The mark of the Exalt is a symbol of peace. It is granted to those with pure hearts at birth. Each action affects the purity of their hearts and when the time comes, when a Prime Angel descends to Earth, they will be confronted with a new destiny. These children, born into the House of Ylisse, the house of purity and peace, will be given the life of a Prime Angel. They will bring peace to all that are worthy and when their time has come...they will join the Prime Angels in the Land of Peace.
"This story has been passed down in our family for generations," a gentle voice speaks softly. A fire in the fireplace lights up the room, sending shadows dancing around. This is not the first time the little boy has heard this tale. He couldn't even begin to count how many times he had heard his father or his mother repeat the story. Neither of his parents were worthy enough to exhibit an Exalt symbol, but their eldest daughter was born with the symbol on her forehead. Their son, the middle child of the three children, was not born with the symbol. Instead, his symbol had surfaced on his right shoulder when he was nearly four.
Now, the eldest daughter, Emmeryn, sat in their family's wide living room. Her back was against the fireplace and her eyes were cast upon her two younger siblings, Chrom and Lissa. Both of them kept their small, eager eyes on their sister. Even though they had heard the story millions of times, it never ceased to amaze them how beautifully Emmeryn could tell the story.
"One day," she continued, smiling softly. "I will take the place of the next Prime Angel. It will be my duty to bring peace to this land. If I am granted power by each of the seven Prime Angels, then I will be blessed with the chance to enter the Land of Peace. As soon as I enter, I will begin my duty as a Prime Angel and watch over the people, maintaining the balance of peace." She stops, releasing a soft sigh. The blonde girl stands up slowly and says, "Well, that's enough stories for tonight. It's time for bed."
"Awe, but I wanted to hear more…" Lissa mumbles, climbing to a standing position on her pudgy legs. Chrom stands up as well, his eyes on Lissa now.
"If we go to sleep now, maybe one of the Prime Angels will visit us in our sleep!" He says enthusiastically. Emmeryn laughs and pats both of them on the head.
"Get to sleep you two. I'll see you in the morning."
Chrom grabs Lissa's hand and heads up the stairs to their room. Emmeryn watches, silently. As soon as they leave her sight, she turns to the fire behind her. Watching the flames eat away at the wood, she can't help but feel a sudden sadness overcome her. Looking back at the stairs, she whispers softly, "...This symbol is nothing more than a curse." Her eyes move down to the wooden floor beneath her.
"One day, I hope they understand that."