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The Chibi Torrey
Owner: Morgan

Age: 9 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: October 14th, 2010

Adopted: 6 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 3rd, 2013


  • Level: 70
  • Strength: 175
  • Defense: 175
  • Speed: 173
  • Health: 175
  • HP: 174/175
  • Intelligence: 659
  • Books Read: 658
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

"It's one of my favorite books. It details my basic battle strategies. Perhaps it might benefit one so obviously fond of tacticians."

In my memories I only knew Mother.

I aspired to be a tactician as great as her. Night after night, I tirelessly studied the books and tomes she left behind, an ink-dipped quill in hand. I hadn't seen my mother in six years, after suddenly disappearing one day. That day, I remembered well. The sky was dark. Storm clouds were moving in, a swirling vortex gathering at one point. The Shepherds arrived, weak and worn, as they carried a casket with them. My mother was not among them.

I remembered; searching the sea of weary faces, searching for the one that mattered most. I couldn’t find her. My heart dropped and I felt panic surge through my chest from the pit of my stomach. She was gone.

The only things my mother left behind were her materials and her old cloak, the one she shed after having become a Grandmaster tactician. Her old tactician’s cloak was worn and the colors were faded, though the cloak itself was still in good condition. At the time, the cloak was still too large for my body. It’s kind of funny—the cloak fits me now just fine, though I hadn't become her equal yet.

Then one day, I found her. A part of the city was swarmed with Risen. The people in that area tried to flee, but most were slaughtered before the knights arrived. Amidst the sadness and despair, my mother's form stood out among the flames and smoke. Standing in the midst of the ruins, she wore the same cloak she wore six year ago, although burnt and ripped. Her hair was still the same dark shade of black, messily tied up into a ponytail, two long bangs shoved aside from her face. I couldn’t hold myself back. I cried out, “Mother!” I ran to her, never once questioning why she was there, nor noticing the dark miasma oozing from the palms of her hands.

That was my mistake, but my child self didn’t care.

She smiled at me, a crooked smile, and held out her arms. I tackled her, the front of her cloak billowing around me as I heard her grunt from the impact. She smelt like the debris around her. “Mother,” I said, my voice muffled. “Why are you here?”

“I came to get you, of course,” she replied with a chuckle. If I had noticed, I would’ve realized her voice sounded warped. I nodded, wanting to be with her. With her, I would finally be safe—away from all the sadness and death.

Everything after that, bits and pieces too, were a blur. I could remember my mother as clear as day, yet I couldn’t remember my father or my friends, if I had any. Perhaps it was her power—the power of Grima, influencing my memories. She could never erase the feelings behind those memories though.

Whenever I saw one of them, someone from the rebel army, I felt a shock. A thought would appear: I knew them—they were my friends. By then, I was older and knew how to wield tomes from fire to dark. I was a genius—a prodigy, the Grimleal would call me. To have been able to learn all the arts, especially the dark arts, before the age of fifteen; my skill was superior.

Then I saw her, the leader of the rebels—Lucina. She was always the most familiar. What was even more shocking was seeing my mother standing behind her; except, it was strange. The one standing behind her resembled my own mother, yet she was clearly younger and so much more alive. There was a fire in her eyes that I hadn’t seen in years, a certain ferocity and certainty as well as in her comrades.

I didn’t dare raise my hand against her.

My faith was shaken. “Mother?” I whispered. No, I shook my head. Master Grima had long since stopped appearing in human form. That vessel had broken long ago. Yet, I hesitated. The woman in front of me was so real; I couldn’t believe my eyes. Her skin was no longer cracked and dry, flaking in patches as dark power flowed through her being.

Yet I still wanted to believe.

“Master Grima?” I called out, almost fearful.

She stopped her approach, looking at me curiously. She didn’t recognize me. In a way, I was glad. Although, disappointed.

“You, you seem familiar,” she said, almost smiling. My heart leapt.

“You’re not… Master Grima?”

"You must have me confused. I’m with the Ylissean league.”

I frowned. “Wha—what kind of tactician tells her enemy she’s a part of the Ylissean league? I could be an enemy you know. I could summon reinforcements.”

She chuckled. “I suppose, but I have a gut feeling that you’re no enemy of mine.”

“A tactician ought to base her judgment on more than a gut feeling,” I huffed. She smiled. “Perhaps so, but I hadn’t mention I was a tactician.” I flinched inwardly. She got me.

“I haven’t a clue of your connections to the me in this world, nor do I know what she’s doing, but you seem fond of her.”

“That’s none of your concern.” I narrowed my eyes.

“Right, I apologize if I offended you. As an apology, let me give you this.” She reached inside her cloak.

“W-what is it?” Curious, I stepped closer.

“One of my favorite books. It details my basic battle strategies. Perhaps it might benefit one so obviously fond of tacticians.”

“I—” With trembling hands, I took it from her. Steadying my voice, I said, “This—isn’t this special to you? Why are you giving it to me?” My voice rose. “What makes you so sure that I wouldn’t use it against you? I could end your little crusade right here and now!”

She smiled knowingly. “You could, but you won’t.”

“Wha—what makes you so sure?”

“You remind me of someone; someone very special to me. Again, it’s a gut feeling, but I do not believe you wish me harm.” I was speechless.

“Ah.” She looked behind her. Someone called her name. “Time is short and I must go. I’m glad though, that we were able to talk.” She nodded farewell and left, her cloak billowing behind her as she turned. I glanced at the tome at my side. One hit, and I could end it all. Kill her and disrupt the entire battle. It was a futile thought, however. As she made to turn the corridor, I saw a young man run up and hug her in relief. He looked... like me. Then another man and, surprisingly, Lucina joined them. They seemed to be full of joy and triumph and love.

Filled with bitter longing, I turned my sight from them and retreated into the shadows.

I glanced at the book in my hand, flipping through the pages. “This… I already have this book. You gave it to me long ago. The notes and dog-ears are all exactly the same… I, I can’t do it. I can’t keep fighting. Up until now, my faith was unshakable. I was ready to kill my own friends… But I cannot strike down the kind and gentle mother I once knew… Forgive me, Master Grima, but I must withdraw… I remain your servant and am ready to accept any punishment you see fit.” Raising my hand, I drew a portal. Entering it, I let the dark wisps wrap around my form, whisking me away.

From that point on, I began questioning Master Grima’s intentions. A year had passed since then. In battle, I hesitated whenever I saw a familiar face among the rebel army. Of course, my actions didn’t go unnoticed.

“You fool! How could you let them escape!” he hissed at me, his arm slapping the arm of his broken throne. He had recently attained another vessel. This vessel was rather new, and male. I flinched, as I kept my head bowed.

“I apologize, I will not let it happen again.”

“Lies! Enough of this nonsense!” he yelled. “Bring forth the girl!”

From the shadows of the castle, a young woman stepped out. Removing her hood, I nearly gasped. She looked similar to me.

“This—she will take your place from now on.”

“But—” I began to protest, but he silenced me with a sharp glare, promising harm if I were to say any more.

The young woman stepped forward, hesitant, in front of me. Turning her head, she looked at Master Grima. “Father, shall I follow him?”

I blinked, confused. Father? Did that body once belonged to her father? I felt sick at the thought.

Master Grima waved his hand, grunting. “Get out of my sight,” he spat.

Gesturing towards her, I led her away into another hall. “You,” I said, once we’re well away from prying ears. “What’s your name?”

“Morgan.” I stopped abruptly. She bumped into me.

“Morgan,” I muttered. “That’s my name.”

She blinked in surprise. “When did you find Master Grima?” I asked, urgency growing.

“I-I just woke up in a bunch of ruins. Then father found me…” she trailed off, confused. Then, in a smaller voice, she said quietly, “He seemed different though. As if the father I once knew was gone, and some sort of malevolent being took place.”

I was silent. I played with her words in my mind, shaping them and rearranging them. I then think back to the other Robin, that look-alike mother. It was possible Morgan didn’t belong in this time; possible that she was from another world, maybe. She seemed to have arrived here as she was.

“Do you remember anything else—before you woke up, I mean.”

She shook her head, her dark curls waving side to side. “No, I don’t. I can’t seem to, no matter how much I try.”

“It’s funny though,” she continued. “I feel as if a part of me does remember. I-I can feel it. Something’s wrong and whenever I see them—those Grimleal or whatever—a part of me wants to shrink away in just—just fear.”

In a hushed voice, I said, “Morgan, you mustn’t tell anyone—especially Master Grima and those of his followings—but I believe you do not belong here. And that man, he is not your father. He’s merely a puppet—no, a vessel used by Master Grima.”

Morgan stepped, her eyes widening. “No—that can’t be—after I’ve searched this long.”

“I understand, but I need you to work with me, please. How are you at magic?”

“P-pretty well, I think? I don’t exactly remember ever using it, but I’ve been called a genius by those Grimleal who found me…” I smiled wryly. Aside from gender, it seemed we really were similar.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Er, nothing. Just thinking that you and I are really similar. It’s a bit off-putting, really.”

She smiled. “I agree.”

“Then, Morgan, do you trust me?” She looked at me warily, then at the walls surrounding us, before nodding. “Then you mustn’t speak of this plan to anyone, not even to your father—or whatever that shell is.”

It was the final battle. I watched the sky as it darkened, a vortex of wind and thunder gathering. In the distance, I could see Lucina standing with three others. In one hand was the Fire Emblem; the other, Falchion. I felt my throat tighten. Beside me, Morgan's grasp on her tome tightened. Grima stepped forward, his lips curling into a wicked smile. His hand rose. Mouthing a soft incantation, a spark gathered at his palm. The ground broke, as a devastating spell burst, seizing the bodies of the four. I gasped.

“No!” I shouted. I ran forward as he raised his hand once more, my own tome opened as I prepared to cast a spell.

“Fool!” I heard him hiss, and he turned on me. He released a burst of light, hitting the ground before me. I fell back, dazed, painfully grasping my side. “So you’ve finally betrayed me.”

I gasped for air, my vision fading in and out as I watched his boots come closer. I could see Morgan from behind, opening her own tome, hand rose over a yellowed page. Then, I saw her hesitate. I knew, the plan was lost. She held too much love for her father to strike him down, even if logic stated otherwise. Closing my eyes, I silently apologized.

The blow never came. I heard Grima roar, as multiple footsteps echoed through the hall. They’re here! Squinting, I turned my head and towards them—the Shepherds. I smiled.

“You’ll never win now,” I rasped quietly. My head hit the ground, my mind blackening. I fainted.

When I woke, I woke to soft lights and glowing fireflies. I heard a voice within my head.

“N…aga?” I asked. I heard the voice chuckle.

“No, my name is Tiki. I am the divine dragon now. Naga is completely sealed off from this world.”

I struggled to stand; yet it felt as if I were floating.

“You are no longer a part of this world.”

“Am I… dead?” I cautiously asked. I heard her laugh a little.

“No, not dead. You are very much alive, like that other girl.”

“Morgan? What happened to her?”

“I’ve sent her to another world. The world, which she came from, is fraught with despair and cannot be saved. She will be given another chance, as will you.”

“Me…? But I don’t understand. I’ve done nothing to earn such a thing.”

“Neither did Morgan. Yet the two of you fought for Ylisse in the end. And it is your parents’ final wish. They regretted deeply for the pain they have caused you two, their children.”

I felt tears gather, threatening to spill at any moment.

“Now go,” she said. “Your new life begins here.”


Profile by Morgan
Story by Morgan, some script taken from in-game. Based off the Future Past DLC.
Character + Art belongs to Nintendo.
To the lovely anon who gifted me: thank you so much! I am so glad you liked Grandmaster. I put a lot of work into his story so I really appreciate the TC items. I don't know if you will be able to read this, but I definitely wanted you to know that it was really appreciated!

Pet Treasure

Naga Fang


Autumn Equinox

Winter Solstice

Spring Equinox

Summer Solstice

Wealthy Large Collar Coat

Game Master Screen

Hazard Map

Bundle of Old Maps

Dusty Old Map

Time Travel I

Time Travel II

The End of Time

Powers of the Mage

Tome of Fire

Tome of Magma

Tome of Light

Tome of Earth

Tome of Water

Tome of Ice

Tome of Darkness

Tome of Death

Tome of Wind

Tome of Life

Tempestuous Tome Ribbon


Broken Chess Board

Chess Board

Zombie Chess Set

Magical Folding Chess Set

White Chess Pawn

White Chess Knight

White Chess Bishop

White Chess Rook

White Chess Queen

White Chess King

Black Chess Pawn

Black Chess Knight

Black Chess Bishop

Black Chess Rook

Black Chess Queen

Black Chess King

Zombie Miniature

Mummy Miniature

Necromancer Miniature

Rogue Miniature

Amazon Miniature

Witch Miniature

Warlock Miniature

Wizard Miniature

Paladin Miniature

Sultan Miniature

Seer Miniature

Dwarf Miniature

Pet Friends