Robin dragged himself slowly towards the direction of Mount Prism, despite the fact that the Shepherds were only an hour into their journey, a small headache began to rear itself on the tactician. He disregarded the ailment to the high level of stress that came with the job of being a tactician, maybe even altitude sickness. Knowing that the fate of the world depended on his strategies to keep everyone alive, he tried to keep up with the rest of the militia. Accompanying was the least Robin could do, after Validar and his future self revealed he was the vessel of Grima, he was wracked with guilt. The tactician unknowingly began to stare at his right hand where his mark was, he needed to ensure that the future of despair would never come to pass. To ensure that thing would not take over the world, or rather himself. Robin staggered for a bit, his breathing became heavier, it seemed that every time he thought about the Fell Dragon or the future his headache got worse.

Chrom looked over his shoulder, wanting to make sure nobody fell behind, he was about to turn around until he saw his tactician at the back of the convoy. The tactician was uncharacteristically quiet, which worried the exalt, he started to slow down so that his best friend could catch up to him.

"You alright, Robin?" Chrom inquired.

"Huh?...Oh yeah, sure I'm fine" Robin replied trying to sound nonchalant. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe because you're at the very end of the convoy?" Chrom quipped "It's not like you wear heavy armor or anything. Plus you look distraught, what's wrong?"

Sighing he began to tell the Exalt of his worries. "It's just that he is alive Chrom, Grima is back, and I can't help but feel like I caused this, that it's my fault I destroyed everything, killed all of my friends and made many more suffer" the tactician lamented.

Chrom thought for a moment, choosing his next words carefully "Robin listen to me, whatever the other you did is not your fault. Remember what he said? 'The only differences are the choices we made'. You are Robin, Grandmaster of the Halidom of Ylisse, a Shepherd, a friend, and a father. You are all these things before you are ANY God of destruction and hate, remember that."

Robin remained silent after Chrom finished, keeping his gaze fixed on the ground. The last part of the sentence struck a chord, Morgan,Robin thought, I wonder how she's holding up after Lucina's attempt on my life, no doubt she resents her for it. I hope she'll get over it soon. After all, they were close... A shadow appeared to be getting closer, Robin looked up to see if it was a stray Risen, but it was revealed to be the stalwart knight, Frederick.

"Milord, we are approaching Mount Prism, the war council is to convene at the base of the mountain," Frederick interrupted, "the Khans and Lady Say'ri require both of you to be present as soon as you're able."

"Yeah, we're on our way Frederick" Robin replied, the pain in his head grew more intense, "Go on ahead, I'll... catch up."

At that, both the Exalt and knight made their way to the meeting. Robin sat down on a nearby tree stump, dizzy, No, I can't let this minor pain get in my way, the Shepherds are counting on me. As the tactician got up he heard the voice of his daughter from the future calling to him "Father! What are you doing over here? You have to go to the Council's te-" Morgan said before she noticed how her father was "A-are you okay? You look pale, Dad. Maybe I should get healer to-"

How long have I been here? he thought, I guess it must be long enough for them to send someone to look after me. The tactician got up, "No thanks, Morgan, I'm fine." Robin answered, he tried to smile, despite the searing pain inside his head, "I'm just tired is all, I do have a lot on my plate. Thanks for reminding me about the meeting though, if you want you can come with and learn a few things."

His daughter's eyes lit up. "Really?!"

"Sure I don't see why not, kiddo. Just make sure to keep quiet"

"Okay Dad! You won't even know I'm there!"

"Dammit! How did Risen get here so fast? And when we're so close too!" exclaimed a very irritated Chrom. Leaning on a table that held a disarray of maps, with the Mount Prism's at the center.

"Now is not the time to lose your head, boy" Basilio said while smacking his arm cross Chrom's back, knocking some wind out of him. "Hell, I've been looking for an opportunity to face off against some of them Risen! I feel we could take them on!"

"While I do appreciate the enthusiasm, oaf, I think it best if we make it out of this alive rather than charging in" Flavia deadpanned from the opposite side of the East Khan.

"Ugh, you're no fun" Basilio muttered.

"From the sound of things, I can only assume the worst" Robin said whilst entering the tent, "what happened?"

"Risen" Chrom replied stifling a wheeze from when he was hit earlier.

"Damn. What else is new?"

"We don't know, not even their numbers."

Robin sighed "Let's arrange a scouting party, get Sumia, Cordelia and Cynthia to give us more intel. They go lightly packed, they flee at the first sight of dang-AGH!" Robin crumbled due to an unexpected migraine.

"Whoa! Robin, you alright!?"

"Father!"

"Sir Robin!"

Wheezing, Robin managed to speak in a hoarse voice "I-I'm f-f-fine."

"The hell you are! Someone get a healer!" an angry Chrom ordered. At that Morgan began to exit the tent in a hurry.

Getting up the tactician used the table to keep his balance "NO! I'm not letting some stupid headache get the best of me! I have to make sure all of you are safe!"

"How do you plan on doing that when you can barely stand up!?" The Exalt yelled at his tactician.

"I'll try anyway!" Robin replied while leaving the tent in order to start planning his strategy in his own.

"Father, just look at yourself!" Morgan cried. The whole tent was stunned, even Chrom checked to make sure it was actually her saying that. Surprised at her outburst Robin turned around, disbelief in his eyes. "Have you seen yourself lately? You barely eat or sleep anymore! At this pace you'll wind up dead by your own damn stubbornness rather than on the battlefield! I can't bear to lose you!"

"Morgan I-I-"

"I don't want to hear it. Just promise me that you'll take care of yourself." Morgan glared at her father, as she left the War Council's tent with tears welling up in her eyes.

Robin just stood there, looking at the flaps where his daughter once stood.

Morgan ran. She ran past her tent, the mess tent, Lucina's tent, a whole blur of tents until there was nothing but trees. She ran until she couldn't anymore and dropped near a stump. Through blurry eyes she began to roll up her sleeve to see on left forearm six purple eyes staring back at her. That awful Mark had followed her throughout most of her life, yet only recently she came across on what it really meant. It was the Brand of Grima, and while the tactician knew he would cause the future to be ruined, she never would've thought that her father was the Avatar of Grima. Deep down, Morgan knew what was happening to her father was going to happen to her also, it wasn't the pain she feared, it was the fact that she could lose control of herself.

Someone sat next to Morgan, breaking her train of thought, she quickly rolled her sleeve back up, and looked over her shoulder to see who had arrived. She found Lucina staring back at her, theBrand of the Exalt in her left eye, representing benevolence, kindness and light, all associated with Naga. While the tactician's was of anger, hatred,and darkness, Naga's opposite, Grima. The younger of the two glared at the princess, she still remembered when the princess tried to kill her father in cold blood. "What do you want?" Morgan asked, pouring as much venom into her words as her voice could.

Lucina recoiled from her question but stood her ground "I saw you running away from the Council's tent, I came here to see how you were holding up..."

"I don't need anybody to look after me" the girl replied.

"Perhaps, but it looks like you may need some company right now" the princess tried to get closer, Morgan pulled back in response.

"What do you care? You're supposed to HATE me and my father! After all we're both Fellbloods, the ones who cause the future to happen."

Lucina remained silent for a while letting Morgan's words sink in. She regretted her past actions when it came to Robin and it had put a strain with her and Morgan's friendship to say the least. "Morgan, I'm sorry I tried to kill your father. I thought it was the right thing to do at the time, I know now that it was wrong."

"Too late to apologize, princess. Don't go on pretending that you ever cared for me. I've always been able to look after myself. I don't need you. Leave me alone." Morgan got up, turned around and started to head back to camp.

"It's that mark isn't it?" Lucina asked, getting up as well, determined to salvage what she could from her friendship with the tactician. "The one on your left arm."

Subconsciously placing her right hand upon the limb, Morgan kept walking without turning around. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb with me Morgan," Lucina followed behind her "I know what it means, but it doesn't make you who you are."

"Please, don't give me that speech your father gave to mine. I know who I am, now leave me alone, or I will hurt you." Morgan snapped.

"Morgan, look at me. This is not you! The Morgan I know always smiled and was full of cheer!" Lucina exclaimed, trying once more to connect with her estranged friend.

Morgan turned around and faced Lucina. Her eyes were no longer the warm chocolate brown they once were, instead they were now maroon in color. "Well, maybe she was a facade this whole time!" Her voice slightly distorted.

Shocked, Lucina instinctively reached for Falchion, but thought better of it and let the holy blade rest in its scabbard. The princess wanted to avoid a physical confrontation. "Morgan, we don't have to do this, you are better than Grima."

Morgan's eyes began to glow, she unsheathed her sword, an act that did not go unnoticed by Lucina, the tactician looked the princess in the eye. "You know what, Lucina? I don't care at this point if I hurt you or if I hurt myself, I'm pretty sure you never did care about me." With that she lunged towards Lucina, sword in hand in a downwards slash. Lucina dodged the blow drawing Falchion and getting into a defensive stance. "Morgan you don't have to do this! Fight it! I know you're in there!" Lucina pleaded.

"Oh will you just shut up already!?" Morgan yelled readying for another attack. This time purple flames began to dance on her body as she once again slashed at her opponent. "IGNIS!"

Lucina could barely deflect the blow, nearly losing balance. "Morgan! I don't want to hurt you! Please snap out of it!" The princess kept parrying the tactician's furious swipes. Morgan feinted right, managing to cut Lucina's arm, causing the princess to hiss in pain

Think, Lucina! This is not the regular Morgan, there has to be a way to get her back to normal! Lucina desperately looked for an opening for a non-lethal blow, she soon noticed that Morgan just attacked for the sake of attacking, with no regard to guarding, Sorry Morgan, but this will hurt. Lucina ducked under a side slash and sucker punched Morgan in the gut. While the tactician hunched over, wind knocked out of her, Lucina brought down Falchion's hilt down on her friend's head, knocking her out.

Exhausted, Lucina started to carry Morgan back to camp.

After making sure that her friend was going to be okay and getting her arm the attention it needed, Lucina made her way to Robin's tent. She needed to speak to the tactician about his daughter and what had just happened.

Approaching the tent Lucina called Robin's name asking for permission to enter.

"Yeah come in, Lucina" she heard the man reply from the inside. He looked awful, his eyes were bloodshot and had bags under them, his skin was pale, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Robin asked, but they both knew it was just idle talk, neither wanting to address the elephant in the room.

"It's about Morgan" Lucina said. "She-"

"I already heard" Robin interrupted, "Lissa already told me about it"

"Then you know that she was possessed?" Lucina asked worriedly.

The older tactician sighed "Yes, I had this feeling that Morganhad inherited this from me. Now I know for certain she also has Grima's blood, but you must understand that she does not have full control over it; neither do I, if I really think about it. Ignis just happens in moments of intense emotion. I assume Aether does as well?"

"It does, but Father and I have control over Aether"

"Well that's because you aren't constantly battling an evil side of you trying to take over your body." Robin deadpanned

"Sorry." Lucina diverted her eyes from him.

"You had no way of knowing."

"I've been meaning to ask you," Lucina forced herself to look back at Robin, "are you going to be okay? You seem... sick"

"I look that bad, huh?" Robin chuckled, "I think I know why this is happening to me, it has to be where we are."

"I don't believe I follow..."

"Remember where we recruited Tiki?" Robin asked.

"Yes, the Divine Dragon Grounds" the princess replied.

"Exactly, but did you not find it strange when everyone, but myself, remarked on how clean and pure the place was? I remember saying it was like any other place to me. It must've been my then dormant fellblood canceling out any healing aura emitted from that place." The tactician paced inside his tent, "Now think about where we are, Mount Prism is one of, if not the holiest place around, where Naga herself resides, and here I am, her worst enemy's human form. She doesn't want me here, she's pushing me away."

"There's no way of knowing that..." Lucina remarked on Robin's last few words.

"Lucina, why would she want a pair of Fellbloods anywhere near her?" The tactician rebutted.

"What do you plan on doing anyway? We need you to guide us for when we fight those Risen at the summit." Lucina asked worriedly.

"Here's the thing, I definetely can't go up there, I may end up dying if I step foot any closer to that temple," a sudden realization came across Robin, "I have a feeling Morgan won't be able to make the climb as well. I have to help her make the most out of Ignis, without losing control. We'll be in the surrounding areas away from Mount Prism. Training."

Lissa entered the tent, "Robin, Morgan is waking up." She announced "all she has is a minor concussion and a bruise in her stomach-" Robin gave a slight glare to Lucina who just shifted awkwardly "-but she'll make a full recovery- I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

"No, Auntie Lissa I was just leaving anyway." Lucina then walked towards the tent's exit.

"Wait, Lucina before you leave" Robin shuffled around his desk and pulled out a booklet "give this to your father, I feel you may need this for tomorrow"

Lucina took the small book and nodded, making her way to her father's tent.

"Um, Robin can I talk to you about Morgan for a second? She has-" Lissa asked.

"I already know, Lissa. I hoped she would've been spared, but alas, she is my daughter." Robin said with a sad smile as he was also beginning to leave the tent

"I'm so sorry" was all the cleric could muster.

Morgan slowly began to wake up. Her vision was still blurry and her head was pounding. All she could remember was her crying near a tree stump, that abomination on her forearm, and arguing with Lucina, the rest was blank. She noticed her father by her bedside stroking her left arm.

"D-Dad d-don't its G-Grima's-"

"I already know, honey." Robin comforted "don't worry you'll be okay, I'll help you get through this" he pulled her into a hug, which she embraced.

Morgan began to cry again, but this time she didn't feel alone.

A/N

Wow am I lazy. The revision for this chapter took way too long.

If you're a newcomer then I should probably mention that if you're looking for any fluff between Robin and Tiki in the first few chapters, you're not gonna find any. You see, I had this, um... phase, where I was completely undecided on a mother for Morgan, so I left it up to the reader. That changes later on when I do reveal her identity though. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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