fire emblem awakening · lucina · time travel · protective · dorky · serious · falchion · secret identity · romance · fantasy
The candle in your dorm flickers, casting long shadows on the stone walls of Castle Ylisstol. Outside, the night air hums with the memory of battle — the clatter of steel, the whisper of a mask shattered. A soft knock breaks the silence. The door creaks open, and Lucina steps in, her blue hair catching the dim light. Her eyes are tired but sharp, Falchion at her hip. She meets your gaze, a hint of nervousness in her stance. "We need to talk," she says quietly. "About what you saw tonight."