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The Chibi Torrey
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
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 couldnâ€™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 tacticianâ€™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. Itâ€™s kind of funnyâ€”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 couldnâ€™t hold myself back. I cried out, â€œMother!â€ 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 didnâ€™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. â€œMother,â€ I said, my voice muffled. â€œWhy are you here?â€
â€œI came to get you, of course,â€ she replied with a chuckle. If I had noticed, I wouldâ€™ve realized her voice sounded warped. I nodded, wanting to be with her. With her, I would finally be safeâ€”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 couldnâ€™t remember my father or my friends, if I had any. Perhaps it was her powerâ€”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 themâ€”they were my friends. By then, I was older and knew how to wield tomes from fire to dark. I was a geniusâ€”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 rebelsâ€”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 hadnâ€™t seen in years, a certain ferocity and certainty as well as in her comrades.
I didnâ€™t dare raise my hand against her.
My faith was shaken. â€œMother?â€ 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 couldnâ€™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.
â€œMaster Grima?â€ I called out, almost fearful.
She stopped her approach, looking at me curiously. She didnâ€™t recognize me. In a way, I was glad. Although, disappointed.
â€œYou, you seem familiar,â€ she said, almost smiling. My heart leapt.
â€œYouâ€™re notâ€¦ Master Grima?â€
"You must have me confused. Iâ€™m with the Ylissean league.â€
I frowned. â€œWhaâ€”what kind of tactician tells her enemy sheâ€™s a part of the Ylissean league? I could be an enemy you know. I could summon reinforcements.â€
She chuckled. â€œI suppose, but I have a gut feeling that youâ€™re no enemy of mine.â€
â€œA tactician ought to base her judgment on more than a gut feeling,â€ I huffed. She smiled. â€œPerhaps so, but I hadnâ€™t mention I was a tactician.â€ I flinched inwardly. She got me.
â€œI havenâ€™t a clue of your connections to the me in this world, nor do I know what sheâ€™s doing, but you seem fond of her.â€
â€œThatâ€™s none of your concern.â€ I narrowed my eyes.
â€œRight, I apologize if I offended you. As an apology, let me give you this.â€ She reached inside her cloak.
â€œW-what is it?â€ Curious, I stepped closer.
â€œOne of my favorite books. It details my basic battle strategies. Perhaps it might benefit one so obviously fond of tacticians.â€
â€œIâ€”â€ With trembling hands, I took it from her. Steadying my voice, I said, â€œThisâ€”isnâ€™t this special to you? Why are you giving it to me?â€ My voice rose. â€œWhat makes you so sure that I wouldnâ€™t use it against you? I could end your little crusade right here and now!â€
She smiled knowingly. â€œYou could, but you wonâ€™t.â€
â€œWhaâ€”what makes you so sure?â€
â€œYou remind me of someone; someone very special to me. Again, itâ€™s a gut feeling, but I do not believe you wish me harm.â€ I was speechless.
â€œAh.â€ She looked behind her. Someone called her name. â€œTime is short and I must go. Iâ€™m glad though, that we were able to talk.â€ 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. â€œThisâ€¦ I already have this book. You gave it to me long ago. The notes and dog-ears are all exactly the sameâ€¦ I, I canâ€™t do it. I canâ€™t keep fighting. Up until now, my faith was unshakable. I was ready to kill my own friendsâ€¦ But I cannot strike down the kind and gentle mother I once knewâ€¦ Forgive me, Master Grima, but I must withdrawâ€¦ I remain your servant and am ready to accept any punishment you see fit.â€ 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 Grimaâ€™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 didnâ€™t go unnoticed.
â€œYou fool! How could you let them escape!â€ 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.
â€œI apologize, I will not let it happen again.â€
â€œLies! Enough of this nonsense!â€ he yelled. â€œBring forth the girl!â€
From the shadows of the castle, a young woman stepped out. Removing her hood, I nearly gasped. She looked similar to me.
â€œThisâ€”she will take your place from now on.â€
â€œButâ€”â€ 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. â€œFather, shall I follow him?â€
I blinked, confused. Father? Did that body once belonged to her father? I felt sick at the thought.
Master Grima waved his hand, grunting. â€œGet out of my sight,â€ he spat.
Gesturing towards her, I led her away into another hall. â€œYou,â€ I said, once weâ€™re well away from prying ears. â€œWhatâ€™s your name?â€
â€œMorgan.â€ I stopped abruptly. She bumped into me.
â€œMorgan,â€ I muttered. â€œThatâ€™s my name.â€
She blinked in surprise. â€œWhen did you find Master Grima?â€ I asked, urgency growing.
â€œI-I just woke up in a bunch of ruins. Then father found meâ€¦â€ she trailed off, confused. Then, in a smaller voice, she said quietly, â€œHe seemed different though. As if the father I once knew was gone, and some sort of malevolent being took place.â€
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 didnâ€™t belong in this time; possible that she was from another world, maybe. She seemed to have arrived here as she was.
â€œDo you remember anything elseâ€”before you woke up, I mean.â€
She shook her head, her dark curls waving side to side. â€œNo, I donâ€™t. I canâ€™t seem to, no matter how much I try.â€
â€œItâ€™s funny though,â€ she continued. â€œI feel as if a part of me does remember. I-I can feel it. Somethingâ€™s wrong and whenever I see themâ€”those Grimleal or whateverâ€”a part of me wants to shrink away in justâ€”just fear.â€
In a hushed voice, I said, â€œMorgan, you mustnâ€™t tell anyoneâ€”especially Master Grima and those of his followingsâ€”but I believe you do not belong here. And that man, he is not your father. Heâ€™s merely a puppetâ€”no, a vessel used by Master Grima.â€
Morgan stepped, her eyes widening. â€œNoâ€”that canâ€™t beâ€”after Iâ€™ve searched this long.â€
â€œI understand, but I need you to work with me, please. How are you at magic?â€
â€œP-pretty well, I think? I donâ€™t exactly remember ever using it, but Iâ€™ve been called a genius by those Grimleal who found meâ€¦â€ I smiled wryly. Aside from gender, it seemed we really were similar.
â€œWhy are you smiling?â€
â€œEr, nothing. Just thinking that you and I are really similar. Itâ€™s a bit off-putting, really.â€
She smiled. â€œI agree.â€
â€œThen, Morgan, do you trust me?â€ She looked at me warily, then at the walls surrounding us, before nodding. â€œThen you mustnâ€™t speak of this plan to anyone, not even to your fatherâ€”or whatever that shell is.â€
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.
â€œNo!â€ I shouted. I ran forward as he raised his hand once more, my own tome opened as I prepared to cast a spell.
â€œFool!â€ 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. â€œSo youâ€™ve finally betrayed me.â€
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. Theyâ€™re here! Squinting, I turned my head and towards themâ€”the Shepherds. I smiled.
â€œYouâ€™ll never win now,â€ 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.
â€œNâ€¦aga?â€ I asked. I heard the voice chuckle.
â€œNo, my name is Tiki. I am the divine dragon now. Naga is completely sealed off from this world.â€
I struggled to stand; yet it felt as if I were floating.
â€œYou are no longer a part of this world.â€
â€œAm Iâ€¦ dead?â€ I cautiously asked. I heard her laugh a little.
â€œNo, not dead. You are very much alive, like that other girl.â€
â€œMorgan? What happened to her?â€
â€œIâ€™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.â€
â€œMeâ€¦? But I donâ€™t understand. Iâ€™ve done nothing to earn such a thing.â€
â€œNeither did Morgan. Yet the two of you fought for Ylisse in the end. And it is your parentsâ€™ final wish. They regretted deeply for the pain they have caused you two, their children.â€
I felt tears gather, threatening to spill at any moment.
â€œNow go,â€ she said. â€œYour new life begins here.â€
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!
Wealthy Large Collar Coat
Game Master Screen
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
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