AN: Sorry I'm really fuckin lazy.

"So what can I do for ya?" The old forger had spoke to Severa. Unsheathing her father's sword, Severa had handed it to him. The blacksmith took hold of the blade by it's handle and examined it. Testing its weight, feeling its edge, then began to swing it lightly. He gave a slight grunt in thought. He stroked his scruffy thick mustache, flipping the sword on both sides.

"So?" Pressed Severa.

"It's odd," The forger blurted. "This sword here, I've sold it not long ago." He eyed the sword, twirling it. " Here it has my initials," He pointing to it, "It looks like it's been used for decades." Severa's heart raced, this blacksmith did have a good eye. She didn't want to let the townspeople know she was from the future. Even though no one knew her, but she didn't want to start a panic. Especially since the Risen have been out and about. The sword was fairly old to her, but then again, she's in the past now. The blacksmith squinted his eyes at her, his mustache twitching a bit.

"Strange, you look like him too. Well, you have the same hair."

"I-i don't need anything fancy," Severa stuttered, quickly gaining back her composure, "I just need enough to where I can go through battle for awhile." Severa began to pull out her bag of gold, grabbing a handful, "I'll pay however much you want."

The blacksmith nodded only taking half of her handful, "I'll see what I can do." Was all he said, placing the gold coins in his pocket and took Severa's heirloom to the forgery. She could see the foyer begin to flame. She could feel the heat wave from the foyer rush up to her cheeks. Her sword becoming like a bright light with heat, as the forger began to hit it with a hammer.

Severa left to do his work. She made sure to be nearby and wondered at other shops, getting some other necessities she needed. She hated this! She could feel her chest tightening up, she hated shopping alone. She was always with her father, buying things and doing things together.

It was a first time doing things on her own officially. Sure she would run a few errands here and there, but those were quick. Most of the time it was with her father. It would only take him the longer only because he got caught up in the sweet shop. This… this was long, and alone. She couldn't help but miss her parents already. She knew she didn't appreciate them enough, she just hoped that they knew how much they mean to her.

Severa looked up at the cloudy sky, in hopes this journey wouldn't take long as she thought it was going to be.

The scent of fresh air and earth wafted into her nose. The chatter and laughter of villagers surrounded her. There was one thing, at least she was still in a place she called home. Just in a different timeline, the past.

Images of the dark blue haired princess flashed into her mind. Severa would never to admit to anyone of how much she admired Princess Lucina that night. Her valiantness, her wrath, and her strength.

We must fight!

"Idiot princess," the red haired mercenary mumbled to herself. As Severa the mercenary shopped around in the small town, waiting for her weaponed to be forged. Everything was so out of style. She didn't like any of the fabric or colors that they were presenting but this was in her parents past, so this was pretty popular back then. The thought of her mother came to mind. She wasn't relatively close to her, but Severa always admired her. She felt her eyes sadden from the thought of her. In her time, her mother had passed in the war.

Her mind flashed to the day when she received news of her mother passing, her father following right afterward. They were so stupid! She thought to herself. Didn't Papa say that there was always an escape?

Severa quickly swung her cloak over her, flipping the hood up on top of her head. She didn't want anyone to witness a random girl shed tears. Especially in a middle of a marker. How embarrassing that would be.

Throughout her wait for the forgery, she weaved in and out of people's way in the marketplace. She avoided clothing stores and fabrics, making sure she took responsibilities. She loved shopping. It was very tempting and took a lot of self control for her not waste her savings on spoiling herself.

She bought a good amount of concoctions, some books on weaponry and fighting with swords for some spare time. Hopefully there will be useful tips throughout her journey. She couldn't carry too much on hand. Especially if she was during a battle, it'll just be a nuisance and slow her down.

Memories of her father came to mind. He was the one who taught her how to fight. How to battle and slay your enemies. Especially on how to be on her toes and erase her presence.

Her father was not only an expert on strategy but as well on escaping, finishing a battle, and lock picking. She didn't understand why she needed lockpicking skill, but she trusted her father.

Her red header father would give her lock after lock for her to pick through. Each one would be more advanced than the last. Some had switches, some had the common keyholes. The most difficult ones she hated was the combination locks with numbers. Those you absolutely must focus on your hearing skills. Left, right, left. It was all very annoying, but rewarding in the end. After achieving each skill, each battle. Her father would be there standing with arms crossed, smiling proudly at his daughter.

Unlike her mother.

"Dear, your stance is off." "Severa, use your shield!" "Severa, you're not looking out for your blindside." "Severa, you're not using your footing on how I taught you!"

These were all very much annoying. Severa knew that her mother was just trying to look out for her and make her a better mercenary. But her mother calling out all her flaws were very frustrating because she could never win a sparring match with her. She was absolutely perfect.

She envied her mother, yet she still very much loved her. Beautiful, perfect, and overall the best warrior she's ever seen. This strived Severa, to become the best mercenary instead of a pegasus knight. Besides her mother being the most perfect person in Ylisse, all the other pegasus knights seemed so… snobby. Seemed very secluded with their cliques and gossip. She could already see herself in training and being the loner in the ward. Severa wondered how her mother even made friends there. Then again, she never seen her mother talk to anyone. Especially not really meet with anyone. The only other person she made friends with was after her training, Sumia.

Severa didn't particularly like Sumia either. Just by the name of her made Severa's nose crinkle. She was always so clumsy and just… annoying! Yes seemed like a nice person but Severa just could not stand her. Every time she came over to visit her mother Cordelia, she immediately left to play with one of the locks her father had given her.

"She's not… a very people person." Her mother would reassured Sumia.

Severa came back to the reality of the past, and gathered her things. Her sword possibly won't be done till tomorrow and went to one of the nearby inns. Her shield, her leather armor laid against the nightstand beside the bedside. Her concoctions and other tools she had carried with her laid on top of the wooden nightstand. The redhead mercenary stretched her body across the cot on her back facing the ceiling. She counted the wood planks above her, then she tried to make of pictures of the wood creases inside the planks. She could only make out a rabbit. Sleep was her worst enemy right now. Her mind was running too many questions right now, her mind showed pictures of the princess. How strong, how brave her was. How beautiful like her mother.

Out of frustration, she snagged a book from one of her bags on the nightstand and began to read throughout the night. Most of this was outdated to her of course, but maybe she could mix it along with the new things she had learned.

This went on for days. She would hardly gain any sleep as she waited for her sword to be finished. The stress and her patience not very well behaved made her stay up during the week. She finished the books she had bought and returned them to exchange for more.

"Bookworm?" the shopkeeper asked.

"Not really." Severa replied tiredly, taking the books and placing them in her bag. Today might be time to see if her sword was finished. She hated how long it took swords to be made, she wished there were faster ways. In the future it wasn't much different.

Severa yawned as she made her way to the blacksmith where his workers were already hammering and smithing on other orders to be done. There the blacksmith waited, with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed making seem like he didn't have eyes. His mustache would twitch every now and then. He spotted Severa the mercenary and brought her heirloom placing it in her hands.

"It's a bit heavier than before," Severa observed curiously.

"Heavy? Will of course it's heavy, the bloody thing looked like it was gonna crumble any time!" The blacksmith said with slight chuckle, "I replaced the entire sword for ya, just the metal parts. Kept everything else the same, just cleaned it up. Be careful with it next time, yeah?"

"Ah, yes." Severa replied, thanking the blacksmith and the other workers behind him. She lightly swung the sword and nodded with satisfaction. Sheathing it, she thanked once more and finally began to walk to start her journey.

She still didn't have any decent sleep, but for now she would take however much she can get. For now, she had to focus. Then now, she marched. She walked, she hunted and entered dangerous paths. Though she kept herself busy to her thoughts.

Severa wondered, what were the others up to? Did they make it alright? Where were they? Her mind flashed of Lucina's face of bravery. What was the princess doing now? Did she find her dumb father, the idiot king?

She leaned back with her arms holding her up as she sat upon her campfire, gazing up at the stars. It was still odd for the redhead to be under the same exact sky but in completely different time. The star hasn't changed for one moment.

The mercenary took out her mother's wedding ring. She admired the smithing and the graving around it. Her father must of spent a fortune for her mother. Though her eyes saddened for a brief moment, remembering the last words she had spoken before Cordelia had passed.

"So you love Chrom more than me?" Severa accused.

"Of course not, Severa! I'm fighting for someone special to me!" Cordelia said, reassuring her daughter. The pegasus knight reached for her daughter as Severa quickly retracted.

"Whatever." Severa then stormed out with her gear.

After that, knights of Ylisse came to her home without her parents. Only left was her mother's wedding ring, and her father's sword. Why did she have to be such a brat? Why did she have to argue with her mother at all in the first place? She was jealous over something stupid. Something that maybe she was wrong to even think, to even accuse about.

Severa wiped a tear from her face, coming back from her memories.

"I'm sorry, mom." She sniffed and gave a small kiss to her mother's wedding ring.