Fairy Tale:

"A story, a story!"

Robin looked down at Morgan and sighed.

"We gave you a story already, didn't we?"

Morgan shook her head.

"Mom gave [i]Mark/i] a story. There are two of us, so we should get two stories. Especially since that story was definitely made for Mark."

Lucina looked at Robin.

"I did tone things down a bit for him. You know he gets night terrors lately…"

Robin smiled.

"You're spoiling Morgan."

"[i]We're/i] spoiling Morgan, dear. Or did you forget about…"

Robin cleared his throat.

"It's not her birthday yet, Lucina. Let's not mention the P. O.N…"

Robin glanced over to see Morgan listening closely, and remembered how much Morgan had been paying attention to letters and spelling lately.

"Ahem. Fine. I guess I can tell one story for Morgan. To match the one you told Mark. If Morgan goes to sleep immediately after she gets to bed."

"YAY!"

And so Robin started a story that, excluding the interruptions from Morgan, went something like this:

Once upon a time, there was a scholar who lived… well, most everywhere. The scholar didn't know what his past was, other than the fact he didn't want to let it catch up with him, just like he didn't know what his future was, except that it wasn't good. He was scared of everyone. And every morning, he was afraid the big dragon he was running from would have finally caught up with him.

But one day, he woke up to see something other than the dragon. He saw a beautiful woman in armor.

"Hello" she said.

The man nodded, in confusion as much as anything.

"Hello?"

He then realized he should say a little more.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

"I'm a dragon slayer. And I'm a dragon slayer." she said.

The scholar was surprised. Not that there was a dragon slayer. He had met dragon slayers before. But he didn't know of any of them that had lived long enough to know he was being chased. The dragon he was afraid of was much worse than any other he had heard of.

"You should be careful, then. I spent my whole life running from a dragon. It's why I'm always alone. I don't know if anyone can kill it." he said.

"I don't know either. But I know I have to try. I don't want to spend my life running." the Dragonslayer said.

"It's better than not having a life." the Scholar said. But even as he said it, he wasn't sure.

The Dragonslayer looked away.

"If you stay here, I can help prepare for the Dragon. I've been hunting it my whole life. It killed my father."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You can help me end this." the Dragonslayer said.

"What do you want me to do?" the Scholar said.

"Prepare. We can have this place set up to let us fight the dragon. It's chasing you because it's afraid of you. And together, we can let it know it's right to be afraid."

And so they prepared. And that night…

But Morgan was asleep. Robin smiled.

Lucina leaned closer to Robin.

"You know, when she's like this, it's hard to remember what a troublemaker she is when she's awake."

"Don't worry. She'll remind us soon enough. I'm just glad she liked the story."

Lucina smiled.

"I'm just sorry you weren't able to finish the story. I wanted to know how it ended."

Robin chuckled.

"Really? You should know already."

"Should I?"

"Well, you [i]were/i] there."