CHRISTIAN'S POV
"Hush Morgan, I think he's coming around." I said, lightly elbowing my younger sister. Robin sat up on his fat stack of pillows that had appeared overnight. "Are you ok Fa-?" I elbowed Morgan again, harder this time. "We can't tell him. Not yet." I hissed. She sighed. "Fine…" Robin yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Morning…? Who are you two?" Robin said, studying us. Morgan looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "I'm Christian." I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm Morgan!" my sister said brightly, looking like she was trying to achieve liftoff. "And we're-" "Your helpers!" I cut in, kicking Morgan in the shin out of Robin's view.

Robin raised an eyebrow almost exactly like Morgan. "My… helpers? How weak do you think I am?" He said, trying to get out of bed. After a minute or two, he slumped back into the pillows with a sigh. "Ok. Maybe I do need some helpers." He admitted. "Where is everyone?" He said, making an obvious subject change.

"Well, Lissa and the other healers left at about 2:00 in the morning. Your fever suddenly vanished right about then." I said, pondering the subject myself. Robin thought for a minute. "Was anyone else… was anyone else in the room besides them?" I looked at him strangely. "You were probably hallucinating." I said finally. Robin nodded, like this made sense. "Probably hallucinating." He echoed.

He thought silently for a few more minutes. "Why don't you two go back to your rooms," He said, lying back down. "I need to get some sleep. It was nice meeting you two." Morgan looked at me for guidance. I nodded. "That sounds good f- erm, Robin. We'll go do that." Robin sat up. "What were you just going to say?" He said, glaring at me with such force it took all my strength not to flinch.

"Um…" I was flailing. Morgan stepped in. "That sounds good for you. No offense, but it looks like you need rest." She said smoothly, putting one hand around my shoulder (she had to stand on the tip of her toes) and pulled me out of the room.

LUCINA'S POV

It was a stupid thing to do. I'm not denying that. I walked into the castle courtyard to see three training dummies already set up. I unsheathed Falchion and set to work. I stabbed the first dummy in the stomach, then whirled around and decapitated it in a quick slice. Its head fell to the ground with a soft thud.

"Maybe I should try some of Father's techniques…" I muttered to myself. I jumped into the air, sword held high. I twisted in midair, ready to come down and cut the dummy in two. However, Falchion slipped and fell out of my grasp and I slammed into the stone wall encircling the courtyard. Falchion, amazingly, sank right up to the hilt in the stone like it was warm butter. "Success?" I asked aloud, and then laughed.

"Don't think so. Frederick may be a little miffed you busted the wall." He was in the courtyard, leaning heavily on the two blue-haired children. "Thank you Christian, Morgan. I think I can manage from here." Robin said, leaning against the third dummy. The two children exchanged glances, bowed slightly, and backed out of the courtyard. Through the windows, I saw them dash up the steps into the top floor. "I wonder what they're doing in the ballroom…" I muttered. Robin studied me. "Yeah, me too."

I hoped my face was still its regular color. Most likely it wasn't.

"So, I had the strangest… hallucination last night." He said, plucking a flower from one of the beds. There goes any chance of my face retaining its color. "…What was it about?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Well," he said. "First it was that assassin from Castle Ylisse. Then, it was… Emmeryn." Robin's voice caught on her name. "Then it was a sort of… montage."

I stopped. "A montage?" I looked at him quizzically. Robin shook his head. "It was nothing. It was the last part that was the most… interesting part." I developed a sudden interest in my boots. "Why?" was all I could muster.

I could feel his gaze on me, so I looked him in the eye. "Probably because it wasn't a hallucination, huh?" I think I lost the ability to swallow. "Vivid… imagination." I said, feeling my cheeks go even hotter. Suddenly, he was next to me, a hand on my shoulder to steady himself. "I do admit I have a… vivid imagination as you put it. I think its my charming good lucks or incredible charisma that really made it happen." He said, smiling.

I've long since lost the ability to speak. It took everything I had to keep my gaze on him. "Hey, Lucy?" I made a sound in my throat that vaguely sounded like a 'yeah?' Robin smiled again. "You missed last night." He said, and pulled me in. I'm not going to go into detail for everyone's sake.

I will say that it was amazing. There. I said it. From behind us, there was an awkward throat clearing. We both whirled (Or rather I did, Robin kind of hobbled in a circle) around to see the two children, Morgan and Christian, gaping at us. "F-F-F…" Christian put a hand on Morgan's shoulder. "You can say it." He said gently.

Morgan started crying. "FATHER!" she screeched, and ran into Robin's arms. Naturally, his eyes widened and he wobbled uncertainly on his unsteady feet. I put my hands on his shoulders. (to steady him of course) "Excuse me, but what?" he said incredulously as Morgan just stood there, crying with her arms wrapped around his waist.

Christian cleared his throat rather awkwardly. "We're Robin's children… from the future." He said awkwardly. "…The mother?" I said, not taking my eyes off of Christian. His answer was to smile. He ran in a practically childish manner and wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Mother. It's nice to see you again." He said, and I thought I felt tears on my shoulder, but decided to leave it alone.

Ten tear-filled minutes later, the four of us were standing apart in the castle courtyard. "Children, huh?" Robin said weakly. He seems more shaken up that I would've thought. Then again, the thought of having children only a few years younger than me is pretty strange. Welcome to Chrom's world, I guess.

Christian laughed. "Yeah, I guess this might be pretty weird. It's not exactly normal to walk in on your parents-" Robin cleared his throat loudly. "I'll… send you to your room if you speak out of turn, mister!" He said, and even I couldn't tell if he was serious or not.

Christian decided not to take any chance and nodded in apology. "My bad, Father. Although you did tell us never to lie…" he finished his sentence by shooting a grin at the both of us. However, one question was bugging me. "If you're both from the future, why have I never met you two?"

"Well," Christian began, straightening his robe. "I'm speaker for Morgan, because she's had a bout of amnesia-" Robin looked at her. "Then how come-?" he began, but Morgan shrugged. "For some reason I only have tiny shreds of memories left. Mostly of you." Robin laughed. "Like father like daughter, I suppose." He said with a slight smirk.

I laughed, and my eyes drifted upwards. I gasped. Over a dozen faces were pressed against the ballroom's windows. Robin followed my gaze. "Those… little…" he yelled, and then started hobbling for the castle. I rolled my eyes. "Did you two know about this?" I said sharply, looking at the two. Christian looked at the patterns on his robe while Morgan adopted a faraway gaze. I sighed and followed Robin up to the ballroom.

Jack's Corner

Guys. I feel like I dropped a bomb. No reviews for maybe the most important chapter to date. I mean, I don't bite... usually. Anyway, if I didn't say it before, TEN THOUSAND (+ One Hundred) VIEWS! HALLELUJAH! Uhm, ciao.