"Okay, my child, let's try this one," I nod and watch my mother intently.

Today is just another day practicing out in the courtyard. Father is also here and he is holding Falchion. The last time I tried wielding that blade, I remember vividly losing control and remember those terrible emotions freely flowing through me. Father says I may only try again when I am ready and he has told me this morning he will not force me.

But today seems to be a bit different. Mother sometimes looks flustered and her magic sometimes acts strangely. She is standing before me and she is studying me. I watch her slowly raise her right hand and watch her magic orb fade in around it. I mimic her and raise my left hand, slowly focusing my emotion into my arm. I watch my magic flicker in and out around my hand and I have to focus further to stop the worry from taking me over.

"Calm down, my child! Stay focusing on the magic flowing through your arm!"

I feel worry bubble up again and I am finding it harder to compress it. My fist clenches without me telling it to and the magic orb quickly appears around my hand then shooting forwards towards my mother without my permission. A gasp escapes from my lips as I watch my mother effortlessly swing her other hand towards it and swipes it harmlessly up into the air.

She sternly looks back down at me with a flash of concern swirling through her eyes, "You must take control over your emotions, my child! I see worry spilling out of you freely! Now, try again,"

I glance over to my father before finding her gaze once again and nod, "O—Okay,"

This time when she raises her hand, her dark energy orb flickers like mine just did and her face seems to drain of all her emotion.

"A—Are you alright, Angelica?" My father asks with worry dripping from his lips.

My mother's face quickly twists back into concentration and she sternly glances up at him, "Yes, do not worry about it,"

But when she turns back to me and tries it again, the dark energy orb flickers and then fires out away from her hand just like mine and I have to leap out of the way of her attack with concern painted all over my face as I study my mother.

"What is wrong, mother?"

Her face twists with worry and confusion as she looks as though she is fighting something within her. Does she know what is happening?

She spins around to face my father and the look on her face looks terrifying as it morphs into something evil with a frown that she has never given before. That face is not my mother at all.

When she opens her mouth to speak, the voice that escapes her lips is not my mother's voice. It sounds as though a demon's voice has overlaid itself on top of her own with a much deeper tone, "Stay away from me!" The softer voice sounded desperate as it said this, like my mother somewhere in there is telling us something. Immediately after she says this, her eyes flicker between her normal emerald eyes and deep ruby ones before fading back into the emerald ones.

When this happens, she looks scared as she studies my father. He is looking back at her with the same terrified look I just had and he tries to approach her slowly, "A—Angelica? Are you ill?"

She looks down at her hands, palms up, and just shakes her head slowly in response, "Something is wrong, Chrom, follow me,"

She immediately turns and leaves the courtyard with my father following in tow. I watch them both enter the Castle before I snap out of the trance I was just in. What just happened? What is wrong with my mother? She is beginning to freak me out. Will whatever's happening to her happen to me as well?

I feel dread fill me up to the brim as I fight the urge to just turn and run away. Should I follow them? Or should I run?

I feel my legs begin to follow them like something is drawing me inside where they just disappeared into. Is this a good feeling or not? I reach the doorway and peer inside. My eyes widen and my mouth opens marginally when I see what is inside.

I see my mother and father crying while my mother is summoning some kind of spell. The winds inside the room are strong as some kind of energy field is forming nearby. Mother is reciting words I have never heard before as my father turns to see me watching from the doorway. The look on his face immediately fills with regret and dread as he rushes over to me and pulls me nearer.

What is happening? Why are they crying and why is mother summoning a spell?

"I am sorry, my child, but I have to banish you and take you far away from here,"

My eyes snap up to my mother and confusion splashes all over my face, "Wh—What?"

"It is the only way, my dear, I am sorry," My father says, while tears fall faster down his face.

What? Why? Does my father know what is happening? Why have they not told me anything before? Will this happen to me? Does something have my mother? Is she going to be taken from me?

"N—No! I don't believe you! I am staying here until you tell me what is happening!"

"No, there is no time, child! Do what your father says and get away from here!"

I shake my head and slowly back away from them. They have gone mad. They are insane. I have to get away from this. Do they really expect me to voluntarily leap into that... thing... that my mother is summoning right now? And never know if I will ever see them again?

My father takes a step forward and tries to take my hand, "Just go, please!"

"Mother! Father! Don't do this!"

My father continues to try to help me into the dark energy field behind him as my mother continues chanting some strange spell.

"Sorry child, it is the only way," My mother says while tears continue streaming down her delicate face.

"Please, I will see you again," My father is holding back tears as the darkness begins to surround me.

"No... NO!"

I leap away from the madness within the room, out of the dark energy spell, out of my father's grip and sprint out the door from which I came. I hear the frantic voices of my mother and father calling after me. I hear frantic footsteps of my father chasing me, but he never catches me.

There is no way I am accepting that. I do not believe them. I will not leave without an explanation. What if I can never return?

I am so sorry.

I have to escape and run away. Far away. Something must have possessed my parents and they are trying to get me too. I continue sprinting through the courtyard and push my way through the gates. I continue running and I never look back.

"I am sorry mother, father, please forgive me," I whisper softly as I disappear into the darkness of the forest surrounding the Castle.

There it is! The beginning of book 1, but twisted into a different choice and the quote from the story summary! This sure brings back nostalgia, how about you?

Star, I hope you know what you are doing. [I bet you she does not. I have a bad feeling about this.]

This kicks off book 5, the what-if alternate story based from book 1! Hope you enjoy!