Since the final battle with Grima, Lucina had begun to travel the world, never in one place for long. She'd help traveler's, shopkeepers, and villagers, never asking for anything in return, but graciously accepting whatever supplies that they'd gift her with.
It was a lonely road, one of hardship, hunger, and battle. In short, it was what she'd known most of her life.
Shaking her head, Lucina had continued, shaking off the thought, and allowing herself to fall into memories. Old comrades, battles, and a few precious times with her father... These were what sustained her.
Even so, she had not allowed her mind to wander too much, no it would be a sad way to go if a bandit ambushed and slew her because she hadn't been paying attention. Shaking her head once more, Lucina felt something... Odd about the air.
Perhaps... It wasn't as pure as it had been a moment before. As if something unnatural had been spit into the air she breathed... The grass was no longer the wild and tall blades of the southern fields of Ylisse, but well trimmed, as if a gardener had tended to the plains by hand.
Then, she noticed something... Else, a building, tall, arguably as tall as any castle, with many children running about, the noise slowly assaulting her ears. Mentally she sighed.
Just wonderful. Whatever this place was, she had not yet visited it. Perhaps, someone had laid a trap on the road, looking to ensnare someone and bring them to... Well, wherever here was.
Allowing one hand to brush the hilt of Falchion, Lucina prepared for the worst.
At least she still had the blade.
