LUCINA'S POV

Plegia. A dry, barren, dusty Naga-forsaken hellhole. That was the sugarcoated version, because I don't want to soil my children's ears. Chrom, Robin, Frederick and I were standing in the throne room waiting for the new king of Plegia to come. When he did, it was like someone dropped a bomb.

Robin fell to the ground clutching his head, while Chrom stepped back and gripped Falchion's hilt and Frederick half-stepped between Chrom and the king in case he tried anything. Why? The king was, in my future, Emmeryn's assassin. His name was- "King Validar of Plegia, at your service." He said, bowing. "Is your wittle tactician all wight?" Aversa, who was at Validar's side, cooed; looking down at Robin like he was dirt on her curly black shoes.

Robin got up shakily, rubbing his temple. "I'm fine…" his voice dwindled to an inaudible whisper which probably wasn't very kind. "That's good. Shall we discuss negotiations?" Validar asked, grinning darkly. Chrom nodded. Aversa cleared her throat in a petite kind of way. "We cannot offer any soldiers, as our army is still in shambles from the last war…" she said, casting a glance at Chrom.

"However we are pleased to offer 200 warships, equipped to the brim with supplies. We shall also fully fund your little campaign." Validar said, bowing again. Chrom seemed shocked. "That is… generous. You literally offer almost all of your assets." He said, wondering how this could be a trick. Validar laughed. "Well, the Valmese threaten us as well, Sir Chrom. We'll mostly be their next target if they take Ferox; which they will if you had no ships.

"Now, we must end this negotiation, I'm afraid. We have royal business to attend to…" Aversa said silkily. "Now be careful, the highroads of Plegia can be most… treacherous…" Aversa giggled. That gave me shivers down my spine.

ROBIN'S POV

Treacherous indeed. Besides the fact that I had a crippling headache and a hallucination of the new king of Plegia claiming to be my father, we were completely encircled by a group of undead creeps. If I got my fortune read by Virion, I probably would've stayed in nice, comfy, Ylisse.

"Gwahaha! Are you folks lost? Or are you a lost CAWs?" A whimsical voice rang out from behind me. I whirled around to encounter a smiling white-haired kid holding a tome. "I see plenty of CAWs for concern…" the boy said,and whirled around to face a Risen. "Kid, that's way to close!" I yelled, pulling out my sword.

However, the boy simply blasted the Risen with magic at close range, causing its limbs to fly every which way and miasma to rain down like the sparks from a firework. "Delightful." I muttered, stepping out of the way of the clouds of smoke. "Who are you, anyway?" I asked as the boy caused another Risen to combust.

The boy turned around, grinning. "You can CAWl me Henry!" he said, and vanished off into the night to fight, laughing maniacally. Strange. However, I had more pressing matters to attend to. I pulled out my sword and looked around for Risen. I didn't have to look far. I spotted one of them lumbering out of the gloom, and focus its disgusting glowing eyes on Morgan.

Morgan took no notice, as she was currently fighting off three other Risen at once with her sword. "Hey, ugly!" I yelled, hoping to draw its attention. It worked. "Kill… Prince…" It hissed, and ambled towards me. I'm still surprised it can talk. I brandished my sword and sank into a defensive stance.

It raised its axe and swung downwards. I hurriedly scanned it, looking for the right point to strike. "Eat miasma!" I yelled, and lunged forward, and did what Frederick called the 'Two-Limb Strike'. The axe hit the ground with a soft thud, followed by its arms. The latter promptly dissolved.

I glanced over at Morgan. Good thing, too. I couldn't see her anymore; she was currently fighting off a small horde. Flashes of light came from the center of the horde, probably Morgan's tome. "She probably let herself be backed against the ledge…" I muttered, and then ran over to help her.

Luckily, the Risen were facing Morgan, so it was easy for me to slash through their ranks. Soon I appeared in the center. Morgan whirled around. "Father!" She said with relief. "Why is half the horde on you?" I said, pulling out my tome and started blasting Risen. "Oh, this isn't close to half the horde. Risen are EVERYWHERE! We're swamped, and our lines are starting to break…"

Well, that put a damper on things. "Well does that mean we should just give up now?" I asked rhetorically. Morgan shrugged and caused a Risen to combust. "I guess not," she muttered. I drew my sword and decapitated a Risen in one swift stroke. Morgan nodded approvingly. "I thought I got swordplay from Mother. I guess not." She said, laughing.

"Mean." I said in mock hurt, stabbing another Risen repeatedly in the gut. I turned around to see Morgan jabbing at another Risen. I was about to turn when I saw another crouched in the shadows. "Hey Morgan you might want to-" Before I could finish the sentence, the Risen went up in smoke. Standing behind it was Christian, stepping back to avoid the rain of smoke.

"Father, Morgan, a pleasure." He said, bowing. Morgan rolled her eyes as she landed the finishing blow on the Risen she was fighting. "Honestly, you don't have to do everything with flair." She said, smiling. Christian laughed as he pulled out his sword. "I know, but it makes things cooler." Talk about déjà vu.

There was silence for a while as we battled the horde. Finally, as the rosy streaks of dawn fell upon the island, the battle was over. "That… was no… accident." Sully panted between breaths. Chrom walked up beside her, nodding. "She's right. Did anyone hear what those things were mumbling?"

There was a general nod as more people wandered up. "Morgan, Christian. Have either of you seen Lucina?" I said, frowning. "I saw her a few hours ago…" Morgan said uncertainly. Christian shook his head. "Haven't seen her." He said. "I'm right here, Robin." I turned to see Lucina behind me, a bandage wrapped around her sword arm. Her knuckles were bruised, too.

"Mother, are you ok?" Morgan asked, stepping forward. Lucina nodded. "Fine, Morgan. Blasted hellspawn just broke my arm." "Did you have that looked at?" Christian said, gesturing to the immobilized arm. Lucina laughed. "I had Lissa look at it. If I had done the work, my arm probably would have come off worse."

The four of us laughed. Honestly, it felt great.

Jack's Corner

Yeah, this is my final draft of whatever number I said last update. Enjoy.