Before Lucina could even pick up the small wooden box again, a bright flashing red light engulfed her vision blinding her to the world around her. It felt like the space around her was shifting and moving. Her head ached as a painful migraine had made itself felt throughout her skull. Tons of words and symbols came into her head, it was like someone was reading her a book but somehow speaking far too fast for her to comprehend. Then as fast as the feelings came they stopped instantly.
Lucina slowly opened her eyes, not seeing much within the darkness of her room. Wait darkness….her room was rather well lit just a moment ago. As her eyes started to adjust to the darkness she could see that the room she was in changed greatly. Previously her room was filled with various blades she had collected during the battles back home that she hung on the walls, but otherwise was a rather spartan room. Before she had one of those strange fire less torches putting light into the room, though now the only light that she could see was the faint glow of a few candles. She could see though that all the swords she had were gone, the only weapon she could see around was the Falchion laying sheathed in a corner of the room. The room itself seemed to resemble more of a dark cellar within her castle, her walls covered with bookshelves with what she recognized as magical tomes.
Lucina then realized she could feel a bit of a draft on her bare skin, looking down she was shocked by what she was wearing. She was wearing a skin tight black mesh body suit, with only a black top barely covering her breast and a small strip of cloth covering her womanhood. The only other things she had on were pieces of gold finery and pair of gold colored heels. Strangely enough she felt little discomfort standing on them; while she worn heels before on various formal occasion it certainly was not something she did too often enough for them to feel used to them.
“What's going on?” Lucina asked herself quietly.
Looking around her room more she found a large table with various herbs, meats, and other odd trinket along with several opened books. She could remember Tharja had similar tables around the bases, where she prepared for various hex's and curses. As she looked over the bits and bobs on the table, she found she somehow knew exactly what they all were and their various applications towards hexes. Picking up a purple book from the nearby book shelf and reading through it, she saw the magical symbols and formulas that were once nonsense to her were now as simple to her as reading a ch1ld's picture book.
“How do I know all this?”
Looking back over at the Falchion, she felt her knowledge on how to use it kind of fuzzy. She could still remember her sword lessons with her father clearly, but she had a harder time remembering the actual content of those lessons. She could remember all the battles she fought with the sword, but what exactly she did with her sword was unclear to her. While she wasn’t entirely clueless on how to use it; she knew that she was only just competent enough to use it in a real fight if she had to, but did not have the deadly proficiency she once had.
Looking around the last seen corner of the room she found herself in, she found what surprised her most of all. It was her family portrait; but where it once shown her Father and her mother Sumia looking happy as they held her baby self, the image that replaced it was her father and Tharja looking a lot more reserved as Tharja held baby Lucina in her arms. Flashes of her childhood appeared in her head, images of a slightly older looking Tharja looking over her, she could remember her childish anger at Tharja refusing to teach her the dark arts, how she rebelled by getting some of the other mages around the barracks to find time to tutor her in the magical arts behind her parent's back, she could remember moments of sisterly bonding with Noire. While Lucina could still remember her old past, it felt unreal like it was more of a story she read in the past rather then something that personally happened to her.
“Wait how could Tharja be my mother? I mean my father recruited her right after the battle where my aunt Emmeryn met her end. Dad had proposed to mom right after the victory in Plegia, Tharja only known father for a matter of weeks then.” Lucina asked herself.
Just as she asked her question, an answer appeared in her head. Lucina remembered talking to the younger Tharja, and this very topic came up in conversation….
------------------------Flashback----------------------
“Um mother...you and dad never to really spend much time with the other or really even speak that often to each other. Did something happened between you two? Did I do something to cause you trouble between your relationship.” Lucina asked Tharja who was currently working on a hex to get back at Henry whom she was having a bit of curse war with.
Tharja tilted her head a little, acknowledging Lucina's presence. “No, nothing had happened between us lately, I leave him alone to his business and he leaves me alone to mine, that's how it always been between us.”
“But you don't even share room together at night, if you don't like each other that much why are you two married? It can't be for political reasons, since I don't think you were any sort of noble before you married dad.” Lucina asked.
“...Well I suppose your old enough to hear this, the short version is your father was always a bit too noble for his own good.”
“Huh?”
“You father was all set to marry Sumia, but after the death of the previous Exalt he wanted to bring cheer to his people so they delayed their marriage a few months to make it a public event. I at the time wanted to possess Robin's love, but that individual was showing affection for someone other then me. So I prepared a ritual to make us more...”susceptible” to our baser instincts. Unfortunately at the moment I was just about finished, Chrom had decided this was a good moment to ask me to come along to deal with some bandits. I accidentally cut the mistletoe the wrong way and it activated the curse a bit too early on the two of us. One thing lead to another and your probably can guess from your own existence what happened between us. A month later a medic confirmed I was pregnant, and when Chrom heard he felt responsible and apparently he was always taught in the fashion that if you impregnate a girl you should “take responsibility” and marry her.” Tharja explained.
“So you two are more or less married because you had me in wedlock? I'm sorry...” Lucina said with her head down.
“Do not feel bad, what's done is done and I suppose there are worse fates then being in a loveless marriage with the Exalt. Certainly my new status makes it a bit easier to get a hold some more troublesome components for hexes.” Thaja said dismissively.
-------------------End flashback--------------------
Lucina had to sit down after that revelation, somehow the entirety of reality changed in a moment. But she could not think for the life of her what could have caused this. While she knew going back in time before she was born had a risk of this sort of thing happening, but she could have sworn her father still married Sumia, she could remember the times she bonded with her previous mother. Did some other being went back in time for some reason and messed with the past? But then why does she even remember the previous time-line? While the mechanics of time travel was only an academic theory in her land, it made no sense to remember a previous time line if things were changed this heavily.
She needed help and the only person she knew who could possibly have any idea what was going on was Robin. The Tactician always seemed to have knowledge on all sort of esoteric subjects, if anyone would have a clue on how the fabric of reality changed in such a way it would that individual.
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