Chapter 9: Fevered Illusions

Rating: T for Language

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem: Awakening and the storyline or characters.

Hello everyone! As promised, here is the next story!

Next request is from tsuna16, thanks for your patience! For this story it might be confusing at first, but I will explain later.

*Just a quick reminder- NONE of these stories are chronological; some of them can be of different alternate universes from other chapters. One thing still stays the same though- Morgan is the child of Frederick and Robin.

WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS for those who did not play all three Future Past DLC's!

Morgan has a high fever then Frederick and Robin are worried.

"Bring some hot water and wash cloths immediately!"

"Is Lady Lissa on her way right now?"

"I notified her immediately. She's on her way as we speak."

"What happened Frederick?! He was fine this morning! Why is he burning up?!"

"I'm not quite sure love; Kjelle was the one who brought him in. She said that both of them were just training and then all of a sudden Morgan crumpled to the floor without any warning. She said that he was nursing his head as if he were hurting."

"..You don't think-"

*Groan*

Frederick and Robin stopped and gazed worriedly at their son. Morgan was hunched over in pain, tossing and turning in agony. He seemed to have trouble breathing and moved restlessly as if he was desperately trying to get comfortable. Frederick watched quietly as Robin reached over and tenderly brushed her cold hand over Morgan's forehead, noticing how she flinched at the differences in temperatures. Both then realized how Morgan seemed to be mumbling something inaudible under his breath. The parents turned their concerned gazes toward each other. What in the world was going on?

"I'm here! Sorry I'm late!"

Both Frederick and Robin turned to the entrance of the room. Robin immediately spoke first.

"Lissa! Thank Naga you are here! Something's wrong with Morgan! Kjelle said he collapsed during training! Can you heal him? Please help him! Check if-"

"Whoa! Slow down Robin! I brought my staff, let me through please."

Frederick and Robin watched silently as Lissa strode in and quickly went to work. Noticing how both worried parents standing there awkwardly; she immediately sent them out to get some herbs. Shifting her gaze toward Morgan's troubled face; she began to ponder over him.

"…I wonder if the headaches are the same ones that Robin used to have…She never got ill though…So why is this happening?!"

Hot.

It was so unceasingly HOT.

Lying on the ground, Morgan slowly peeled his eyes open and immediately shot up.

"…Where...am I?"

Deep within the caverns his mind, Morgan shifted his gaze uneasily around.

"..Why am I here? Hello?"

The young boy sighed as all he could hear was his own voice echoing back at him.

"..I might as well take a walk around."

To Morgan, it might have been hours, no, days, since he started walking around. Surrounding and shrouding him was only darkness and emptiness. Without any guide, Morgan felt helpless as he was just walking aimlessly around.

"..Oh yeah! I remember now! I collapsed when my head began to really hurt. By now, I know that Kjelle got mother and father for me. …I hope I wake up soon. Think Morgan, THINK. What would mother do in this situation?"

"…Wow, you must be really crazy since you talk to yourself like that."

Stiffening, Morgan swung around and glanced behind him.

"Who's there?"

"Oh, come on, Morgan! You are so SLOW sometimes! Look up here!"

Shooting his eyes up above him, Morgan's eyes suddenly widened as he saw a floating hooded figure that seemed a head shorter than him. Upon close inspection, he realized that the mysterious person wore a tactician cloak that was an exact copy of his and his mother's. Gritting his teeth, the young boy shifted his body into a basic fighting stance and warily stared back at the hooded figure.

Giggling, the hooded figure slowly floated down right in front of the young tactician. The mysterious landed delicately on their feet and crossed their arms fully facing Morgan. It was then the hooded figure spoke in a mocking tone.

"So, have I rung any bells yet? Honestly I'm disappointed- if you really are Robin's child you would have recognized me by now."

Morgan narrowed his eyes in irritation. Something about this person seemed…off. The voice of this person, he SWORE he had heard it somewhere before…

"Well I could have recognized you by now if you would just pull down your hood! I cannot see your face under that thing! Plus you are being really snarky! Who are you?!"

Sighing, the mysterious person shrugged slightly but made no move to reveal themselves. Instead, they began to slowly and mockingly walk around Morgan at arm lengths distance. The young boy shifted uncomfortably as he felt the person's eyes critically observing him. After a couple seconds of silent observation, the person halted in front of Morgan and spoke with a more…shaky? Tone of voice

"Always one for propriety and wariness are you? Hehe, it seems like you DID inherit something from father after all! Out of the two of us, you were always the more careful one. It makes sense now of why she sent you instead of me. I was always the reckless one…"

Morgan's eyes widened in shock. He DID know that voice from somewhere!

"..I know you..."

The boy carefully took a step forward and slowly reached for the hood, effectively pulling it off.

What Morgan saw, he did NOT expect.

The girl before him looked almost identical to him. Except she had longer brunette hair, thicker eyelashes, and a sunken face that hinted that sleep was hard to come by. Her big brown eyes and small frown reminded him a lot of his famous father's. At that moment, one, single word popped into his head.

"...S-..SIS?!"

The young girl in question smiled sadly at Morgan. Tears slowly gathered up at the corner of her eyes and quickly cascaded down her face. Her voice was blissful but shaky when she spoke.

"..Hey little brother…How have you been? You seem healthier the last time I saw you..."

His sister then suddenly moved towards him so hastily that he did not have time to blink. He then felt her thin arms wrap around and pulled him into a tight bear hug. Both siblings then sunk down to the floor onto their knees and Morgan watched and held his sister silently as she began to sob uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, his thoughts were bouncing back and forth throughout his head. How did she get here? Why were they here…How could he have forgotten her?

"His fever's gone down. He should be fine as long as he gets some rest. Come get me when he wakes up- I want to make sure that he does not have any invisible injuries."

Lissa shifted her eyes down tiredly at Morgan as he quietly slept. All of the healing supplies were packed up and were slowly being moved to the storage room by Maribelle and her husband Henry. They had come in for assistance when none of the herbs and Lissa's healing prowess did not work. Frederick and Robin were now quietly observing their son by his bedside; a drained but relieved sense had swiftly washed over them. The battle was over- their son was recuperating soundly from his ordeal.

"…What happened to him Lissa?"

"Well, I think it had something to do with his memory Robin. I think he almost remembered something from his past but the pain from his headaches was too great. I think it was too much strain over his body and then he quickly became ill. I'll leave you three alone now."

"Thank you so much everyone...It really means so much to me and Robin."

The knight and tactician watched as their three friends bowed and quietly left the room. Shifting their attention to their sleeping son, they hoped it would be soon that he would awaken…

"There's so, so, much I want to hear from you big sister!"

Meanwhile, deep inside the caverns of Morgan's mind, he and his sister were having a heartfelt moment. Both had ended up crying together on their knees and hugging each other so tightly that their arm's ended up feeling numb. After a long while they were now currently sitting crossed- legged and facing each other. Hoping to hear the stories each one held within themselves.

"Hehe, let's skip to business Morgan: I want hear your story first. Can you please tell me what happened to you when you woke up?"

Morgan then told the story of how he somehow went back in time and woken up in a field- with amnesia. He then told the story of how he met his parents and the rest of the Shepherds out in battle and effectively joined their campaign to stop Grima. His sister all the while eagerly listened to his story.

"..- And now we are back in Ylisse for the time being and are resting for a couple of days before we start up the campaign again. Now please sis, tell me what happened! From the look on your face and your body expression, it seems you knew what happened to me before I woke up with amnesia…Tell me Please! I need to know! …I-I'm sorry sis, but although I remember your face, I DO NOT remember how I went back in time, WHY we were separated, or ANYTHING before that. All I know is that when I saw your face, I knew you were my older twin sister! So please…."

Frowning slightly, his older twin stood up, looked up, and cocked her head, as if she was pondering where to start.

Morgan, sensing his sister's distress, shot up and looked around. Frederick's infamous wariness seeping into his being.

"Is it apart of Validar's doing?! I know he tries to get into mother's head, but if he tries to get into mine, we can both take him on! We can-"

"No."

Morgan stopped and looked at his sister warily. She looked tense and she her eyes were narrowed with irritation and concentration, as if she was focusing her powers on something…

"I'll be honest with you Morgan, I don't have much time. There's so much to talk about but I don't know how long my powers can hold or how long SHE will not notice me…"

"…What do you mean?"

"..I'm not supposed to be here, let alone meet you at this very moment. I used my powers to project my subconscious out and reach you. I want to make sure that she doesn't corrupt you with Grima's darkness like she did me. I'm protecting you with everything I have. I'll try to explain everything quickly the best way I can but I cannot hide from "mother" any longer…"

"…What are you talking about? Mother's fine- she's with father and is probably waiting for me to wake up this very moment! Please sis, you are scaring me…"

Morgan's confused and frightened gaze met with his sister's war torn, solemn ones. It was almost as if she had seen and been through hell and back.

"Yes, you are right about that mother and father waiting for you to wake up, but I'm talking about OUR "mother". The one from the other future timeline. OUR timeline."

Morgan mulled over her words until his eyes dilated in realization on what his sister implied.

"…You mean… you and I are from a COMPLETELY different timeline than Lucina's….

His sister smiled sorrowfully in confirmation. Her eyes then became clouded over with reminiscence as she gave her explanation.

"Checkmate. You have already gone to the outrealms, yes? To help Naga with the other children from a not too different future…As you already know, in that timeline, mother was taken over by Grima and was used as a vessel. You see, the fate of both of us was that we were to become Grima's "perfect little warriors". From the moment of our birth, we were trained to be the best of the Grimeal army. No one knew at the time. We were trained to have no room for mistakes; for we were to be the best candidates powerful enough to be generals of Grima's army. Grima took advantage of our sympathies on mother and turned us against Lucina and the rest of the children. There was no room for love and compassion- that was a weakness. Every day, someone innocent died. Every day, we were forced to watch our armies as they decimated innocent villages and kingdoms. By that time, our mother was long gone, only Grima remained-"

During his sibling's explanation, Morgan noticed that his sister began to fade in and out existence. It was if he was watching a ghost subconsciously trying to stay in physical form. Morgan knew that her time was running out, so he did not dare to interrupt her story. He began to wonder what types of hells he went through himself before he forgot everything. The young boy realized that his sister was almost done explaining, so he shook himself from his thoughts.

"..-Then our heroic father, with his dying breath, begged and prayed for Naga to take us to a different time and place where it was safe. She must have heard his prayer because without warning a portal opened up and sucked the closest thing- which was you- into safety. I tried to get to it but then Grima appeared and captured me. She closed the portal and then from then on I could not find a way to escape. I was tortured for information on where you went- but even I did not know."

At the end of her explanation, Morgan realized his sister was almost completely see-through. He tried reaching for her but then stopped in realization. Tears began to form in his eyes as he knew what this meant- It could be a long time before he sees his sister again.

"…Morgan, I have to go. Grima is calling me. Please send my love to mother and father as well ok? I miss them so. Promise you won't forget me? …Love ya bro- so much."

"…I won't. Not in a million years! If you are still alive when this is all over I promise I will find you. But where should I look?"

Morgan was shaking uncontrollably now. Around him, his surroundings were slowly turning from dark shades of black to a brilliant shade of blinding white. He knew he was starting to wake up when his sister's voice became distant and hard to hear.

"..-Come find me at the…fi-…where….-began..."

Morgan smiled bitterly through his tears- which were falling down his face freely now…He now began to hear two different, yet utterfly comforting familiar voices in the distance. Desperately, Morgan reached for something, anything, in front of him that resembled his sister.

"SIS!"

"M…ORGAN! … FR…E...CK, HE...-WA…K…-…UP!"

Blinking the light slowly from his eyes, Morgan could only sit up and helplessly gaze silently at the relieved and happy faces of his parents. Both then lunged toward him with open arms and hugged him tightly.

"Thank goodness you are okay son!"
"It's about time too! We waited nearly four days for you to wake up! Your father and I almost had a heart attack when you did not wake up after the first day! How are you feeling? Are you still feeling sick? Are you hungry?"

Gawking silently at his parents, Morgan softly spoke.

"…Mother…Father…I have something to tell you…"

Frederick and Robin instantaneously stopped and gave their full attention to their son. It was a while before Morgan spoke again.

"…I remembered that I have an older twin sister."

So there you have it! Sorry it ended up this angsty, but I with this prompt I thought about this scenario for a looong time. Also, this is the longest chapter I have written for this story! Anyways, I will explain:

If you had completed the game and watched the credits where they tell of what happened to all the characters after the fall of Grima, it was said that Morgan could have possibly been from a different timeline than Lucina's. Using this concept and that of The Future Past DLC (Which I DEFINITELY recommend to play) I decided to combine it with another theory. There is another theory that Morgan actually had a twin that did not make it to the past with their counterpart. The gender of the twin depended on if your Avatar was a male or female. (In Future past I and II, both bosses were the Female/Male Morgans of that timeline, respectively.) Robin can even have a conversation with both of them instead of attacking them.

Onto the next story! Stay Tuned!

-Kara