Well here I am Mr. Wobbly at your service here. This is my first fan fiction so I really want to get some advice from the veterans and new comers alike. Now this first chapter is like a prologue but it is in the future. basically the story will take place in the past during prince Marth's rule but if this fan fic is successful then I plan to make a sequel. So this is like a prequel but its also not. Grr I'm making my own brain hurt! Just read it, it will make sense er I hope it will anyways.

I look down upon my blood stained hands. "I thought I'd have gotten used to killing by now." I say.

It is dusk and I'm in the middle of a battlefield. I look back up at the battle. As I do I hear screams of pain and loss, sounds I have heard far to many times in my life. I look in the direction the sound came from and see my target. He stands tall the mighty blade falchion gripped in his right hand. A solder dangles from his left hand. The scream of the man is cut short by the blade cutting through him.

I grasp my red dragon stone tighter. "Charles!" I yell, my throat is raw and my voice sounds almost demonic.

The king of Ylisse turns and looks me directly at me. His eyes are blood shot and he is twitching like mad. I meet his gaze unfazed. "Ah another Pleagian ready for the slaughter!" His voice cracks as he yells at me.

He has lost it… Well it looks like there is no avoiding it. "You dare call yourself a descendent of Marth? Charles you will atone for your sins here and now!" Unlike him my voice is calm and collected.

"Is that so?" He responds smiling madly. "Well then dragon kin have at me!"

"Right then." I feel the warmth of my dragon stone wash over me like a shower of energy. "Your time has come!" I yell. My body begins to swell and grow. My senses gain in power. I've taken my form as a fire dragon now. I let out a roar and my wings begin to take me up.

Now the mad king is laughing. We charge at each other and then we strike.

Time seems to slow as I feel the holy blade hit my body. Pain begins to flow through my body. I turn to see him do likewise and then… he falls, the look on his face as life left him was one of hate anger and confusion. He mutters a curse under his breath and then hits the ground dead.

"I'm sorry Marth." I whisper as I transform back into my human form. "I've broken my promise to serve your family."

The battle rages a little longer but upon realizing there king is dead the Ylisseans begin to withdraw. "Charles of Ylisse was unworthy of this blade." I say as I pick up the falchion. "However I believe I may know who is." I then begin to march down the battlefield on my way to the Ylissean border.

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I come to the Ylissean castle my face hidden under my cowl. After sneaking inside I stop out side of prince Chrom's room. "Forgive me your majesty." I whisper. I then take Falchion out from under my robes and place it in front of the door. I nock then turn and quickly leave the castle just as the sun rises. "How did I get dragged into this?" I wonder aloud after I get to the city gates.

"I guess it goes way back about 8 or 9 thousand years ago." I close my eyes and begin to remember the time of Marth.

Ah yes now the story can begin.

hope you guys and gals like it.

also just a little info i'll be basing this off of my fire emblem shadow dragon game so i will have to complete each chapter before I can upload.

See you later and have good day or night. ;)