I believe that we can fight to change our fates. I traveled back from my bleak future to make a difference in my father's past. Now...I am here.
I believe that we can fight to change our fates. I traveled back from my bleak future to make a difference in my father's past. Now...I am here.
Played by Luciel
Fandom: Fire Emblem
Canon Point: After the defeat of the Fell Dragon Grima, amidst the crisis of the Tempest Trials
SKILLS & ABILITIES
Out of all of the sword techniques her father taught Lucina, Aether was by far the most advanced and powerful. Aether is a technique that combined two different skills to become an effective two consecutive hits. The first strike involves breaching through the opponent's defenses, striking at a vulnerable weak spot. While the enemy is affected, the user's second strike must involve reflecting light off of the blade in order to inflict a vampiric attack, slightly revitalizing the user based off of how damaging the cut was to the opponent.
From her constant travel between worlds and time periods via the Outrealm Gates and Naga's blessing, Lucina began to develop a psychological disorder within her mind that has proven to be both a blessing and a curse for the woman. The thoughts of her mind almost seem to jump between periods of time itself: both the future she could possibly experience and the past she had already been through.
The visions only seem to be triggered when a relevant event occurs around Lucina, but even in that case, they have a rare chance of actually surfacing. An exception to this is if Lucina experiences something comparable to a traumatic event she has experienced in the past, in which case the vision is far more likely to surface and haunt her mind, distorting the reality she sees itself. The visions of the likely future, when they do occur, are usually of events that are hours at the most or seconds at the least ahead of Lucina.
Because of her father's tutoring as well as her own dedication, Lucina is heavily experienced with using a sword, making her a formidable opponent if to anyone who goes up against her while she is wielding a blade.
Her father's Falchion was blessed by a divine ritual known as the Awakening to seal away Grima. In contrast, the Falchion that Lucina had brought from her future was only able to harm the Fell Dragon because of the blade's origin as a fang of Naga, a divine dragon. This allows for the sword to easily cut through draconic skin, such as that of dragons, wyverns, and reptiles.
Falchion was first created by the Divine Dragon Naga, who the people worshipped, as a way to seal off dragons who degenerated during the War of Shadows. For thousands of years, the sword was passed down through Ylisse's royal lineage, with the hilt being reforged due to damage while the blade itself remained indestructible. Only the worthy of the royal lineage have been able to wield Falchion, including Lucina and her father.
Forged as a gift from a village of townspeople in Askr who appreciated Lucina's valiant efforts in defending worlds the Tempest, Geirskögul is a lance designed to help bolster the user's defense. The brand of the exalt was crafted to inspire those who followed Lucina into battle.
Prior to her arrival in Pandora, Lucina had yet to encounter the legendary bow Thögn as she would in her future, though she was still aware of its existence. Around July, Year 7, the princess had started to have visions regarding the bow, and it eventually led to her seeking out her friend, @Brigitte Lindholm, and requesting that she helped her create the bow. The mechanic managed to successfully replicate the weapon that Lucina envisioned, plus adding features to make aiming easier to make up for Lucina's inexperience with a bow compared to her melee weapons. These include a scope as well as a small screen to help calculate the arrow's trajectory.
In a world where there are many modern contraptions and weaponry used by Pandora's inhabitants, Lucina uses primitive weaponry in comparison. Ranging from guns to robotic mechs, Lucina will be at a natural disadvantage. This includes her own personal use of any of these new technologies, as she would be clueless without any previous learning experience. Gradually, however, she is learning more about it as she spends more time in Pandora.
To those she considers her comrades, Lucina holds a high amount of trust for them. If someone were to manage to sneak into her circle of trust, they could be manipulative of the swordswoman as long as it does not stray far from her morals or become close enough to her to cause damage. If Lucina discovers or suspects treachery from a friend, she would become hesitant and emotional to hand down her punishment, giving ample time to counter her.
The girl also has a weak spot for her father, Chrom. She dedicates herself to protecting his safety, even having gone through time to save him for the sake of his and the rest of her country's future. If she is left to believe her father is in danger or able to be assisted, she will do her utmost to assure such a thing; however, she will ignore her values for avoiding needless deaths against someone she believes to be a major threat to Chrom.
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder
Sadly, Lucina has dealt with and seen a lot throughout her lifetime, especially the destruction of her world and life around her as she knew it. Often, they resurface during her dreams, and it's less common for them to occur while she is awake, but they are entirely possible, especially thanks to a psychological disorder she developed through frequent use of traveling through Outrealm Gates, which have only caused for the episodes to increase.
At the end of the day, Lucina is not someone with a constant source of magical abilities, superpowers, or technological weaponry. The only 'magic' she has is from blessings of the goddess she worships, but Naga is outside the realm of Pandora. Any method of killing or harming a normal human can be applicable to Lucina.
During the brief peacetime between Ylisse’s conflict with Plegia and the invasion of Valm, I was born to Chrom and Olivia. My father was a strong statue who was forced to face the death of my aunt before my birth, which eventually sparked into a fierce determination which alone could kill a man. On the other hand, my mother was a shy, timid woman with a hidden fire who danced to bolster the morale of soldiers before and after marrying my father. They sound to be a rather peculiar couple; however, as their daughter, I can say that they were a splendid couple.
Briefly, they and the rest of Chrom’s personal army, the Shepherds, marched and sailed to stop Valm’s attempt at conquest. Despite the size of their force, they were successful. It was only when they faced the cult of Grimleal, who desired the return of the Fell Dragon Grima to bring destruction to our world as we know it, that they began to suffer. After the Grimleal corrupted Robin, a close friend and excellent tactician in the Shepherds, they used him to deliver a fatal wound to Chrom before using him as a vessel for Grima. At the time, however, they would not tell me who this man was. Because of this, Grima was successfully summoned to my world. Risen, walking corpses infected by masks coated in parasites, were brought to bid Grima’s despair upon humanity in a slow, painful, and suffering death.
The remnants of Chrom’s Shepherds gathered in Ylisse, doing all that they could in their attempts to protect the populace. Before the Risen reached Ylisstol, the capital and where I still was left to wait, they had evacuated the castle. After that night is when my first memories began to form. Everything prior to this had only been information given to me by the other Shepherds who could remember it. I never was able to experience the beauty of the world, nor the fun and laughter that its people produced. Even today I still struggle to grasp what is art or a jest, only how beautiful I found the world to be without Grima’s plague upon it. My first memories were a constant fight for survival, running away from hordes of Risen, and my father’s vigorous yet patient training to prepare me for combat. His love and devotion during that time were the most glamorous details of my past, and I will always cherish these moments with him.
Despite the struggle against despair, my father and mother managed to conceive my sibling, Inigo. Like how I had a personality growing to be like my father’s, Inigo was growing to be like his mother with how timid he was when it came to socialization. It was only with my mother’s encouragement and help that Inigo was able to overcome this flaw. Though it led him to become a philanderer, I believe my mother’s tutoring allowed for Inigo to put on a facade of optimism with his dashing smile. Without that smile and his offerings of hope, I am not certain I would have been as successful as I had been in my future goals. Inigo is vitally important to me if it was not evident by how his right eye carried the brand of the exalt, similarly to how I carried mine in my left. It was as if it was fate that brought us to become a beacon of hope for our followers in our plight against Grima.
We began to seek Naga after years of our struggle. We wished to for her protection by performing the Awakening, which could only be done by gathering the five gemstones that made the ritual possible. By unfortunate luck one of the gemstones had been lost forever, but Naga offered an alternative: traveling back in time before Grima’s reign of destruction. Along with those who aided Inigo and me, we agreed to Naga’s plot. We did not fully agree, however, until Grima ransacked Ylisstol with his Risen armies, killing all those taking refuge save for Inigo, myself, and the ten other children of the Shepherds. The raid was when the remainder of the old Shepherds-the parents of the survivors-perished, making the ruins their final resting place. My father had been slain by Grima himself long ago, and my mother by a horde of Risen to assure Inigo’s safety. I can hardly bear to think of these memories any more than necessary.
Swiftly, we managed to escape another attack from Grima as we reached the past. Rather than reveal myself as Chrom’s daughter, which my eye was a clear indication to due to the brand being a sign of Ylisse’s royal lineage, I took the name “Marth” and donned a mask from a friend. Marth is the name of the Hero King, a legendary leader of old Ylisse who stood up for our country. His name alone inspired his soldiers, so I choose to borrow it for a similar purpose. Henceforth, I began to work behind the scenes, watching my father and his Shepherds from the shadows as I had done my best to assure the safety of Chrom and the future. It was hard not to break down into tears, especially when I was so close. I desperately wished to hug my father and explain how I missed him while keeping him as far from danger as possible, but I should not meddle with this new timeline more than I had to.
I had multiple encounters with my father and his allies, as well as Robin, who I could not remember hearing anything about at the time. Despite this, he seemed to be vital for the Shepherds as well as a friend to all. Whenever I watched from the shadows, I kept my eyes on him and my father the most. It was during one of these moments, the night when Plegian assassins were supposed to assassinate Emmeryn, the current reigning exalt as well as my aunt. I was desperate to save her as well, but I first had to spare Chrom from being inflicted by a damaging wound from an assassin. I prevented the attack, but the second assassin caught me off guard, which was when my guise as a boy was broken. Fortune had it to where Chrom did not see the brand of exalt inside of my eye that night, but sometimes I prayed he had so I would be forced to accompany him closely.
With my warning, Emmeryn was not assassinated on that fateful night; however, the river of time has its way of correcting itself. Days later, when the Shepherds hoped to escort her to safety, Emmeryn was taking hostage by Plegia. By the time we had arrived at the sand infested theocracy, they were about to execute her. It was only when the Shepherds were backed into a corner, and Chrom contemplated giving up the Fire Emblem, the relic necessary for performing the Awakening and preventing Grima’s return, that Emmeryn leaped off of the rock she was placed on for show. In the end, I couldn’t save Emmeryn, and my father still was given a raging soul while Ylisse filled with sorrow. Despite this, after the sorrowful evacuation, which was only made possible by my mother, I was able to witness the Shepherds revitalize themselves. As Plegians fled their country due to the madness of their King, Gangrel, the Shepherds matched into the country. The Mad King Gangrel was assassinated, thus ushering a reign of peace, giving me a silent time to plan for what I should do in preparation of Valm’s invasion.
It was a few days before Valm would invade when I was forced to reveal myself. My father and the Shepherds were departing from Plegia after having met their new King when they were assaulted. The Risen had come for them once again and had I not intervened, Chrom would have been assassinated in the process. While jumping from the shadows to protect him, I made a blunder which I’m now rather happy I’ve made. I mistakenly called Chrom my father. There was nothing more I could do, my father was filled with confusion by what I declared. I revealed everything about the ruined future that I had come from to the Shepherds. I also proved my identity as Chrom’s daughter, showing the brand of the exalt in my eye that demonstrated the undeniable truth that I was the woman that the daughter still in Ylisse would grow up to be if the future was not changed.
From that point onward, I assisted the Shepherds in their endeavors to push back Valm’s invasion. Along the way, I, at last, was reunited with my friends who traveled back with me, who promptly began to accompany Chrom on his endeavors. We had arrived as far as taking down Walhart himself, who was the conquering Emperor of the new Empire that rose within Valm. Along the way, we had managed to recover gemstones of the Fire Emblem so that we may perform the Awakening in the future, but there was one more that remained back in Plegia in the hands of Validar, the new King. He sent a message to us, requesting we return to him so that he may grant us the gemstone; however, he betrayed us, demanding the Fire Emblem. In the process of taking the Fire Emblem, I learned a hard truth: Robin must have been the ‘close ally’ who I heard struck Chrom in a time that would soon approach. Validar had used Robin to grab the Fire Emblem from Chrom, bringing him to now possess all the Fire Emblem itself.
I could not simply stand by and potentially allow for Robin to deliver the grievous wound onto Chrom. On an evening shortly after learning this truth, I called for Robin to meet me in a place away from the rest of the Shepherds. After a small conversation, I had pulled Falchion from its sheath, explaining to Robin what was to happen and how I must kill him to help prevent the future. Had my father not been spying on us and intervened, I would have slain the tactician, who accepted my judgment I was to deliver upon him, at that moment. I failed to convince my father that killing Robin was for the greater good, as he instead told me how he believed in their bond. From that point onward, I decided to trust their bond.
I witnessed a series of devious plots played out by both sides from them onward: I thought that Robin had delivered the wound, but the tactician had weakened himself beforehand after hearing my warning that he would be Chrom’s assailant. They hadn’t told me simply so that Validar would buy my reaction, as the last thing I wished to see was my father bleeding on the ground. When Validar was about to use the Fire Emblem, it was revealed that the gemstones we had were swapped out with fakes, predicting Validar’s scheme. Validar was defeated, but we had no time for celebrations. Grima, using the Robin from my future, had appeared before us, resurrecting Grima after witnessing our victory. My terrible future was coming true, and I felt that failure had crawled up to me.
Not all was lost, as we had regained the Fire Emblem in our possession. Working next to the Shepherd’s hope for victory, I recovered myself to follow them. Unlike in my timeline, all of the gemstones were accounted for, and thus I was able to witness Chrom perform the Awakening ritual, blessing his Falchion to be able to seal away Grima for a millennium. An alternative, to destroy Grima for good, was proposed to us, and that was that Grima must strike himself for him to remain dead. The only way we could do this was if Robin had decided to deal the blow himself, but that would also kill him in the process. There would only be a slim chance for him to return. After learning to trust in their bond, I was hesitant to allow for Robin to let himself deal the final blow, as I saw how good he was. I wanted to save him as well as my father, but I simply reminded myself to trust their bond. Perhaps that would have saved them.
We had arrived at where Grima had been resurrected, managing to arrive on to his back. Through our bonds and friendship, we persevered through the countless Risen that were on Grima’s back, eventually facing Grima’s vessel himself. Just as Chrom was about to strike him down with Falchion, Robin intervened, instead striking Grima himself so as to kill him for good. With somber parting words, we watched as he disappeared, with only a sliver of hope that he would be able to return; however, Grima was still ultimately defeated. I had accomplished the task I had set out to do in this timeline by delivering the warning and aiding in the defeat the Fell Dragon.
Although we were all struck by grief by Robin’s sacrifice for us, I ultimately had to accept the fact that it was for the greater good, and it was by his choice. Had he not done what he did, Grima would have returned in a thousand years, and someone else would have had to do what I did if they haven’t been exterminated beforehand. No one else should suffer the future we go through. I couldn’t help still feel remorseful. I wanted to save Robin, but he had simply disappeared. By the time we had returned to Ylisstol, there was still no sighting of him. I had to accept the fact that he may have been gone for good. What mattered was that the timeline was saved from destruction, and my father was unharmed.
In Ylisstol, the first thing I had done was find my younger self from this timeline, still innocent and pure in this world. I whispered to her how she would have a better life than I did, as there was no despair-filled future waiting for Grima’s destruction. Perhaps she would reach a better understanding of when people are joking and what a true fashion sense in comparison to my ignorance. I tried to see myself out so my parents could focus on raising their daughter, but they convinced me with their honeyed words to stay with them longer, saying that even though I come from another time, they still love me like their own daughter.
For a month, I remained with my parents in the capital, avoiding being seen by too many townspeople whenever I went outside. I preferred no one confronted me, as I wished for them not to see me as the hero in any way, shape, or form of the events that unfolded. My major contribution was providing warnings of these events, to begin with; it was the Shepherds who took the action necessary to stop my future from coming true. Besides, I am able to simply rest knowing the fact that my future will never come to be. I don’t desire any of the credit.
At the end of that month, I had discovered some dreadful news. My brother Inigo, my cousin Owain, and my friend Severa, all of who accompanied me to this timeline, had gone missing without a trace. They had left no message; at least, there was no message anyone could find. Fearing the worse, I donned my repaired mask that I had worn when I first came to this timeline and settled out of Ylisstol to search for them, leaving a parchment explaining to my parents what I was doing. With how caring they were, I believed they wouldn’t allow me to leave in such a manner, but this was personal to me. I would have appreciated the company of my friends on such a journey, but I dared not to hinder on their newfound peaceful lives.
I scoured across the continent in search for my companions, but it was to no avail. My determination was able to push me through, yet I could find no traces of the new whereabouts of my three comrades. In the end, knowing it would take a lifetime to venture off to the other continents that they could have possibly sailed toward, I sought out the divine dragon Naga at Mount Prism, a holy sanctuary where we had found her before. There, I conversed with Naga, requesting any information she had about my friends’ whereabouts.
Naga herself hardly knew anything about what could have happened, only that she was aware of another dragon similar to her who had made his presence in Ylisse in his human form as if searching for aid. In her eyes, he appeared to be a different sort of dragon from a manakete, yet still similar in other ways. She theorized with me that perhaps he had taken the three of them to his own realm beyond our own, but she wouldn’t know what realm this would be. As a method to find them, Naga mentioned to me the emerging threat of what she called a Tempest that was being summoned by a wicked sorceress within the Outrealms that forced ‘heroes’ to invade. She suggested that if I were to follow this trail, I may eventually find the realm in which Inigo, Owain, and Severa currently reside in.
Traveling on such a long journey was a daunting request, but I ultimately decided that it is what I should set my fate toward. I had done similar by traveling back in time to avert Grima’s destruction, so I put faith in my ability to do similar feats. Agreeing to Naga’s plans, I escorted myself to the Outrealm Gate, one that I remember having used to travel back in time, to begin with. I continued to keep my mask over my face, choosing to go by “Marth” once again to cover my true identity so that I may avoid the potentially confusing time and instead simply allow for “Marth” to grow more as a symbol aside from what he had done in his own time.
In my journey, I discovered a country known as Askr, who have their own ‘Order of Heroes’ led by the prince and princess of the land. Apparently, Askr was a land that could open Outrealm portals as they pleased, with their neighbor Embla being responsible for closing them. I chose not to involve myself too much in the conflict that they were brewing, instead simply keeping Askr as sort of a home base for me to travel between worlds. I was able to receive information from their commander, a girl named Anna, who was oddly similar to an Anna back in my world. With her information, I was travel between worlds that had a Tempest growing, and she even offered me a few of her ‘Heroes’ to aid me in closing the Tempests.
In each of the worlds, I encountered prominent figures of those realms. I was able to convince those who I encountered to aid me in journeying through the Tempest. It was strange to see the numerous amounts of history’s legends. I even saw the true Hero King Marth, as well as the ‘other’ Hero King Alm. No matter how far I ventured, however, I could not find Inigo, Owain, and Severa. There were those who were similar in appearance, but they were not the friends that I knew. Those we discovered in the Tempest were merely forced to obey the will of the Tempest during the confusion and dragged from multiple different realms, so I could not consider them to be anyone I know.
It was during yet another one of these journeys when I was dragged into this situation I am in now. In the middle of subduing those who challenged our path, I found my reality suddenly feel as it became disrupted around me before the lights no longer showed me anything. When I finally was able to see again, I had woken up in the middle of a field. It took me time to process what was happening, but I began to realize I was no longer in the Tempest. In fact, there was no vague idea in my mind of where I could have been. I’m still not even sure now. Is this a product of the Tempest? None of my allies are here, nor have I seen any familiar faces from the opponents I had to face.
There is nothing here that reminds me of anyone I know. I have watched from the shadows and only saw faces of people I neither heard nor seen. There is nothing here that I know. I can only hope that I can reach the bottom of this. If I am fortunate, I will find Inigo, Owain, and Severa. Whether I find them or not, I cannot continue to stay here either, I must find a way to escape this realm. I must.
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