even when they were not with me, my parents raised me. my father made strong. gave me an old sword and the weight of the word. my dad made me wise. gave me magic in my soul and a destiny, i would not understand. they never got to see me as a child. didn’t get to hold my hands as i took my first steps or tend to my skinned knees. but i got to change their path. change my path. let them see the world of joy and hope. they lived, i got to feel the warm of their embraces. the light of their smiles. to follow the mirrored movements of my father’s sword and hear the chanting of my dad’s tomes. i will not allow you to destroy what we have fixed.
independent robin, lucina, and chrom. penned by theus, circe, and arson.
