Was it still daytime? Lucina couldn't tell that much. Or, should I say Marth? Anyways, 'Marth' was currently undergoing a feat many would consider impossible: time travel. She was tumbling through a rift along with 12 other children. "Hey, guys?" Cynthia, a Pegasus knight with bright blue hair muttered, holding out a hand. "I think we're at the end of th- Gah!" at that time, the end of the rift was upon them, and Cynthia, along with the other 12 kids, went spiraling across the land unto which they had come, not to be reunited for a couple of years. Anyways, the other 12 children were not important now, for the beginning of this story focuses on 'Marth'.

LUCINA'S POV

With a thud, I landed on the hard-packed dry earth. The first thing I registered? The smell of burning vegetation. I looked up, and couldn't help but let out a startled gasp. The entire forest that I landed in was ablaze; fissures snakes along the earth and fireballs flew across the sky like meteors. After standing up, my emotions took a radical shift. For the first time in many years, I saw my father. Running towards… was that my aunt?

Ah gods, never mind that! Those blasted Risen had followed me. Of course, one lay dissolving in plumes of smoke, but the other was facing aunt Lissa, axe held high and ready to deliver the deathblow. My father was too far away to help. So, I dashed for her, drawing my sword, Falchion, as I ran. There was no way I could destroy the thing before it impaled Lissa, so I did the reckless thing. I leapt in the way, sword twisted at an awkward angle behind my back, blocking the sword.

My father was standing there, dumbfounded. Beads of sweat popped up on my forehead and parted along the edge of my mask. "Help!" I called, and Chrom, my father, was shaken out of his confusion. He leveled his sword and charged the Risen. Alerted to the noise, the thing looked up in confusion. Taking full advantage, I turned around and slashed him with Falchion, nearly the same time Chrom's blade made contact. The beast promptly dissolved in black smoke.

"That was quite an entrance," Chrom said, looking at me warily, "What's your name?" he asked. I had no time to answer, because at that moment, two figures burst through the woods. "Milord, Milady, are you hurt?" I stifled a gasp; for that concerned voice could only come from Frederick, my father's knight captain and most trusted advisor. However, who was the second person? He was wearing a long coat, etched with symbols I know I've seen before. At his belt was a sword, and in his hand was a Thunder tome.

"Are such beasts commonplace in these lands?" he said, looking slightly scared out of his wits. Chrom looked grim, but replied. "They aren't from Ylisse, I promise you that." He said, as more of the creatures burst through the trees. I knew I had to help. What use would I be if I came back in time only for my father to die at the undead hands of the creatures who stalked me? However, I couldn't stay side by side with him, as much as my heart ached. So, I dashed into the trees to the Risen lying there in wait.

ROBIN'S POV

What a day, huh? Ylisse sure was a great vacation spot; with its comfy fields that were welcome to amnesiacs, fresh bear meat buffets, bandits galore and horrific beasts straight out of a fairytale. Maybe if I had money, I would rent a beach house.

I grabbed my tome and lightning crackled at my fingertips as I zapped a monster, causing it to blanch, and turn to smoke. Meanwhile, Chrom was making an arc through the things, cutting each and every one who got in his way down, trying to get to a monster who was obviously the leader: 8 feet tall and wielding a nasty looking axe. I gave a slight shiver.

Then, out of nowhere, two humans charged into battle. One, a cavalier, was issuing a

long stream of curses, and was being followed by a dainty-looking male archer who kept yelling, "Wait, my love! Dare you leave me in such sweet dust?" almost pitiful.

Anyways, despite his appearance, the archer began firing volley after volley of arrows into the horde while the cavalier charged right in with her lance, still uttering a slew of profanities. Finally, one sunk its axe into her breastplate. This, it seemed, only served to infuriate. "YOU WANT SOME OF MY LANCE, HUH? I KNOW THE PERFECT PLACE FOR IT! SHOVED RIGHT UP YOUR-!" then, three arrows caught it in the throat and it dissolved to dust.

I had to admire his sense of aim, but I had let myself be distracted. I snapped back to reality just in time to avoid a surely fatal axe swing to the chest. However, I was sent to the ground and my tome went skittering. Without hesitation, I grabbed my sword and stuck the beast in the gut, and was 'rewarded' with a pleasant cloud of purple fog.

After that, I was allowed a brief respite as Frederick began spearing the things like he was fishing, yelling "YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF YLISSE ROYALTY! BOW OR I SHALL MAKE YOU!" needless to say, none of them bowed. Meanwhile, I heard a sharp cry of pain. I looked over to see Chrom, down on one knee. The Risen, amazingly, was missing an arm and was coated in long cuts. How was it still kicking? Then, it hit me: armor. Hastily, I scooped up my Thunder tome as the thing hefted his axe. "DIE FIEND!" I yelled, and I almost felt sorry for the beast. At the sound of my shout, the monster turned, its axe frozen midswing.

Then, my spell hit it square between its shoulders, causing electricity to run all the way up to the blade of his axe. If that wasn't enough to finish him, Chrom chopping his in half with one fell swoop definitely was. With a mighty roar, the thing fell to its knees and disintegrated. Then, I realized there was silence: not a single monster left standing. "Holy wow, Robin, you were INCREDIBLE!" Lissa yelled, jumping in the air.