She burned.

The small girl burned It.

Anthony didn't understand. The girl was puny. How could she hurt it so much?

The girl had uttered something.

That must have been it.

Anthony only had a few moments to register this realisation, as the puny silver haired girl spoke the word again, and her spear ignited with purple fire.

Anthony let out a near deafening bellow and swung at her.

The girl ducked aside, and forced her spear deep into its shoulder.

Its blood boiled.

The girl smirked, and that word tore itself from her throat again.

"IGNIS!"

Standing over the smouldering body of a monster, Morgan wiped the sweat from her brow with her sleeve. She hadn't fought in nearly a year thanks to Ophelia and that man, and had eagerly used the monster to release pent up energy and bloodlust.

That didn't mean the beasts body didn't stink as it burned, though.

Concerningly, at least as a mother, Ophelia had woken up, and giggled in amusement as her mother fought and killed the monster.

"That was fun."

"Well fought, Milady." One of the soldiers, the one holding Ophelia, said. Ophelia made 'grabby' hands for Morgan.

The Princess of Plegia happily took her daughter back, and gently stroked a finger across the girls cheek.

"Who's my little dragon god? Yes you are! Heheh…" Morgan cooed.

"Milady, we ought to head back to Lord Corrin now."

"Agreed! Let's roll Men, we've a god to slay!"

Arete regarded the farmgirl with equal parts amusement, admiration and insult. Whilst it was hilarious to her that this….commoner had the bravery to challenge her, she had no choice but to acknowledge the loyalty she showed to her daughter. Yet….

"How dare you stand in my way?!" Arete snarled, keeping a grip on the now bawling infant in her arms. "Don't you realise how outmatched you are?"

"A-As I told you, it doesn't matter!" Mozu tried to keep her voice steady. "She is my Lady!"

Arete let out a harsh laugh. "You are a brat she took pity on. Nothing more."

A sharp pain spiked in her cheek, and she raised her free hand to up to feel it.

It was sticky. Blood. It had to be.

This brat had the stones to actually strike me? Ha! Maybe she is worthy after all.

"You….struck me?!" She spat in shock.

Mozu tightened her grip on her spear, and nodded as confidently as she dared.

Arete narrowed her gaze, and placed Shigure down. He was, predictably, almost instantly taken into the arms of her mother.

"You'll never touch him again!" Azura declared, her voice dripping with venom.

Arete let up an amused laugh and turned to face her. The farmgirl wasn't worth her attention. How could a mere farmgirl be a threat?

"Mozu! Do it now!"

Shock ripped through her, and Arete wheeled around, only for Mozu's spear to drive itself into her face.

Mozu let go of the spear, and collapsed to the ground, shaking.

The look on Arete's face, the final look, and the one she'd move on to the next life with, was one of pure bafflement.

How?

Corrin scowled to himself as he stalked out of the 'palace' prison. He had found Felicia and Jakob wandering the same cells Anankos sent him to.

At least he had company.

"Ever the damn prisoner. Why is it I am always a prisoner?"

"Probably because it suits you." Came a blunt voice.

Out of the darkness, a man that looked suspiciously like Ryoma strode in, a faint grin on his face.

"Hello little Kamui." He said. "It's been too long. What, no hug for you stepfather?"

Corrin scowled, and drew his blade. Whilst Felicia readied her knives, Jakob relaxed into a strategy roll, his previous injuries from his escaping Hoshido hadn't fully healed, so much so he still walked with a cane. He gave off the air of a dutiful noble courtier, half smug, half willing to help.

"I'd suggest moving aside, Sir." Jakob spoke. "My Prince and his forces are currently occupied with a 'bigger fish', as it were. Do come back later if you wish his attention."

"In other words…move the hell outta my way!" Corrin snarled as he drew his sword.

Sumeragi let out a booming laugh.

"Come now boy, I am far superior to you in swordplay. You'll have to do better."

He's right. Corrin thought. I need to adapt. Adapt or fall.

Adapt.

Adapt!

ADAPT!

A burning sensation shot up his arm, and tore through his veins.

Whatever it was, it was powerful.

Powerful, and unending…

Lilith blinked awake, and stared into darkness. She was cold, whatever she was laying on was stone. She tried to sit up, but hit her head on an unseen roof. She sighed to herself, and tried to allow her eyes to adjust to the gloom.

Just breathe. She thought, to keep herself calm. It's okay. Just teleport out of here.

She tried to warp herself out and to safety, but something stopped her. It felt soft, but still pushed her back all the same. Her skill was distraction, which relied on her being able to use her powers

Panic started to set in a little, if her powers weren't working she was, in essence, fucked.

Her panic grew ever more when her eyes had adjusted.

Why? This is…desecration!

Her eyes widened in abject fear once she realised where she was.

For she was face to face with a skull, a long since rusted crown still around its forehead.

She started to scream, begging and pleading for someone, everyone, to rescue her.

But the dead alone heard her…

HISTORICAL LOGS: WHATS IN A NAME? CORRIN

The name Corrin was most commonly used in the Florian Era of Nohr, becoming the traditional name of the second Prince. It lost popularity, and nearly fell out of use completely after Florian III's son Corrin rebelled against his elder sister, and future Queen, Elise.

Whilst there was never a King of Nohr named Corrin, in recent years the name was given to a certain man who has impacted the world in many ways: My father, the kidnapped son of Queen Regent Mikoto of Hoshido. Originally named Kamui, he was given the name by Garon IV, who kidnapped him shortly after the then Princes fourth birthday.

The name itself actually means 'Spear Bearer' in the old, so called 'duchy dialect', which was once widely spoken in the Vassal Duchies of the Hoshidian Empire. Upon gaining independence, the newly minted Kingdom of Nohr kept speaking the language of their former overlords and their old language lay abandoned, though many Nohrian names are derived from it.

This has another meaning if one knows their history. In the old Duchies, family standards were held upon ornate spears. So, in a manner of speaking, Corrin also means 'Standard Bearer'.