Feathers & Tomes

Time travel and trauma huh? Typical.

“Pee, uh huh, uh huh!” said Pip nodding with a grin. “Robin reads me lotsa’ fairy tales ‘n stuff! One time he read me a story about some princess who was so pretty her mama tried killin’ her, so she ran off in the woods and hung out with these lil’ guys called dwarves, but then, but then, her mama found her and like, gave her a really nasty apple 'n then the princess died, peep! But it’s ok 'cuz her boyfriend woke her up and they got married!”

He tilted his head. “Pee, sometimes he reads me his notes though, and they get so boring I fall asleep…”

“OH YEAH! I know that one!!!!” Morgan bounced excitedly.

“I never really get bored listening to Father’s notes, though! I love hearing about his ideas! It helps me be a better tactician in the long run, y’know?” He grinned.

That response brought a pause from her as she turned around. Staff? Snipe someone? She was staring blankly before she spoke. “…Who do you mean when you say dad?” She asked. “And…don’t worry yourself about what happened.”

Wait…Robin? DEE? No way!

“Pee, fo’ real?!” cried Pip, jumping up. “You’re really Mr.Robin and Peeptoo’s kid?! No way, no way! Peeptoo is like, one of my best buds, peep! And Mr.Robin reads me bed stories sometimes too! Heeey wait, if you’re their kid, how come you’re so old, peep? You’re, like, a really big kid, pee!”

“Oh, you know! Trauma, time travel, all that good stuff!”

Morgan grinned nonchalantly.

“Wait-- YOU’RE BEST BUDS WITH DAD? Awesome! It’s awesome that father reads you stories, though! ..Wait, does he read you STORIES, or war history? Because he kinda does the latter with me! It’s awesome! There was this one war that like, some dude threw a tomato at the enemy, and they assumed it was gonna be some kind of magic bomb! So everyone ran and started screaming!”

Morgan burst out laughing.

When she felt the embrace she instinctively flinched since she recognized the voice. Rather than return it, she moved to get herself out of it. “…Forgive me though I do need a bit of space.” She said quickly. After all, this was close to her brother, except not the right shade of hair. Even still it was hard for her.

“Why does everyone always say that..”

Owain cleared his throat.

“Woah, is that..”

“BIG SIS!”

Pip chirped as he was picked up, settling down in Morgan’s gloves quite contently.

“Ooh, Chrom’s you’re dad, peep?! Mama told me about him, she says he eats oranges but like in a really weird way? I dunno what that means, but whatever! Hey hey, who’re you’re other dads, peep?”

“Well! You can tell by my TOTALLY AWESOME attire that I’m Robin’s kid! Y’know? The super cool tactician? And my OOOOOTHER dad is this TOTALLY COOL dude named Dark Pit, though he kinda goes by Dee! He’s got cool wings and a cooler attitude to match!” Morgan seemed proud of his family, swaying a bit as he spoke.

   – “Yes, you’re a very brave child. I’m proud of you.”

Dark Pit assured the boy, patting the back of his hand. His ethereal wings seemed to flow like ribbons behind him, as if itching to take flight.

   – “No, no, he’s not like Grima at all. Grima wanted to hurt people; Dharkon only wants to help, and make things better for everyone. That make sense?”

“Yeah! It does!” Morgan chirped, stretching his arms out as they walked.

“Also, thanks! Dad! Although--”

“I’m not a child, y’know! I’m a big boy!  Like-- A man ‘n stuff!” He pouted briefly before thinking.

“..Say, Dad? Is Dharkon a pretty big walk? I was already kinda walkin’ by myself for awhile when I found you.. Uh.. D-- D’ya think y’could just fly me there? I mean!! I kinda wanna see what your wings look like when you fly anyways!!! I feel like it looks really cool!”

She rubbed the back of her head anxiously. Despite Morgan appearing to be the same age as her, Maeko was unsure whether Lilin were supposed to even have an infatuation with weaponry.

“Thank… you?” She replied with a raised eyebrow. “And… are you sure you are allowed to be near weapons this sharp? And considerably big?

"As tiring as mortals are," Maeko panted. "I could never bring myself to truly hate them. That'd make me no better." She stuck her red handheld bident into the ground and she wiped the sweat off or her forehead. It's best not to ask about it.

“HEY, FATHER! The mun added someone new to our blog! You won’t believe who made it in!”

“Oh? Who is it? I’d love t--”

Owain kicked down the door with sheer strength.

“The..Destruction of the Seraph..”

“It is the sword that ended the human dragon war in ancient time. That sword specifically forged to kill dragons.” 

“Nice!” He grinned.

Something was stirring within him. ..Anger? Regret? Some unexplained emotion pulled at his heart. Something about Dee. Something about Lucina, maybe. ..Dharkon?

No, not him. He served him. Lord Dharkon was his savior. Surely, these absurd, negative emotions couldn’t be his doing. ..And yet..

Something still tore at him. 

Magic sparked at his fingertips, his newfound powers threatening to wreak havoc upon anyone who dared cross him at this time.

“...”

“Why does my chest hurt..?”

“..Uh...Helloo...?”

Morgan walked into the space where Dharkon was present. He looked up at him, the ominous shine of his single eye somehow sending chills down his spine.

“..I--..Uh..Dad..Said I-- Had to meet you here?” “..Sup.” Morgan smiled.