AN: Not all events are cannon compliant.

Ryoma certainly held a good argument. Everything he'd guessed was more or less the truth. When Inigo, Severa, and Owain vanished, they had only left behind a short letter.

Dear Morgan,

Owain, Severa, and I have been tasked with a mission.

There's someone who needs our help, Morgan.

I only wish I could have told you everything personally.

Tell our parents not to worry, okay?

Love,

Inigo

There was not a single hint to where they were going or doing.

I took the letter, sent a copy of the message out to Father, and rushed to Lady Tiki. Her answer was much more promising then Inigo's letter. She told me that she had not had a vision of them, but had felt a shift in space and time. Tracking the disturbance, she used much of her sight to inform me that the troublesome trio was somewhere even further than the normal Outrealms, alternative universes to our own world.

They were in a different universe, entirely.

Well, I was not the one to make that little fact deter me. With Lady Tiki's help, I managed to jump universes. The direction might not have been exactly accurate, but I was certain this was the same world Inigo stranded himself in.

But here I was, following Ryoma to the capital of Hoshido, instead of looking for Inigo further.

I hoped I wouldn't regret this, at a later date.

Distracted by my thoughts, I didn't notice the messenger bird until it landed on Ryoma's outstretched arms. I could see his face lighten as he recognized it, and he quickly relieved the bird of its burdens. He took the letter with both hands as he unraveled the scroll containing the message.

He scanned the letter quickly. I noted when something like wonder filled his eyes. "Kamui?" murmured Ryoma.

Without taking his eyes off the letter, he ordered, "Saizo, take the army, and guide Morgan to the capital."

Saizo realized what his lord meant immediately. He broke out in protest. "My lord-"

Ryoma glanced up, and said again firmly. "This is an order, Saizo."

Saizo bowed his head. "Yes, my lord. However, I insist you take a few guards with you."

"Saizo…" Ryoma sighed. "Fine." He turned to me. "Morgan, I leave you in Saizo's capable hands."

I rolled my eyes. As if I was going to follow the army obediently! I knew with certainty what path would allow me to explore more of this new universe. I spoke up. "Do you really want me to move with your army, when you would be going the other way?"

Ryoma's eyes narrowed. "Are you perhaps implying something, Morgan?"

Yes, yes I was.

"I didn't realize you trusted me enough to let me out of your sight, that's all," I said lightly.

Ryoma's hands wrapped around his sword. Now, now, that wasn't very subtle at all, now was it?

"Is that so."

His voice was smooth, a gentle caress that all but screamed danger. "Then why should I trust you enough to lead you to my precious sibling?"

Precious sibling? "I apologize," I said quickly. It probably was not the best time to bait the prince, especially with matters regarding his blood. "Of course, I did not mean that at all." I paused, then continued slyly. "But if you are going to collect your sibling, the direction you are going to is the opposite of the captial."

Ryoma watched me with a blank face.

"I'm guessing that the Faceless that we faced are more common around the borders, rather than the heart of your country. If you are going alone to collect your sibling in such a dangerous area- it is obvious that the reason is because you need time on your side. A whole army, no matter their strength, is pretty useless if you can't get there on time."

"Am I right, Lord Ryoma?"

"…I do not trust you," the man said flatly.

"I can only help," I insisted. "I would be useless with your troops when the probability of fighting is close to zero, and I'm guessing you cannot take Saizo with you because he needs to lead the troops in your behalf. And if I remember correctly, your guards worship you too much to do their job properly. Even if that wasn't so, I am more talented than any troops in your army." I said brazenly.

I earned a glare from Saizo in return. Ah well. He was a difficult one to please anyways. "I can guard you in his stead," I gestured towards Saizo. "Though of course, I would be very inadequate compared to your trustworthy retainer." I tried to not lay it on too thick. From their expressions, I probably failed.

To make up for my tone, I beamed in the winsome way Inigo taught me.

"What do you say, Lord Ryoma?"

"So, who are we going to?"

"My sister, Kamui."

That… explained absolutely nothing.

"And you're in a hurry, because you miss her so much?" I teased. Ryoma was annoyingly self-contained. I couldn't easily anger him, or even annoy him to make him speak so that he acted outwardly. Since there was no reaction, I switched my tone to be more serious. "Don't tell me she is under an attack."

"No. That is not…" He sighed, turning to face me directly.

"This is something every Hoshidan knows. I suppose there is no difference in one more person knowing."

I closed my distance with him, curiosity stirring.

"I have four siblings. I am the eldest, with Hinoka, Kamui, Takumi, and Sakura. However," his eyes turned dark. "Several years ago, the Nohrians killed my father, King Sumeragi, and kidnapped my sister Kamui."

"As of now, my two soldiers reported to me that they found Kamui with the Nohrians," he spat the word with venom. "They managed to escape Nohr, and she is now with them, of course. They were not in a danger of being attacked in the time they sent the message."

"I know that they are now safe, and the only thing that puts her apart from me is distance that I am now closing. Yet, I cannot help but wish to reach her faster."

"I think I can understand you perfectly in that regard, Lord Ryoma," I said wistfully.

His eyes met mine. For the first time, there was a smile in his eyes. "I thought you would," he said quietly, but there was strength in his voice.

We were not as tense as we were after the conversation. Probably because of the common base we shared. Even if our personalities were vastly different, we could at least appreciate each other's love for family.

Time passed slowly. This was wilderness and snow, fierce wind and bare mountains. The wind swept snow into its folds as well, and the relentless of it made it difficult to breathe.

But faintly, I began to see a yellow glow. I pointed it out to Ryoma, and we began to approach closer, and closer. Soon enough, the outline of a cabin began to appear.

"My Lord!" a fierce, female voice caught our attention.

Ryoma's eyes lit up in recognition as he hastened the pace. As we approached, I realized that the speaker was a feral looking woman with red tattoos.

Inside the cabin, a green haired ninja was besides an unconscious woman with flowing white hair.

"Rinkah, Kaze," said Ryoma, smile lighting his features. "I am glad that you are safe." His gaze strayed to the unconscious women.

His breath stopped. "Is that…" His hands reached out, to stop hovering over her face. "Kamui," breathed the man, looking starstruck.

His entire focus was on her.

I coughed lightly.

Ryoma jerked. He turned to me and back to Rinkah and Kaze.

"Morgan, this is Rinkah, daughter of the chieftain of the Fire Tribe, and Kaze, a ninja of Hoshido. Rinkah, Kaze, this is Morgan, a tactician. She aided me, and she will accompany us to the capital."

Both Hoshidans observed me, and I noted how Ryoma did not explicitly say that I was an ally.

"I should thank you for serving Lord Ryoma when we were otherwise occupied, Miss Morgan." Rinkah's voice had an edge of suspicion to it.

I replied back in kind. "Please, call me Morgan."

"Then call me Rinkah."

We exchanged sharp, feral smiles. The exchange went largely unnoted by both Kaze and Ryoma. All their attention was on what I assumed was Hoshido's lost princess.

"After all these years, I finally have you back, Kamui."

I broke off from challenging Rinkah to turn my attention to Ryoma and the women passed out on the floor.

So, this woman was Ryoma's long-lost sibling.

She had white flowing hair and pointed ears. Her skin was pale, and wore silver armor with a blue cape. She began to stir. When she opened her eyes, the color astounded me. It was a brilliant red.

When Ryoma's sister registered his words, however, the red eyes hardened. She lifted herself up, refusing help from Ryoma as she said forcefully.

"My name is Corrin."

Overhearing the conversation between Ryoma and Corrin proved to be very fruitful.

Corrin had no memories of her life in Hoshido, and even the older ones from Nohr were cloudy at best. She also was very firm in that her name was Corrin, not Kamui.

Ryoma was disheartened, but still, even her less then welcoming reaction and missing memories could not let his spirits down. It was subtle, but his strides, more open shoulders, and eyes lit with fire indicated that the man was indeed very happy.

It was only too bad that Corrin did not share the same delight. She had loosened a lot then from before, but she was still wary. But she was no longer scared, that was an improvement, at least.

On our way, we met two other princesses, Hinoka and Sakura. They had also been caught out on a skirmish against Faceless. I had the pleasure of observing the Hoshidan royalty in battle.

Ryoma was brilliant. He might still have room to improve, but he easily dominated the battlefield. Hinoka was talented as well, but less experieced. Sakura I did not see any action in her part, because she only stayed behind to heal. She did make an impression, since despite her soft nature she did not shy away from gruesome injuries. That held promise. And as for Corrin…

She definitely had the most potential. She was strong, stronger than even a normal man, and had the proper instincts for battle. It was merely a conjuncture, but I thought that her senses were keener than of a normal human's. She was unbothered by her bare feet despite the snow, and with her pointy ears and unnatural eyes, she seemed more like a manakete than a human. Was she adopted into the royal family? Ryoma, Hinoka, and Sakura were definitely human.

One thing was certain; Corrin was new to the battlefield. Little things gave her away, as staring wide-eyed at Ryoma's magical bursts from his sword, or the surprise as she saw the Faceless. Also with the fact that somehow her skill level had jumped significantly from her first kill and her last, I was certain that she had much potential and was now just beginning to explore it, out in an actual battle.

There was only so much that training could do, after all.

The only disturbing thing about Corirn was the sword she wielded. It did not fit her, as it was too bulky, and somehow I could not abandon the feeling that it was not under her control.

I finally decided to ask outright. "Where did you get that sword, Princess Corrin?"

"Oh, this? It was a gift from my father," she replied.

In front of us, the three Hoshidan royalty stiffened. Corrin did not seem to notice.

"Is it safe?"

Corrin turned. "What?" she asked, strange look crossing her delicate features.

I paused, looking thoughtfully at the weapon."Just, be careful of that sword, Princess Corrin. I don't like how it… feels like."

She nodded, but eyed me strangely. I did not know what else to say to make myself comprehensible to her, however. The sword just felt poisonous. How was I suppose convince another to abandon the weapon gifted to her by her father just based off of a feeling, especially when we both just met?

The capital of Hoshido was beautiful. Cherry blossom trees were in full bloom, and was planted almost everywhere. The buildings were colorful and bright, made of wood and painted with silver dragons.

The people greeted the royalty warmly and looked to Corrin and myself with curiosity. It was a pity we were headed straight to the heart of the capital, and unable to explore the wonders of what Hoshido had to offer us.

We had just taken the first steps inside the pavilion when the doors swung open and a women walked out with a smile and with open arms.

She was majestic, with the pride befitting that of a queen. She had thick black hair elegantly held in a golden crown. Her clothing was thick and white, falling lovingly over her body. Despite the clothing putting no emphasis on her figure, I thought it made her seem even more beautiful. Her manners, her clothing, her expression- they all reminded me of the portraits I saw of Exalt Emmerlyn.

"Bow, to Queen Mikoto of Hoshido."

Queen Mikoto's smile was warm as she walked towards us. Her eyes were focused on Corrin.

"Kamui, my daughter, I am so glad to see you!"

I winced beforehand, knowing exactly what the reply would be.

"My name is not Kamui. It is Corrin," said the princess firmly, her mouth a stubborn line.

Queen Mikoto flinched, but soon regained her composure. "Of course, I apologize, Corrin."

She turned to look at me. "And who might you be…."

If she was a lesser women, I would have called that expression on her face as a gape. "Could it be?" wonder colored her voice. "Are you Morgan, child of Robin?"

It was my time to mirror her surprise. "You recognize me, Queen Mikoto?" I asked.

"I don't believe we've ever met," I said faintly.

As I spoke, my eyes met the Queen's.

Her eyes are just like Lady Tiki's.

Realization brought a fond smile to my lips.

"Oh," I said in realization. "You have the Sight."

Confusion crossed several eyes. However, the Queen nodded knowingly.

"Sight?" asked Corrin.

I turned to Corrin. "It means that Queen Mikoto can see into different futures, and pasts, of the universe. It's one of the powers of ones with strong dragon blood."

Mikoto nodded. "You are right."

"...So she does come from another world."

Mikoto turned her gaze back to her children. "Yes. Morgan speaks the truth. She is not of Hoshido or Nohr."

Her gaze turned back to Morgan.

"You come from a different world." A curious, earnest expression crossed the Queen's face. "Tell me, Morgan. How did you find my country?"

I laughed, relieved that out of all the questions the Queen could have asked, it was this. "It's very beautiful milady," I assured her. "The trees, are fascinating, I have never seen them before in my world. The buildings are also different from what I am used to, but the way they blend in with the nature is very elegant and sophisticated."

Then, hesitatingly, I asked, "If you have the Sight, could you use it to locate my brother?" I was hopeful, but at the same time, I knew the answer even before she gave it.

Mikoto shook her head. "I apologize. I'm afraid that some things are out of my reach."

"I was afraid of that. That's what Lady Tiki said as well," I said wryly.

"You are welcome to stay as long as you wish, Morgan. We will be glad to have one such as you in our halls."

I should have left to search for Inigo. Queen Mikoto had helped alievate whatever suspicion Ryoma had of me, and I didn't think they would protest if I decided to leave. But I thought it would have been rude to refuse such hospitality and what could I say? I was curious to what Hoshido had to offer.

I bowed.

"I am honored, milady. Thank you for your hospitality."

"Yukimura, please take Morgan to one of our guest rooms," ordered the Queen.

"Yes, Lady Mikoto." He gestured to me, one hand pointing a corridor while his other hand supported it.

Queen Mikoto, now finished with me, turned to Corrin. "Corrin, let us talk," she said, leading the once-lost princess to a different set of corridors.

I left behind the family once parted, now reunited. I followed the man, Yukimura, as he navigated the halls.

"I don't believe you!"

The shout echoed the halls. Surprised, I stopped and turned to turning to the direction of the voice. That voice was unmistakably Corrin's. Yukimura held me back. "This way, Miss Morgan," he said a bit sharply.

Of course. That was not a matter that I had a right to interfere.

I followed Yukimura. Ryoma, Queen Mikoto, they all seemed like good people. But at the same time, Corrin's actions were perfectly understandable. She had believed herself to be a princess of Nohr her entire life, after all.

I wondered if Corrin would leave Hoshido secretly. Blood was important, but you couldn't compensate blood for years together. Memories ran stronger than blood.

At least, that was my opinion.

AN: I was trying to reach until the divergence of paths, but I didn't even come close. First time writing in first person, I thought this would be better for this story. Hope it fits. About Corrin's physical traits, I headcannon that she is physically better than other people because she is a manakete, despite some conversations with Mozu and Saizo proving otherwise.

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