Robin's child
It had honestly shocked Chrom; Robin himself had never shown interest in anyone else, at least not him front of him.
Morgan had been sleeping in the healers' tent, weary from the battle and her injuries. Chrom had explained the situation to the other shepherds that Morgan was staying with them until further notice.
Lissa stayed by the girls' side, there was a deep worry in her eyes. Of course she already had Owrain who had come to the past. It was made clear that his father wasn't the one whom the healer had deeply loved.
Just then a call, a sound of a familiar horn, was heard by everyone in camp.
The familiar face of Basilio and a few of his troops marched into camp.
" It's been while, huh boy!" He then laughed heartily, slapping Chrom on the back.
"Er- yes Basillio it has." Chrom muttered out.
"I don't suppo- Ah" He spotted Lon'qu and Olivia and marched over to them, striking up conversation about the condition of their home.
"I also hear that Olivia had a kid from the future. Lemme at 'em" Basillio said with a grin.
Olivia called to Inigo who seemed to be cowering behind Yarne.
The taller man stared at the mercenary for a few heart beats and dully said "Olivia, I truly believe this strapping scrawny boy is your child, you must be almost proud."
"S-scrawny?!" Inigo stuttered out defensively.
Basilio ignored that comment and went faced towards Chrom again this time with a serious face. "Chrom, there's a reason that I came to Ylessia. "
These words perked the Exalts interest; he herded the former Khan into his tent.
"As you know, I sent you news of the incoming army."
Chrom nodded.
"My apologies that I could not assist you as fast as I had hoped, however, there's someone else leading the risen now."
Chrom stood abruptly. "Wait the risen were the foot soldiers of Grima. What are you saying Basilio?"
The grown man had his hands folded in front of his face with a deep serious expression.
"I'm saying that what Robin gave his life for may have been for nothing."
Those words took a moment to process. Robin, his best friend, and the greatest tactician that everyone had ever had seen had miscalculated.
"I don't know when, but my new informant told me that something has disturbed The Ruins of Time. Something there has caused the dead to walk again, and because of that. The peace that was fought for has been almost all for nothing."
" Basilio. Do you know what you're saying?"
"Believe you me Chrom; I was the first to immediately deny what I had been told. But the facts don't lie."
Chrom's world shook. "Who informed you, and how to they know of these so called on comings?
Basilio chuckled and opened his mouth when a still injured Morgan walked in, when the two spotted each other, their eyes sparkled.
"Uncle Basilio!" Morgan excitedly said and jumped hugged the former Khan, before immediately pulling back saying "You're late!" with a pout.
He chuckled and messed up her hair. "Sorr Morgan, hope you didn't get too scratched up."
She pouted and fisted her stomach with her good arm, "Nothing I can't handle sir!"
Chrom stood there, "How do you two know each other, and Morgan, shouldn't you be resting?!"
"Don't worry Uncle Chrom. Uncle Basilio saved my life; I'm in his debt until he says otherwise. I'm the new tactician of Ferox " She said proudly.
"Uncle Chrom?"
"Yes, Father always spoke of you fondly; he said when I met you, that I should call you Uncle." She said with a smile.
Chrom smirked at the thought of his beloved friend being a father, but then another thought popped into his head. "Morgan, did he speak of anyone else?"
She thought a bit and then with an excitement explained that Robin told her stories about the Shepards and their quests and adventures. How each member was an individual, even the children from the future. "The only thing he never told me was why he left." She said with a curious face. "But I know that it was before I was born."
Chrom exchanged a glance with Basilio who listened to Morgan's words with great interest.
"Morgan?! Where did you go?!" a voice called. It sounded like Lissa.
The snow haired girl turned and ran out of the tent saying bye to the two men. "Aunt Lissa!"
There was a brief silence before Chrom broke it, "Was assisting us in a battle the only reason for coming?" he asked Basilio who had his arms crossed.
He chuckled. "No, Morgan told me the same she told you. My intentions were to take her here, see if anything could jog her memory."
"Jog her Memory?" Chrom said somewhat shocked.
"Heh, like Father like daughter, when I found Morgan she was injured and had no memories except for her father. Luckily Robin told her about the former Khan of Ferox with one good eye as she put it."
"I see…"
"And not only that, the kid is as well-tuned as her old man. A true genius when it comes to battle." He said walking out the tent.
The Exalt was left to his thoughts as Basilio went to greet the other Shepherds.
Morgan left the tent in a hurry not wanting to make Lissa worry.
"Aunt Lissa is kind-hearted woman who will take care of you should something happen. You can trust her and Uncle Chrom with your life" Robin said carrying a toddler Morgan for a walk in a dark forest, they were training together in tomb magic.
"Had things been different, she would have been your mother Mor Mor." The snow haired man smiled at his little girl.
"Mother…"
"Aunt Lissa, I'm here!" Morgan said panting. She stopped in front the blonde woman and Owain next to her.
Lissa hugged and gently grasped her shoulders. "You're still injured Morgan, you have to rest."
"Eh! But it's just an arm wound and I trust your healing Aunt Lissa. I'm okay" she insisted.
Lissa didn't hear any of that, but Owain insisted that Morgan should help in the kitchen, which the youngest agreed to immediately. "Please!" she pleaded with puppy dog eyes.
Lissa stared at the both of them hesitantly and agreed. They shared a high-five like they were best friends and Owain showed her to the mess hall tent.
She trusts me
Lissa thought to herself, "she's just met me but she trusts me… I wonder if Robin had anything to do with this." She blushed at the thought.
In the mess hall were Panne, Ricken, Gregor, Lon' qu, Cordilia, and Brady.
"Hi!" Morgan said with a glee.
All eyes were on her, Ricken was the first to step forward.
With a smile her said "Hello there, are you a new requite? My name's Ricken" and he proceeded to introduce everyone helping with kitchen duty.
"I have no idea if Ricken got taller, but the last time I saw him, he was always full of energy and eager to prove to us that he was capable. The next time we meet, perhaps he can teach you something new about Tombs. "
Still smiling she said "My name is Morgan and I'm Ferox's Tactician."
" Gregor is pleased to meet one such cute as yourself little one." He said, with a smile.
"Gregor is basically Gregor; he's a good man who'll do basically anything for coin. But don't let that fool you, he's a loyal friend."
Brady and Lon'qu grunted.
Panne's nose twitched in Morgan's direction, her eyes widened, and she quickly embraced the tactician, surprising everyone, but the snow haired girl didn't seem to mind.
"It's nice to meet you too!" She said returning the hug.
Panne knelt down and said "Even the children of fellow Taguel are welcomed young one"
Morgan cutely tilted her head slightly but smiled.
"Panne, she may seem cold at first but it's not without a reason. She's a true warrior and kind-hearted soul. Even if she seems odd, remember her customs are different from ours."
Cordelia approached Morgan with a light smile, "Hello there Morgan, I assume that you were sent to help with the kitchen duties."
"Cordelia, a beauty and a genius, she's truly a dedicated and disciplined woman. Try not to ever get on her bad side by disrespecting Uncle Chrom kay'?"
" Yes ma'am" Morgan said saluting her. Owain got tangled into the kitchen chores as well to his distaste.
He was mumbling to himself while peeling potatoes, while Morgan was humming a tune next to Brady.
"So, Morgan, where do come from?" Brady asked, with suspicion.
"Don't be afraid of Bradly Mor Mor, he may look mean but he has a heart of gold. Underneath the exterior he's a true gentleman, I'd suppose you'd have to be. Being raised by Miabelle, haha"
"I came from Ferox with Uncle Basilio." She said with a cherry smile.
"Uncle Basilio?" they all said at the same time, no one had referred to the former Khan as anything so affectionate.
"Ya, see, he found me in the ruins of time surrounded by risen so he lent me a hand, and now I still have both of them, hands I mean. I'm in his debt."
She noticed that Lon'qu was eyeing her suspiciously. "Why would you be at the ruins of Time? That place is supposedly cursed. "
"Lon'qu speaks for himself, a brooding former merc of Basilio. He's actually really shy around women, but truly a force to be reckoned with."
Morgan looked upward for a second."mmmmmm, I don't remember." She said in her usual tone, and went back to peeling her potatoes.
" …what do you mean you don't remember." The brunette inquired.
" Ethoo, how do I put this…I've got almost amnesia."
"That is this almost amnesia you speak of little one?" Gregor said chopping some veggies.
"I can't remember anything before I was found. The only important thing I do remember is my father."
"Your father?" Corderlia asked with curiosity.
" Yup, he's the greatest. I learned everything from him." She said with pride.
They ran out of potatoes.
"Ah we're done ma'am" Morgan said standing up.
Cordelia was surprised for a second and immediately collected her thoughts
"Ah- good job," She said to the snow-haired girl. "You boys should work harder." The red head pointed towards the pile of peeled potatoes with Morgan's being the biggest.
They were embarrassed being outshone by the newbie, who was chuckling behind them.