Warning: There is a reason why I gave this crossover story an M-rating. A scene or two here in this chapter alone might give you some idea of why. Be advised, I have specific more scenes planned for the future.

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Kintsugi no Fusei

Book 1: On Fields of Fate

Paralogue 1: The Few Unbroken Bonds

Dawn had come and gone as it heralded the morning sun. The wind blew her fair tresses and it whipped about behind her, now bound in a simple ponytail. For Morgana Daraen, it wasn't a distraction, as she was thoroughly focused on her journey to verify what Aigle had seen. Something that she could still scarcely believe herself. It sounded so fantastical that she doubted that her bird was lying.

But as her loyal steed began to slow down his pace as they neared their destination, the pale woman could see why her old friend had been so rattled as her eyes fell upon the two figures seated on the ground between the Mila Willow and the river. In the embrace of a redheaded young man with a strange arm was a young woman clad in a white cloak, her hair and face hidden by its raised hood. Even meters away, she could see that there was something wrong, something tragic with the cloaked figure.

As her mount brought her nearer to them, she heard the tail-end of their conversation. She didn't even have to strain her ears to listen, not when it was all but roared to the heavens by the young woman as she weakly hit her fists on the young man's chest.

"…The Fell Dragon! I murdered countless people! And they executed me for it! SO WHY ARE YOU HERE WITH ME?"

Morgana's heart plummeted at those words, spoken by a voice so similar to her own when she was much younger. It was a voice she could only hear in hopeful dreams that faded to night terrors forged from haunted memories. And now, those damned memories came back with a vengeance that was made worse than ever by her words' implications.

A babe, her precious daughter, taken before she could hold her in her arms. Appraised by that bastard, a knife was sunk in her heart and her life ended before it could begin, sacrificed in Grima's name. And now, her son's life would be forfeit, destined to be a host.

No, this can't be real. The former royal tried to reason in her mind, but it was all for naught as she saw a glimpse of white hair that was the same shade as hers peek out from the cloak. Then, she heard her cry and her heart tugged painfully as the memory struck her once more. Now, her mind all but screamed for her body to move and for her voice to reach out.

"Why are you helping me Shirou?" She heard the young woman say as she sank limply onto the man's chest.

"Because I wanted to help you." The white-streaked redhead said as he gently embraced her.

A pained gasp left Morgana's lips as she continued to listen as the cloaked figure wept harder, the pain and the hurt all too palpable to ignore, as her mind conjured questions unabated. What had happened to her? Who caused all this? Why was she with this man? Why was she in so much pain?

The questions multiplied as the seconds went by and the pale woman knew, that the only way she could get answers was to ask the one question above all questions. She had to take a risk. It was time to swallow her deepest, darkest fear.

She got off her horse and began to approach them. As grass crunched beneath her, the question left her lips. "Are you really my daughter?"

Morgana watched her stiffen in his arms and slowly, cautiously turn to look at her. The act caused the hood to fall and now, her full features were finally revealed.

If the former royal were asked about what the mysterious young woman looked like, she herself was surprised by the answer. Though tear-stained, her face looked identical to one of her old portraits back when she was still just a young princess and not the exile in hiding that she was today. Part of her hair were bound in two pigtails, one on each side of her face while the rest were unbound and free to move with the breeze. And the purple eyes that met hers– though tinted red, with slits for pupils, and tears flowing freely– was a mirror of her own. "M-mother?"

At the word the young woman voiced, her heart soared with hope. She knew, knew that this was her daughter. Even now she felt something unseen, a bond that should have been severed, was trying to reach out and reconnect.

As the pale woman opened her mouth to confirm their relation, she was then stopped short by the words that escaped the younger albino's lips. And these words horrified her.

"B-but this can't be real… Y-you're already dead…" She said like fact with painful difficulty.

What? That didn't make sense. She was still alive. Tongue tied, she tried to ask but the world had other plans as her "daughter" continued. Or rather, tried to continue.

"Y-you were a-assa-assas-si–" Confusion and fear aplenty swam in those eyes as it flickered erratically between draconic slits and human pupils. Even worse, her eyelids themselves began to flicker close even as it began to muddle with more tears. And worst of all, her breaths became shallow and rapid before her body turned rigid within the young man's arms.

"No! No! This is all real! Stay with me Robin!" The redhead shouted as he hurriedly placed her atop the soft grass, used a pot filled with sand to extinguish the campfire, and cleared the area of any nearby objects.

Robin?! Shock froze Morgana in place as that detail threw her mind for a loop. In the span of just a minute since she arrived, everything went right and wrong, just not in the way that she had ever expected. However, as much as she wanted to mull over it, she was forced to act when she saw jerking movements began to convulse 'Robin's' body. Thus, she was already there in a second, her calloused hands already at work to unclasp the cloak so it wouldn't suffocate her daughter.

"No! Wait! Don't–!" The warning came all too late.

A terrified cry left the former royal's lips as she saw the angry scar on her child's breast, just over where her heart should be. Her hands let go of the cloak's clasp as she raised them to her mouth, her eyes fully seeing the extent of her daughter's hardship. The scars on her atrophied limbs and emaciated frame that told her of long-term imprisonment. But the scar– THAT SCAR!

She could hardly breath or move as the worst moment of her cursed memories replayed in her head once more. Of the moment when the blade punctured through her baby's chest, when her birthing cries became dying gurgles, then silence.

"Get back!" The young man, Shirou, immediately took her in his arms and leapt far out of the way as purple flames stained with inky-darkness erupted explosively from Robin's wounds and writhed angrily. Her steed whinnied in terror at the sight as he retreated close to where they were now yet remained out of loyalty.

"Let me go! She needs help!" Morgana screamed at him as soon as she was set down on the ground, desperate to return to her daughter's side and comfort her, ready to use her own Ignis to brave the flames. Still, even if that was her thought, some part of her told her of the danger. It was instinctual, a justified fear, one made more apparent as she saw the fire wreak havoc all around. It would undoubtedly kill her.

"You don't think I want that too?" Shirou snapped back as he turned his head to where Robin was, the inhuman strength of his left arm on hers preventing her from going there. "That fire is the power of the Fell Dragon made incarnate. It even wounded Naga herself. You'll die before you can even touch her!" He warned her as he held her back.

The pale woman wanted to get him out of her way, that she wanted to do it regardless of the danger and fear that held her back. But the look in his eyes told her he spoke the truth. And that truth caused him pain that ate away at him just as it did her, as she saw that he didn't know what to do. "If you want to help her, then stay alive. It's…it's all we can do now."

Her daughter was gone, sacrificed and dead. She could only flee now and save her son from his destined fate.

"Gods…oh gods. Why?" She cried as she fell to her knees, forced to watch as Robin convulsed with the flames as the seconds passed. It was torture as they waited for the seizure to end, for the flames to stop.

The ground was torn asunder. The grass was instantly disintegrated. All of it done by tendrils that resembled snakes, dragons. Full of wrath, they sought nothing but one purpose as they slammed their forms, Ruin.

After minutes had passed, it died down and revealed a naked Robin amid the ashes left behind, a gibbering mess that still continued to weep. Each word that left her sent an arrow of confusion and hurt that tore at the mother's heart as she walked unsteadily.

"M'sorry…no…don't leave…didn't want to kill…didn't betray…save me…must save her."

Shirou moved faster than she did, as he removed and folded the red sleeve from his arm, before he gently lifted Robin's head and placed it underneath as a makeshift cushion. He then moved the young woman's body to her side for better airflow. With that done, he met her eyes as he turned to her. "I know this is all too confusing and that you have your questions but if you are her mother…please, can you help me calm her?"

There was only one answer, one that she took with no hesitation. She removed her coat and placed it over her daughter. "Just hold her hand, I'll do my part."

When she saw him oblige, Morgana kneeled just behind her daughter as her hand brushed away strands of hair that stuck to her face. The young woman's skin felt cold and clammy with sweat. But still, she gently rubbed circles on her back while a melody left her open mouth.

"On an ocean of stars,

Lo, an angel they see,

Untouched by the war that they waged."

"Laid low by their scars,

A people wounded but free,

Seek what lies beyond this dark age."

"The seasons they turn, Winter to Spring,

Dulling the pain and erasing the sting,

The seasons turn, summer to fall,

Time's warm embrace begins to heal all."

A lullaby, one she'd sang countless times for her Robin when he was a child. And now, she sang it for the Robin before her, her lost daughter.

"On the wild at first light,

The jasper lion will run,

Hark an anthem he drums, can you hear?"

"The people fresh from the night,

Rise and listen as one,

The land that they were promised is near."

"And though I am gone, just ashes in the wind,

One life surrendered so yours can begin,

Courage my children, this is your song,

I am the earth I will make you strong."

This was a song she heard from loyal servants of hers who aided in her escape to Ylisse to raise her son on the farmland she bought while they fled to Valm. Secretly converting to the Valm Faith, they wished to raise their young daughter in peace, free from the Grimleal's influence like her.

Please let this reach her, let her know that we're here. Morgana begged in her mind as a tear fell down her cheek. To her relief, Robin began to calm and fall into slumber as her murmurs ceased, Still, she saw that her daughter's hand clung to Shirou's like a lifeline.

"A world riven by pride repaired at last,

And now its makers can be at rest,

Our vision come to pass."

"The seasons they turn, memory fades,

But when my name has been lost to the grave,

I will sustain you, year after year,

I will protect you when dangers appear."

"And though I am gone, just ashes in the wind,

One life surrendered so yours can begin,

Courage my children, this is your song,

I am the earth I will make you strong."

As her daughter's breaths became soft and evened in her sleep, she ended her lullaby but did not pause her ministrations. Instead, she turned to the man whose mismatched eyes shined gratefully. "She's not my daughter from this timeline, is that correct?"

With her mind free from worry for now, she was quick to connect all the details thus far and asked for confirmation. He gave her a nod. "She comes from another timeline, two of them actually, one where it seems you've been assassinated...or learned of that detail in this life."

"Two timelines, you say? Then perhaps the events of it has yet to pass here." The albino noted as she raised an eyebrow. However, her mind had already begun to theorize for all the necessary precautions and preparations were needed, should the best or the worst possible outcomes happen. "Not to mention that the events here might actually be different."

"By that, you mean that the Robin of this timeline." The redhead quickly pointed out. "The one who could have been her brother in hers."

"That's sharp of you to notice." She complimented. "Yes, the one I named Robin in this timeline is her twin brother…the only one I managed to save from their father."

And wasn't that a horrifying thought? The fact that she would lose one of her children to Validar's schemes no matter what timeline, as well as that of not being able to prevent destiny still. To not that she was also fail one of her children was a…haunting thought to say the least.

"Then as cruel as this may seem, you also know that you can't let your son see her. It might be dangerous for him to learn of his possible fate." He explained bluntly, and she knew what he meant there.

"Is she…?" Morgana trailed off.

"After Grima's defeat…" He began, but she could hear the hesitance in his tone, likely for her daughter's honor. But why was it that his eyes became filled with anger?

"I murdered countless people! And they executed me for it!"

Remembering that, it left her anxious to know the full truth. "…its power became hers after her death and brought her here. Power cannot be destroyed. It can only change. She's the new Fell Dragon." Shirou said with a heavy heart.

The albino's heart was torn anew at the revelation, but she couldn't abandon her daughter, different timelines or powers be damned. "You'll both need shelter." She declared.

She stood up and went to her horse who had patiently waited for her. In one of the satchels strapped to the saddle, she grabbed a map and a piece of charcoal wrapped in linen. She returned to the redhead, opened the map, and began to mark it with directions. "There's a forest not too far across this river and I have an emergency pit-house hidden there by a large bush. Just follow this map and use the Mila Willow as a benchmark. I know you have good eyesight and capabilities beyond the normal so you'll get there fast enough."

"…you're the owner of that hawk I saw." He concluded as he took the map. "No wonder you knew where we are. It tailed me." He noted as she could see that he held her in a higher regard for her skill for training such a sharp animal

"That I am." Morgana confirmed before her eyes softened as she turned her gaze once more to Robin. "And I am glad I came here. Thank you for helping her. I owe you for this."

Shirou rubbed the back of his head, eyes closed. "You don't owe me anything. I just wanted to help her." He said to her as though it was the most normal thing to do.

"Hmm, what a modest young man you are." Despite herself and what had just happened earlier, she found herself smiling at not just his reply but at the kind of character that this young man held. "Will you continue watching over her until I can visit?"

"You have questions that need answers, so does she. Trust me, you'll find me there." The redhead assured her.

"Then, I trust you'll do just that. I must return to my son. he must be worried by now, even with Aigle for company." The redhead made space for her and she knelt before her daughter to give her a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be back soon, little bird."

Robin didn't reply of course, but her lips twitched upwards.

That was enough for Morgana.

She got on her steed, ready to leave for her house, but met Shirou's eyes once more. She unstrapped her sheathed sword and tossed it; his left hand swift to receive. "There are clothes that might fit Robin as well as some essential supplies at the pit-house. I'll be bringing some more when I get there. For now, I'll leave that blade to you. I trust you'll use it well."

He looked at the sheathed sword with curiosity before he gave her a curt nod. "You have my word…"

"Morgana."

And with that said, she and her steed were homebound.

Now with no one to talk to nor witness in sight, she was free to let the tears flow freely once more as the wind blew. Its chill was nothing compared to the memories of before, of what little information could be given. But with it came a raging fire that burned within her heart.

I will protect you my children. I will live. I won't leave you both alone.

In another place, another time…

Dark clouds hovered like an ill omen above the castle grounds as it slowly began to engulf the noon sky. Below it where what remained of the Shepherds as they waited for the arrival of their leader and among them was the Feroxi dancer Olivia.

The pink-haired Dark Flier did her best to hide her growing unease as she kept a tight grip on her javelin, but it was a trying battle with the presence of her…allies on the courtyard. But can I still call them that? She asked in her mind, but she already knew the answer to that question in the months that had passed since Robin's imprisonment.

Her heart grew heavy as she looked around at all who were gathered…and those who were no longer with them.

Virion was the closest near her, who could only stare forlornly at the remaining remembrance of Cherche, her son Gerome and the old wyvern Minerva. The young man was far away from them, brooding, and with his axe in hand.

Sumia kept her loyal mount with her to distract herself, something that Olivia realized she should have done but was too nervous to do. Still, the Falcon Knight's eyes also tried to hide her fear, an effort helped by Gaius as he remained close to hide her from the others.

Say'ri kept herself rooted where she stood, silent as ever, just as she had vowed in protest of their tactician's incarceration. I wonder why she didn't leave like Panne and Anna did. The dancer thought as she remembered their desertion of the group. In hindsight, it was a good thing that they left when they could before it all worsened.

She bit her lip as her gaze went to Stahl. Like the remaining heir of Chon'sin, he was not vocal of his protest, for he still grieved the loss of his wife Cordelia in battle. But was it really a battle or just a massacre she was sent to? She thought of the "deaths" of the other Shepherds, deaths that still continued to haunt her.

Miriel, Lon'qu, Lissa, Kellam, Cherche, Ricken, Nowi, Donnel, Cordelia, Gregor, Flavia, Basilio, Tharja, Henry… It was all too much for Olivia. Too many lives were brought to an abrupt and unfair end, too many friends have been lost and now, she may lose yet another one out of misguided fear.

Suddenly, the Dark Flier heard footsteps from the dark corridor of the dungeon and all eyes were upon the entrance. This was it. They would finally know why they were here, and fear consumed her.

Her heart pounded louder than any drum and bile threatened to escape from her stomach. All she could think of, all she could pray for in this moment, was for Robin to be alright and that her imprisonment finally ended.

But deep in her mind as she remembered all that had happened to her comrades, to Ylisse, that such fate was not meant to be.

Olivia could only gasp in horror as Chrom walked past the haunting gates of the prison to the courtyard where she and the Shepherds waited. In his hand was the divine blade, the Exalted Falchion, now stained with blood and his eyes devoid of emotion.

"The Fell Dragon is dead." The callous tone with which those words were announced came like a drop of a hammer on the final nail of the coffin. With it, the last specks of hope that kept burning in the pink-haired woman's heart for her cherished friend's survival faded away.

Her grip on her javelin failed her and she numbly felt herself fall down onto her knees as tears began to fall down her cheeks. She couldn't believe it. This wasn't fair. This isn't fair!

"The demon is vanquished! Long live the Exalt! Hail Naga!" Lucina shouted as she moved to stand beside her father.

"Hail!"

"We're finally free of the bitch!"

"That monster will haunt us no longer!"

"Glory to Naga's will!"

"Your death was not in vain mother!"

"Miriel, you've finally been avenged!"

And it hurt her to hear the Shepherds' cheers, what remained of both its current and future iterations. Each hate-filled insult to her friend was a knife painfully twisted in her heart. How in the world could they cheer for Robin's death when she did no wrong? How could they just forget what Robin did for them? It hurt her to know that people she once called family, comrades, and more cheered for her death.

Did the tactician even have a moment of peace before she was executed by the Exalt? She had a feeling that the answer was no, and she felt shame and regret tear her up from the inside. I-I should have tried harder to reach her. I should have done that! Olivia thought miserably to herself.

Olivia felt a hand on her left shoulder and when she turned to see who it was, she found that Virion had knelt beside her, his face also stained with regretful tears and a guilty look upon his mien. "You are not the only one who mourns for her Olivia."

At these words, the pink-haired dancer found among the Shepherds others who shared her pain.

Sumia had now buried her face on her Falicorn's mane. In return, the winged-unicorn kept the falcon knight upright as she wept, her shoulders shaking.

Gaius stared blankly at a small pouch in his hands, that which contained the last set of sweets he ever received from the tactician. The Thief-turned-Myrmidon-now-Sword Master's eyes were misty.

Say'ri's face could have been carved out of stone had it not been for the twin streaks on it. Still, the former princess of Chon'sin kept a tight grip on the handle of her blade.

And Stahl, their green-armored great knight, glared furiously at the ground as he grieved. His usually calm demeanor was nowhere to be seen as his gauntleted hands tightened into fists.

Unknown to her and the others at that time however, three pairs of eyes looked at them with worry as they too, hid their own conflicted emotions at this announcement.

"Now, we only need to end her line so it could never again threaten Ylisse."

Olivia was certain that all of those in mourning like her suddenly felt a cold hand grasp at their hearts when they heard those words from Chrom's mouth. It did not need any repeating as they realized what it meant, to their disgust and horror.

"DON'T YOU EVEN DARE!" A raging fist clad in metal and piercing moonlight met flesh. The force exerted would have sent teeth flying had the target not raised his arm instinctively before impact. Nevertheless, bone broke and blood splattered on the pavement when Chrom's body finally fell to the ground while Stahl stood with his fist still covered in Luna.

"Father!" Lucina screamed as she went to attend to her father's broken limb, bone exposed from where it punctured through.

Strength flooded Olivia as she grabbed her javelin, her heartbeat fast and heavy like drums. Whatever fear that was in her heart was burned away by the fires of protective rage. Her gaze met Virion's as he drew arrows from his quiver, bow in hand.

Across them, Gaius and Sumia drew closer together, the former with his hands on his swords and the latter with her own javelin held steady.

Say'ri flicked her thumb and it revealed a glint of steel from her sheathed blade.

"Stahl! What is the meaning of this? How dare–" Fredrick began, only to be interrupted by the furious knight as he revealed his sword.

"SHUT UP!" The brunette roared, a sentiment that she and the Shepherds close to Robin shared as they stood tall with weapons drawn, eyes burning with wrath. "I stood by out of duty to the Exalt when Robin was taken in chains and imprisoned. I stood by when she was murdered by the Exalt. I will not stand by for the murder of Robin's daughter!" Stahl declared furiously to Fredrick.

"You speak of treason Stahl. You have a duty to Ylisse! A duty to obey and exercise the Will of the Exalt!" The General growled.

"If the murder of an innocent is the Will of the Exalt then fuck my damn duty!" The Great Knight snapped back as he reached for the right pauldron that marked him as a loyal knight of Ylisse and ripped it off, before he threw it away with no hesitation.

"Don't be a fool Stahl!" Vaike shouted as he reached for his axe, the one time they wished he misplaced it. "We need to make sure that Grima can't return!"

Libra's face remained cold, but his eyes were judging as he readied his own axe.

"NO! I'm doing what I should have done! Chrom is no Exalt of mine, I follow the will of Emmeryn! I know she and Lissa would've been ashamed of him!"

Gerome gripped his halberd tightly as he snarled. Beside him, Kjelle lifted her heavy spear.

"Listen to us!" Sully insisted as she too, drew her lance. "What would Cordelia say?"

"DON'T YOU SPEAK HER NAME!" With a roar, Stahl charged.

Arrows were loosed, spears thrown, axes brought to grind, and swords brought to bear. And thus, began the Clash of the Shepherds, with only Olivia and Virion aware that a certain thief and falcon knight had already slipped away. They could only trust that they would save the last link they had with their executed friend, her Little Light. Though they failed to act before, they will not fail now.

I'm sorry Robin. We couldn't save you, help you. But we won't let them kill your child even if it's the last thing we'll do. Olivia thought before she hardened herself in determination, her heart now set to do whatever needs to be done to protect that innocent child's life.

My responses to the reviews:

tom24800: Thanks, I'll do that.

Seeker: Now that's dedication. I swear though, the cliffhangers are…unintentional.

The Crowned Reaper: I can't wait to get to writing that part too! It's just that I have a specific flow of events before that.

SentinelSlice: Thank you very much! As for this Shirou well…

RedRat8: On that, we will have to wait and see.

Bubbahfearsome: Thank you kind stranger.

warrior of six blades: If there's one thing I really don't want to take away from Shirou…it's his cooking. *sings Emiya-san Chi no Kyou no Gohan OP* True and here we are with more characters!

Kayen1024: *points at the chapter above* Well that happened so…yeah.

steel35: For a moment I thought I wrote Shirou's name as Shitou while Robin's name was Corrin to cause that confusion. As for Chrom well… *points at the chapter above*

Hero of Justice Roxas: Thank you. I'm definitely staying healthy.

Hashirama 1710: Wait and see.

Author's Notes: *looks at audience as I prepare my defense for that scene* Hello readers, you must have questions on why Robin had a seizure.

She had what is known as a Psychogenic Non-Epileptic Seizure due to the intense stress of what happened to her and the reveal of her mother. This is further not helped by the fact that her health is still rather poor and would require therapy and rehabilitation I might add. Thus, it felt natural to write that part with all that's happened to her really.

As for why and how exactly I wrote it is because I had actually experienced that particular kind of seizure not once, but twice last year due to some intensely stressful and traumatic events I had faced. The symptoms were elaborated to me by my best friend who was thankfully there on both cases. Hence, why I was able to write on what someone (Shirou) should do since the first time I went through it, a classmate of mine tried to hold me down and it caused me a leg injury before said best friend was able to stop him and do the correct procedures.

With that all said and done, let's get back to plot. We've got Robin's momma who is the mother of Male Robin in this timeline. I've also provided a brief glimpse of what's currently happening in Robin's original (2nd) timeline. I've got very, very special plans that involves them all.

To be honest though, I would've posted this chapter sooner if it wasn't for the fact that rain has returned to my town and it never fails to make me sleep.

But anyways, don't hesitate to tell me what you thought of this chapter in a review. Love it or Hate it, do tell me what you thought of it. I hope I was able to entertain you in these trying times.

Till next time, this is Will S. LaVi.

P.S. The song Morgana sang is called "The Heritors of Arcadia" from Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadow of Valentia.

As of July 29, 2020, this chapter is now considered the 1st Paralogue and was rewritten with help from RedRat8, the official Beta Reader of Kintsugi no Fusei. Feel free to tell us what you think of the changes.