Your Destiny as Lucina: Wielder of the Parallel Falchion
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Your breath catches in your throat the moment your hand closes around the hilt of the sword lying in the center of your room. The blade is unmistakable, ornately gilded, ancient, and out of place amid your apartment’s cluttered modernity. You recall the hours spent gaming, seeing a sword like this—**the Parallel Falchion**, isn’t it?—in the hands of—
A blinding cerulean light erupts in your vision, growing so intense that you can’t shield your eyes, can’t even look away. You feel yourself being pulled, reality stretching and reshaping, your senses surging and fraying at their edges.
Your clothes ripple first, fabric thickening in an instant into tight black tights that hug your legs, the familiar weight of jeans replaced by a more flexible, noble armor. A deep blue cape, red on its underside, settles over your shoulders. Tall blue boots encase your feet, rising just above your knees, while white, loose bracers click into place on your wrists, emblazoned each with an X. Peering down, you watch with disbelief as a brown leather sash wraps from your right shoulder to your left hip, securing the flowing blue uniform graced with thin gold trim. Fingerless gloves slip perfectly onto your hands.
“Wh-what’s happening?!” you gasp—a gasp strangely higher, crisp and feminine, echoing in the suddenly shifting space around you. Your Adam’s apple smooths away, your voice lilts softer—even your thoughts begin to echo in that unfamiliar voice, urgency replaced with a dignified resolve.
A curious tingling sensation prickles along your limbs, your body shrinking, reshaping. Your perspective changes as you physically shrink, your head dropping lower and lower, your entire skeleton narrowing and adjusting until you stand firmly at five and a half feet—slender but sturdy, athletic but elegant, your muscles taut and nimble beneath your new curves.
Your skin is now lighter, smooth and delicate to the touch. Your hands tremble—slim fingers, finer wrists, a body with unmistakably feminine muscle tone. You yank at your top in reflex, feeling the shape of your chest—yes, there are **breasts**, pressing against the snug uniform, rising and falling real and sensitive beneath your palm.
You stagger back in shock, only for a new sensation to bubble in your core...a wet, strange, *pop* under your belt. You reach, morbid curiosity and panic spurring you on, only to register—everything has changed down there, your privates are foreign, yet intimate. **A girl’s parts.** Ovaries, uterus—your entire sense of self, gender, everything you’ve ever known–it’s all been overwritten in your body.
“I’m...I’m a girl...?” you murmur, both your higher-pitched whisper and the voice in your mind after, *Yes. You have always been a girl, Lucina.*
“No! Wait! My name is—” But nothing but Lucina comes to mind. Your old name, your friends, your family—images flit and flicker, but as you try to grasp them—
*Lucina,* the voice soothes, pushing clarity and truth. *This is who you truly are—a daughter, a warrior, the Exalt’s child. Your friends are Ylisse’s Shepherds, your family...Chrom and the others. You are strong. Stoic. Caring. You have a duty to change fate.*
Head shaking, you squeeze your eyes shut, fighting the onrush of new memories. You try to recall your old life but the apartment around you shimmers, painted over with tumbling autumn hills, ancient fortresses, blue banners. The world becomes rounder, brighter, as if colors have thickened—shadows now sharper, eyes now larger, the lines fluid and blend, vibrant like the radiance of an anime. Your room—no, this grand tent, this battlefield—smells of fresh grass and steel, your hands now battle-worn but graceful.
You try to shout for help with a name you barely recall, something mundane, *not* Lucina. Yet even the sound of that old name is squashed. *Lucina*, the voice reminds you, gentle and inarguable, like the echo of your own heart.
“I’m not... I was never...” you try to muster. But there is only one truth: *You are Lucina. You have always been Lucina. Daughter of Chrom, princess of Ylisse, wielder of the Falchion.*
Real memories overtake you—training with Chrom, anxiously strategizing with the Shepherds, standing beneath the shadow of your ancestors. You recall the cold certainties and burning hopes, your desire to save your father, your future, your world. You can almost feel the weight of Marth’s legend on your shoulders. All doubts dissolve as new purpose roots inside.
In a moment of fractured clarity, a stray flicker stabs through—images of a boy, of another life. “Did I...was I not always—?” But the thought passes, irrelevant, confusing; it doesn’t fit, feels like a vestige of a strange fever dream.
You examine your reflection in the shimmer of your Falchion’s blade: vibrant blue hair frames a strong, beautiful face, tiara gleaming on your brow, your brows bold above soft, blue eyes. You’re startled by your own beauty—graceful yet powerful, every inch a noble warrior. The Falchion’s hilt steadies your grip, and you smile dryly, surprising even yourself.
You whisper, “I am Lucina. This is my truth.”
The strange flutter of memory evaporates, alien thoughts about ever being male vanishing like mist. You’re vaguely disgusted by the fleeting notion—how odd, how unlike yourself. If it was ever real, it was only a dream. You could never have been a man, not when the truth is so absolute.
A determined calm settles inside you. Chrom’s voice, clear in your memory, declares, *“Have faith in yourself, Lucina. The past does not define you—the person you are now is all that matters.”* You nod, feeling peace.
You grip your sword, scanning the fields of Ylisse with purpose. The weight of the world rests on your shoulders, but you bear it gladly, certain in who you are and what you must do. For you are Lucina—always have been, always will be. And as reality settles, you know with unshakable certainty: nothing could ever change that truth.
This story was generated by user DylanVsFizzarolli7 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.
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Prompt: Write a POV second-person transformation story of a male human turning into Lucina (from the Fire Emblem video game series), complete with gender change (the reader turning from male to female), instant clothes change (his clothes instantly turning into Lucina's outfit), height change (shrinking from his height to Lucina's 5.5 foot height), age change (changing from his age to Lucina's early 20s age), voice change (losing an Adam's apple to make his voice higher and feminine until his voice becomes Lucina's voice), art style shift (his world becoming more anime-esque while he becomes an anime-like character), reality change (his real world becoming the world of Fire Emblem), and mind/mental change (with his (now her) personality and memories replaced with Lucina's personality and memories, despite her best effort on fighting them off and despite her best efforts on keeping her own memories or personality (she is scared of losing herself and her life/mind/memories), making her forget all about being a mundane person (which was not real), she genuinely remembers that she has always been a warrior as well as a woman and her name has always been Lucina (which is her true self)). The transformation is permanent (meaning it its forever) and is completely irreversible. Here is Lucina's appearance; she is a young adult light-skinned (human) woman with long vibrant blue hair and eyebrows, as well as a beautiful face. Lucina is also athletic with very light/slim yet strong muscles, allowing Lucina to be an excellent sword-welder. She also wears a blue noble warrior uniform consisting of black tights, a pair of blue boots that is just above the knee in length, a black long-sleeves top underneath the dark blue warrior uniform with thin gold rims, a brown leather belt that keeps her uniform in place, a brown leather sash that wraps around her right shoulder to her left hip, a pair of fingerless gloves, and a couple of white loose bracers on both wrists that contains a big X. Lucina also has a gold tiara-like headband/headpiece on her head and a blue cape over her shoulders that is red underneath and reaches down to her knees. She also has a Parallel Falchion sword. Here is Lucina's personality; she is a strong willed, pragmatic, and serious woman, who is determined to defy fate to alter the dark future she came from. She admires historical figures and her ancestors, showing extreme reverence to her father, and trying to emulate how she thought her ancestor Marth acted, to lend her the strength she needed. Due to the countless deaths and horrific events of the future, she dislikes any form of death, even "noble" ones. Her stoic personality and lacking sense of humor are results of her feeling responsible for the surviving children of Shepherds, so being their leader, she believes there's no place for herself to lighten up. She cares for comrades deeply and has a sense of justice. Lucina also is humble of her swordsmanship. Despite being noted to be a very skilled fighter by the likes of Chrom and Basilio, she feels that she pales in comparison to them and even doubts if she was worthy to use the name of Marth despite their many similarities. Her main motivations come from her love for her parents, especially Chrom. Lucina is willing to do whatever it takes to see that Chrom stays alive, even if it means going against her wish for no needless deaths. Nevertheless, she is obedient to her father and puts her trust in his judgements, showing a strong bond of trust with him. Bearing a keen resemblance to Marth, it even leads to her being mistaken as him by Tiki when she is introduced, with the latter remarking that her involuntary actions when helping others further likens her to Marth himself. Furthering that point, she even speaks in a very formal and polite manner more reminiscent of him, contrasting her father. Despite that, she seems to have inherited some of her father's traits as well, as she enthusiastically loves to train with her father and has stated that she inherited Chrom's recklessness when training, often destroying training dummies. Like her father, she has a strong belief that fate can be changed. Much to her disbelief, many of her interventions during the Ylisse-Plegia war resulted in only minor changes that ultimately still lead to similar results as in her time. By the time-skip, Lucina's actions became much more drastic and open such as pleading to Basilio to not to fight Walhart and later nearly making a choice against the will of her father. Ultimately, she relented on her plan when her father intervened and was nearly driven to despair when her father was seemingly killed. However, witnessing fate literally change before her eyes renewed her belief that destiny could be overcome and placed her full trust in Chrom and his allies to overturn the grim future. As a result of her childhood tragedies, Lucina desperately tries to reclaim as much lost time she had with her parents with their younger versions of the current timeline. She resolves herself to quietly depart from her present parents once peace has been restored to the world as to not take away from her present self. To her relief, both assure her that they would always welcome her with open arms. In some of her endings, especially her solo ending, she follows through and departs without a trace. She treasures her Falchion because of it being the last possession left behind by her father, as she gets angered at her sibling using it to cut apples. She also has a paranoid streak. Said behavior goes so far as to be paranoid of Female Robin if she is not her mother, because of her close relationship with Chrom, only to irrationally demand for Robin to fall in love with her father when the former claims to not consider him gallant, much to their mutual confusion. Despite her serious and stoic persona, Lucina has light and unintentionally goofy moments around the ones she is close with, especially her parents and sibling. One of her most bizarre traits is her odd taste for aesthetics, as it is shown most prominently in her supports with her mother, where she goes from purchasing a dress featuring pictures of Emmeryn to attempting to pick several other options while shopping with her (which goes from uncommon to literally being only strings). This is further proven by the fact that she wears bizarre Groucho Marx glasses in the official Awakening comics and drama CDs, and buys and owns numerous bear hats in both the drama CDs, and in her appearance in Fates. In the Hot-Spring Scramble, Lucina was hellbent on purchasing a wooden carving of Chrom (or Robin if she is her mother), believing that other people were likely to buy out the product even though Robin commented that they were not particularly noteworthy. In "Fire Emblem Engage", Emblem Lucina's taste for fashion is further displayed when she excitedly remarks to Anna in a Bond Conversation that she loves a selection of shirts with Anna's face on them, and that she would buy ten even though Anna was not happy with how the shirts had turned out. When she tries to emulate Owain's flair for theatrics, she nicknames Falchion "Pointy Demonspanker" in their Support Conversation, causing him to reel in confusion and amusement simultaneously. Lucina has a rather dry sense of humor, and in her Awakening profile is described as the least likely to get a joke out of everyone in the Shepherds. However, her sense of humor and what she personally finds funny can be disarming to others. In Engage, when Jade asks for feedback on one of her novels, Lucina says she cracked up at a scene that Jade had intended to be emotional, and in a subsequent conversation, Lucina again surprises Jade by remarking that she found the ending hysterical when it was not meant to be. The story is that the reader has found a sword (belonging to Lucina) in or around the reader's room (either in an apartment or suburban home), and as he held the scroll, the blinding light engulfed him, causing the whole transformation to occur. After the physical transformation, the reader checks her private parts and her chest by touching, shocked to find that they had been replaced by their feminine counterparts (with her chest now having breasts and her privates already inverted itself with a wet "pop" noise into her female parts (vagina, ovaries, and uterus)), making her realize in shock and confusion that she was now a girl, and she even tells herself that she's a girl in both shock and confusion (the voice in her head then confirms "yes" and says that she had always been a girl). Following the physical changes (with the voice telling new truths to the reader), the reader tries her best on fighting off the new memories and personality (such as calling for her friends/family and/or shaking her head in a vain attempt to loose those new memories/personality), but to no avail (since the voice inside her head is helping the reader remember her true self as Lucina, the reader tries to remember/say her old life and her old name but then the voice in her head interrupts by saying "Lucina" to help her remember her true self (which her real/true self is Lucina), and the reader then fully believes and trusts the voice in her head) as she begins to forget all about her truly mundane (and boyish) life and remember her new life as Lucina (as the voice in her head fully intended). Near the end of the story (and long after the transformation ended), Lucina would briefly thought of her previous life as a mundane person, but she soon forgets about it as she knows that she had never been a man and that she has always been Lucina (meaning that her mundane life as a mundane man was all just a dream, not reality, since she has always been a girl (not a boy) and she had always been a warrior woman; she knew that she was never a man, and a thought of being a man disgusts her (since she doesn't want to think about having a penis or testicles), she was confused on why she dreamt that, so she is glad that it was only a dream and not real), and Lucina is content to know that her life as Lucina is the only true/real life. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
Response: Your breath catches in your throat the moment your hand closes around the hilt of the sword lying in the center of your room. The blade is unmistakable, ornately gilded, ancient, and out of place amid your apartment’s cluttered modernity. You recall the hours spent gaming, seeing a sword like this—**the Parallel Falchion**, isn’t it?—in the hands of— A blinding cerulean light erupts in your vision, growing so intense that you can’t shield your eyes, can’t even look away. You feel yourself being pulled, reality stretching and reshaping, your senses surging and fraying at their edges. Your clothes ripple first, fabric thickening in an instant into tight black tights that hug your legs, the familiar weight of jeans replaced by a more flexible, noble armor. A deep blue cape, red on its underside, settles over your shoulders. Tall blue boots encase your feet, rising just above your knees, while white, loose bracers click into place on your wrists, emblazoned each with an X. Peering down, you watch with disbelief as a brown leather sash wraps from your right shoulder to your left hip, securing the flowing blue uniform graced with thin gold trim. Fingerless gloves slip perfectly onto your hands. “Wh-what’s happening?!” you gasp—a gasp strangely higher, crisp and feminine, echoing in the suddenly shifting space around you. Your Adam’s apple smooths away, your voice lilts softer—even your thoughts begin to echo in that unfamiliar voice, urgency replaced with a dignified resolve. A curious tingling sensation prickles along your limbs, your body shrinking, reshaping. Your perspective changes as you physically shrink, your head dropping lower and lower, your entire skeleton narrowing and adjusting until you stand firmly at five and a half feet—slender but sturdy, athletic but elegant, your muscles taut and nimble beneath your new curves. Your skin is now lighter, smooth and delicate to the touch. Your hands tremble—slim fingers, finer wrists, a body with unmistakably feminine muscle tone. You yank at your top in reflex, feeling the shape of your chest—yes, there are **breasts**, pressing against the snug uniform, rising and falling real and sensitive beneath your palm. You stagger back in shock, only for a new sensation to bubble in your core...a wet, strange, *pop* under your belt. You reach, morbid curiosity and panic spurring you on, only to register—everything has changed down there, your privates are foreign, yet intimate. **A girl’s parts.** Ovaries, uterus—your entire sense of self, gender, everything you’ve ever known–it’s all been overwritten in your body. “I’m...I’m a girl...?” you murmur, both your higher-pitched whisper and the voice in your mind after, *Yes. You have always been a girl, Lucina.* “No! Wait! My name is—” But nothing but Lucina comes to mind. Your old name, your friends, your family—images flit and flicker, but as you try to grasp them— *Lucina,* the voice soothes, pushing clarity and truth. *This is who you truly are—a daughter, a warrior, the Exalt’s child. Your friends are Ylisse’s Shepherds, your family...Chrom and the others. You are strong. Stoic. Caring. You have a duty to change fate.* Head shaking, you squeeze your eyes shut, fighting the onrush of new memories. You try to recall your old life but the apartment around you shimmers, painted over with tumbling autumn hills, ancient fortresses, blue banners. The world becomes rounder, brighter, as if colors have thickened—shadows now sharper, eyes now larger, the lines fluid and blend, vibrant like the radiance of an anime. Your room—no, this grand tent, this battlefield—smells of fresh grass and steel, your hands now battle-worn but graceful. You try to shout for help with a name you barely recall, something mundane, *not* Lucina. Yet even the sound of that old name is squashed. *Lucina*, the voice reminds you, gentle and inarguable, like the echo of your own heart. “I’m not... I was never...” you try to muster. But there is only one truth: *You are Lucina. You have always been Lucina. Daughter of Chrom, princess of Ylisse, wielder of the Falchion.* Real memories overtake you—training with Chrom, anxiously strategizing with the Shepherds, standing beneath the shadow of your ancestors. You recall the cold certainties and burning hopes, your desire to save your father, your future, your world. You can almost feel the weight of Marth’s legend on your shoulders. All doubts dissolve as new purpose roots inside. In a moment of fractured clarity, a stray flicker stabs through—images of a boy, of another life. “Did I...was I not always—?” But the thought passes, irrelevant, confusing; it doesn’t fit, feels like a vestige of a strange fever dream. You examine your reflection in the shimmer of your Falchion’s blade: vibrant blue hair frames a strong, beautiful face, tiara gleaming on your brow, your brows bold above soft, blue eyes. You’re startled by your own beauty—graceful yet powerful, every inch a noble warrior. The Falchion’s hilt steadies your grip, and you smile dryly, surprising even yourself. You whisper, “I am Lucina. This is my truth.” The strange flutter of memory evaporates, alien thoughts about ever being male vanishing like mist. You’re vaguely disgusted by the fleeting notion—how odd, how unlike yourself. If it was ever real, it was only a dream. You could never have been a man, not when the truth is so absolute. A determined calm settles inside you. Chrom’s voice, clear in your memory, declares, *“Have faith in yourself, Lucina. The past does not define you—the person you are now is all that matters.”* You nod, feeling peace. You grip your sword, scanning the fields of Ylisse with purpose. The weight of the world rests on your shoulders, but you bear it gladly, certain in who you are and what you must do. For you are Lucina—always have been, always will be. And as reality settles, you know with unshakable certainty: nothing could ever change that truth.
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