Chapter 19

As Nathan and a few of the other shepherds arrived in the small village, they were instantly assaulted by a group of rugged bandits. However, this wasn't much of a problem, with the bandits being quickly disposed of by some well-placed magic attacks from Morgan and Lissa. As they made their way into the village, the shepherds spotted a group of houses being assaulted by a group of the enemy bandits.

"Alright folks, let's spread out!" Nathan called. "Chrom, Lucina, Sumia, keep our backs free! Donnel and Nowi can cut straight through with Frederick, look for the leader of these thugs! And Morgan and Lissa, we're heading to these houses to protect the villagers! Let's go people, let's go!"

The shepherds roared loudly before quickly dispersing into the tiny section of houses. Nathan, Morgan and Lissa made their way to the nearest house to their position, easily taking out any bandits who dared to venture close to them. Once they reached the nearest home, Morgan ventured inside to make sure everyone inside was all right. As Nathan and Lissa stood outside, another pack of bandits spotted them and charged their way.

"Jeez, these guys don't stop, do they?" Nathan groaned as he pulled his black and gold blade, Mystletainn, off his back yet again. Both cast fire spells in the direction of the bandits, incinerating them in flames. However, one bandit managed to sneak through and catch the two off guard.

"Damn-watch out, Lissa!" Nathan cried, pushing his wife out of the way to step in front of the rugged thug. Before the man could strike, however, an emphatic yell came from behind both of them as a brown-haired swordsman charged into the fray.

"Begone, fiend! Behold my new sacred technique! BLAZING…. BLADE!" The mystery man cried out as he struck down the enemy bandit as he crumpled to the ground.

"Hmph. Evil never prospers, especially against a protector of justice." The swordsman scoffed as he slid his steel sword into the hilt on his belt. He wore yellow and brown robes and was slightly taller than both Nathan and Lissa.

"Huh. I swear…I've seen you somewhere before…" Nathan mused, squinting at the man. He then turned to them, his expression changed from pride to shock, staring at Lissa.

"M-mother?" He squeaked weakly.

Lissa's eyes widened. "…Owain? Is that you?"

Morgan walked out of the house, looking around. "Well, they're all doing fine…and gave me an elixir too, how nice of them! Anyways, shall we get going-uh…mom, dad? Who's this guy?"

As Morgan made her way over to them, Nathan and Lissa rushed over to the swordsman, pulling him into a group hug and beginning to cry. Morgan watched for a moment, confused, before shrugging and sneaking into the hug by ducking under Nathan and Lissa's arms and sliding inside.

"Mom, Dad…you're crushing me…I can feel my life force fading…" Owain coughed out weakly. As his parents and Morgan released their grip, Owain dramatically fell to the ground.

"Whoa, hey Owain! Hey! Stay with me, son!" Nathan frantically yelled, getting down on his knees and shaking his son.

Owain quickly stood back up before muttering, "Thank you father…" Before shivering dramatically.

Nathan rolled his eyes before turning to Lissa. "Yep, that's definitely our son…"

Lissa giggled. "Yep!"

"So, you must be my big brother then! Well, at least I'm assuming you're older, being taller and all…I'm Morgan, your sister from an alternate timeline. According to Lucina, I don't exist where you come from, so I probably seem suuper weird to you!" Morgan explained to Owain, offering a hand for him to shake along with a warm smile.

Owain took her hand, shaking it vigorously. "Greetings, sister of alternate origins! I am Owain, time traveller, the divine swordsman sent back in time to change our future! My sword hand twitches in approval of your presence!"

Nathan and Lissa shared a laugh as their children shook hands.

"Now then, now that that's out of the way, shall we get going? We've got quite a few houses here that we need to make sure are safe…" Nathan told them, reminding the others of the task at hand. Owain and Morgan nodded, before Owain turned to them with a slightly panicked and confused look.

"You two wouldn't have happened to spot my sword, anywhere? It should look the same as yours, father, seeing as you gave it to me…"

Nathan scratched his head. "I don't think so…we'll keep an eye out for it, though. I guess it would make sense that you got Mystletainn…"

Owain nodded as Morgan impatiently called to them from afar, as she took on another pack of bandits, "Uh, earth to family? We've still got a bandit problem!"

Nathan and the others chuckled as they rushed to assist the amnesiac.

While they fought, Nathan, Morgan, and Lissa took the time to ask questions of their newest family member. Owain was quite skilled with the sword, and fast too, swiftly dodging opponents and cutting them down with ease. From what Nathan could tell, his sword style was a mix of what he himself had learned from Frederick, Lon'qu, and Chrom, mixed in with some new moves that he assumed his son had come up with on his own.

They came to a stop as they secured another house, and the village elder inside came out to greet them.

"Oh, thank the gods for you people…I don't know who you are, but our village owes you a great debt." The man told them. He went into his robes and pulled out a blue and black sword, in the same shape as Nathan's blade.

"This is all I have to offer, I'm afraid…it's not a very strong sword but hopefully it will-"

"By the Gods!" Owain exclaimed, rushing up to the man and snatching the sword from him, holding it high above his head. "My blade! How did you…?"

The elder gave Owain a confused look. "I…found that, outside…I've been using it to cut up vegetables. Many of our other blades we have here are much stronger than that one…"

Owain glared at the man. "You lie!" He exclaimed dramatically. "For this is Mistletainn, my divine heirloom from father's own hands! Never say such a thing of my fated steel!"

The man panicked a bit as he replied, "Eep! Er, sorry, sorry sir! Thank you for saving our village! Now then, I'll just be going, to try and keep the other villagers safe…sorry, and thank you, again!"

As the man ran off, Nathan walked up to Owain, looking at the blue and black blade he held. He scratched his head in confusion. Before pulling out his own blade for comparison. "That…does not look like my sword." He declared as he looked at both blades. "Did you grab the wrong one, or something…Oh? Are you colourblind?"

Owain shook his head, giving his father a weak smile as he laughed quietly. "It's…kind of a long story…" He replied.

Nathan nodded. "It can wait for after we've finished here then, I suppose. Let's keep moving and clear this place out."

The others nodded, and the family of four charged back into the heat of battle, now finally united, but with more questions than answers of each other.

In a weird way, this chapter was actually much harder to write for myself than the Morgan one. Owain has such a vibrant and dramatic personality that is just so much fun that at times it's hard to reflect in writing. I hope I've done him justice so far.

Anyways, thanks for reading as always, leave a review of what you think of things so far if you get the chance! Thanks as always!

-Nate