"Change your thoughts and you change your world."-Norman Vincent Peale

I immediately thought of ways I could prove I was a special child, although most of them involved moving around more and I wasn't sure if it would strain my body too much. Deciding that I was tired of laying around all day, I wiggled every time I could. My legs weren't powerful enough to support my entire body just yet. I would have to be patient, I knew that fully, but I was a person who could be agitated easily, no matter what sort of calm front I could raise for myself.

Of course, it was always pleasing when my parents came into the room and cooed, in return I would giggle and attempt to say words for them again. I wasn't capable enough to say everything, that was exceptionally clear, but I tried. I tried for them because I felt loved, and their presences calmed me.

It still unnerved me a bit, that I was dead and became a child-a child I wasn't meant to be-but I coped, somehow. When I was left alone, I wondered, what did my original parents think of what happened? No doubt cursing their idiotic child for dying by such unconventional means. Because, for God's sake, I killed myself making food! You couldn't get any more idiotic than that! Or, perhaps they were proud of the accomplishments I made in my relatively short life? I decided on the former.

My parents weren't exactly the most nurturing people after all. They worked for a very high class business company. I used to think they were patient people, what with how they usually had to wait for a month or two for reports, but that image shattered when I almost flunked a tiny math quiz which didn't count for much. Mom was the least patient of them. She'd never really give me the time of day and ignored most of the things I did besides a good image, and good grades. Dad didn't have much to do in my life. He was quiet and went along with whatever Mom said. They forgot my birthday sometimes too. I couldn't really understand how, but they managed it.

Then my younger brother came along. He was just as neglected as I was, but he didn't care all that much. He did whatever he wanted to and I learned from him. It probably should have been the other way around, but I wasn't much of a role model. He made me feel stupid a lot, but that was okay. He was funny, bubbly, and altogether a really good person. I really missed him, and I wondered, was he happy? Was he still smiling? The dark image of him sobbing flashed through my mind like a ghost. Was…. Did he-?

I cut my own train of thought off. That was enough nostalgia. I filled my wandering mind with a bunch of other thoughts, the funnier ones, like what kind of baby food would I eat next? Mashed peas? Apple sauce? Yams?! Or maybe Father would perform some tricks for me! He would play peek-a-boo next and cover his hands with his face, uncover, then make the silliest face! And Mother too! She would tickle me and make me squirm! Mother and Father sure were funny people! They could be their own jesters or something!

Even while I was surrounding myself with happy thoughts, forceful to the point I couldn't tell why I was trying to fool myself. It was useless in the end but I still kept on. I was such a child.

And what could this mean for the future? I would be a burden, a liability. I would be weak. That wasn't what a princess should be, especially since I knew who I was. So, what did I do? Was I going to pity myself or was I actually going to put more effort into my actions? My answer should have been an obvious one, but I didn't have everything figured out yet. I didn't give it a second thought.

I pitied myself.

Nothing seemed as bright. Everything was so contrast before, I could see colours, red, blue, yellow, green. All the shades were there too. I didn't know all the names of colours but I knew they were all there. But after remembering my family, it was all gray. Colours only ranged from white to black.

I was tired all the time now. I didn't want to do anything but sleep and I could tell it unnerved my parents. All my emotions seemed blank. I thought I was going to create a better world? What happened to prodigy Lucina? What happened to my determination? It was kind of like something was taken away from me, though it was quite the opposite. I only remembered. It was always there it's just, I left behind a sibling. I could never forgive myself for that. And if it wasn't enough, mom and dad were always the people with backup plans. Even if I died they would do something so they were always satisfied. They probably made my younger brother go to law school or something. I sympathized, but at least I could say he was living. Still didn't help me though….

I sighed. Everything was being so boring. Nothing exciting happened anymore. Wasn't anyone else going to give me attention? It's not like I actually wanted it, but what I did want was a distraction. I only needed to forget a few things, unpleasant thoughts and all of it. I was considering about climbing out of my crib and moving around the room, but the room was large and I wasn't sure how my parents would take my escape. No doubt concerned for one, maybe Father would be proud, and thus amplifying Mother's worries. But was it all going to be worth it? What would I really accomplish? That I was a troublemaker? That I was smart? What sort of title would I gain? Was there a point? If so, what point could I possibly be missing?

I gave a start when I felt hands wrap around my small frame and lifted me from my crib. My whole body tensed. Under normal circumstances I would have been fine, but I didn't pay attention. I know I shouldn't have been anxious in my own home, but I hadn't interacted with the entire population in the castle. Trust wasn't something I could easily give away to a totally new person who somehow waltzed in here without noise. How could they possibly be so silent?

I released a breath I didn't realise I was holding. I didn't do well with creepy people. Why was I so scared? This part of the game or something, wasn't it supposed to be a time of peace and happy stuff? If so, then why did I feel so scared?

I squirmed in every other direction and shrieked. "Mama! Mama!" I called. I kicked in every other direction and waved my arms like a madman. "Papa!" I couldn't die so young again! I wouldn't have it! Not at all! The future was dangerous but I had new loved ones, and the only way I'd want to die again was if I was protecting one of them.

I heard the door slam open and relaxed a bit. My captor probably noticed too. I wouldn't put it past them. "Lu-! ...cina?" Father's voice carried, starting off as if he was going into a dangerous battle, and ending as though he was dumbly confused.

"I-I-I-I'm so sorry milord! I hadn't anticipated that P-princess Lucina would react so violently!" That wasn't a voice I recognized at all, so it was definitely someone I hadn't met yet. The voice was feminine, and I forced my eyes open so that I could actually see who was holding me. It suddenly felt as if a small breeze had blown on my face. She was really pretty. She had dark, chin length brown hair, hazel eyes, and although she wore the standard house maid uniform (a navy blue, ankle length dress, complete with apron and bonnet) she made it look better on her than most of the other maids I'd seen.

"Papa!" I held out my arms so that it could hopefully come across, I didn't want to be held by the woman. She may have been pretty but that didn't insinuate instant trust. She was a total stranger. I may have been overly paranoid but she could've been an assassin for all I knew.

The woman handed me off to Father almost immediately, something I was extremely grateful for. I smiled when Father bounced me up and down a little, and smiled goofily right back.

He looked at Miss Housemaid and sobered his smile a bit. "Sorry about the trouble. She's not usually like that."

"I-I-It was no tr-trouble at all milord! I should b-be the one to apologize for sc-scaring the Princess…" She trailed off, looking down at her boots, and pointing her fingers together. She must have remembered she was in the presence of royalty, because a moment later, she yelped quietly and looked up again to reveal her red face. All in all, she was almost like the epitome of shyness.

"Right…." Father said awkwardly. I guess he wasn't very talkative with such, uh, introverted people. It made sense. He worked with soldiers, didn't he? Soldiers kind of had to be confident to fight life risking battles. "Well, I guess everything's fine…." He muttered. "Why don't you help the other's in the, uh, dining room?"

"R-right away milord!" She turned red and deeply bowed before scurrying out and round the corner.

Father sighed then looked down at me. "Lucina," He said softly. "why did you react so badly? Do you not like her? She might be shy, but she's one of our best. Just try to get along?"

I giggled and placed my tiny hand on his face. He acted as if I understood, but I suppose he thought I did. But, if Father wanted me to get along, then sure. I'd get along.

I saw Miss housemaid a few times after that, although I think she made it point to avoid me. I overheard a few of the other maids saying how it was disrespectful to not interact with the princess, after all I was a ball of rainbows and sunshine. That's what they said anyway. If they were in a room with me for a few seconds, I think I could get that opinion to change.

But the pretty housemaid was avoiding me and I didn't know how I felt about that. Sure, I enjoyed spending time alone most of the time, I could think to myself and how I would spend the next few years, but I outright knew she was avoiding me and I didn't like that. In my past life I had pretty cool friends, okay acquaintances, but when I heard someone complain about me or say something that might make them think bad of me, I felt bad and sorta lost my smile if I was around them. I never held a grudge against them or anything, but I got insecure.

And then the guilt piled up on me when she came into my room, and ran back out when I glanced at her.

I didn't know who was making this difficult, her or me. On one hand she was unbearably shy and nervous. On the other, I was the one who started it, I wasn't paying attention and I payed the price. I didn't know what I could do to resolve the problem here. I couldn't exactly talk to her properly, I didn't want to freak her out even more. And it wasn't like she would come back into my room anytime soon.

In fact, she didn't come back for four more months. She was so frustrating! I was tired of her avoiding me and I was angry that she wouldn't buck up and try again. Internally, I scoffed. What a coward. Whatever, I could do without one maid. It wasn't like she was important or anything. She was just a wallflower.

I sighed in defeat. There was no point in being angry. I was frustrated with her sure but, I never tried to upset anybody. She just surprised me, but I was just angry with myself and needed a way to vent it all out.

I let out a small squeak when I heard my door open. Not willing to make a mistake like last time, I turned my head to actually see who it was. I was extremely surprised to see the shy housemaid.

"P-Princess Lucina," She mumbled to herself. "I-it's time t-to clean your r-room…" I knew she wasn't saying this for me, but for herself. I wouldn't put it past her. If talking to herself worked up her confidence, then by all means go ahead.

She worked and bustled through every nook and cranny, making sure not a single thing was misplaced. She wiped every piece of dust, and I swear by the end of it the whole place was pearly white and sparkling.

My mouth drooped a bit, taken aback. N-No wonder Father called her one of the best. It was almost ridiculous how well done it all was! There was no way she was human. No way at all.

I quickly saw her move to the door. She couldn't leave after all that! I whined in protest, hoping it would catch her attention and get her over here.

"Sop!" I tried to say. My teeth hadn't come in yet so I couldn't pronounce words properly, but I needed to say something at the very least. "Wai!"

Her eyes widened considerably. I understood, really I did, I freaked her out again. She ran for the door.

"'m sowwy!" I screamed. Tears were filling in my eyes again involuntarily, I really thought I had a better rein on my emotions. I hiccuped and I tried to suppress the following sob. She left already. She left and she didn't hear my apology.

However, I didn't expect to be lifted up. I stopped crying for a bit. What was she…?

"A-apology accepted P-princess Lucina…!" She smiled shyly down at me, and I sniffled. Idiot wallflower, do you know how long I've been sad because of you? I gave a teary smile right back.

She frowned a bit and laid me back down. I protested and moved my limbs but they were too tired. My eyes drooped and I couldn't open them back up.

"Sl-sleep well P-princess…" I heard last before drifting into a deep sleep.

So sorry for not updating in a long time. Distracted by reading and holiday hype, but yeah. Lucina may have been an introverted in her past life but she wasn't as overly introverted as Miss Housemaid. Miss Housemaid is another OC but I want her to have some sort of an impact on Lucina. I think next chapter I'll have things speed up a little bit more. But more importantly…. DID YOU SEE THE TEASER TRAILER FOR THE NEW FIRE EMBLEM!? I am soooooo hyped. I've watched the trailer a few times and 5 times out of 10 I will get chills. I'm so interested. It looks like it has a feudal Japan style mixed with some Roman or Italian. And I can definitely say that I believe I saw a new fighter class. The dancer in the beginning is beautiful, and I absolutely love the trailer music. I don't really want an Avatar system in this game funny enough. The Avatar system was cool and all, but I think it sort of took away from a few of the things in game, like how you could interact with EVERYBODY. It was nice but got kind of tiring after a while. So, yeah. That's my analysis of the new Fire Emblem, and things I'd like. But once I saw the trailer I thought about how I should really work on this fanfic so, praise Nintendo!

Question: What is your happiest memory?

My answer: My happiest memory would probably be when I badly scraped my knees. Weird huh? But it's cause I was with my older brother (who I thought hated me at the time) and I fell off my bike. So then he carefully picks me up and walks me back home and he treats my bloody knees. I'll always love my big brother for that, and it reminded me that he actually loves me. (Me and my mom teased him about it, and he'd shoot down anything we'd said.) Now me and my brother are cool but we still tease each other.

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