Chapter 25: Rise and Fight

                                    

                                          
Lucina's POV
                          
"How can you discriminate by good and evil?  How can you decide who rules and who follows?"  "How can you go around nonchalantly says that you're divine and good, and Grima's the enemy?!" 
                          
 "If you wish to continue fighting Grima, do so, but know that you are no longer held back by some dragon's expectations."  
                          
Who truly was Morgan?  Who truly was Naga?  These questions plagued my thoughts for days.  Morgan had accused Naga of wrong doing, but he let me go.  He accused her of claiming herself as the almighty being but granted me permission to fight Grima.  By the sound of it, it was like he wanted me to fight Grima, not by Naga's will, but my own.  
                          
If this was true, why?  Why contradict his words and actions?  He belonged to Grima, right?
                          
Though it left me confused, it taught me something.  No one should have to tell you what to do.  If you believe in doing what's right, do it.  No one has to tell you to do; doing it on your own accord is what makes you doing true good.  
                          
Morgan wanted me to fight, possibly, and I wasn't going to this opportunity to please my brother go by.  Even if he couldn't "redeem" himself with the others, his heart is in the right place, and that's all that matters to me.
                          
I laid on the soft green grass and stared up at blood sky.  For some reason, it felt normal, like waking up in the morning.  The world as it was became reality.  It almost felt strange to think that the sky used to be blue, and I was the Exalt of Ylisse.  The memories of us siblings, Aunt Lissa, and Uncle Lon'qu seemed as distant as the moon in the sky.  Like a reflection off the water, hazy and surreal. 
                          
I'm not saying that I didn't miss the memories.  Oh Gods, I did with all my heart, but what's in the past is in the past.  It would do me no good to wish I still had those good times; it would only cause me to lament.  
                          
A warm body plopped down next to mine.  It happened to be a familiar blonde.  "Do my eyes deceive me?!  The princess of woe and suffering relaxing?  The Prince of Darkness is intrigued."
                          
"Nice to see you, too, Owain," I greeted, rolling my eyes.  
                          
"What plagues your thoughts, my dear cousin?"
                          
"What if the world was always like this?  I don't know... I just feel like the world feels normal.  It's still seems weird that Naga's dead, but the world with Grima feels like it's always been like this.  If Grima dies, the world will have to transition, yet again.  I don't think I'm ready to go back to being an Exalt.  This, right here, right now, is calm.  Our world is on the brink of extinction, but I don't feel like doing anything.  But, I know Grima has to die.  To save the world and my siblings.  To avenge my parents and yours and all those who've died."
                          
"Confusion plaques her heart, yet she carries on."  He sat up and fold his hands.  "I must avenge Mother and Father; it's my destiny.  I feel in my hand; it aching to defeat Grima and fight.  Aid me, Lucina.  Help avenge our family."
                          
'Our family.  Though not siblings by blood, we are siblings in spirit.  How could forget that?  Morgan and Alex were as much family to him as family to me.  He's probably hurting as much as I am.'
                          
I hugged him for behind and rested my head on his shoulder.  "I promise we'll defeat Grima," I whispered.  He nodded. 
                          
"Lucina, thank you," he whispered back.