barked as she jumped on the boy and pulled on his hair.
"Idiots… here Brady, let me get you something to put on that bump. It probably hurts" said Severa.
"Now that you mention it…" Brady sniffed as tears came to his eyes. "It hurts A LOT! WAAAAH"
"Naga help me" Severa groaned.