Boy this was a long chapter! But I'm glad that it was, it's an important support conversation and I really wanted to stress that. After this one, Robin and Morgan will follow next. And then we get to the juicy part...the support conversations with the future children! Man, I'm really excited. If enough people put their input on who they want to see Kou'li support with first, they will get top priority! So to those that have reviewed, thank you so much!

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"Ah! Father, there you are. I've been looking all over you."

Lon'qu glances up from his current work and looks at her quizzically. His daughter stands before him with an eager and worn out expression. She's rocking on her heels like she's a small child. What's gotten into her? "Kou'li? You've been looking for me? Why, is there something wrong?"

She shakes her head.

"No, Father, everything is alright. I was looking for you so that we may talk for a while. I've been so busy wandering around camp that I realized I haven't visited you."

Lon'qu peers down at the sack of potatoes next to him and the peeler in his hand. He juts out his chin to motion to the chair next to him. "You can sit there if you like. I'm peeling these for tonight's dinner. If you want to help then you can. We can speak while we work."

She sits down a bit too excitedly for his comfort and reaches in for a potato. Grabbing a nearby peeler, she begins to copy his exact movements. They stay in silence for some time until she decides to finally speak up.

"You know…I was really happy to meet you once again, Father." She starts, "I was worried the entire time that I would never meet you in this vast continent, that our paths would never interlock. But every once in a while I get lucky, don't I?" she smiles sweetly at him.

"You seem to be much closer to me than your Mother. Why's that? Morgan's the opposite. He practically idolizes her," he inquires, trying to focus on his task beforehand and his daughter.

"You were the one that took care of us in future, Father. Once our bleak future had begun, chaos covered the land. There was violence and death everywhere. There was no safe haven for any of us." At this point, she puts down what she's doing and concentrates on her words with a frown on her face. "But it was you, Father. You were the one who insured that Morgan and I stayed safe during those drastic times."

Lon'qu glares at his work, tightly grasping the peeler in his hand. His voice hardens. "But where was Robin? Why do you only speak of me protecting you when she would have as well?"

Kou'li simply sighs and shakes her head back and forth. "As I said before, those were…drastic times. Unfortunately, every one of the parents died in our future, slowly over time. It just so happens…that Mother was one of the first ones." Lon'qu cannot see her expression very well, but the tremor in her voice suggests it takes her strength to speak on the subject.

Hearing her words make his stomach drop. His grip tightened even more and he closed his eyes just as tightly. To hear that his wife died before him…that was…

"Father, enough! You're squishing the potato to mush!" his daughter cries in dismay at her father's actions. Her shrill cry broke him out of his trance.

He stops everything he's doing and looks down at the food with surprise. She was indeed right. He could feel the soft, gooey insides of the potato splattered on his left hand. Bits and pieces of the leftover skin fell to the floor and caused a mess below him. His face scrunched up in disgust as he quickly looked for a towel or cloth to wipe his hands clean.

"I think we should leave this conversation for another day, Father," Kou'li suggested with a tired tone in her voice as she watched her father clean up the mess. "We still have a lot of potatoes to peel and sundown is closer than we think. We must hurry."

He notices that she's uncomfortable about the subject, so he decides not to pester her even further. "Hmph. Right. Leave your story for another day. Then we'll talk."

She nods, and then it's back to work for the both of them.

Kou'li and Lon'qu attained support level C

The next time she visits is when he's training. She always seems to come at the strangest times, he thinks. But nevertheless, he enjoys the small talks they have with one another.

"Oh, what perfect timing!" she exclaims. "I think now might be a good time for sparring, don't you think?" she eyes him, waiting for his response.

He takes a final swing at the dummy before him and then proceeds to sheathe his sword away. He can already sense her puzzled expression.

"Actually, I think we can leave that for another day," he says while putting the dummy back into its previous position. "Instead, why don't we continue our talk from last time? We never finished and…I'm curious about it."

Her exuberant expression changes to one of unsteadiness. She scratches the back of hand and asks, "Is that really what you want, Father? Are you truly curious of that bleak future?"

He thinks for a moment and then validates his decision with a terse nod. "Yes. I've heard many stories about this so called "future." I want to know all about it."

She plops down on a resting bench with an uncharacteristically lazy fashion. She lets out a loud breath of air from her lungs and pats the empty space next to her. "Then if that's what you want, sit down and I'll tell you what I can."

He's a bit apprehensive at first because of that damned fear of his, but he ignores it because he refuses to let that occur with his daughter. He sits down next to her and waits for her to start patiently.

"I…where do I even begin?" she ponders, running her hands through her hair.

"You don't need to start from the very beginning…just the part about me taking care of you and…of Robin as well," he tries to point her in the right direction.

"Right…well, you know of the basics of what happened. After Lucina was born, I was born not too shortly after, about a year and a half later, I believe. Then after two years, Morgan was born as well." She develops a coy smile and says, "It seems you and Mother were…quite busy."

His face grows hot and he grows red to the very tips of his ears. "E-Enough! I didn't ask you about that!"

She lets out a tinkle of laughter. "I jest Father! I jest!" She tries to calm him down with light pats on his back. But he's still embarrassed, so she continues with the story either way.

"Everything seemed to be quite normal for some time. The only major event happening at the time is the current one we are undertaking. The struggle against Walhart. But just as everything does, it ended. Then…one certain battle caused the beginning of the end…" She swallows when she notices just how dry her throat became. Gods, why did this always happen?

"What happened at this battle?" her father asks.

She exhales. "I'm not too certain of the specifics, for almost none of those that volunteered for the battle…came back alive. But among those that perished in the battle were both Chrom and Mother," she says softly.

He feels his blood pressure slowly rise as he hears mention of Robin. "What? What happened?"

She shakes her head. "Like I said, not much is known about the incident. But it was the battle at the Dragon's Table that took Mother and Chrom's life."

His frustration begins to consume as well, getting angrier as Kou'li continues talking. "But where was I to protect her? Why wasn't I with her?!"

"Still till this day I wasn't sure why. I remember you and Mother discussed with one another for hours on end about the subject. She refused for you to come, saying that you shouldn't leave me and Morgan all alone at such a young age, but you kept denying every word. You were going and that was final."

She slouched and looked up at the tent ceiling. "Of course, Mother being Mother…she left without saying a word one night. The next day when she was missing, you were in a fit. Looking for her around the area, asking the locals, trying to contact Chrom…you were just in denial that she had left. But as much as you wanted to be at her side, you knew you couldn't leave me and Morgan behind…so you stayed."

"And I assume…the bad news shortly arrived there after."

"Yes…those that survived came back scarred from the battle. That was when Lucina inherited Falchion. That was when our dark future began."

They both stayed silent for some time, letting her words fully sink in. She kept her somber expression, his was filled with rage.

She knew her Father too well to know that he must be outraged. She knew because she had felt that before.

"Now…we get to the hard part," she exhales.

He grabs the edge of the bench and grips it tightly, for he is not prepared for what he's about to hear.

"This is about me…isn't it?" he asks but already knows.

She looks away from him and nods. "Unfortunately so…"

She stares longingly at her beloved sword at her side and gives it a little squeeze until she decides she's ready to talk.

"It happened on a regular day. There was no war going on…no battle. It was just a regular, somewhat peaceful day for us. It started as it usually did, with me waking up earlier than I should have, and Morgan still snoring in his sleep because he was up all night reading," she beams at the memory. "But that day was different because you decided you wanted to cook an extra special meal. What the occasion was for…I don't know. But for the longest time in a long time…you were smiling, Father."

He scoffs. "Hmph. What are you talking about? I smile all the time, haven't you seen?" he jokes around to try to lift the mood.

But it seems his weak jokes don't work on her because she doesn't move an inch.

"So you left to go hunt something from the woods quickly, and you left me and Morgan behind. I was not nervous because I knew you would come back soon…but my fears came true when something started pounding at our door. I-I thought it was perhaps a person, so I might be able to ignore them, but…" she hugs herself tightly. "But then those…those Risen came in."

Lon'qu puts his hand on her shoulder. "You don't need to tell me more if you don't want to. You don't have to remember this."

She shakes her head back and forth.

"No…I-I want to say this. I've never told anyone about it…and now I want to."

He looks go of his grasp on her when she calms down a little, but he's still a bit unsure of this.

"When they came in, I got my wooden sword that I owned and I stood between them and Morgan. I tried to hit them…tried to use all the techniques that you've taught me but…" she chokes. "But there were so many. Gods, how many of them could fit in the house?! I was scared…s-so scared." She turns to him and looks at him intensely, her eyes scrutinizing his ever being. "When I thought I was done for…you arrived, Father. In just a manner of seconds, you managed to slice through them with ease. Just when I got my hopes up…those things, they-"she cuts off her sentence when a sob escapes from her body.

Lon'qu winces at her daughter's shivering form. "Please, don't force yourself. You have nothing to prove for telling me this," he pleads her to stop.

Being stubborn as ever, she continues, "And then one of them grabbed you. I-I tried to help, truly I did but I was glued to the floor! I-I couldn't move and I just watched as you- as you…" she can no longer hold in her despair as she lets out a loud cry and slumps against her father's form.

He comforts her the same way he did when they first met. But as her tears fell and he felt his heart throb, another feeling grew inside him. Determination.

"Kou'li. Listen to me. Look at me," he holds her by her shoulders forcing her to face him.

"What happened in the future, what happened to me, I swear to you that will not happen again," he says with a stern voice.

"But Father…" she squeaks.

"No. Hear what I'm about to say, because it is very important. Tomorrow afternoon, I want you to meet me outside of the camp grounds, in the fields behind the mess hall tent. Do you understand?"

"I don't-" she begins.

"Do you understand?" he says again.

"…Yes."

"Good…because that will be the place where I prove to you that I have grown stronger."

Kou'li and Lon'qu attained support level B

It is exactly afternoon when Kou'li makes her way to the location that her father told her to go. She still didn't have the faintest idea what he planned to do. Did he mean to train with her? Show her a new weapon that would protect him indefinitely? Whatever it was, only arriving there would answer her question.

She found him standing far away from the camp holding nothing but the sword at his side, and a shady looking box in his hand. When she approaches him, he does not greet her. Instead he moves farther away from her and sets the box down on the ground.

Without facing her he speaks, "With this, I will show you the strength I possess. When I am done, you will no longer need to fear for my own life."

She's still puzzled at her father's actions, but she does not question him. She only speaks loudly when the box he put down starts to spew a strange gas from it, and a foul odor emits from it.

"Father, what is that?!" she shouts.

Her father unsheathes his prized sword from his side and directs it towards the now growing forms emerging from the box. "You said I was defeated by those slow, pathetic Risen, didn't you? Hmph, let's see if they can touch me now."

In an instant, he shoots forward to where the newly formed Risen stand and begins his attack. In all her life, Kou'li had never seen a form move as quick as her father. His moves graceful and surgical, yet they held brutal and fearsome power from within. As he cuts down every Risen that gets in his path, Kou'li slowly starts to get flashbacks from that horrific day. And in the bottom of her mind, she wished that this would have happened instead of the tragedy that occurred.

In a manner of minutes, they're gone. All of them. Every single one of the Risen that emerged from within that reeking box was gone. All by his hand.

He stands before her with sweat beading on his forehead and his loud pants filling the silent air. "Do you see now, Kou'li? Do you understand what I meant when I said I was stronger?" he asks her.

She is speechless. She cannot say anything except nod.

"Hearing that I failed to protect my own family because of own weakness…angered me. The reason I went to Regna Ferox was to grow stronger…not fail a second time," he frowns.

"But you did protect me, Father! That is why I'm still alive! If it's anyone that should grow stronger, it is I!" she refutes.

A hint of a smile threatens the corners of his mouth. "You do indeed. If I remember correctly, I was the one who saved you when we first met."

A smirk wrinkles her face. "Isn't that a bit cold of you, Father? Insulting my form, why I'm hurt," she says in a mock tone.

"Then we'll just have to train until you get better."

Her eyes sparkle with happiness. "T-That's a splendid idea, Father! I haven't trained with you in years. You must teach me all you know!"

"Then let's not waste any time. Let's go back to the training tent, I'm sure your Mother must be looking for us," he says as he begins to walk back.

"Wait! One more thing, Father," she adds.

He raises his eyebrow. "Yes?"

She hides her hands behind her back and she slowly grows red. "W-Will you teach how to be a swordmaster? I-I was an assassin for a time, but it was not by choice. I've always wanted to be one just like you. Will you teach me?" she asks shyly.

He chuckles. "Very well, I just hope you'll be able to handle it."

"With you at my side, Father. I believe I can achieve anything."

And with that, they both walk together as father and daughter.

Kou'li and Lon'qu attained support level A

So to make it a bit easier for myself and my fellow readers. Here is a timeline of Lucina's future, from where the future children come from. It's a bit confusing because anything with time travel is confusing, but I tried to make it work as best as I can. So here you go!

*After the two years of peace that happened after Gangrel was defeated, Lucina was born and the Valmese Campaign begins almost immediately. Lucina-1 year old

*The Valmese War lasts for only about a year, and Kou'li is born as peace is ushered once again. Lucina-2 years old, Kou'li-1

*Two years after Kou'li is born, Morgan is as well. Lucina-5, Kou'li-3, Morgan-1

*Three years later, Chrom is killed and Robin is "lost" in the battle at the Dragon's Table. Lucina-8, Kou'li-6, Morgan-4

*Two years later, Risen begin to become more prominent and Lon'qu dies. Lucina-10, Kou'li-8, Morgan-6

*10 years later, Grima is well-known as the threat and the children are sent back in time. Lucina-20, Kou'li-18, Morgan-16

*2 years of peace occur in the current timeline, Awakening timeline and Lucina reunites with Chrom. Lucina-22, Kou'li-20, Morgan-18

Did I just make Lucina older than Chrom? Yes, yes I did.