PrologueOctober 16th 2009 (Original begin date)
June 1st 2012(Revision date) To my 2 greatest friends, with out the memories
We shared when myspace was in this story which I dedicate to our characters and the bond they shared would cease to exist,
Fallen Marf thanks for being such great pals MK. March 4th 2014 (Full version date)
Had it been 4 years ,wait perhaps more? Meta Naito couldn't remember, he lost track of time. The young heir to the Altean throne was due to return any day now. Setting off on an expedition to lend aid to another Kingdom tired from battle, repairing damages sustained during those hard and troubled times. To much of Meta Naitos disappointment, being ordered to remain behind, with instruction to be in command of Altea during his absence. The prince would have been most pleased with how well Meta Naito maintained order while he was away. However, a dark obsession had begun to bring the great defender to the brink of insanity. With a plan, one that would take 6 long years to complete . The Nova, he planned on rebuilding it. Forcing Altea, to be placed into the hands of his clueless adoptive son Fallen, who had no other choice, but to accept the huge responsibility with no questions asked. Allowing Meta Naito the freedom he needed , to complete his goal. Upon Novas completion, a few days before Prince Marths scheduled return, Meta Naito requested that he be given a human form, assuming a wish would be granted in gratitude for rebuilding the Nova. Unfortunately, it would only be temporary that he would don that form. Returning back to his true self, when after what he sought after now, was finally fulfilled. His sick and perverse fantasy. This wish would not come with out sacrifice, given a choice between the incredible powers he obtained, and the ability to speak, Meta Naito was up for a challenge, he wanted to toy with his prey a little, with the ability to speak, it would be all too easy , making all this for nothing. With that being said he had chosen not to speak. This would allow him to skilfully drop subtle hints to the one who would be most distraught over his disappearance. Who would soon then realize, that this strange man, found wandering naked along royal soil, who pretended to be clumsy in his skin, and appearing to suffer from some sort of mental impairment. Was no mere trespasser, in need of some help, and a bath! But was no other than his cherished defender, in a brilliant disguise.
Chapter One
Descent into Madness
Grasping his right arm, underneath his ivory cape he kept tucked snugly around his short round self, Meta Naito made his way to the kings chamber. Blood, had stained the right side of his cape , subduing his injury with a tightly wrapped piece of cloth bandaging, around his arm. It still was bleeding, obviously the wound was a deep one, it was going to need medical care whether he liked it or not. Meta Naito, announced his arrival out side the kings chamber. "You summoned me Cornelius?" Cornelius poured himself a rather large glass of fine wine, before he responded. "Yes Defender, come in, do you have a report?" Meta Naito nodded. "I do, Your Majesty, your son shows promise." Meta Naito, would then allow his cape to fall open to reveal his injury, with his left hand still planted upon his other arm. " I request that I am given time to heal, a day if you could spare me one, would be ideal." The kings face turned to that of distain ,before ushering dismissively." Denied." " My apologies Cornelius, Meta Naito pleaded, his voice full of discord. But in this state I am of little use to Marth, I have difficulty wielding my blade. I am un able to hold my sword properly." The king shot Meta Naito a rather annoyed glance , but did not oppose either. "Very well, you have only a day but that's it." All this, was caused by carelessness in technique, you are dismissed." "Oh." he would add, causing Meta Naito to momentarily stop, and turn back around to face King Cornelius. Who would raise but a hand, to accentuate his words. " By the way, if you think for a second I am oblivious to what is going on Defender, besides fault in your technique today, you are gravely mistaken. I have noticed that Marth has succeeded in making you plush, that is why you were wounded today." Thank you for your report, now go!" Meta Naito left promptly, and begun his 20 minute walk, down the elegant coridor to his own chamber. Along the way he had become lost in thought, nearly bumping into Marth. Who tried to ask him how his arm was , only to be ignored. Marth, just assumed that he just had a lot on his mind at the moment, and left it at that. Upon reaching his fathers chamber, Marth poked his head inside, and knocked. "Evening father, Fallen has told me you wanted to see me? " Once again, the king had begun to pour himself more wine, it was unclear how much he had , but he was already unsteady on his feet. Which suggested, he had been drinking for a while, even before he saw Meta Naito, as he stumbled toward his son."Your sparring partner needs a day off, to recooperate from an injury caused from training today." Meta Naito, has told me you are doing well." You should be pleased with yourself. " Marth, was hesitant to believe that ,after discovering that he had caused Meta Naito enough discomfort, that he asked for time off. Meta Naito, is a fine swordsman father, I am grateful to have him as my sparring partner." Cornelius put his hand upon Marths shoulder, perhaps you are too much of a handful for him, he doesn't appear as spry with his weapon as he use to be , I've noticed hes been a little soft on you. Or perhaps he planned this, to alleviate the fact you are not doing as well as he says you are." Marths face took on a look of shock, " He.. He wouldn't do that . " Well my son, it's a very real possibility that he just did." Lets take a walk."
"Daddy, it looks pretty bad, it's not clotting as well as it should, it could split open again. Sighed Fallen, as patted a warm wash cloth on Meta Naitos arm, soaking up some granulated tissue, and dried blood. At the same time, Fallen noticed that his father had sat quietly, his eyes briefly taking on a brilliant emerald color , as if something were on his mind. "How did this happen anyway?" Still Meta Naito was silent, as if he was refusing to answer the question. "Daddy, how did this happen?" Finally, Meta Naito shifted his huge snow white almost cat like eyes toward Fallen, almost appearing to glow in the dim light of Meta Naitos bedroom, illuminated only by a few small oil lamps, and a large square floor lamp, illuminated by an unknown source from the inside. "I'm fine, I just miscalculated a manuevere , that's all, Marth bested me." Fallen gently dried Meta Naitos arm , and then proceeded to re wrap it with a fresh dressing. " I know, you were the only thing he wanted to talk about, when I told him Cornelius was ready to see him. " Meta Naito blushed, as Fallen let out a small snort of amusement, and added "Hell, you might even say the way he was so concerned about you he fancies you." " Don't be ridiculous ." Meta Naito cautioned as he scowled at Fallen. "Really?" Fallen began as he rose to his feet, and stretched, placing the dirty cloth on their lovely little antique dinette set. "I'm surprised you never noticed the oogly eyes he gives you, while your back is turned, I've seen how he looks at you." Fallen wore a massive grin on his face, it quickly faded, as he clearly saw daggers in Meta Naitos eyes . Anyways, you're not going to want to hear this, a big smile creeping over the boys features, but it's likely you're going to "want" to cauterize that." Meta Naitos expression had begun to soften " I'm impressed Fallen, you've been well taught." Fallen turned as red as his hues, it had been a while since he received a compliment from Meta Naito. "Well, I had a very good teacher, Fallen replied ."Anyways." He continued, I'm going to go down to the healing garden and pick up some herbs for you I'll be back shortly." Meta Naito managed a soft smirk a sense of relief washing over him, as he thanked him. After Fallen had gone, he hopped off his chair to shimmy over to his fire place. Taking hold of his flint and steel, which he had kept hidden away in a safe accessible place, he would proceed in starting a small fire in his fire place. Once he had one going, the veteran warrior took a step back , his eyes turning green again, as Fallens words reeled through his mind. "Really? I'm, surprised you never noticed the oogly eyes he gives you while your back is turned." Curiousity, he uttered, "Nothing else."
Mean while, Marth, and his father, were out standing in the courtyard, every second that ticked by increased the adolescents anxiety. "Why are we here?" the blue haired teen asked. Cornelius clumsily whipped out his blade, and said. "Fight me." Similar words spoken prior in the day by his defender. Marth, looked away trying to remove himself from the situation. " I will not, you can't even hold a proper stance!" Marth gently brushed aside the tip of his fathers blade, with his hand, before walking away. Marth would find his path blocked, by the shaft of the blade now. "Do not complicate this for yourself my son." Cornelius muttered menacingly, and loud enough for Marth to hear. This time Marth, slapped the blade away a little more firmly." "Let me go please." His voice trembling with fear, coated with a little anger. As he walked away, his father mocked him. "Where will you go?" To him? Peh, he can't even hold a sword, courtesey of yourself." "Enough!" Marth shouted. He clenched his fists so tightly that the whites of his knuckles were visable. He turned to face his father, who once again prompted him with the same statement. "Fight me." As he tried to charge toward the Blue haired prince,while swinging his blade to and fro. "Stop it!" Marth cried, his hand having to physically restrain the out of control sword, slicing his palm. The King, returned his sword back to its sheath, shaking his head in disbelief. A moments pause fell between the two, broken only by Cornelius, who raised his hand once more, but this time with the intent to harm. The back side of the kings hand and arm struck Marth across the face, With such force, that it sent him to his knees. Marths breathing had become more rapid, as fear rather than anger now started to engulf him. But Cornelius was just getting started, pain gripped Marths body, as he was kicked continuously in the abdomen, and practically every where else in his body. "GET UP!" "Father." Marth wheezed "Please stop." At the same time, Fallen was returning to, his fathers chamber, when he came across the ordeal taking place. "Heh, looks good on him though ." While continuing on his way. "However, Fallen knew that despite the fact that he was some what jealous of the closeness Marth and Meta Naito shared, Meta Naito would be very angry if Fallen said nothing. Fallen didn't like when Meta Naito was angry, to be honest nobody did, he was known to do some pretty crazy shit. That's when Fallen started running.
At the same time, Meta Naito was cauterizing his wound. Fallen was just able to hear the tail end of his wail of extreme agony as he burst through the door, seeming out of breath Daddy, he huffed, "There's trouble." Meta Naitos eyes turned to a vibrant shade of red. An irritated deep sounding growl, comparable to a lion as his voice was already deep in nature, escaped his body. " I knew it."
