A/N: How's it going everybody!

Sending off

Summary: A somewhat sequel to Chapter 6. Kana must be sent to the Deeprealms for her protection, but her parents can't seem to see eye to eye. Is it a sequel to Chapter 6? You decide.

War. Nobody likes the idea of one… especially new parents. It was on one night, when the rains were stronger than the previous showers that a certain couple was arguing. Especially the place where they were arguing was in an army camp, where anyone within a couple meters of a radius could hear, and understand the whole thing.

"No. This can't be. No, no, no!"

"I'm sorry." Corrin apologized, his back turned to both Oboro and Kana. "But it must be done."

"That's such a stupid idea!" Oboro yelled, holding young Kana as close to her as she can.

"Well, what do you expect we do then?!" Corrin snapped. "There is a war going on, a war! She's in danger right now. Don't you remember the Vallite invasion when you gave birth? What if it happens again, and we're not there with Kana?"

"Lilith's here. She could help."

"Lilith can only do so DAMN much!" Corrin yelled. "She's a living being too!"

Oboro growled, and then kicked the ground. Her actions caused Kana to suddenly awaken and squirm in her mother's arms. Oboro rocked Kana slightly, in hopes of soothing the infant.

"We… shouldn't have done this…"

"What…?"

"For us to have a child, knowing very well that a war was still going on… How foolish and irresponsible of us…"

"I don't quite understand what you meant by that…" Corrin spoke, his voice low and soft, yet still within hearing range.

"We should've waited for the war to be finished… at least until the war was over."

Corrin understood very well what his wife meant. But the words… gods damnit, felt, and came out wrong… and heavy. His inner anger was causing his Dragonstone+ to pulse, and radiate angrily from his belt holster.

"Are you even listening to yourself right now? I'd die before I let anything happen to our precious daughter Oboro. That is why, for the time being… we place her in the Deeprealms until the end of this DAMN war!" Corrin's voice grew angrier and angrier, and was close to a yell as he finished his sentence.

Kana suddenly started bawling, and thrashing about, she was only five days old and already considered precious and important to the duo. The future half-dragon couldn't understand much, but somehow she can feel the pressure in the room.

Oboro sighed, as she rocked the infant. "She's probably hungry… you should leave so I can… you know." Kana was still thrashing about.

Corrin stuttered slightly, before storming out of the room, yelling out, "DAMN YOU GARON AND ANANKOS! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL! GODS!"

Corrin was in the training grounds, taking out his frustration on a training dummy as his blood boiled with anger. The mere thought of not having his daughter suddenly caused one of his punches to turn into a draconic arm, and punch a clean hole on the dummy, straw spreading around.

What he would've gave for Azura to sing for him, or even hold Oboro's skin…

Corrin exhaled, finally feeling his draconic rage fade. "GAAHH!" He called out, as he allowed himself to slide down the wall, silently cursing Garon, Anankos and pretty much anyone who was responsible for the conflict.

He uncorked a bottle of wine he snuck from the Mess Hall, and then drank before spitting it out, and throwing the bottle against the wall, smashing it to pieces. It was a white local brew, with a taste so horrible; Corrin cursed it for daring to call itself wine. It smelled terrible too.

Not giving a single care in the world, Corrin forced himself to sleep by a stack of crates. It would be a few hours before a good friend would find him.

Too be continued…

A/N: And we're done.

Yeah, pretty much wrote this since I always wondered how the parents would react about sending of a NEWBORN to a Deeprealm.

Anyways, Until the next chapter, BYE!