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Dark Past

Summary: Corrin finds Oboro staring unto a moonless night, and investigates.

Setting: Mid-Birthright

"Cant… sleep… what the hell…" Corrin mumbled to himself, as he dragged his feet across the hall. It's been a long day for the army, especially when it was topped with the recruitment of Azura and Ryoma' son, Shigure.

Slowly but steady, Corrin eventually made it to the food storage of the army, reaching for one of the bottles of milk.

As he walked back to his quarters, taking sip after sip, Corrin noticed a flickering light just by the porch. Knowing the disaster a simple flame could bring, Corrin headed off to extinguish it.

He would regret his decision when an angry glare was illuminated by the flame.

"Gah! S-s-someone! Demon!" Corrin cried out. If he was loud enough, someone definitely would've woken up. Strangely, no one did.

The "demon" turned to the source of the cry for help, revealing it to be Oboro. "What the? Oh… hello Lord Corrin."

"Oboro?" Corrin took a closer look. After his vision confirmed that it was indeed Oboro, he began to calm down. "It really is you. Gotta admit though, it's a little creepy to see you here alone with only a single candle."

After hearing Oboro's apology, Corrin couldn't help but feel something was wrong with the blue-haired Spear Fighter.

"Oboro, is there anything wrong?" Corrin asked, as he took a chair, and placed the milk on the table.

Oboro was caught off-guard by the question. "Everything's fine. Really…"

Corrin seemed skeptic. He has heard lies worse than this. "Doesn't sound like it to me. You sure nothing's bothering you?"

Oboro groaned a bit. "Yes. Even if I did, it's nothing you should worry about."

"I don't really mind. It's better to tell me, rather than to keep it bottled up inside."

"Fine…"

"It's not really a problem, but a bad memory. When I was still a child, my parents ran a popular clothing shop here in Hoshido. As we began our daily trading in Nohr, bandits attacked us, and killed both my parents."

A brief pause

"They never found me since my father told me to hide within our cart."

Corrin on the other hand, simply sat there, stunned. Not even allowing the slightest twitch of his muscle.

"And it all happened on a moonless night, just like this one. The memory always returns whenever the night gets black."

"I'm sorry."

Oboro turned her head slightly to Corrin. "What?"

"I shouldn't have made you explain it to me. Here I am, a supposed Nohrian, asking you to open up to me. Gods I'm an insensitive son of a-"

"It's not your fault." Oboro interrupted. "Don't feel guilty Lord Corrin. It's those damn bandits' fault. Fiends in human clothing… Damn them."

She then got up, and left.

"Poor girl…" Corrin softly said to himself.

Whatever happened all throughout the night, Felicia and Jakob found Corrin asleep on that very table, the candle having died by itself, as the only thing in its place, was a pile of melted wax.

A/N: And we're clear.

Wow, that was sad and dark. Don't worry though, its part of the series, since I felt that Corrin should at least know Oboro's past.

Also, don't worry (again!), I won't be using in-game dialogue for the series. I have a few original ideas.

Until then, BYE!