A tragic event

He had been in the castle for a few days now. Corrin was still confused about his predicament. Should he go back to Nohr? Or should he stay? It was hard on the poor soul. And even further more, Queen Mikoto had been becoming more and more provocative with each passing day. It confused not just the Nohrian noble, but the Hoshidan royalty as well.

And now, he awaited the arrival of his mother, the queen. He was with the other royals, tagging along with the more accustomed people. To his side, walked Azura, whom he had met a few days past, and to the other side was Sakura, his sister. And in front, Takumi and Hinoka led the way.

"Would you like to try my world-famous roasted potatoes ?" asked a merchant lady, behind one of the many booths.

"Sure thing," he replied.

"Ah, and have another one, too, for your lady friend," she added. With much appreciation, he shared with Azura. This was essentially how the hours passed by.

"Alright, the ceremony is about to start," said Hinoka, turning towards the three behind her. She beckoned for them to move quicker.

With great serenity, the queen talked to the crowd. Part of it about him and part of it about Hoshido as a whole. But to his dismay, the sword he carried, the Ganglari, was pulled straight out of his hands. And there behind his mother, was a rogue in dark robes. And just as suddenly, the sword burst into many pieces. And many headed straight towards Corrin. He braced for his impact. And when he felt no pain, he opened his eyes. His mother had taken the hit for him and she crumpled into his arms.

"Mother..." he uttered, quietly.

"You're not hurt are you?" she gasped.

"I...I'm fine," he could barely speak.

"I'm...glad," she whispered. And she became limp in his arms.

"Mother...Mother...MOTHER!" Corrin bellowed.

Ryoma chased after the hooded figure. But Corrin in his primal rage, lost track of rime, place, and thoughts. And although he would not remember very well later, he had turned into a dragon of myths and legends.