9Time Wanders On-xTheODSTx
Lucina, stoic as ever, has been drilling Morgan more than ever. Morgan, dealing with the pain for the last few months due to their mutual lost, does her best to keep and look like it doesn't affect her like it does. Buutttt. Sometimes your best isn't what they truly want.
Just another day, just another day. Just gotta make it believable. Neither of us want to keep this going on forever. After, another match will definitely happen tomorrow no matter what. She let out a sigh. Its just how she is. Always training. Trying to forget.
"What was that?" Morgan was woken from her mental rant, rudely interrupting such a good point and was about to dive to even more specifics. But...her mom didnt need to know that. Ever,
Quick quick qwwwuiicckk!Ummm... "I was thinking of dad again. Him and that selfish pride. Never could put it down it seems." Ehh...not like I HAVEN'T thought that.
"Robi-your father was a brave and honourable man, through and through. Preferred his hand on his blade, and his friends behind his shield." The elegant princess sighed semi-dramatically, removing the few stray pieces of hair from her eyes. She chose and professionally brandished the wooden training sword like she had being doing it since birth...which honestly and obviously wasn't too far from the truth. Just add a decade.
Her opponent sighed in contempt, knowing full well she was just going to be massively disappointed with her own progress just like every other time before this. She used her bruises to help identify just how many times she might have...sorta failed.
That makes about...9...today? She conjured this up in her head, counting on her fingers.
She quickly shook her head of these thoughts and put that trademark grin she had inherited from her father. THIS TIME. It would be different. She just needed to think of another approach.
If only she could use her magi-
"GO!"
Before she could finish the thought she blocked the oncoming of barrage of attacks without thinking. A mixture of slashes, plunges, and swipes. At random. She was definitely getting to use to this. As she parried the attempted stab, she flourished her own blade with a twist, causing the warrior princess's blade to deflect off of her own, forcing her to have to go on the defensive. The tactician in training smiled, finally having the opening she needed.
"I suruurree hope this doesn't get me killed," she whispered to no one but herself as she flung the practice sword as high as she could above her, causing to gaze at the action in shock and disbelief.
Morgan expertly whipped out her weak Wind tome as her sword spun in mid air, she saved merely for sessions like this one. Closing her eyes, concentrating, silently chanting the words quickly as possibly. She could only hold that sword in air for so long before she tired herself out. Lucina knew how this would go down, and pushed herself into a sprint before the girl could pull it off.
"WIND!" She yelled valiantly as the magic soared from her fingers, the power jetting outward to its intended target. This was it. This is what did it. Said target managed to pull off an amazing side sweep to the left mid-sprint, then leaped in the air ready to preform that hellish jump attack she was so prone to using. She had broken many a sword from this darn darn move of hers. That blade was coming straight for her.
This is how it ends. Morgan looked back up, catching her own sword in her hand when her fiendish looking mother right on her. Whelp, she thought, it was worth a shot.
Scanning her tactical brain for anything, she found herself using a technique so unconventional it just might work. She rotated her arm back around her, bringing the blade in an upward windmill slash. Praying to Naga that the counter attack that would be coming her way wouldn't bruise like the last had.
After all, it still stung when she moved her left arm.
The clunk of the blocks of wood coming into contact brought a new sense of hope into her, causing her to open her eyes in shock. She didn't even know her eyes had been closed. Opening them and seeing her opponent's face was also just as priceless, if not more so.
Either she acted with more strength and speed then she ever had before in her entire life, which wasn't exactly impossible, or the mere unorthodox movement and power caused the blue haired time-traveling princess to lose her footing, which Morgan took full advantage. She kicked around with her foot, making Lucina fall the rest of the way.
With a thud, Morgan stood over her mother, grinning triumphantly. Her cheeky smile causing the stoic Lucina to crack a smaller one in response. Lucina kept her expression til she noticed her daughter was quite enjoying her victory. The foot on her stomach was a clear indication of such. Her daughter let a chuckle escape her smile.
"Aww. How cute," Lucina started, causing Morgan to stop and glare at her ever so evil mother. "Your blade never made contact." Morgan was unexpectedly shoved away, catching her other rolling back to where her blade has landed, striking her battle pose once more.
"Seems that same technique comes back to haunt me, the princess flipped her sweaty hair out of her face. "Even now." Morgan looked up, having attempted to remove the dust from her cloak. She swore some of it had bled into it. If she was looking for a better explanation from her mother, she obviously wasn't getting it if she was taunting her to come back for more. Beckoning her with her right hand.
Morgan, wiping her nose with her forefinger of her right hand, straighten her posture. Taking a deep breathe, she took the first step, ready to take the charge.
"I wont stop til I get you. This time I'm not stopping." She combed her hair into her eyes, just like her father, giving her a hardened and tougher and messy look. Lucina could barely see her eyes til she looked back up at her. She swore she was looking into the eyes of her crazy husband once more. It was almost too much. "I have no plans of failing."
THAT determination. THAT willpower. THAT devotion. Why must she be so much like you, my love...
With a shriek, the drove forward to get the first hit in.
It ended with the familiar sound of a stalemate in power and aggression. Both sides merely pushing against each other, neither attempting to take the swing til the other gave in.
For Morgan, she saw someone that was lost and broken in her mother's eyes. Just like any other day. Why can't I get you to smile like you use to when he was here with us. Why can't we move on, Mom?
For Lucina, Morgan's eyes read one who she took after greatly. Her very father. The great and powerful Hero-Tactician Robin. A person who was looking for who they were, but found security in fighting for those he held dear. She saw the love he gave in her eyes. She saw the suffering he carried whenever he felt he failed someone. She saw the pride he held for his new family in her green, petal shaped irises. It was scary. It was frightening. And... saddening.
Morgan noticed the first tear, her resolve shaking. She halted for ever a second. Maybe not even that. Lucina, sensing this, came to her senses, pushing her tactician daughter back, getting some space to open up more maneuverability. Both sides panting more from emotions than battle conditioning. Lucina with her head to the ground, Morgan thinking of her next stratagem. She was seconds from trying once more until her mother's sad chuckle interrupted every thought in her head. She had no idea what was going on. It didn't seem good no matter what.
"Sometimes..." Lucina looked into her eyes, and that's when she noticed the tears. "Sometimes..." She tried covering her eyes, hoping that it'd act like a dam and stop the coming river. She didn't learn that it never seemed to help. She let out a nervous laugh. It was so forced Morgan wouldn't be surprised if the attempt hurt. "Sometimes you are just TOO much like your FATHER!"
Morgan didnt even brace herself as her mother channeled her holy blood, her skin irradiating power as she prepared herself, raw emotions she held for months at a time finally surfacing for release. Aether. The devastating attack she shared with her father and younger sister Cynthia.
Morgan, calling on her own ancestral magic, her own skin imitating her condition, a fiery red aura shined off of her entire body. Many knew this was yet another copy she carried of her father's. Many didn't even really know the name. Well...I guess you could say the enemy never got the chance to remember.
Both entities eyed the other, neither was going to back down any time soon. Now it just came down the raw power within either of them. No strategy or muscle or conditioning would bring victory, only willpower and emotion would decide who was to come out as the champion.
Both of these attacks were yelled out, meaning to clash with other.
"AETHER" Lucina yelled with all her might, desperation evident in her voice.
"IGNIS" Morgan called out valiantly. She got this far. Time to finally one up both her mother AND father.
A Everlasting Void. With the shell of Hero.
Blackness.
Darkness.
A deepness that invaded the senses. Leaving one empty and void. Just like the space he inhabited.
Yes. This was his home. He was sure. He's always been here.
After all, he never knew anything else. At least, he didn't seem to think there was.
I can barely keeping thought processes going most of the time regardless. The entity let out a repressed sigh. For some reason, something told him that he had been holding it in for too long.
He found himself once more taking the environment he was in. Hah. If you can call it that.
Darkness,darkness, andddddd darkness. Wait! What's over there?!
Oh wait! More darkness. He laughed at his own joke.
Something he had noticed and felt oddly comforting, every now he'd feel a pain in his chest. Would he even venture to say his heart? But it wasn't a physical pain. Well. It sure wasn't a heart attack. But he definitely felt a sense of pain there.
Regret. Maybe. He didn't know what he'd regret though. He scratched that one off for later, his head was too heavy for some reason. But that happened pretty often, so it didn't phase him.
Guilt? Well. Regret could be considered guilt. Or maybe it was the other way around? How did that go anyways? Eh. Scratch that one off too I guess. I'm too lazy.
Wait. How could he make that assumption. He still couldn't remember his own freaking name for heaven's sake. Well. At least he knew this wasn't heaven.
Why did he have a feeling that he deserved to be here?
He found most of his thoughts, whenever they managed to come to him, go into that topic.
No no no no. What had I felt just a few moments ago. It almost felt like it was...sadness?
Sadness. For some reason he has an inkling that he should know a lot about that. He was getting a lot of feelings lately, he just couldn't narrow down why...
Why?
"Sometimes, you are just TOO much like your FATHER!"
He snapped up. Well, I guess made more aware works too. He looked off into the familiar blackness. Thinking that it would help bring an understanding of not only what he just heard.
But felt in his chest.
"But Chrom, we have to something"
There's that same sharp pain in his gut. But it felt more than just a pain this time. He felt a connection that was left unsaid by those voices he just heard.
Why do I feel they are calling out to me. What do they want from me if they do...
Want. Want. Desire. No. Not a desire. A desire usually doesn't hurt like this would. But when did he become an expert at these topics?
Longing.
Longing.
Longing. That's a want.
That's when he saw a light down the valley of darkness. It was calling his name. Calling him home.
For this was never my home. I never belonged here.
"What do you propose we do?"
I feel them calling for me. I felt their longing. I felt their wish. And I shared their wish with them.
For they were mine.
My name's Robin.
I use to think I belonged nowhere. That's why I decided to doom myself instead of my descendants. My family.
I killed Grima when I refused to become him. Or refused for me to become him. I took it upon myself. I had to carry the sin of my fathers. Instead of my children doing it for me.
He couldn't tell if he had ran to the light, or if it was making its way to him. Maybe we were running to each to other?
He saw his family. Lucina. His wife. The smile she only bore from him. The laugh that he and Morgan only seemed to get out of her. He even made her giggle sometimes. That always made him swell with pride.
Morgan.
The embodiment of everything he cared and would die for. The very qualities he thought defined him also equally defined her. He was almost more stubborn than he. Almost more determined, almost more zealous. He felt both and pride an a bit of jealousy that they were copies of the other. She both bounced off the other in those grueling battles that had to come up with a plan to. Their mother and wife holding them when either needed the comfort and warmth.
He need them. He always knew that.
He needed them all.
But... He closed his eyes as the light hit him like a blanket, the warmth coating him. The light then dimmed once more til it seemed to look like it had went to hang around to the fare left of him.
"I don't know"
His eyes opened. He looked as his eyesight returned to him. He felt a breeze. And even though he knew it had been a long time since he even remembered it existed, he could honestly say he missed.
He heard a gasp as his eyes had almost completely adjusted. He saw the Lord and Cleric he started that journey those many years ago. Wait. Didnt they say those thing when we first met?
"I see you're awake now."
Oh Naga please tell me you're pulling what use to be my dragon tail right now.
"Hey there." Please don't giggle. Please don't gig- The blonde giggled at him. Naga this time I will become Grima I swear I will.
"There are better places than to sleep on than the ground you know?"
Yup. Its been decided.
"Here. Give me your hand." Robin grimaced and cringed. He wouldn't take it if he saw that unforgettable tattoo-not-really-a-tattoo-but-proof-he-was-the-Avatar-of-Extermination since birth.
Maybe I'll cut it off with that sword I have. Pretty sure bronze wouldn't cause me to die of rust.
He slowly gave his hand to the young Prince, not daring to look at their hands, til he stole a glance at it. He saw its pure and brand-less skin as he met with his best friend. His brother and yet also his father-in-law. He couldn't help but smirk at that memory.
"Welcome back. It's over now."
The Hero-Tactician nodded, giving his old friend a firm grasp on his shoulder as he looked back at Lissa and nodded. "Not gonna lie," A chuckle left his mouth, the sound of his own voice almost scarring him to die once more and repeat what he just got out of, eternal darkness. "I thought I may have been stuck in a loop." The party of old comrades erupted into long needed laughs.
"If I did, this time you'd have to Lissa close a pretty nasty self inflicted wound," this caused Lissa to gasp as she raised her hands to her mouth. Chrom raised a brow at this.
"And why is that, my friend?"
"Because DAD...Id be missing that very hand you just so happily held onto moments ago."
"Huuuhhh." Chrom shook his head. "Well. Nice to know those unconventional tactics of yours didn't die with Grima."
"Always gotta have a plan. If your advisers don't get it, how can your enemies?" He put his hands behind his head, yawning, then did his first full stretch of his newly revived muscles.
"Its worked out for me so far. And I've been dead for...for?" He looked back at the exalt. "How long HAVE I been gone?"
Chrom let out a heavy sigh as he lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, a headache obviously beginning its surprise siege attack on the young leader.
"6 months. 6 long, dreary, months of agony. For everyone." He gave a serious glare to the newly arisen Hero. And I mean everyone."
She just may try to kill me again...
Hello one and all! So I've been dueling with some thoughts and what not about trying fanfiction once again. I KNOW?! CRAZY RIGHT?! Oh well. Kill me.
So let me go ahead and set the tone. Well. You know what I mean. In Fire Emblem: Awakening I have two main shippings. Theyre both pretty much at the same level. So I decided, why not write a one-shot for each? To get back into the swing of things!
Any old followers of mine,I am currently trying to remember what plots I had for Ash Ketchum: Rising of a Hero and Sapphire Desire. So far...I'd rather start from scratch really. But right now I dont even feel like doing that all too much. Sorry. There hiatus shall continue. For now. Maybe another time!
Anyways. My main shipping are CordeliaxMAvatar. And LucinaxMAvatar. Sorry. I love them both. As said above, kill me.
Anyways. I need to lay down some of these darn copyright things:
First off: I dont claim to own these charcaters. Just the plot.
Second: I have been reading every single Lucina Robin fanfiction out there. So if at any point I may start sounding or even seem like I'm stealing thoughts and lines, I apologize to you and the person. I'd love to shout out gokart48 in his work with BED TIME STORY. I freaking loved that one. Gone2GroundEX with his Time Matters Not. Again, loved it. Elyvern with How to be a Parent. I have so many others, really and truly, but right now thats all I have remembered reading. Chisel by JumperthreeDS. Cold Tea by dualbloodlines.
This will probably only be...maybe four chapter long. But I will probably make a more long term fic soon. Maybe. Its a strong maybe, but still goes along the lines of a MAYBE.