The warm summer air lingers over the countryside as a richly decorated carriage travels down the road. Inside are two individuals. A man in a blue uniform and cloak is sitting down, deeply into a novel. He has reddish hair that's spiky in every direction. His young son is sitting across from him. Just like his father, the boy has the same spiky reddish hair. But his hair is more wild then his father's. The boy was wearing a red shirt and cloak instead of blue like his father. This young child was constantly fidgeting in his seat for he could not bear to be confined inside the carriage. The child looked out the window and watched lazily as the countryside passed by.

"Dad... I'm bored!" the boy whined lazily. His father didn't look up, for he was very into the novel. Sighing, the boy didn't want to give up. "Dad...", he raised the volume of his voice slightly. Still, his father didn't look up. "Dad, Dad, Dad, DAD, DAD...!" The boy kept calling for his father while his voice crescendoed until he was practically shouting at the top of his lungs.

"ROY!" his father shouted after slamming the book shut. The child, who we now know is Roy, looked up cheerfully. "What is it?" he asked Roy while trying not to lose his temper.

"Are we THERE yet?!" Roy replied. He looked up with pleading eyes, hoping that they were a few steps from their destination.

"No... not yet", his father sighed. He rubbed his temples, asking himself why Roy decided to ask that tedious question for the umpteenth time. He wished that Roy would just behave and not annoy him for once.

"Darn! It's been FOREVER since we've left Pherae!" Roy complained. He looked down at the floor and swung his legs back and forth while pouting. "When are we gonna get there?! I'm tired of being cooped up here! I wanna run around! And I'm thirsty! And hungry! "

"We'll get there soon, Roy", his father said in a tired tone. We BETTER get there soon... he thought to himself ...because I don't think that I can handle Roy's bellyaching any longer...

Roy just sighed and looked out the window again. He just stared out at the country scene until he heard his father talk to the driver outside.

"How much longer until we arrive?"

"Ohh, I'd say about another half hour or so, Lord Eliwood", the driver replied.

"That's good! I say that we've made some good progress on this trip!" Eliwood said cheerfully. He glanced over at Roy, who looked at Eliwood with pleading eyes again.

"Daaaad... I'm hungry...!" Roy whined again.

"I think there's a small market nearby, young Roy", said the driver. "We can stop there to get some more supplies."

Roy smiled and sat back down in his seat, while Eliwood returned to his book.