"What do you want."

The woman stood there confused as he responded to her knocking sooner than expected. Before she could even answer him his door opened wide. She moved her eyes quickly up and down his figure, everything covered saved for his eyes, hands, and feet. Stammering to find her words, she only becomes more uncomfortable when she notices his eyes squint in annoyance. His patience tested, he stamps his foot down, a plume of dirt and dust now floating around his legs. Unable to find her words, she stammers once again, before realization brings back her thoughts.

"Ah! I-I seek the Forgotten Dragon." the man coughed before swiftly unsheathing a dagger from his side. He holds the blade towards her face, the steel hovering mere inches from her nostrils.

"Are you a spy?" she shook her head quickly denying his probable suspicions. He lowers his blade before swiftly leaning forward, his eyes scanning the surrounding streets as he looks all around. "Are you a member of the Royal Guard? A soldier in the national army?"

"Please, you humble me." before she can react the woman is pulled into the small brick building, the poorly fashioned wooden door closing behind her. Although it was only midday, not a single ray of light shone inside. The man now lost to her vision in the darkness, she calls for the stranger. To no response, she continues her efforts until her eyes come across a floating red ember. Looking near her feet she bares witness to a growing otherworldly flame, glowing a light purple. In the growing light, she gasps as she sees the man, knelt down, the flame coming from his own breath. "It's you!"

"How perceptive of you." the man readjusts himself, sitting inches back from the flickering fire. Before speaking further, he fixes his scarf so that his mouth is once again covered. "Please, sit. Tell me why you sook me out."

"Ah, yes. Thank you, sir. Word around is that you seek the services of an experienced thief."

"Then surely you know what I aim to steal?"

"Indeed, the last relic of High Prince Xander."

"The Dark Blade, Siegfried. So you do know. So then you must also know that my attempts at seizing the blade have all failed. If you can acquire that blade for me, then I shall sing praises of your work across all of Nohr, and shower you in coin."

"Please, you humble me once again. I only ask that I may continue to serve you directly."

"Fine then, should you succeed, you may. What is your name?"

"I am called Selena...my liege."

"Well, Selena, steel yourself for what comes ahead. We act at last light."

"You will accompany me?"

"I will remain near, should you meet opposition. Now go, and come back when it is time."

"Dark fell awhile ago, where are they?"

"Do not worry yourself, my sweet brother. Selena has relayed to me that she will enter from this courtyard. All we must do is engage her in combat and he will come. Then he will be in your hands."

"This better work, Camilla. I'm tired of defending brothers sword from this lowly thief."

"It will work, Leo. Trust in your sister."

Leo and Camilla hid themselves atop one of the walls surrounding one of the castles courtyards. An ambush had been set hours ago upon instructions of Princess Camilla after one of her retainers, Selena, had fooled their enemy into giving her his trust. Selena had said that her "employer" would show himself if she was in need of help, so the ambush was set to make it seem like just that. Archers were deployed on the walls and towers all around, and would reveal themselves when Selene entered the courtyards center. Leo had started the grow sick of waiting, until he heard the faint pitter-patter of someone approaching the area.

"Halt! In the name of King Leo!" Leo and Camilla shot up at the order, looking down to see Selena, on her knees, all of the archers waiting, arrows drawn. He waited in baited breath for this would be thief to come to the aid of his fake accomplice. After a few more seconds of silence, realization struck, sending him into utter panic.

"He knows! We've been fooled! Camilla, send all available guards to the throne room!"

Leo bolted from his position and sped for the throne as his sister called for the guards. Down below, Selena stands and curses aloud, drawing her sword from her side as she makes for the throne as well. As Leo ran, his anger grew with each step as the fact that he was being toyed with burned into his mind. The war with the neighboring nation Hoshido had come to an end, but with newfound peace came enemies who would challenge the idea. This new enemy came in the form of a man known by his followers as "the Forgotten Dragon". His small militia of men and women had begun activity mere weeks after the war came to an end. They began mainly pestering Nohrian guards and soldiers, beating them senseless in the dead of night and tossing their unconscious bodies out in the open for all to see.

As things progressed further, it became clear that the groups main function was to protest the rule of the Nohrian royal family, as well as the existence of Nohrian turned Hoshidan prince Corrin. The militia blamed the war for the great loss of life on both sides, and labeled Corrin the face of the war as it's supposed catalyst. While the members of the militia thought they were crusading for justice to those forcefully subjected to the violence, the true intentions of the Dragon were known by none. For example, he had started raiding the castle to secure the blade Siegfried supposedly to slander the name of Prince Xander for his actions in the conflict. Leo, Nohrs most recent King, has been so far successful in preventing the theft of his brothers blade, but today seemed to be the day he would lose.

"You there! Get off of the throne, NOW!" Leo arrived to see his target seated lazily on his throne. He was angered by this, of course, but was even more wary of the fact that Xander's blade now sat across the thieves lap.

"Finally! My audience with the enigmatic King Leo! Oh how I have longed for this moment!"

"Leo?" Camilla along with Selena and the castle guard made their way into the throne room. Camilla stood at her brothers side, everyone else blocking every exit and surrounding the man where he sat. "Leo he has it!"

"Calm yourself, sister. What is it that you desire, thief!?"

"I do not desire anything! I have what I want!" he laughed in the face of his enemy, holding his new prize high above his head.

"You bastard!" Leo opened the tome he held at his waist, glancing down to read off of its pages. In an instant a web formed of lightning shot at the thief. Leo watched as the man sat still, unwavering to his attack. The magic had missed its mark, the only damage done was to the cloak hiding the mans face. The light fabric had ignited quickly, catching flame almost upon impact. The thief began to chuckle lowly, throwing the burning clothes off and to the side. Upon revealing his appearance, he laughed harder as faces began to turn horrified all around him.

"No...you can't be. Corrin?" the man was a doppelgänger to the brother he knew and loved, fully identical save for a black head of hair. He tensed up, angered at the sound of that name. He only responded by standing and pointing an extended finger at his accuser.

"You will regret referring to me by that name...my king."