Author note

If unable to fit to all categories from the format of this story I have to note the characters and their origin, these characters are not mine unless depicted in the author's note displayed here. Also, critique is fine but I shall not change the content of the story for this has no value to up my knowledge in writing, however, I will not stop you :3.

I changed my mind, instead I'll list the categories - Kirby right back at ya!, Fullmetal Alchemist, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Fire Emblem, Zelda: four swords.

The story line will take place in the Fullmetal Alchemist World, but the Alchemy will be more based off of Brotherhood. And yes, in case you're wondering, Meta Knight will do Alchemy. The only fictional stories you need to know is Meta Knight from Kirby right back at ya and Fullmetal alchemist, the rest will be explained as I go along. Sorry about the long authors note but I felt like I needed to do this. Haven't came up with a plot by the way XD you may throw idea's at me if you wish, but, for now though, I'll type as I feel.

Another important note, this fanfic goes way off track from the original stories you know made by Nintendo and FUNimation XD it's not the correct history on purpose!

Is fixed, and to add another note, this is only the prologue meta knight appears in chapter one!

Prologue: The Death of a King

The depth of the cold autumn night was still, like a warm drink of water in a cold pond. A tenth of a century has passed since the kingdom has fallen to the dark dragon, the dragon that was supposedly killed by a great warrior, but revived by a much darker sorcerer. Supposedly the Dark dragon had killed Marth's father, but in the new events it has become noticed that the King was killed by another. This creature was much more powerful then the Dark dragon, much more powerful than any creature known to man. Of course, these are just rumors.

Marth and a group of Soldiers were traveling along the very same land that the king was killed. The dark dragon was dead, and the soil was turned with blood. Many soldiers were dead, and the remaining, including Marth, were not only drenched in blood, but also in tears. The fight was different then told, the fight was much too rigorous and too early for any of them to handle.

Marth fell to his knees exhausted, his breath heavy with fear and his eyes stained with blood. You could hear him mumbling with a scratchy voice that could only be heard by the knights that surrounded him. "It's over." He told himself over and over again, but could not break the weary silence that came upon the lands.

He then got up like nothing happened, as if he was fine with everything, and he spoke loud and clear, in a commanding voice, as well as thrusting his torn cape back so he was noticed. "All that have died will rest in peace," he began, "knowing that their deaths were with good reason and followed by hope." He paused and looked around. The group of remaining was watching him with wide faithful, but fearful eyes. He began again knowing that everyone was listening. "But, their bodies have not been given respect." He took a breath and coughed.

Blood had spewed from his mouth and he had to lean over to empty his mouth he almost was too weak to speak, an unbearable sight to the others surrounding him. He was the last hope to most of their survival. "Damn…" he mumbled under his breath but slowly got back up, hoping the others wouldn't lose concentration on his earlier spoken words.

He, of course, continued to the speech as if nothing happened. "And thus we need to respect the dead corpses we fought side by side by giving them a proper burial." He changed his look to something much softer than the look he started out with. "We shall burry them before sunrise, and without sleep, we will continue back to the castle." Even though they were all tired and not prepared for such event they followed without a word.

After several hours of prayer and work had passed Marth, and the group of soldiers, ventured off the land, and headed back to the castle. Along the way, over the perilous desert and sand, Marth spotted a body lying up ahead. He ran to the body, as if he recognized it, but once he reached it he stopped cold. He put his head down and clenched his fist. The body was his fathers.

The body was only barely recognized by the clothes and weapons he possessed. But the body had decayed well and the only thing left was his face, covered in dry blood. The soldiers had recognized the blood and face to and fell to their knees. "Sire…" one of them spoke looking at the body. "these are wounds that a dragon nor a sorcerer could inflict."

This shocked Marth, his eyes widen and he steps back from the body. "Leave the body here!" Marth commanded. "I do not wish his body to be touched!" he shouted again, his tone filled with terror and sorrow. "We'll head to the nearest town, get some rest, and you will lead everyone back to the castle, I have a duty to fulfill." He told one of the commanding officers. The soldiers were scared by this but obeyed.

And thus they carried on to the nearest village, without another word spoken till they got there. The town was not used to company, especially from royalty and were shocked to see the group of soldiers covered in blood. They had walked through calm and quietly and as soon as they got to the village square they stopped.

"Everyone, I wish you to wait here, I shall go and get a place to stay but I…" Marth had began hoping to get some peace before he separated from the crew, but before he could continue he coughed some more, spewing blood as he did.

In this a young lady rushed to him with a wash rag and a bucket of water. "I don't mean to be a bother." She was a older lady dressed in pale colored robes that only the poor could afford in these parts. She quickly used the wash rag to clean up the blood on marths face and then the ground. Stepping back when she was done. Marth would have stopped her but he really had no choice but to let her. "but you can't be spewing blood all over the place, prince or not."

Marth looked at her surprised at what she said. Then remembered the crown on his head and the fact that he was still wearing the same clothes he left in. Not to mention the fact that there is many knights following him. He knew he went to many towns before where they recognized him as the prince but he wasn't used to it. "Thank you, kind lady, but you can just call me Marth." He reacted the best he could in the situation. "Perhaps you could help us find a place to stay?" he added, hoping that asking her would help things out.

"No one usually stays here." She says in reply to Marth's question, which brought a large moment of silence. After a while of it she decided to speak again, "but you may stay at my place, I'd enjoy the company." With this the group of bloody warriors smiled and thanked the old lady, even promising to help out to pay for their stay, knowing Marth could pay for it, but he was pretty sure the family did not want money.

End of Prologue.