Chapter 23: Act 4- Gathering Forces; The Tactician's Son
The tension in the air crystallized into immediate action as the group departed from the failed diplomatic mission. Sybyrh's demeanor shifted seamlessly from diplomatic queen to battle-hardened commander, her orange eyes sharp with centuries of tactical experience.
"Frederick," her voice cut through the air with practiced authority. "Gather our forces. All of them. We need every soldier ready and assembled within the hour." She turned to Roy, recognizing the dragon crest bearer's tactical mind would be crucial. "We'll need to coordinate our magical defenses with our conventional forces. Valm won't wait long to make their first move."
Chrom looked at his assembled Shepherds, his expression touched with regret. "Everyone, I—"
"Don't you dare apologize, Father," Lucina interrupted, stepping forward with Odyn at her side. "We all knew what Walhart was. This was inevitable." Her eyes held the weight of future knowledge as she continued, "But we have advantages he doesn't know about. Allies he can't predict."
"More of your companions from the future?" Sybyrh asked, her tactical mind already working through the possibilities.
"Yes," Lucina nodded, beginning to count off on her fingers. "Morgan, Robin and Cordelia's son – he inherited both his father's tactical genius and his mother's skill in the air." She smiled slightly. "Having another tactician of Robin's caliber would be invaluable."
"And Noire," Tharja interjected, her dark eyes showing unusual interest. "My future daughter. Her... unique talents could prove useful."
"Gerome," Lucina continued, "son of a Valmese noblewoman who rides a wyvern. He actually knows their territory, their fortifications. And Yarne, the taguel heir – his transformation abilities would give us an edge they won't expect."
"Laurent," she added, "the son of one of our most brilliant mages. His magical research could help counter Valm's war machines."
Sybyrh's expression changed subtly at Lucina's final revelation. "And the twins? You mentioned a princess and..." She paused, her orange eyes widening slightly. "Baron? My brother?"
"Yes," Lucina confirmed. "Say'ri and Baron. In our future, their alliance was crucial. Say'ri knows the resistance movements within Valm, and Baron..." She looked meaningfully at her aunt. "Well, you know what having another dark elven captain of his caliber could mean."
The Shepherds exchanged determined looks. Flavia barked out a laugh, her hand on her sword. "Well, isn't this perfect? Walhart thinks he's facing one kingdom, and instead he's about to face an army strengthened by warriors from the future itself."
"Not to mention," Basilio added with a grim smile, "he just managed to personally offend one of the most powerful dark elves in existence. Not your smartest move, Conqueror."
"Then our path is clear," Sybyrh declared, her power rippling through the air. "We find these future allies first. Quickly. Every day we spend gathering strength is a day Walhart spends building his invasion force." She turned to her daughter-in-law. "Lucina, you'll need to guide us. Where do we start?"
"Morgan should be our first priority," Lucina suggested. "With both Robin and Morgan coordinating our strategy..."
"Two master tacticians," Chrom nodded. "That would give us a significant advantage."
"And my brother..." Sybyrh mused, a mix of emotions crossing her face. "To think he's out there somewhere, fighting alongside a Valmese princess. The threads of fate weave strange patterns indeed."
The Shepherds began breaking into groups, preparing for what they knew would be a race against time. They needed to gather their future allies before Walhart's forces could mobilize fully. As they organized, Sybyrh's earlier words to Walhart rang in their ears - if he wanted their surrender, he'd have to beat it out of them. And with every passing moment, that task was becoming increasingly impossible.
Sybyrh pushed aside her personal desires, years of tactical experience taking precedence over her heart's yearning to reunite with her brother. She turned to Robin and Cordelia, who stood together processing the news of their future son.
"Tell me about Morgan," Sybyrh addressed Lucina, her orange eyes focused and clear. "In your timeline, what kind of person was my nephew by marriage?"
Lucina's expression softened with fondness. "Morgan was... is... brilliant like Robin, but with Cordelia's determination. He could read a battlefield like a book, but he also had this infectious enthusiasm that kept morale high even in the darkest moments." She paused, remembering. "He inherited his mother's gift for flight tactics, but combined it with his father's ground strategy. The way he could coordinate pegasus knights with infantry was unlike anything we'd seen."
Robin stepped forward, his tactician's mind already working. "Where would he be? Knowing myself, I would have made sure he had access to resources, to knowledge..."
"An ancient library," Cordelia suggested, her crimson hair catching the light. "Somewhere he could study both military history and magical theory."
"The ruins near the eastern border," Sybyrh suggested, drawing on centuries of geographical knowledge. "There's an old elven archive there. If Morgan inherited both his parents' drive for knowledge..."
Chrom nodded decisively. "Then that's where we start. Robin, Cordelia, you should lead this search. Your son would recognize you, even across time."
"I'll go too," Lucina offered. "Morgan was... is... my cousin. We were close in the future. Having a familiar face might help."
Sybyrh touched the silver and gold highlights in her dark hair – strands earned through years of putting duty before personal desires. She knew finding Baron would have to wait. "The boy's tactical mind could be crucial in the coming war. We move now, before Walhart's forces can mobilize."
The group began preparing for their journey east, each understanding that finding Morgan wasn't just about reuniting a family – it was about gaining a strategic advantage they desperately needed. Yet even as they prepared, Sybyrh couldn't help but wonder about her brother, fighting somewhere in Valm alongside a foreign princess, waiting to be found.
The path to the Outrealm Gate stretched before them, ancient stones marking the way to where Morgan was last seen. Lucina couldn't help but notice Odyn's distant expression, his orange eyes focused on something far away, his long blue hair stirring in the breeze. The dark elf's usual composed demeanor had given way to something more contemplative.
She squeezed his hand gently, feeling the slight start of surprise as he returned to the present. "You're brooding again," she said softly, a knowing smile on her face.
Odyn's features softened as he looked at his wife. "Was I that obvious?" He squeezed her hand back. "I was thinking about Morgan. In your future... our future... he was more than just your cousin, wasn't he? He was part of our inner circle."
"Yes," Lucina confirmed. "He was one of our strongest pillars of support. When things seemed darkest, Morgan always found a way to see hope, to find a path forward." She paused, watching Robin and Cordelia ahead of them. "Much like his father, though perhaps with a bit more of his mother's... enthusiasm."
A few paces ahead, Robin was muttering to himself, running through tactical scenarios with increasing anxiety. "But what if he's in danger? What if he doesn't recognize me? What if—"
Cordelia's light laugh interrupted his spiral of worry. She guided her pegasus closer to his horse, reaching out to touch his arm. "Robin, love, you're overthinking this. Though I must say, seeing the army's master tactician flustered over meeting his own son is rather endearing."
"I just..." Robin ran a hand through his hair. "How did you handle it so calmly when we met Severa?"
"Who says I was calm?" Cordelia's smile turned wistful. "I was terrified. But I knew she needed her mother to be strong." Her expression grew more serious. "Morgan will need the same from you. He'll need his father's guidance, not his father's doubts."
"She's right, Uncle Robin," Lucina called forward, having overheard. "Morgan idolized you in our timeline. He spent hours studying your tactical manuals, trying to live up to your legacy."
Robin's eyes widened slightly. "He did?"
"Oh yes," Lucina continued, a fond smile crossing her face. "He would organize mock battles with the other children, always trying to recreate your famous strategies. Drove Severa crazy sometimes."
Odyn's brooding finally broke into a small smile. "I remember you telling me about those. Didn't he once try to recreate the pincer movement from the Plegian campaign using nothing but practice dummies and Frederick's unattended horse?"
The memory brought a laugh from Lucina. "Poor Frederick was beside himself. But Morgan's plan actually worked... mostly."
Their conversation was interrupted as they approached the ancient stones marking the path to the Outrealm Gate. The atmosphere grew more serious as they all remembered their purpose. Somewhere ahead, a young man with his father's tactical genius and his mother's determination was waiting to be found.
"Ready?" Cordelia asked Robin softly, seeing him straighten in his saddle, his expression finally settling into familiar tactical focus.
"Yes," he replied, his voice growing stronger. "Let's go find our son."
The risen before them writhed with an unnatural darkness that set them apart from their usual encounters. Robin's tactical mind was already whirring with possibilities, but his thoughts kept drifting to his son. Morgan's absence weighed heavily on him, yet the slight smirk playing on Severa's lips pulled him from his brooding.
"Just wait until Morgan finds out about Lucina," Severa said, twirling her sword with practiced ease. "He'll probably spend a week asking Odyn about every dark elf custom he can think of."
"While simultaneously trying to figure out how to incorporate them into his tactical schemes," Cynthia added with a giggle, her pegasus pawing nervously at the ground as the daemon-risen approached.
Brady gripped his staff tighter, his usual scowl deepening. "Yeah, well, first we gotta get through these ugly bastards. Then we can worry about Morgan meeting his new in-laws."
The dark elf in question, Odyn, notched an arrow to his bow, his orange eyes gleaming as he assessed the enemy's movements. His long blue hair caught the wind, and for a moment, Robin could see why Lucina had fallen for him – there was a grace to his movements that reminded him of Chrom's daughter.
"Formation!" Robin called out, pushing his reminiscence aside. "Kjelle, take point with Nah. Owain, support Severa's left flank. Odyn, I want you and Cynthia providing covering fire from the rear."
As the Shepherds moved into position, Nah transformed into her dragon form with a flash of light. "Morgan's going to be so jealous he missed this fight," she commented, her voice carrying the dragonic resonance of her transformed state.
"FEAR NOT!" Owain proclaimed, his sword hand twitching. "We shall regale him with tales of our LEGENDARY BATTLE against these fell creatures of darkness! Though I must admit, even my sword hand trembles at the thought of explaining how his sister married into such an ILLUSTRIOUS lineage of dark elven warriors!"
The daemon-risen surged forward, their corrupted forms casting strange shadows in the dying light. Robin could almost hear Morgan's voice in his head, analyzing the situation, pointing out tactical advantages. His son would have particularly appreciated the way Sybyrh's influence had strengthened their alliance with the dark elves, bringing new fighting styles and magical techniques to their arsenal.
"Let's give Morgan something worth coming back to," Robin said, electricity crackling around his tome. "Shepherds, move out!"
The last of the daemon-touched risen dissolved into purple mist, their otherworldly corruption fading from the air around the Outrealm Gate. Morgan stood there, tome clutched to his chest, drinking in the sight of his family after so long apart. His red hair – so like his mother's – was tousled from battle, but his eyes sparkled with the same tactical intelligence as his father's.
"Father! Mother!" Morgan rushed forward, nearly dropping his tome in his haste to embrace Robin and Cordelia. His mother's eyes were misty as she wrapped her arms around him, while his father ruffled his hair with familiar affection.
"Welcome back, son," Robin said, his voice thick with emotion.
Severa hung back, arms crossed, but her usual scowl was softened by a knowing smirk. "Took you long enough to find your way back, brother dear."
Morgan broke away from his parents to tackle his sister in a hug, ignoring her token protests. "Severa! I missed you too, even if you won't admit you missed me!"
"Gods, you're still such a pain," she muttered, but returned the hug briefly before pushing him away. "But... there's something you should know..."
It was then that Morgan spotted Lucina approaching, and his face lit up with recognition. "Lucina! I..." His voice trailed off as he noticed the tall, elegant figure beside her. His eyes widened comically as he took in Odyn's distinctive features – the long blue hair, dark skin, pointed ears, and striking orange eyes that marked him as a dark elf.
The other future children began to snicker, trying and failing to hide their amusement. Even Brady was struggling to maintain his usual gruff expression.
"Morgan," Lucina said warmly, though there was a hint of mischief in her smile, "I'd like you to meet my husband, Odyn."
Morgan's jaw dropped. He looked at Odyn, then at Lucina, then back at Odyn. His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally managed to speak. "Your... husband? But... when... how... WHAT?"
Owain could no longer contain himself, doubling over with laughter. "Behold! The legendary tactician's son, rendered speechless by the power of love's unexpected alliances!"
"I... I leave for a while and you get MARRIED?" Morgan's voice cracked slightly. "To a dark elf? Does Uncle Chrom know? Wait..." His eyes grew even wider as a new thought struck him. "Uncle Chrom married a dark elf too, didn't he? And I have a cousin who's... oh gods, I've missed so much!"
Nah leaned over to whisper to Cynthia, "This is even better than we imagined."
Morgan suddenly straightened up, his tactical mind visibly shifting into high gear. "But this is fascinating! The cultural implications alone... the tactical advantages of combining Ylissean and dark elven combat techniques... the magical theory possibilities..." He began patting his pockets frantically. "Where's my notebook? I need to write this down! Sir Odyn, would you mind if I asked you about dark elven battle formations? And marriage customs? And magical practices? And..."
"Morgan," Cordelia interjected gently, though she was clearly fighting back laughter herself, "perhaps let them breathe for a moment?"
"Oh! Right, sorry!" Morgan bowed quickly to Odyn, nearly tripping over himself in the process. "It's an honor to meet you, Sir Odyn! Though I suppose I should call you brother-in-law now? Is there a proper dark elven term for that? Do dark elves have specific forms of address for family members through marriage? Is it different for royal families? Since Lucina is technically a princess..."
Kjelle leaned against her lance, shaking her head with amusement. "He's going to be like this for weeks, isn't he?"
"Months," Severa corrected with a snort. "Just wait until he meets Aunt Sybyrh and cousin Roy."
Morgan's head whipped around so fast it was a wonder he didn't hurt himself. "There's MORE?"
The entire company burst into laughter as Morgan continued his rapid-fire questioning, his earlier battle fatigue completely forgotten in his excitement. Even Odyn's usual composed expression cracked into a warm smile at his new brother-in-law's enthusiasm.
Robin placed a hand on his wife's shoulder as they watched their son's animated reactions. "Well, love," he murmured to Cordelia, "I think he's taking it rather well, don't you?"
Cordelia covered her mouth to stifle another laugh as Morgan pulled out a notebook from somewhere and began scribbling frantically while still pelting Odyn with questions. "Oh yes, exactly as well as we expected."
"Morgan," Chrom called out, approaching with a regal dark-skinned woman whose black hair shimmered with silver and golden highlights. "There's someone else you should meet."
Morgan looked up from his notebook, already filled with several pages of notes about dark elven combat techniques from his rapid-fire interrogation of Odyn. His eyes widened at the sight of Sybyrh's orange eyes and pointed ears. "Another dark elf? Wait... Uncle Chrom, is this...?"
"Indeed. This is my wife, Sybyrh," Chrom said with pride, his hand resting gently on her shoulder.
Morgan's notebook nearly fell from his hands. "So you're my aunt now! This is incredible! The strategic implications of having dark elven royalty allied with Ylisse..." He paused, his tactical mind visibly racing. "Does this mean there are new diplomatic channels? New trade routes? New magical knowledge exchanges?"
Sybyrh's melodious laughter rang out. "You truly are Robin's son. Your father had just as many questions when we first met." Her orange eyes sparkled with amusement. "Though perhaps you'd be more interested in hearing about the Dragon's Crest?"
Morgan's quill froze mid-scribble. "The Dragon's Crest? What's that?"
"It is an ancient power passed down through dark elven bloodlines," Sybyrh explained, raising her hand to demonstrate. A subtle glow emanated from her palm, forming intricate patterns that resembled dragon scales. "It allows us to channel draconic energy in battle, enhancing both magical and physical capabilities."
"WHAT?" Morgan's voice cracked with excitement as he frantically flipped to a new page. "That's amazing! How does it work? Can it be combined with traditional magic? Does it have different applications based on the user? What about—"
"And that's not all," Nah interrupted, a mischievous glint in her eye as she gestured to a dark elf with blue and lavender hair approaching them. "Morgan, meet Roy... Odyn's brother and my future father."
Morgan's quill snapped in his hand. "Your WHAT?"
Roy, sharing his brother's composed demeanor but with a hint of warmth in his orange eyes, bowed slightly. "A pleasure to finally meet you, Morgan. Nowi speaks often of how she looks forward to having such an enthusiastic nephew-in-law."
Morgan's head swiveled between Roy and Nah so quickly it was a wonder he didn't get dizzy. "But... you... and Nowi... and dragons... and dark elves... and..." His eyes suddenly lit up even brighter. "Wait! Does that mean the Dragon's Crest can interact with manakete powers? The tactical possibilities! The magical theory implications! The potential combat applications!"
He yanked another quill from his pocket and began writing so fast his hand was practically a blur. "Lady Sybyrh! Sir Roy! Please, you have to tell me everything about the Dragon's Crest! How does it manifest? What are its limitations? Can it be used in conjunction with regular magic tomes? Does it have different effects when used by different individuals? What about its interaction with dragon stones? Does the user's emotional state affect its power? Can it be—"
"Peace, Morgan!" Chrom laughed, though he couldn't hide his amusement at his nephew's enthusiasm. "Let them breathe!"
"But Uncle Chrom!" Morgan protested, ink smudged on his cheek from his frantic note-taking. "This is revolutionary! The tactical applications alone could fill volumes! And the magical theory... we could develop entirely new combat strategies! New spell combinations! New..."
Severa rolled her eyes, though she was smirking. "And here we go. He'll be impossible to live with for months now."
"FELLOW SCHOLAR OF MYSTERIES!" Owain proclaimed dramatically. "Your burning passion for knowledge fans the flames of my own curiosity! Though even my sword hand trembles at the thought of such powerful combinations!"
Sybyrh shared an amused look with Roy before turning back to Morgan. "Perhaps we could start with the basics? The Dragon's Crest manifests differently in each bloodline..."
Morgan's eyes somehow grew even wider as he pulled out a fresh notebook from his coat. "Different manifestations based on bloodline? Does that mean there are variant forms? Different elemental affinities? How does it interact with the Brand of the Exalt? Does it—"
"Morgan," Robin interjected gently, though he was barely containing his laughter. "Perhaps we should let Lady Sybyrh explain before you fill that entire notebook with questions?"
"Oh! Right! Sorry!" Morgan straightened up, trying to contain himself but practically vibrating with excitement. "Please, continue, Lady Sybyrh. I promise to only ask questions every other sentence instead of every word."
The gathered group burst into laughter as Sybyrh began her explanation, Morgan's quill never stopping its movement across the page. Even as he wrote, they could all see his tactical mind working, probably already devising dozens of new strategies incorporating this new knowledge.
"At least he's consistent," Cordelia whispered to Robin, watching their son's enthusiasm with motherly pride. "Though I suspect we'll need to requisition more notebooks from the quartermaster."
"And possibly a new desk to hold them all," Robin agreed with a chuckle, as Morgan excitedly demonstrated what he imagined a combination of dark elven magic and manakete powers might look like, nearly dropping all his notes in the process.
With Morgan safely returned, the Shepherds set out once more, this time following rumors of a mysterious beastfolk who bore an uncanny resemblance to both Panne and Donnel.
"A shy, nature-loving beastfolk?" Panne mused, her ears twitching with curiosity. "That does sound rather familiar."
Beside her, Donnel scratched his head, his thick country accent coloring his words. "Dang, that does sound like it could be one o' our youngins, don'tcha think, darlin'?"
Morgan strode ahead, his eyes alight with the thrill of the chase. "That's what I'm hoping! Just think of the tactical advantages of having another manakete on our side. Not to mention the potential cross-pollination of fighting styles and survival techniques." He paused, glancing over his shoulder. "And of course, it'll be wonderful to be reunited with another one of our comrades from the future."
Robin chuckled, falling into step beside his son. "Slow down there, Morgan. You're getting ahead of yourself. We don't even know for certain that this is one of the future children."
"But Father, the clues fit perfectly!" Morgan insisted, his fingers already twitching to jot down notes. "A shy, nature-loving beastfolk, nearly identical to Aunt Panne? It has to be one of ours!"
Cordelia laid a gentle hand on Morgan's shoulder. "Even so, we mustn't get too ahead of ourselves. This could simply be a coincidence. Or the individual in question may not wish to join us."
Morgan's enthusiasm dimmed slightly, but only for a moment. "I understand, Mother. But just imagine the possibilities! Another manakete, with potentially brand new abilities we've never seen before. And if it is one of the future children..." His eyes gleamed. "Just think of how much more we could learn about the world they came from."
Robin smiled, ruffling Morgan's hair affectionately. "That's my boy. Always thinking of the bigger picture. Very well then, lead the way. Let's see what we can discover."
Morgan straightened his shoulders with renewed purpose. "Right! Shepherds, forward! We've got a future child to find!"
As the group pressed onward, following Morgan's lead, Panne and Donnel exchanged a curious glance. "Ain't that somethin'," Donnel murmured, his calloused hand finding Panne's. "Our little one, out there waitin' for us."
Panne squeezed his hand, a rare smile gracing her features. "Indeed. I look forward to meeting them."
The Shepherds moved with a sense of renewed determination, their ranks swelled by the return of one of their own. Whatever awaited them, they would face it head-on - as a family.
"A bow-wielding dark mage?" Robin mused, scratching his chin as the Shepherds processed this new information. "That's... certainly an unusual combination."
Henry's perpetual smile somehow grew wider. "Ooh, dark magic AND arrows? Nya ha! Sounds like someone's found a fun new way to make people bleed!"
"Henry," Tharja growled, though there was a hint of consideration in her dark eyes. "Still... combining dark magic with archery... it's an intriguing concept."
Morgan was already scribbling frantically in his notebook. "The tactical applications would be fascinating! Imagine incorporating hex effects into arrow strikes, or using dark magic to enhance projectile trajectory..." He paused, looking up at Henry and Tharja. "And you say this archer resembles both of you?"
"That's what the villagers claimed," Cordelia confirmed, exchanging meaningful glances with Robin. "Dark hair, pale skin, and according to them, 'a smile that could either charm you or terrify you.'"
"NYA HA HA!" Henry clapped his hands together. "Sounds like our future kiddo found a way to make death even more interesting! I'm so proud already!"
Tharja's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "A child of ours choosing archery over pure dark magic... interesting. Though combining the two..." A rare smile crossed her face. "Perhaps they inherited our creativity with curse craft after all."
"But what about Yarne?" Donnel asked, adjusting his pot helmet. "Weren't we supposed to be lookin' for our child first?"
Panne's ears twitched. "The trail suggests both young ones might be in the same direction. Perhaps they're traveling together?"
Morgan's eyes lit up even brighter. "Two future children at once? This is perfect! We can learn about how different combat styles evolved in their timeline! Maybe they developed new fighting techniques together! I need to write down some theories about possible tactical combinations..."
"Morgan, dear," Cordelia interjected gently, "perhaps we should focus on finding them first before planning battle strategies?"
"Oh! Right! Sorry, Mother!" Morgan laughed sheepishly, though his quill didn't stop moving. "But just think about it - a dark magic archer and a taguel working together! The strategic possibilities are endless! They could..."
"Focus, Morgan," Robin reminded him with an amused smile. "What does your tactical mind tell you about our next move?"
Morgan straightened up, entering his strategic mindset. "Well, given the reported sightings and the terrain, I'd suggest we split into two search parties. One group can follow the forest trail where the taguel tracks were spotted, while the other investigates the villages where the dark archer was seen. That way we can cover more ground and..."
"And potentially walk right into an ambush," Tharja noted dryly. "If our future child inherited any of our affinity for traps..."
"Ooh, that'd be fun!" Henry chimed in cheerfully. "Nothing says family reunion like stepping into a perfectly crafted hex trap! CAW CAW!"
"Perhaps we should stick together," Robin suggested diplomatically, noting the increasingly worried expressions on some of their companions' faces. "If these two future children are indeed traveling together, we'll have a better chance of finding them as one group."
"And avoiding any... enthusiastic welcome presents they might have left behind," Cordelia added, casting a meaningful glance at Henry's still-gleeful expression.
"Aww, you're no fun," Henry pouted, though his smile never wavered. "But I guess meeting our future kid is worth missing out on a few trap triggers!"
Morgan had already filled another page with notes. "Right then! We should head northeast, following the forest line where the taguel tracks were spotted. The villages reporting the dark archer sightings form a pattern suggesting movement in that direction as well. Plus, the terrain there would be perfect for both archery and taguel movement patterns!"
As the Shepherds began moving out, Tharja fell into step beside Henry. "A dark archer..." she murmured thoughtfully. "Perhaps our future child found a way to make your love of violence and my curse craft more... efficient."
"Nya ha! As long as they're having fun spreading chaos and destruction!" Henry chirped cheerfully.
"Would you two stop planning future hexes and help us look for tracks?" Severa called out irritably, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "Gods, now I understand where Noire gets it from..."
The name made both dark mages pause momentarily, sharing a curious glance before continuing on. Behind them, Morgan was still muttering about tactical formations and magical theory, his notebook nearly full of new ideas inspired by the prospect of such an unusual combination of combat styles.
"At least we know one thing," Robin commented to Cordelia as they watched their son's enthusiasm. "Whoever these children turn out to be, Morgan will have plenty of new tactical scenarios to analyze."
"Heaven help us all," Cordelia replied with a fond smile, watching as Morgan began sketching what appeared to be a complex battle formation involving taguel movements and cursed arrows.
The daemon-touched risen circled their prey with an unnatural fluidity that set them apart from their more mindless kin. In the clearing ahead, a young taguel male – unmistakably Yarne with his father's shy demeanor despite his impressive beast form – was backing away, his ears flat against his head.
"Mother! Father! Help!" Yarne's voice cracked with fear as he dodged another risen's corrupted blade.
"My boy!" Donnel gripped his sword tighter, his usual easygoing manner replaced by paternal determination.
Panne was already shifting into her beast form. "Stand strong, my son. We're coming!"
Further in the distance, arrow shots punctuated the air as a dark-haired archer – Noire – fought off her own group of daemon risen, her hands trembling even as she took precise shots.
"There's Noire," Lucina said, her hand finding Odyn's as she watched her old friend fight. Her blue eyes held a mix of determination and nostalgia. "She doesn't know yet... about you being here, about us being married. In our future, your future self protected us for so long..." She squeezed his hand. "She'll be shocked to see you as you are now."
Odyn's orange eyes narrowed at the daemon risen, his long blue hair whipping in the wind as he drew his bow. "These corrupted ones are becoming troublesome," he muttered, then turned to his wife with a slight smile. "Shall we show them how a princess of Ylisse and a dark elf warrior handle such nuisances?"
"Robin," Lucina called out, unsheathing Falchion, "we'll handle Noire's rescue. Focus your forces on reaching Yarne!"
Morgan was already calculating, his tactical mind racing. "Father, if we split our forces here and here..." he pointed rapidly, "we can create a pincer movement. The risen's corruption seems to make them more aggressive, so we can use that against them!"
"Good thinking, son," Robin nodded. "Donnel, Panne, take point with Morgan and Cordelia. Henry, Tharja, provide covering fire. We need to reach Yarne before—"
"BLOOD AND THUNDER!" A sudden cry split the air from Noire's direction, making several shepherds jump.
Henry's eternal smile widened. "Ooh, sounds like our little girl's other side is coming out to play! Nya ha!"
"Focus," Tharja growled, though there was a hint of pride in her voice. "Let Lucina and her husband handle Noire. We need to deal with these abominations first."
Lucina and Odyn were already moving in perfect sync toward Noire's position, years of fighting together evident in their coordinated movements. "Just like old times," Lucina said with a smile, "though I suspect this reunion will be quite different."
"Indeed," Odyn agreed, loosing an arrow that struck a risen squarely between its glowing eyes. "Though perhaps we should save the marriage announcement until after we've dealt with these creatures. Your friend seems... high-strung enough as it is."
Another "BLOOD AND THUNDER!" echoed across the battlefield, followed by the twang of bowstring and the distinct sound of arrows finding their marks.
"You have no idea," Lucina laughed, even as she cleaved through a risen with Falchion. "Though I imagine her reaction will be nearly as entertaining as Morgan's was."
Meanwhile, Morgan was directing the rescue effort for Yarne with enthusiasm. "Aunt Panne, flank right! Uncle Donnel, cover her left! Mother, sweep in from above! Father, on my mark..."
The battlefield erupted into controlled chaos as the Shepherds moved to rescue both future children, the air filled with the sounds of combat, magic, and the occasional terrified "EEEEK!" from Yarne or "BLOOD AND THUNDER!" from Noire.
"Now this," Henry said cheerfully as he blasted a risen with dark magic, "is what I call a family reunion!"
"Less talking," Tharja muttered, her own dark magic cutting through the risen ranks, "more fighting. I want to meet this archer daughter of ours properly."
Above them all, Cordelia guided her pegasus through a perfect arc, her lance finding its mark as she covered Morgan's tactical movements. "Just another day with the Shepherds," she smiled, watching her son direct the battlefield with his father's tactical precision.
The daemon risen were numerous, but they stood little chance against the combined might of the Shepherds' family bonds – both present and future.
"These creatures are becoming an annoyance," Odyn growled, his orange eyes flashing with irritation as more daemon risen emerged from the shadows. He exchanged a meaningful look with Lucina. "Get her to safety, my love. I'll handle this."
Lucina nodded, understanding flowing between them. "Noire! Come with me!"
"B-but what about—" Noire's protest was cut short as Lucina grabbed her arm, pulling her toward shelter.
Odyn's long blue hair whipped in an ethereal wind as he dropped his bow, letting it dissolve into motes of light. The air around him began to shimmer, his dark elven magic manifesting in full force. Above him, points of light started to appear – first dozens, then hundreds, then thousands, each one crystallizing into a gleaming weapon.
"ENOUGH!" his voice thundered across the battlefield, the orange of his eyes blazing like twin suns. The weapons of light hung suspended in the air, a deadly constellation of blades, spears, and arrows, all crafted from pure magical energy.
With a war cry that seemed to shake the very air, Odyn thrust his arms forward. The arsenal of light responded instantly, cascading down upon the daemon risen like a waterfall of divine judgment. The weapons struck with devastating precision, each finding their mark with unerring accuracy. The clearing was illuminated by the spectacular display, the light so bright it turned night into day for one brilliant moment.
When the light faded, nothing remained of the daemon risen but dissipating purple mist.
Meanwhile, from their sheltered position, Noire watched with wide eyes. "That... that power... it's just like..."
"Just like how he protected us in our future?" Lucina smiled softly. "Yes. Though this Odyn is younger than the one we knew."
As the battle concluded, Odyn made his way over to them, his usual composed demeanor returning though his hair still sparked with residual magical energy.
"Is everyone unharmed?" he asked, his voice carrying that familiar gentle tone that Noire remembered from their ruined future.
"W-we're fine," Noire managed, still staring at him in amazement. "You... you really are him. The same one who..."
"Who protected us in your future, yes," Lucina confirmed, moving to stand beside Odyn. "Though there's something else you should know, Noire..." She took Odyn's hand in hers, a soft smile playing on her lips. "In this timeline, Odyn and I... we're married."
Noire's reaction was immediate and spectacular.
"M-M-MARRIED?!" she squeaked, her voice jumping several octaves. Her eyes darted between them rapidly, her whole body trembling. "But... but... BLOOD AND THUNDER! WHAT MANNER OF TEMPORAL TRICKERY IS THIS?!"
Then, just as quickly, she reverted to her usual timid self. "O-oh gods, I'm so sorry for shouting! It's just... you and Sir Odyn... who protected us for so long... and now you're... and he's... and you're..."
"Breathe, Noire," Lucina laughed gently.
"B-but how? When?" Noire's eyes were still as wide as saucers. "In our time, he was like our guardian, and now... now you're... you're..." Her face flushed red. "Oh gods, does this mean our protector is now technically my best friend's husband?!"
Odyn's usually stoic expression cracked into an amused smile. "I suppose it does."
"BLOOD AND THUNDER! THE VERY FABRIC OF TIME ITSELF BENDS TO CREATE SUCH UNIONS!" Then, meekly: "Though... though I'm happy for you both..."
Lucina couldn't contain her laughter anymore. "Your reaction is almost as good as Morgan's was."
"M-Morgan knows?! Oh gods, I bet he had a thousand questions..." Noire looked like she might faint. "Wait until Father and Mother hear about this... Mother will probably want to hex you both just to make sure it's real..."
"Actually," Lucina grinned, "Henry and Tharja are here too. They're helping rescue Yarne."
"Mother and Father are... here..." Noire swayed slightly. "And you're married to our future guardian... and everything is... is..." Her eyes rolled back. "Oh dear..."
Odyn moved quickly to catch Noire as she fainted dead away.
"Well," he remarked dryly to his wife, "that went about as expected."
Lucina kissed his cheek. "Just wait until she wakes up and realizes she has to tell us all about how you protected everyone in the future. Morgan will have a field day with that tactical information."
"Assuming she doesn't faint again," Odyn noted, carefully lifting the unconscious archer. "Should we rejoin the others?"
"Yes," Lucina smiled. "Though perhaps we should wait to mention your brother Roy's relationship with Nowi and Nah. I think one temporal surprise is enough for today."
The sound of distant combat and Yarne's distinctive "EEEK!" reminded them that there was still another rescue in progress. Together, they carried their unconscious friend back toward the main group, both trying not to laugh at how thoroughly they'd managed to shock the poor archer.
As Lucina, Odyn, and the still-dazed Noire approached the main battlefield, they witnessed Roy take center stage in the fight to protect Yarne. The dark elf's blue and lavender hair began to float with ethereal energy, orange eyes blazing as he raised his hands to the sky.
"Everyone, clear the area!" Roy's voice carried across the battlefield with commanding authority. "Nah, get your friend out of there!"
Nah, still in her dragon form, swept down to grab the terrified Yarne. "Come on, cousin! Trust me, you don't want to be anywhere near this!"
"EEEK! What's happening?!" Yarne yelped as Nah carried him to safety.
The sky above began to transform, dark clouds swirling into existence as if drawn by an invisible hand. Static electricity crackled through the air, making everyone's hair stand on end. Roy's voice carried ancient elven words, each syllable seeming to intensify the gathering storm.
"Is this..." Morgan's eyes were wide with wonder as he frantically scribbled in his notebook. "Father, are you seeing this? The magical energy configuration is incredible!"
"I see it, son," Robin answered, equally amazed. "The way he's manipulating the natural elements with elven magic..."
The air itself seemed to hum with power as Roy continued his incantation. Lightning danced between the clouds, growing more intense with each passing second. Then, with a final commanding word in the elven tongue, Roy thrust his hand downward.
The sky split open.
A massive blade of pure lightning, larger than any normal weapon could ever be, materialized above the battlefield. It hung there for a split second, crackling with destructive energy, before plummeting toward the earth with devastating force. The impact was tremendous, sending out waves of electrical energy that reduced the remaining daemon risen to ash in an instant.
When the light faded and the smoke cleared, Roy stood calmly in the aftermath, though his hair still sparked with residual energy.
Nah transformed back into her human form, her eyes shining with pride and amazement. "Father... that was... that was..."
"AMAZING!" Morgan burst out, rushing forward with his notebook. "Sir Roy, the way you combined elemental manipulation with dark elven magic was brilliant! The tactical applications of such a technique are endless! Could you explain how you—"
"Morgan," Cordelia called out fondly, "perhaps let them have their moment first?"
Nah approached Roy slowly, still somewhat in awe. "The stories Mother told me about your strength... seeing it in person is something else entirely."
Roy's stern expression softened as he looked at his future daughter. "Your mother tends to exaggerate in her stories, though I'm pleased I could live up to at least some of them."
"Exaggerate? HA!" Nowi's voice rang out as she bounded over. "If anything, I probably didn't exaggerate enough! That was awesome, Roy!"
Meanwhile, Yarne had finally stopped trembling enough to realize he was safe. "Mother? Father? Is it really you?"
"Sure as sugar, it's us!" Donnel beamed, while Panne moved forward to nuzzle her son in her taguel form.
"See?" Nah said to Yarne, grinning. "Told you my father would handle it. Though..." she turned back to Roy with curiosity, "I don't remember that particular spell from the future."
"That's because I developed it recently," Roy explained, his orange eyes twinkling. "Your uncle Odyn isn't the only one who's been practicing new techniques."
"Speaking of techniques," Morgan piped up again, unable to contain himself any longer, "the way the electrical energy coalesced into a blade form while maintaining its elemental properties is fascinating! Did you base that on traditional elven weapon manifestation or—"
"Morgan," Robin interjected, though he was smiling, "I think we should first make sure everyone is alright, then you can interrogate Roy about his magical techniques."
"Oh! Right! Sorry!" Morgan laughed sheepishly, then turned to Yarne. "Are you okay, cousin? No injuries? Though I have to say, your evasive maneuvers were quite impressive! The way you incorporated your taguel agility with..."
"And he's off again," Severa sighed, though there was fondness in her voice.
As the group began to settle, sharing reunions and introductions, Nah couldn't help but keep glancing at Roy with newfound appreciation. Having grown up on Nowi's stories of her father's strength was one thing, but seeing it in person... She felt a surge of pride knowing that this powerful dark elf was her father.
"Mother," she said to Nowi, "I think for once, your stories might have undersold things."
Nowi grinned broadly. "Just wait until you see what else he can do! Though maybe we should wait until Morgan runs out of paper first..."
"So... never?" Nah laughed, watching as Morgan continued to frantically document everything he'd just witnessed, periodically calling out questions to Roy about magical theory and combat applications.
The battlefield, now cleared of enemies, filled instead with the warm sounds of family reuniting, tactical discussions, and the occasional "BLOOD AND THUNDER!" as Noire continued to process all the revelations of the day.
The Shepherds pressed southward, following the troubling rumors of a captured dark elf. Morgan paced alongside his father, both tacticians deep in thought about their next move.
"A captured dark elf?" Odyn's usually composed demeanor cracked slightly, orange eyes narrowing with concern. "Roy, you don't think..."
Roy nodded grimly, his blue and lavender hair catching the wind. "Khanna. Or as she prefers now, Seraphina. Our cousin has always had a talent for finding trouble."
"Wait," Vaike spoke up, scratching his head. "Did ya say there might be another of them pointy-eared folk? And they're with someone who's good with an axe?" He paused, then grinned broadly. "Hey, that kinda sounds like—"
"Like you, Father," came a voice from within the group, belonging to a warrior who shared Vaike's blonde hair and propensity for misplacing things. "Though hopefully they haven't lost their weapon... again."
Lucina turned to her husband, noting the tension in Odyn's shoulders. "Tell us about your cousin. Any information could help with the rescue."
"Seraphina is..." Odyn began, choosing his words carefully. "Unique, even among dark elves. She possesses considerable power, but she's also..."
"Impulsive," Roy finished. "Brilliant in her own way, but prone to rushing into situations without fully thinking them through."
Morgan's eyes lit up with tactical interest. "What kind of abilities does she have? Understanding her capabilities could help us form a better rescue strategy!"
"She specializes in a rather unusual combination of magic," Roy explained. "While most dark elves focus on specific elements or forms, Seraphina has always been more... experimental."
"That's putting it mildly," Odyn added with a slight smile. "The last time I saw her, she was trying to combine frost magic with fire spells. The results were... interesting."
"INTERESTING?!" Morgan practically bounced with excitement. "The theoretical applications of combining opposing elemental magics are fascinating! The potential tactical advantages alone—"
"Morgan, dear," Cordelia interjected gently, "perhaps we should focus on the rescue first?"
"Oh! Right! Sorry!" Morgan quickly flipped to a new page in his notebook. "So, we have a captured dark elf with unique magical abilities, possibly accompanied by an axe fighter who might be related to Uncle Vaike..."
"The Vaike doesn't remember having any kids from the future," Vaike mused, then patted his belt. "Speaking of not remembering... uh, has anyone seen my axe?"
"Father..." his future child sighed, pulling out a spare axe. "This is why I always carry extras."
"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?" Robin chuckled, before turning serious again. "But this situation could be delicate. If Seraphina is being held captive, we need to be careful in our approach."
"Agreed," Odyn nodded. "My cousin can be... volatile when cornered. If she's being held against her will..."
"She might just bring the whole place down around her?" Roy suggested with a knowing look.
"Precisely."
Morgan was already sketching out potential battle formations. "If we approach from multiple angles, we could create enough of a distraction to allow a small team to slip in and locate Seraphina. Father, what if we..."
"Hold," Panne suddenly interrupted, her ears twitching. "I smell something... unusual. Magic, but different from what I've encountered before."
"That would be Seraphina," Odyn confirmed grimly. "Her magical signature has always been... distinctive."
Lucina drew Falchion, the blade gleaming in the light. "Then we're close. Morgan, what's your tactical assessment?"
Morgan straightened up, entering his strategic mindset. "Given what we know about Seraphina's abilities and the likely presence of another future child, I suggest we split into three teams. Team one creates a diversion - that's where we'll want Uncle Vaike and his future child, their fighting style tends to draw attention naturally..."
"Hey!" both Vaikes protested simultaneously.
"Team two will be our rescue team - Odyn and Roy, since they know their cousin best, along with Mother for aerial support. Team three will be our support group, ready to assist either team as needed. Father, you and I can coordinate from the center position to adapt our strategy as needed."
Robin nodded approvingly at his son's plan. "Well thought out. Though knowing our luck, and given what we've heard about Seraphina..."
"Everything will go completely sideways the moment we make contact?" Lucina suggested with a knowing smile.
"Exactly," Robin agreed. "So everyone be ready to improvise."
As the group moved forward to implement Morgan's plan, Odyn and Roy shared a meaningful look. Their cousin's unpredictability, combined with whatever situation they were about to walk into, promised to make this rescue particularly... interesting.
"Just try not to level the entire area this time," Odyn muttered to his brother.
"Me?" Roy raised an eyebrow. "I seem to recall it was your light weapon barrage that nearly brought down that mountain pass last time."
"That was different. Those risen needed to be eliminated."
"And my lightning blade didn't?"
"Focus, you two," Lucina called out, though she was smiling at their banter. "We have a cousin to rescue and possibly another future child to find."
Morgan, meanwhile, had filled another page with notes about theoretical combinations of frost and fire magic, mumbling excitedly about tactical applications and magical theory.
The Shepherds pressed on, ready to face whatever chaos awaited them - though with a dark elf as unique as Seraphina involved, even they might be surprised by what they found.
The tension in the air was palpable as the mysterious warrior stood before the assembled Shepherds. Her resemblance to Vaike was undeniable—from her confident stance to her muscular build—but the delicate pointed ears and striking orange eyes marked her unmistakably as part dark elf. The future children exchanged knowing glances, having experienced similar revelations themselves not too long ago.
"I'm... I'm Yukihime," she said, her voice carrying a familiar brashness tempered with uncertainty. "But everyone just calls me Yuki." She shifted her weight from one foot to another, her hand instinctively gripping the handle of her axe—a gesture eerily similar to her father's nervous habit.
Lucina and Odyn shared a look of understanding, while Chrom and Sybyrh moved closer to hear the newcomer's story. The other future children—Severa, Morgan, Inigo, Cynthia, Kjelle, Yarne, Noire, and Owain—gathered around, creating a protective circle around their new companion. They knew all too well the vulnerability of these moments.
Vaike, usually boisterous and self-assured, stood frozen in place. His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally managed to speak. "Teach has a... has a kid?" He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes wide with disbelief. "And she's part dark elf?" The reality of having a future daughter—especially one who carried such distinctive features—seemed to have short-circuited his usual bravado.
Roy—or Thallion, as he was also known—stepped forward with Nowi and Nah at his side. His azure and lavender hair caught the light as he moved, his orange eyes meeting Yuki's with familial recognition. As a dark elf himself, he could see the subtle traits that marked their shared heritage in her features.
The young warrior stood straighter under the collective gaze of the Shepherds, her chin lifting in a gesture of pride that was pure Vaike. "I know this is... unexpected," she continued, her voice growing stronger. "But I've come back for the same reason as the others—to prevent our future from coming to pass. And..." she hesitated, glancing at Vaike, "to fight alongside my father."
A moment of silence followed her words, broken only by the sound of approaching footsteps. The Shepherds turned to see who else would join this already remarkable gathering, wondering what other surprises the future held in store...
"There's... something else," Yukihime said, her orange eyes dimming with a shadow of pain. Her fingers tightened around her axe handle until her knuckles paled. "I came back not just to prevent the dark future we all faced, but specifically to save my mother, Khanna—though some know her as Seraphina."
The name hung in the air like a spell, and several of the future children exchanged concerned glances. Lucina stepped forward, her own experiences with changing fate reflected in her sympathetic expression. Beside her, Odyn's expression grew grave, recognizing the weight of destiny that burdened this young warrior.
"What happens to her?" Vaike asked, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. Gone was his usual bravado, replaced by genuine concern that surprised even himself.
Yukihime shook her head, struggling to find the words. "I... I can't say too much. But she—" Her voice caught. "She sacrifices herself to save others. And I won't let that happen. Not this time."
Chrom, with Sybyrh at his side, stepped forward. "Then you'll have our full support, Yukihime. The Shepherds protect their own—present and future."
The other future children moved to welcome their new companion. Owain, ever dramatic, declared her arrival "written in the stars themselves," while Severa gave her a knowing look that spoke volumes about their shared experiences with parent-saving missions. Morgan and Nah exchanged quick glances, already calculating how to incorporate another warrior into their battle strategies.
Yet despite the warm welcome, an awkward tension lingered between father and future daughter. Vaike stood slightly apart from the group, occasionally stealing glances at Yukihime when he thought no one was looking. His usual confident demeanor had given way to an endearing uncertainty—"Teach" finding himself very much the student in this unusual situation.
During the evening's meal, Vaike attempted several times to approach Yukihime, only to veer off at the last moment, muttering something about "checking the weapons" or "doing some training." The future children couldn't help but hide their amused smiles, remembering their own awkward early days with their parents.
"Give him time," Lucina advised Yukihime quietly as they watched Vaike accidentally walk into a tent pole, distracted by trying to process everything. "It's not every day you learn you have a future daughter—especially one who's part dark elf. My father needed some time to adjust too."
Yukihime nodded, trying to mask her hurt with a brave smile. "I know. It's just... in my time, Father was—" She stopped herself, conscious of revealing too much. "Well, let's just say we didn't get much time together. I had hoped..."
"Hey, you!" Vaike's voice suddenly called out, making both women jump. He was standing there, axe in hand, looking simultaneously determined and terrified. "Since you're claiming to be Teach's kid and all... how about you show me what you can do with an axe?"
For the first time since her arrival, a genuine smile spread across Yukihime's face—one that mirrored her father's own trademark grin. "Hope you're ready to learn some new tricks... Teach."
The other Shepherds gathered to watch what promised to be an interesting sparring match, while Yukihime's thoughts turned to her mother, silently renewing her vow to change the future that haunted her dreams.
Yukihime allowed herself a rare smile, her features softening as she gripped her axe tightly. "Alright, _Teach_," she said, a hint of teasing in her voice. "Let's see what you've got."
Vaike grinned, the confident swagger returning to his step as he twirled his own axe. "Heh, don't think just 'cause you're my kid I'm gonna go easy on ya!" He leveled his axe, his expression shifting to one of focus.
The other Shepherds gathered eagerly to witness the sparring match, their anticipation palpable. Morgan, ever the strategist, had already produced a small notebook, jotting down observations as he watched intently. Beside him, Nah leaned forward, her eyes bright with curiosity, eager to see what the daughter of her comrade-from-another-time was capable of.
Lucina and Odyn stood back, exchanging a knowing glance. They had seen firsthand the power of forging bonds between parent and child, even in the face of impossible odds. Chrom and Sybyrh flanked them, a silent show of support for the reunion unfolding before them.
With a nod, Vaike struck first, his axe whistling through the air in a powerful downward swing. Yukihime met the blow with her own weapon, the impact sending a shockwave through the clearing. She braced herself, her muscles straining, before pushing back and shifting her weight to deliver a swift counterattack.
The two fighters traded blows, their axes clashing in a symphony of steel. Vaike's attacks were fueled by raw power, while Yukihime's movements displayed a fluid grace—a testament to her training and experience. The other Shepherds watched in awe, murmurs of approval punctuating the clash of metal.
As the duel reached its crescendo, Yukihime saw an opening. With a deft maneuver, she swept Vaike's legs out from under him, sending him tumbling to the ground. Before he could react, she leveled her axe at his throat, her orange eyes burning with a fierce determination.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Then, to the surprise of all, Vaike let out a booming laugh. "Hah! Not bad, not bad at all!" He raised his hands in surrender, grinning up at his daughter. "Looks like Teach has still got a thing or two to learn from you, eh?"
Yukihime blinked, caught off guard by her father's reaction. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face—a genuine, heartfelt expression that erased the years of hardship and sorrow that had haunted her features.
The other Shepherds erupted into applause, Morgan scribbling furiously in his notebook. Nah nodded approvingly, already mentally calculating strategies that could incorporate Yukihime's skills. Lucina and Odyn shared a satisfied look, while Chrom and Sybyrh beamed with pride at the growing bond between father and daughter.
As Vaike accepted Yukihime's outstretched hand and rose to his feet, the tension that had lingered between them seemed to melt away. In that moment, the Shepherds knew they had gained not just a formidable warrior, but a connection that could weather even the darkest of futures.
With the sparring match between Vaike and Yukihime having broken the ice between father and daughter, the Shepherds quickly turned their attention to the task at hand - rescuing Yukihime's mother, Khanna, also known as Seraphina.
Odyn, his brow furrowed in concentration, stepped forward. "I may have a lead on where Seraphina is being held captive," he announced, his deep voice carrying a sense of urgency. "She was last seen being handed off to the Grimleal by a group of daemons."
Lucina nodded, her expression grim. "Then we must act quickly. The Grimleal are not to be underestimated." She turned to the assembled Shepherds, her gaze sweeping across the group. "We'll need to plan our assault carefully if we're to have any chance of rescuing Seraphina."
Roy, Odyn's own dark elf cousin, stepped forward. "I'll help coordinate the mission," he said, his azure and lavender hair catching the light. "As Yukihime's... uncle, of sorts, I have a vested interest in seeing her mother returned safely."
Nah, her pointed ears twitching with anticipation, spoke up. "I can provide reconnaissance and strategic support. My senses will be crucial in navigating any Grimleal stronghold."
Chrom and Sybyrh exchanged a look, their hands clasped tightly. "The Shepherds stand ready to assist," Chrom declared, his voice firm. "Seraphina is one of our own, and we will not abandon her to the Grimleal's clutches."
Vaike, his earlier uncertainty replaced by a steely determination, gripped his axe. "Teach is gonna make sure his future wife comes home safe and sound," he proclaimed, his gaze settling on Yukihime. "Count on it."
Yukihime's eyes widened at Vaike's words, a hint of hope blossoming in her expression. She nodded, her fingers tightening around the handle of her own weapon. "Then let's get moving. I won't let the Grimleal take her from me again."
The Shepherds gathered, their faces etched with resolve. This was a mission of great importance, not just for Yukihime, but for the future of them all. As they prepared to embark on their rescue operation, the air was thick with anticipation and a shared determination to rewrite the fate that had once been sealed.
After the Shepherds had finalized their plans for the rescue mission, the group set out with renewed determination. As they traveled, Vaike found himself drawn to Roy, Odyn's dark elf cousin and Yukihime's "uncle" of sorts. The burly fighter sidled up to the azure-haired warrior, clearing his throat to get his attention.
"Hey, uh, Roy-boy," Vaike began, trying - and failing - to sound nonchalant. "I was just wonderin'... what's Khanna - I mean, Seraphina - like? You know, the future Mrs. Vaike and all."
Roy glanced at Vaike, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Seraphina, hm?" He paused, as if carefully considering his words. "Well, she's a force to be reckoned with, that's for sure. Fiercely loyal, with a heart of gold hidden beneath a rather... spirited exterior."
The future children, overhearing the exchange, exchanged amused glances. Severa and Inigo had to stifle their laughter, while Owain nodded sagely, as if imparting ancient wisdom.
"Spirited, eh?" Vaike stroked his chin, a contemplative look crossing his features. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I mean, she's gotta be able to keep up with Teach, after all."
Roy chuckled. "That she does. And then some." He cast a sidelong glance at Vaike. "I have a feeling you two are going to get along just fine - once you get past the initial... shock of it all."
The future children couldn't help but snicker at that, earning a quizzical look from Vaike. Clearly, the burly fighter had no idea what he was in for when it came to his future wife. But if the gleam in Yukihime's eyes was any indication, he was about to find out.
As the Shepherds pressed on, the anticipation of the impending rescue mission was tinged with a sense of eager curiosity. Whatever lay in store for them, one thing was certain - Vaike's life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
The Shepherds' intelligence had led them to an abandoned castle, where the exchange between the Risen daemons and the Grimleal was taking place. Hidden in the shadows, they observed the transaction with bated breath, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
As the Risen departed, a familiar figure emerged - Khanna, or Seraphina as she was also known, was being escorted by the Grimleal mages. But to the surprise of no one, the defiant dark elf refused to go quietly. She fought back with all her might, her movements powerful and graceful, even in the face of her captors.
Sensing their chance, Odyn stepped forward, his expression grim. "Now!" he commanded, and the Shepherds sprang into action.
Lucina, her sword gleaming, moved to cover Odyn as he raced toward his cousin, cutting down any Grimleal who dared to stand in his way. "Khanna!" Odyn called out, his voice tinged with relief as he reached her, slicing through the bonds that held her.
"Odyn?" Khanna's eyes widened, a brief moment of recognition flashing across her features before she returned to the fray, fighting back-to-back with her cousin. "What is the meaning of this?"
"We've come to rescue you," Odyn replied, his axe a blur as he fended off the Grimleal. "You're safe now."
Lucina, her divine blade Falchion held high, kept the Grimleal at a distance, her movements swift and precise. "Cousin-in-law," she called out to Khanna, her voice calm amidst the chaos of battle. "We're here to help."
Khanna's brow furrowed in confusion, but she had no time to dwell on the revelation, for the Grimleal were pressing their assault with renewed vigor. The Shepherds, led by the strategic brilliance of Odyn and the sheer determination of Vaike, swiftly routed the enemy forces.
As the last of the Grimleal fell, Khanna stood, her chest heaving, her gaze darting between Odyn and Lucina. "Cousins?" she asked, her voice tinged with bewilderment. "What is the meaning of this?"
Odyn placed a hand on her shoulder, a warm smile spreading across his features. "It's a long story, Khanna. But for now, you are safe, and that is what matters."
Roy, Odyn's younger brother, approached with Yukihime at his side, a relieved expression on his face. "Welcome back, sister," he said, embracing Khanna tightly.
Khanna's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the Shepherds, her gaze finally settling on Yukihime. "Sister?" she whispered, a hint of wonder in her voice.
As the adrenaline of the battle began to fade, Khanna found herself surrounded by a family she had never known - a family that had traveled through time to rescue her from the clutches of the Grimleal. And in that moment, she knew that her life was about to take an unexpected, but no less welcome, turn.
As the dust settled from the battle, Khanna found herself surrounded by the Shepherds, her gaze darting between the familiar and unfamiliar faces. Her eyes settled on Odyn and Lucina, whose hands had instinctively found each other in the aftermath.
"Cousins?" Khanna's brow furrowed in confusion. "But how...?"
Odyn offered her a warm smile, giving Lucina's hand a gentle squeeze. "It's a long story, Khanna," he said, his deep voice soothing. "But Lucina and I... we're married."
Khanna's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opening and closing several times as she processed this new information. "Married?" She turned her gaze to Roy, Odyn's younger brother, and Nowi, who stood nearby with their young daughter, Nah. "And you two as well?"
Roy chuckled, wrapping an arm around Nowi's shoulders. "Just recently, actually," he admitted, the love in his eyes evident. "Nah is our daughter."
Khanna's expression shifted from bewilderment to something akin to comical disbelief, earning a few amused chuckles from the other Shepherds. Just as she seemed to be wrapping her mind around these revelations, a movement at the edge of her vision caught her attention.
Yukihime, her eyes shining with a mixture of hope and trepidation, approached Khanna. "Mother..." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Khanna's head snapped around, her mouth agape. "Mother?" She looked back and forth between Yukihime and the other Shepherds, searching for an explanation.
Lucina stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Khanna's arm. "It's true, Khanna. Yukihime is your daughter, from a future that we're all fighting to prevent."
The weight of this revelation seemed to hit Khanna like a physical blow, and she swayed on her feet, her expression a whirlwind of emotions. The other Shepherds watched, some with sympathetic smiles, others biting back laughter at the sheer absurdity of it all.
Vaike, ever the bold one, strode up to Khanna, placing a sturdy hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, beautiful," he said, flashing her a grin. "Teach is here to make sure you and the kid are taken care of."
Khanna stared at him, a spark of recognition flickering in her eyes, before a small, bewildered smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Vaike," she murmured, the name carrying a hint of familiarity.
As the Shepherds gathered around their newest and most unexpected member, Khanna found herself at the center of a family she had never known existed. And though the revelations were still sinking in, she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and belonging in their presence.
With the rescue mission complete and Khanna safely returned to the Shepherds, the group decided to take a moment to regroup and plan their next steps. Sensing the need for Vaike and Khanna to have some time to get acquainted, the others tactfully dispersed, leaving the two of them alone.
Vaike, uncharacteristically unnerved by the situation, rubbed the back of his neck as he cast a sidelong glance at Khanna. "So, uh, Khanna... Or Seraphina, I guess?" He chuckled awkwardly. "Gotta say, this is all kinda crazy, even for Teach."
Khanna studied him, her orange eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and hesitation. "Indeed. It's... a lot to take in." She paused, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I'm still trying to understand how all of this is possible."
"Hey, don't worry about it!" Vaike said, mustering a confident grin. "Teach is here to help you figure it all out." He placed a hand on her shoulder, the gesture surprisingly gentle. "And, uh, y'know, to get to know you better. Since you're my..." He trailed off, his cheeks reddening slightly.
The future children, observing the exchange from a discreet distance, exchanged amused glances and silent snickers. Owain leaned in, whispering dramatically, "The fated threads of destiny entwine, weaving the tapestry of true love's course!" Severa rolled her eyes, but even she couldn't hide the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Khanna looked up at Vaike, a hint of a smile playing on her own features. "Your... wife, is it?" She shook her head, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Well, this is certainly a unique way to meet one's future spouse."
Vaike let out a booming laugh, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing. "Hah! That's one way to put it. But hey, I ain't complainin'." He gave Khanna a playful wink. "Teach always did have a way of finding the best women, even if it's from the future and all."
As the two continued their tentative and delightfully awkward conversation, the future children couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and amusement. With Vaike and Khanna finally reunited, the Shepherds knew that their mission to change the course of the future had taken an important step forward.
With the Shepherds occupied in planning their next move, the future children sensed an opportunity. Yukihime, in particular, was determined to give her parents the chance to connect that she had been denied in her own timeline. Gathering the others, she set about orchestrating a subtle plan.
"We should arrange for Mother and Father to have some time alone together," Yukihime proposed, her eyes shining with a glimmer of hope. "In my time, it took him so long to win her over. But now, with this connection already formed..."
Severa rolled her eyes, but even she couldn't hide the softness in her expression. "Leave it to us, Yukihime. We'll make sure they get their first date." She glanced at the others, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Just try to keep it PG, will you?"
The future children set to work, discreetly guiding Vaike and Khanna towards a secluded spot, under the guise of needing to gather supplies or scout the area. Inigo, ever the charmer, even went so far as to suggest a "romantic stroll" to Vaike, winking conspiratorially.
Vaike, for his part, seemed equal parts eager and terrified. "A date, huh?" he murmured, scratching the back of his head. "Teach ain't exactly had the best luck with that kind of thing in the past."
Khanna, sensing his uncertainty, placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "Then allow me to be the guide," she said, her lips curving into a warm smile. "I confess, I'm quite curious to see where this path leads."
As the two set off, the future children watched from a distance, stifling their laughter and exchanging knowing looks. Owain, ever the dramatic one, declared that the "stars had aligned to forge an unbreakable bond of destiny."
For Yukihime, seeing her parents together, finally given the chance to connect, filled her with a sense of hope. Perhaps, in this timeline, their love story would unfold differently - without the shadows of the future she had known weighing them down.
As Vaike and Khanna disappeared from view, the Shepherds turned their attention back to the task at hand, united in their determination to forge a brighter tomorrow. But for now, they could take solace in the knowledge that two hearts were being given the opportunity to find their way to one another.
To be continued in Chapter 24: Act 5- Preparing for Valm