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She spent most of her days sleeping now, a ball of scales and feathers on top of Mount Prism. Whenever she awoke, she would always half hope that Chrom would once again be there with an outstretched hand, to invite her back to the castle as he did when they she had miraculously awoken after that fateful battle.
Some winters she would be bothered to drag herself into the shelter of a cave. Other years she was especially sentimental, gazing at the sky with longing in hopes to be at least a little bit closer to where her husband was.
How long had she been isolated on the holy mountain? It had to be decades now, she thought. Even before she left the Ylissean palace her sense of time had started to warp. It seemed with every blink another one of Chrom’s brilliant blue hairs had turned gray.
As the years went by Robin’s everlasting youth compared to the aging king at her side kept becoming more and more apparent. By their 40s (or was it their 60s?) Robin could no longer bear the yearly family paintings, her condition on a canvas for all to show.
Nevertheless Chrom remained tranquil throughout their years together. For many years they still sparred on the old training grounds and no matter his age there was the same glimmer in his eyes, the same love.
Oddly enough, her sudden change in blood seemed to affect her children as well. It was as puzzling to them as it was to her, and they similarly wrestled with their new lifespan. Lucina and Morgan had felt the change in their souls sensing her return and change. From that point forward their growth was also stunted. Lucina already a fully grown adult did not see change at all to her body like her mother. The princess remained tall and strong even in what was supposed to be her senior years. Her already stoic daughter now seemed more reclusive than before. She smiled less, and Robin would often have to attend to her baby girl’s nightly tears in tandem with her own. Morgan handled everything a little better… at least on the surface. Often he would be out and about, a chatterbox as always with a book in hand, but he refused to engage in any conversation about age.
Her current timeline babies at least didn’t have to face the conflict of no longer being mortal, at least not right now. Little Luci and Morgan were still growing but in her heart Robin knew that she was not the only one subjected to this fate.
It had happened suddenly, or it felt like it had at least. One night she had slept with her husband next to her and the next she had awoken alone. For hours the maids had pleaded with her to rise for Chrom’s funeral but she hadn’t budged, thoughts racing in disbelief. Only when eldest Lucina and Morgan gently took off her bed covers did she comply with their wishes.
Instead of the White Wedding gown at the back of her closet Lucina had taken out a bleary black dress that was the complete opposite of what she had worn on that happy day that felt not so long ago. Lucina and Morgan were already in their grieving clothes, the puffiness in their eyes revealing how they were also barely holding their stature’s together.
The same Blue Lilies and Gardenias littered the castle grounds like a mockery of her day of betrothal. Not even the maids were out and about, as all Ylisseans gathered to mourn the passing of their Hero-King. The sharp clacking of her boots encased her newfound loneliness, every step bringing her closer to the truth that couldn’t have happened, it couldn’t have… it was far too soon.
Standing next to the casket, the widowed queen could only look at the floor. Hundreds of thousands of Ylisseans filed by with flowers and condolences which Robin could only nod at in politeness but never did she lift her black veil to allow her face to show, lest her treacherously young complexion show.
When the horrible ordeal was over, before the casket was lowered into the earth, did she finally spare a look at her beloved. His brilliant blue hair was now an ashen grey. No longer did she see those eyes sparked with bravery but looking closer Robin could see he was at peace. He had not fallen to a doomed future. He spent many years with his children and light of his life. They had in any case lived out their happily ever after. And so for the last time, she placed a chaste kiss on his forehead before gathering Little Morgan into her arms and making the long, long, journey back to her bedroom. Not sparing a glance when they lowered the coffin into the ground, desperately holding on to the picture of her husband’s peaceful smile instead.
That was quite some time ago. She would have to ask Tiki how many exactly the next time she visited. Robin had left the kingdom less than a year after Lissa was crowned Exalt. The once bubbly snorting princess had really grown into her own.Though the new queen never did stop wearing her little pigtails and still had the same snorting laughter when her family was with her.
Nevertheless, Robin quickly felt she no longer belonged in the Ylisstol palace, now more so than ever without Chrom’s presence. No longer the region’s queen, there felt no point in staying anyhow, so with Lissa’s permission she decided it was time for a small pilgrimage.
She managed to keep her plans for travel on the down low until Morgan, ever sneaky even decades later, managed to find her maps. He of course gabbed to Lucina about this and her children insisted that they couldn’t let her go alone. Robin could see in their eyes they also wanted to escape the palace at least for some time, pretend to be the traveling Shephards again.
And so early one morning, the trio set out of Ylisstol. The entourage had not traveled far from the capital since Grima’s defeat… now nearly a century past. Peaceful scenes of forests and fields a reminder of the future they had all fought for. This had been the hope of all the Shephard’s hearts.
Indeed this had been what Robin had sacrificed for too. And not only did her sacrifice guarantee the land’s peace from Grima for eternity, an additional blessing… or curse had also come with it.
Besides a break from life in Ylisse, Robin also had another goal in mind for their trip. Their destination was the Mila tree, where Tiki had slept since the end of the war. If anyone could provide further explanation for her condition, it was the Voice of Naga herself.
After a week or two they arrived at the roots of the great tree. Tiki had awoken as they arrived, sensing their presence and being roused thus.
Upon seeing the seemingly young royal family Tiki was perplexed to hear that nearly a century had passed. After explaining what had happened since the Manakete’s little nap, Tiki had motioned them to sit down as she proceeded to present her understanding of Robin’s new condition.
With concern she had explained that she felt a presence in Robin that was similar to when she still possessed the mark of Grima. Peculiarly she sensed nearly the same from Lucina and Morgan. She clarified it could not possibly be the fell dragon though, his presence being gone from the world.
The new energy, she had cautiously hypothesized, was that of a Manakete’s, albeit the difference in composition was likely due to being derived from a fell dragon and Robin’s unique process of gaining it.
To test this theory, Tiki proposed that they each gain a dragonstone and see if a transformation was possible. The dragoness remarked that Robin’s situation was especially unique since Robin’s main form was her human form, instead of her dragon form. Either way, Tiki concluded that transformation should still be possible.
Robin’s first transformation had felt truly strange. Hands turned into talons, wings grew from bones she didn’t know she had, and the feeling of scales on skin made her shiver. She had touched Dragonstones before from Nowi out of curiosity, but they had just felt like any other piece of earth, nothing felt particularly special. After gingerly holding the gemstone in the palm of her hand though, she could hear the call from the magical gem. It seemed to whisper and beckon at her very soul.
She did not even have to force the transformation, the power from the stone simply flowed like electricity into her being, and when she reopened her eyes, her new form nearly made her stumble off the tree in shock.
Gracing her back were three pairs of black feathered wings. Her body was covered in a night black veil of scales with a purple gloss in the light. Claws like a crescent moon scraped the bark of the tree below her feet. Yes, the form was the unmistakable resemblance of Grima, confirming her suspicion of the linkage of her condition to the fell dragon.
Luckily her new dragon form was much smaller than the titanic dragon, and she was grateful that she still only had two eyes. Poor Lucina and Morgan almost doubled back at her visage though, which she felt a pang of guilt for, before they recognized the voice that spoke from the creature before them was indeed their mother.
After seeing her mother’s transformation, Lucina had looked a little more reluctant to receive her stone, but putting on a brave face took it from Tiki’s reassuring hands.
Her daughter’s form had the same sleekness and feathers from her mother, also sporting triple pairs of wings. Lucina’s scales differed in their night sky blue though, gleaming like waves crashing in the seas.
Morgan was now quite excited to receive his transformation seeing the sheer magnificence of his family’s new bodies. Barely a second after Tiki dropped it in his hand, he had all but leaped into his new form, a similar night blue like Lucina’s, but a royal purple was also mixed into his appearance. Instead of feathers, Morgan sported webbed wings though. The sky blue of his wings a brighter colour that set him apart from his sister and mother.
The youngest of the three newly transformed dragons was certainly the most excited, nearly taking off with how much flapping he was doing. Robin had to admit… it was a very magnificent power, to be able to take the form of a creature such as a dragon.
For a few weeks, Robin and her family stayed with Tiki at the MIla Tree. The green haired manakete taught them how to control their new form. From wing control and fire breath, it felt good for the tactician to completely focus on the tasks given to her. It was a much needed distraction that kept her sufficiently occupied.
The weeks with the divine dragoness quickly turned into routine for the family. Robin got used to sleeping under the stars in a bed of leaves that had no right being so comfortable. On the top of the MIla Tree, Robin felt all her worldly troubles fall to the bottom of the tree’s great roots. But in the back of her mind, she remembered her children back in Ylisse, and Lissa, her sister in law that had always concerned herself with Robin’s wellbeing.
So, after about a month with Tiki, the group had departed. By this time they had confidence in their flying ability and were able to make quick time back to Ylisstol, in less than 2 days time with breaks in between.
The Exalt Lissa had nearly knocked down Robin in a bear hug when they returned (some things simply never changed with the Shephards). Lissa gave them a lengthy lecture about communication and how they scared her to death and to never worry her like that again so on and so forth. Morgan had to pat his poor aunt’s back while Lucina fetched a tissue to dab at the waterfall her eyes were making.
Robin had assured her dear sister that they would find a better way of communication next time they had a lengthy journey. After settling down, Robin explained what they had learned from Tiki. Lissa had listened with interest but never did her eyes show anger, disgust, or anything of the sort. When Robin had finished her story, all she did was tug Robin into an even tighter hug reassuring her there would always always be a place for her family in Ylisstol.
Still, after Lissa stepped down as Queen to retire Robin felt more out of place in the castle than ever. Not a queen or tactician, she felt more like a ghost of the past floating down the halls, aimless. Her children had all grown up and were tending to their own immortal lives. Sure she was an important advisor and a part time teacher but seeing the mortality of those around her was taking a toll on her psyche.
The day of Lissa’s passing was the last time she saw Ylisstol. After paying respects to her dear sister, she and future Lucina departed.
They happened upon Mount Prism serendipitously. The misty atmosphere coupled with the mountain's isolation felt like a balm to her soul. Stopping for a temporary nap, they were shocked when a panicked Morgan had come flying in to rudely awaken them only to tell them with tears in his eyes that the mother and daughter had been missing for years.
Besides maternal concern for her children, Robin could not bring herself to return to Ylisstol. Yes she was the halidom’s former queen and guardian but something was holding back her return. Ever since Chrom’s death her life hadn’t quite been the same there.
But on the mountain’s peak Robin had felt a sereness she hadn’t felt in many many years. The wind held whispers of the past and carried with it the dew from the valleys below. Her dreams as she had slept were of happier times, and the stars above carried assurance that her husband was up there… somewhere… waiting.
Lucina also felt the call of the mountain. Unlike Morgan, mother and daughter still keenly felt Chrom’s loss and the mortality of others too deeply.
So, they waved Morgan goodbye, deciding to call Mount Prism their new residence. The ruins were virtually unchanged from the last Awakening Rite. The pristine diorite walls gleaming in a holy light. In respect for Naga the dragonesses minimized stepping inside the temple.
Lucina had decided to keep her Parallel Falchion with her in case the original timeline Falchion was ever lost or stolen. Being close to Naga’s spirit gave the sword a certain hum from it though, which Robin hypothesized was due to their new Manakete blood’s heightened senses.
On the sides of the mountains there were lush caves as well, filled with flowering moss and quite comfortable for their new dragon forms. Often mother and daughter slept together directly under the stars, but would occasionally move to the caves for rest.
In between their long naps, Robin and Lucina would stretch their wings for some flying around the mountain. Hunger was no longer a need for the dragons to attend to, but it was an annoyance they had to satiate at times. Robin really preferred not to have a random pile of bones build up over the years so it was fortunate that the mountain had many edible cultivars, possibly from the old dragons that may have also resided there.
Time’s pass seemed nonexistent on the mountaintop. The only indication of it being the change in seasons that the dragon’s all but slept through. Even Morgan’s stories of the present day, while indicating the world was indeed progressing, were still far away from them.
Her children, both in this timeline and from the future were always close by, to her delight. Sometimes she’d awaken to a dragon smaller than her nestled into the curve of her belly, snoozing lightly. Sometimes it was two, and on some occasions all of them would slumber together on Mount Prism under the starry sky where they were closest to her beloved Chrom.
Her eldest, Lucina continued to spend most of her time at her mother’s side, and by far was the sibling that spent the most time with her on the mountaintop. She too wanted to feel close to her comrades and loved ones in the sky. But her solemn melancholy always lifted when Nah, her old companion visited. They would reminisce about old times with tears and laughter together. Nah was the last of the future timeline children that Lucina had, which she thanked Naga for. On some occasions, Nah would be accompanied by her mother, Nowi, who ever the child at heart would drag Lucina down the mountain for some fun. (Robin politely declined with some amusement).
The manaketes usually came back with trinkets from nearby human towns, gadgets, books (to Robin’s delight), and clothing. Surprisingly, Lucina’s taste in clothing improved over the years. Her former gaudy garments now had a certain flair to them. And through the centuries, at least good reading was never sparse.
Morgan never lost his charm. Unsurprisingly, he was the one in the family to come to the best terms with his immortality behind the current timeline children. He still loved going down to human towns and interacting with the locals there, albeit he was careful to become too connected with non-manaketes. He easily hopped from Valm with Tiki to Ylisse with Nah thanks to his wings. Though the topic of his lost loved ones was still heavy, his mood was still upbeat for the most part. His visits were frequent, usually relaying news from the outside world with much needed vigor and excitement.
Apparently, he explained, humans were beginning to make marvelous inventions that gave much needed convenience to their lives. The royal family, now Lissa’s many many great grandchildren resided in Ylisstol, governing without hiccups. He remarked with amazement about the changes in the region’s governance though, explaining the new system of a “parliament” with representatives from each region that balanced out the power of the ruler. Robin wondered how Chom would’ve thought of this change, and concluded that it would do well to prevent tyrants like Chrom’s father from complete power over the throne again.
Little Luci and Morgan (they called him Marc to avoid confusement) grew to be quite different from their future timeline counterparts. They were more accustomed to their immortality, gaining it at a young age and actually had no problem returning to Ylisstol for extended periods of time to help with affairs there. A concerned Robin always reminded them to keep on the down low as to not endanger themselves with their status so that it was only known to the royal family of their presence.
Stories of the immortal queen were passed down in Ylisse as a legend accompanying the legendary king Chrom. The story as it was told went that when the king died, the queen in her grief had flown into the sky as a dragon in hopes of reaching her husband’s soul. However, she had been unable to reach her beloved and instead found a home on the moon above, where she and her children resided to this day.
Robin had a wistful smile as Luci and Morgan told her the story. It was straight out of a fairytale, and she supposed the story was not completely false. It warmed her heart to think that her and Chrom’s stories were now bedtime lullabies for children in their cribs.
Little Luci, not so little now, had grown to be just as bookish and magic adept as her mother had. Without the fear of Grima’s arrival and both Falchion’s already being in the possession of other family members, all her battle prowess had been invested in Robin’s tomes. Even more peculiar, as she grew, her hair had lightened to a sky blue. It had started in her later adulthood. She faintly recalled that back in Ylisse, Chrom had jokingly said that his family’s dark blue hair curse would eventually be lifted. It was true, those darn blue hair genes were so strong that it was a miracle Lissa and Emmeryn had been blessed with golden locks.
By her human “adulthood”, Little Luci had learned every spell Robin could teach. Thoron and Elwind… with a particular flair for flame magic. If future Lucina’s swordplay could fell a tree in a swoop, Luci’s could turn it to ashes with a single articulated blast. But perhaps her greatest ability was her control with the flame’s uncontrollable dance. For Little Marc’s 16th birthday she gifted him a show of her newest invention: fire flowers, blasting various flame spirals into the sky that blossomed into sparks of colour. They became a staple of celebrations in Ylisse, and benefited it’s economy greatly as a popular export.
Perhaps it was 20 years later (Robin put extra effort into remembering her family memories), Luci established the first university in Ylisse. After combing through all of the castle’s books and then some, she and Lissa discussed plans for a small school near the edge of the city. For a while Robin had agreed to teach magic classes, but she was far from the only volunteer. Luci had recruited many many willing participants for the ambitious project.
Future Lucina while still coping with her elongated lifespan found a temporary relief in her time teaching sword classes at school. Morgan took it upon himself to fill the school with books, becoming it’s first librarian. Cynthia taught Pegasus Care 101. Severa to Combat Training. Owain insisted on teaching Performing Arts. Inigo was delighted to have Etiquette and Dance as a two in one course.
In it’s first years, only Ylisseans attended the school, but eventually so many wanted to attend the academy that the staff agreed they needed some expansion. Luckily, Lissa, happy with the success of the school, gave her niece assistance, more than necessary. Many more teachers joined the school’s faculty so that by the time Luci stepped down from leadership decades later she had no worry that the school would only grow.
Now, Luci still would occasionally intervene in school affairs but she now traveled the continents to establish more smaller schoolhouses everywhere. Robin was so very proud of all the good she had accomplished and good she knew would continue to do. Despite their different circumstances, Lucina’s love for all people and ability to spread hope was universal to her character.
Littlest Marc, Robin’s youngest child. He’d become quite the scholar in his long life. With the voracious appetite of knowledge from his mother and passion of his father. Similar to Morgan, he always had his head in a book, a goofy smile plastered on his face at close to all times. In the circumstances of the current timeline though, Marc had become quite well known as an innovator of magic. His research in plant magic assisting farmers throughout the continent, and wind spells that revolutionized sailing.
The precocious child was far from an isolated scientist though, and never shied away from interaction with others. In many ways, he was the same kid that dug pits in the Shephards camp. Robin had sighed in exasperation and amusement when hearing Marc had invented what he called “squish worms”, sugar in the shape of a worm. After giving him a scolding about eating too much sugar, he sheepishly explained his inspiration; he was taking some dirt for experimentation when he observed the worms squirming around with their weirdly flexible bodies. One thing led to another and Marc had the sugar worms in his hand.
She swore all the silliness in her children came from their father, that lovable dork. She saw him in their faces and hearts every single time. All had devoted their life for the good of the world and every life who inhabited in it just as Chrom had before. Their strong bodies so similar to the king’s never hesitated to shield the weak. And the way their faces lit up with the same crinkles under his eyes whenever even the dumbest joke was made.
Now, if Chrom were here, he’d argue that Robin had also devoted (and sacrificed) her life for the good of the world as well. And how the queen would endure sleepless nights devoted to battle plans or government policies to ensure the survival and care of ordinary soldiers and citizens. And worst of all, he would chuckle… that the jokes that their children laughed at… so did she.
Previous memories and manifest dreams filled Robin’s hazy imagination while she continued her sleep. The years continued to come and go, though to the manakete the concept of time was now a rushing river, never to meet the Delta at the end of time. But one day, when the pale moon hung high in the sky, did Robin awake with a certain energy she’d never had before. It coursed through her veins, trying to remind her a crucial memory, one she could not have forgotten but was hidden deep in the recesses of centuries past.
One thousand years.
One thousand years since her birth as an immortal manakete, and her exact birthday as well. On instinct Robin called her human form back and looked at the back of her hand, where it used to be. Still, her visage, like the moon above was unchanged. She sighed at her silver counterpart in the sky. Her clothes while ruffled and in need of a wash, had held up against the ravages of time.
It had been a good many naps ago that Robin had returned to her human form. A body covered in scales was much better at keeping comfortable during temperature fluctuations over years of sleep. And… even if her human memories were precious, the pain that came with them was well remedied by compartmentalizing her human side in the dragonstone.
Lucina, in her draconic form, slumbered next to her. Draped over her soft wings was Morgan, snoring softly. Luci and Marc had been curled up into her, shifting when the space Robin occupied was left empty.
A new shape was soaring into view. Three actually, thought Robin looking closer. The tactician instincts in her mind immediately kicked into action before relaxing when she saw it was none other than her fellow Shephards Nah and Nowi with Tiki close behind.
Nowi half crashed half soared into her old friend as she landed in her human form. “Robinn!!!!” She roared excitedly, to the displeasure of the napping dragons next to her.
“Aunt Nowi… please keep it down” Luci mumbled. “Oh, sorry, sorry, you sleepyheads need to wake up anyhow with how long you stay in dream land.” Nowi gave the disgruntled blue dragon a pat on the snout.
“Greetings Robin” Tiki gave a much politer greeting but filled with equally as much warmth. Nah waved before gently nudging Lucina awake.
Visits from each of the manaketes around Robin were common enough for long life species, but never before had all of them been gathered there for a single occasion. In a way, it was a reunion of the Shephards… which would be, what year anniversary again?
“Well” Tiki started, “It’s your thousandth year, Robin, happy Milleniunth birthday!” Tiki and the others presented a colourfully wrapped box, no doubt each one containing a book. Robin took each package with care. Her children giggled, retrieving their hidden gifts from a hidden ditch that was likely the handiwork of Morgan.
“Mother, we didn’t expect you to be so timely in waking for your birthday, it was supposed to be a surprise.” Lucina said sheepishly.
“ Yeah! It’s super unfair you have to sleep through all your birthdays so we wanted this one to be extra special.” Morgan pouted a little, once again losing a battle of tactics to his mother.
Robin couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto her face, not one from past memories, or a queen’s smile, no this was one that pushed crinkles into her eyes and revealed pure joy. “Oh, my darlings, just having you all here is more than enough.” She pulled them into a hug, her feathery wings embracing them in one swoop.
“You should open my gift first!” Marc piped up. Robin rolled her eyes at her youngest’s antics. Years of advanced Magiculus certainly didn’t tamper his spirit.
And Marc did not disappoint. It was what he called a “typewriter”, invented just for this occasion. Nah had taken up painting in the recent hundred years and put her heart into a book of drawings of memories with Shephards, every mundane detail in the worn pages.
“Don’t worry, this is the printed copy” She had reassured Robin.
Luci had similarly made a book, er a few actually on the thousand year history of her school, which was a long read that Robin was eager to read. The uncut gift version approximately being a humble 4000 pages in total. Lucina had retrieved one of her old tactician’s outfits, still fresh after a millennium, which made Robin realize with embarrassment that she had neglected her laundry for 1000 years. Morgan proudly presented his book: A History of Tactics and the Tacticians that Made Them. Robin face palmed when she saw the multiple chapters dedicated to herself.
“ Morgan, if you’re going to put something so significant in the world… please take it more seriously. At least give others the same treatment.” Morgan gave the most adorable smile at her scolding “But I know you best mother… it’s only natural that there’d be more chapters in there.”
Tiki had presented a very very old book that had the scribbles of the famous tactician, Katerina, way back when from Marth’s time.
“Tiki, you can’t possibly give this to me…” Though a full manakete, Robin full well knew that her fellow dragoness also suffered the same from the loss of their loved ones. “No, I can, she would’ve wanted this.” Robin gingerly took the ancient book from her, murmuring a thank you to which Tiki lightly giggled at in return.
Nah and Nowi both tied to the size of their gift, which were both nearly half her height high. Robin truly did not have any idea what could possibly be so big. Nothing could prepare her for what was inside though.
Inside Nowi’s was a collection of all the Shepherds memorabilia, each with a letter attached from their owners.Maribelle’s umbrella. An infinitely redeemable ticket to Olivia’s theater. ( A collection of Frederick’s pebbles. Nowi’s many playthings. An outline of Sully’s workout routine. A… fantasy autobiography written by Sumia?
“ We’ve been keeping this box safe for a long time, and we hounded every Shephard until we had everything ready.” Nowi explained while they examined the items in the box with a nostalgic mist in their eyes. Still, the emotion that was ever present was not the sadness at the loss of their friends to time. No, it felt almost like all the Shepherds had gathered around the campfire once again, the ragtag band that overcame all odds with their bonds.
This kind of intimate birthday was something Robin missed. She had slept nearly 900 birthdays away and joy of it from all those years ago remained. The moon was as radiant as ever in the brilliant cobalt sky, and she swore that she saw her husband in the interpolations of the stars.
Nah similarly collected items from the Shepherd’s children. The manaketes laughed and cried at stories of old as the sun rose on Mount Prism. Robin had seen many beautiful sunrises in the years, but this one, with her family gathered around her like this, was perhaps the most stunning of all of them.
The warm rays seeped into her, and her heart, which had felt akin to a slow moving glacier for far too long, finally started to melt.
“I do say” Robin began. She gave a pause as she rotated her gaze to everyone before continuing, “I think it’s time I see Ylisstol again. I don’t think it’s possible to stay up here forever”.
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“Well it’s about time!” Nowi huffed goodheartedly. “ Oh my gosh mother mother there’s so much we have to show you…” Morgan began to list of the numerous places they absolutely had to drag Robin to. Tiki gave a knowing glance to Robin, “ You know, speaking from experience, sleeping after 1000 years gives you quite the taste for adventure.”
“But mother…” Lucina hesitated, “You’re sure you absolutely want this?” Robin laughed and gave a gentle pat to her daughter’s head, “Of course I’m sure, do you know me for making haphazard decisions? Besides, your father wouldn’t stand for it if I stayed here forever.” She shook her head as she imagined how Chrom would more than likely have carried her down the mountain himself.
Lucina’s eyebrows were still furrowed, but her shoulders relaxed and the excitement from her brothers were contagious. “ Don’t worry, we’ll all be together for this little trip big sis, mom will have us.” Luci nudged her sister to give some reassurance. “Oh the campus has gotten so big, mother you’ll absolutely love the library Morgan’s made it the best one in all of Ylisse.” Morgan blushed at this and waved off the compliment. “Aw shucks, you’re giving me all the credit little sis.”
“Well?” Nah exclaimed with excitement. “Let’s get of this darn mountain already!” Tiki raised an eyebrow “Err I mean, my apologies divine Naga, but we really must go now!” Nah quickly amended.
Robin looked at her surroundings one last time. The winds whispered through the long grasses, their tendrils waving a goodbye to their neighbor. The skies were clear, with the sun sittin between the mountain range’s soft emerald peaks. Rainbows adjoined in the sky and it seemed Naga herself was giving Robin a farewell fanfare.
“Ready?” Morgan’s voice snapped her back to the manaketes in front of her, wings already spread. “Always” She replied with a smile, relishing the wings that fluttered from her body.
They launched themselves into the bright blue skies above, wings beating in unison with each other. And Robin felt them, their hearts united still, even after millenia. Nothing could break the bonds they forged together and with their friends from long ago: not Grima, or the movement of time itself.
And as the heavens embraced the dragons, the presence of other celestial beings made themselves known. Their leader, a tall figure in a cobalt blue, smiled down with absolute fondness.
Long ago, a valiant Prince met a sleeping maiden in the forest. He with his sword and she with her magic defended all the lands in the name of good. They gathered many allies, which were charmed by their equal kindness and power. In the end, it was not their magic or sword that saved the world from the greatest evil, but their love for each other and the people. After their victory they were crowned kind and queen, living happily ever after. The king grew old and wizened, but the queen was cursed to live forevermore. When her love passed, she flew to the heavens in hopes of meeting him. She still flies in the sky to this day. And… ever so rarely will her love come to meet her, their union across time marked to all by the brilliant blue of her sheen.