Author's Note: So I was inspired by NotSoGreatGamerGirl's "A Man For Flowers" and LegitElizabethWWEFan's "A Tactician and His Dancer" and how they went on an 100 Theme Challenge. I'm getting this one off here: blog/33698660/ - mainly because that was the only one that I could find.

I'm rambling again, isn't it? On with the story!

Severa was sitting under a tree. Perhaps it wasn't the most comfortable place in that area, but it had been a place she had known all too well. This was no normal tree - back at her timeline, they had buried her mother and her father near it. Since they were the leaders of the army, they could show no grief. Even when all Severa, or Lucina, or Owain, or Cynthia, or every single one of those that had gone back to the past, wanted to weep. Yet, this place was safe enough and hidden enough that she could cry here without being noticed.

She put her head between her legs, and tears ran down from her face like a waterfall. She hadn't cried like this in a long time. She was nearly alone, after all. Most had went to a temple of Naga for a certain Naga tear, but Severa wasn't feeling too well that day. Probably something to do with Kjelle's cooking.

She heard the group of Shepherds coming back. Cleaning the water off her eyes, she could see a young man with black hair in an outfit that took Chon'sinian hints talking with Owain. The two were as happy as two men could be. She knew who he was, and this was the best thing that had happened to her in a while other than meeting her mother again. His carefree laughter - she hadn't heard that beautiful laughter in a long time - echoed through the camp.

She smiled a bit. A sincere smile, with no signs of her characteristically sarcastic, manipulating or cruel demeanor.

The young man seemed to be tired, and wanted to rest. Heading for the same tree she was in, she tried to hide, but he spotted her first. Running quickly through the blades of glass, the man ran to her, and extended a hand with a carefree, innocent smile.

"Hello, my name is Marc. What is yours?"