LUCINA'S POV

Well, I was cornered. 24 Plegian thieves out for my blood. I brandished Falchion threateningly as they advanced. One of them, probably a platoon leader, raised three fingers. 23 knives appeared in the assassin's hands, gleaming in the fading light. The leader put down a finger. Then another. I closed my eyes, and waited. I'm sorry Father. I failed you.

Then, there was a strangled gasp followed by a thud. I opened my eyes, and then gasped at the sight before me. A redheaded thief was weaving his way through the mob of assassins, cutting them down with his sword, a sharp silver blade. "Impossible!" I muttered, as the thief turned to face me. "You're supposed to be dead!" for standing behind me was a traveler from the past, Thomas.

He grinned and sheathed his blade. "Last I checked you weren't born yet, Blue. He pulled a toffee out of a pocket on his coat and popped it in his mouth. "I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know I've saved both your parents three times over." Thomas stopped chewing. "Are they OK?" he asked, a slight frown of worry appearing on his face. I couldn't help but smile. "Gaius is with the Shepherds, and I saved Anna's caravan from starvation at the hands of brigands." He sighed with relief. "That's good. He hasn't killed himself for a bag of candy… yet."

We both laughed at this. "So, what's up with the army over there? That sure isn't part of our history." I stopped laughing. "I stopped the Exalt's assassination… but now that army is most likely coming to kill her." Thomas gave a slight shrug. "You still changed history. I suppose Chrom can figure something out."

I sighed. "But what if he CAN'T? What if Emmeryn still dies? What will happen to the Fire Emblem?" Thomas rolled his eyes. "You seriously worry too much, Blue. Where are the Shepherds now? I want to see Gaius again." I nodded. "One problem; I have no clue where they would be. This isn't part of scripted history." Thomas chewed thoughtfully on his toffee.

"Well, if they're kidnapping Emmeryn, Gangrel wouldn't have her killed with nobody around. Best guess is that they'll take her to Plegia, maybe in the castle courtyard itself." I nodded again. "That's our best bet. To Plegia!"

ROBIN'S POV

Honestly, I don't like Plegia. Insane cultists guarded their border, they sold 1000 year old little girls to drunkards, and you couldn't go a day without getting sand in your smallclothes. Erm, forget that last part. Anyways, the Shepherds and I were all sitting around a long wooden table at our temporary camp with a map of Plegia's castle courtyard and the surrounding area.

Emmeryn had been kidnapped. Chrom nearly beheaded the spy who had told us that, and immediately ordered we marched to Plegia. On the border, we had a run-in with the Grimleal cultists and had rescued Gregor and Nowi: a middle-age mercenary and a 1000 year-old Manakete.

I had also came up with perhaps the best plan ever concocted, to be perfectly modest. "Alright, so we strike down the commander and then the wyvern knights afterwards. Then, once the skies are clear, the pegasus knights Basilio freed will-" "Hold it boy, how in Naga's name will I free some Pegasus knights?" Basilio said, slamming his mug of ale onto the table. "Basilio, please stop drinking. I went over this three times already." Basilio laughed, belched, and apologized.

"Anyways," I said, looking back to the map. "Hold it." Chrom said, putting a hand across my chest. "What if Gangrel is there? He definitely will be." I sighed. "Chrom, I honestly respect your opinion, but I was getting to that." Chrom nodded and sat down, removing his hand.

"So the Pegasus knights, preferably Phila, will swoop up and rescue Emmeryn from her perch after Flavia kills the executioner." Flavia nodded, smirking slightly. "That buffoon will be dead before he knew what hit him." I nodded and looked back down at the map one last time.

"Finally, if Gangrel chooses to remain behind, Chrom will whoop his sorry arse and be done with things." Everyone turned and stared. Chrom Basilio and Flavia burst into laughter, rocking in their chairs. I sighed and rolled up my map. "You two act your age! Basilio, you better be sober tomorrow." Then I left the tent.

Jack's Corner

My first OC! His character isn't fully developed in the current 12 chapters, as he's only appeared in one, but I basically took my favorite traits from Gaius and Anna, (My favorite non existing OTP) and added thoughtfulness, as seen in this chapter. he will make more appearances, no need to fear. So, happy New Year folks! (P.S., 3000 views for the win!)