The sun was setting over the pine-fresh forest and a small boy of seven was super excited. He had been working hard for the past few days and his aunties and uncles said he would get a special treat today, after dinner. He had wanted to get the treat a few hours ago, but Aunty Jess insisted that they would complete their task first, but he could wait because that just increased the suspense. He loved surprises. He loved his extended family very, very much. They were the largest, coolest family one could ask for!

"Can we get some ice cream later Aunty Jess? After I get my present?" The small boy asked as he held the hand of the busty blonde.

"Of course we can Wrath. It's your birthday after all!" Jess giggled before putting on a mock pout, "now how old are you again? Six?" The purple-haired boy shook his head and pulled away from the grip of the woman to hold up seven fingers.

"I can't believe you forgot Aunty Jess! I'm seven!" He laughed. Jess clapped her hands and laughed with him; their voices echoing the deserted forest. "Silly aunty Jess!"

"I'm very silly," she chimed in, ruffling Wrath's hair. "You're a big boy Wrath Pheare! You've been doing a good job with your lessons lately as well." With the word 'lessons' Wrath made a face.

"Uncle Soul is really good with teaching me 'limey stuff'," the two giggled at their private joke, "and Aunty Ashley teaches me math which I'm very good at. You know how the rest of my lessons are going aunty...they're 'okay'."

"Nonsense, you're doing so well, that I think you're ready for the next level of my classes. Maybe soon you'll be good enough to fight the Super Smash Brothers!" With that, the boy's eyes sparkled and he clung onto the soft, warm arm of his large-sized aunty.

"You really think so?"

"I know so," the forest was always ominously silent at this hour, "in fact, why don't you go and prove me that you're ready for the next level. See that tree over there?" A mighty oak, obscuring them from sight was shown to the boy's bright purple eyes.

"Yes! The Quercus trojana!"

"Aunty Mer is teaching you well. I want you to face that tree and count to five. Okay? It's the new level." The boy laughed and saluted his adoptive mother's best friend before scurrying off to the ancient tree. After that, a larger smile began to play on the woman's lips as she reached into the leather 'Batman' bag she carried.

"One...two...three..." the seven-year old started counting. He was so focused on the numbers, that he didn't notice his companion pull out a large shotgun that glistened in the orange sun. The sun basked the whole forest in orange...but it would soon be painted red.

"Let's play Wrath..." she whispered as she loaded her shotgun. With a satisfying 'click' she pointed it at the child's head. Point-blank range- no way she could miss.

"Four...f- Hey Aunty Jess?" Wrath asked as he stared at the tree.

"What is it Wrathy?" She asked, her finger sliding onto the trigger.

"Can we get triple-choc caramel swirl ice-cream? That's my favourite!" Jess gave a small smile at his enthusiasm. He was now watching a small green leaf on the tree, waiting for a response before he finished counting. This child was so innocent.

"Yes...anything you want."

"Okay!" He laughed, "Then five!"

The leaves were splattered with red.


What was the best day of Marth's life could have been the worst for Roy's. Correction, seeing that smile on Marth's face- it was definitely the worst day in his life. Countless "What if...?" questions were going through his head that could have reduced any normal man to tears. Roy wasn't a normal man though- he was the Marquess of Pherae and he was concentrating hard to keep a smile on his face.

Roy had been too many weddings. He had been reduced to tears at the beauty and happiness from them at times; but this was different. He wanted to burst into tears because of the miserable hole in his chest.

He was at the wedding of Marth Lowell and Sheeda Caeda, and he was Marth's best man.

It had been two long weeks since the end of Marth's gender-swap adventure and all the red-head was able to do was to stare at the happy couple, specifically, the groom.

Six months ago, Marth told Roy that he was going to marry Sheeda. At the time, the melee character accepted that fully, having his own girlfriend at the time, and had agreed on being there for Marth. Things had changed since then, and when Princess Sheeda had reminded him on her arrival, his heart stopped for a moment or two when he remembered what he had agreed to. An uneasy feeling washed over him and he was in a state of shock. Only when Marth called his name for the seventh time did Roy snap out of his state. The pyro couldn't remember what happened next, but it was along the lines of Marth saying "you" and "best man".

He couldn't go back on his word; he had a duty to Marth.

So now he had to stand there and suffer, while the love of his life and his true love were getting married.

Perhaps it was lust once upon a time but now, Roy knew he...cared more then he should about Marth. Well, it didn't matter. It was too late now. He was now a man- a gender obstacle that neither of their old-fashioned countries would allow- and standing at the altar with Sheeda by his side, looking beautiful as ever and as always. He felt himself overwhelmed by the urge to grab Marth and drag him out of the church, away from the other wedding guests, away from the mansion, away from the country. The urge to just run away, it wouldn't matter where to, as long as he'd be by his side.

Now Roy knew that he was being ridiculous. Marth was elated and had a real smile plastered on his face and for good reason, Sheeda was kind, beautiful and intelligent. They went well together and he was happy for them, he really was. He just couldn't shake of the terrible feeling of regret, of hurt and anger. He was angry at himself for not acting out in the right time, for not doing anything. His mind was constantly taunting him, saying "That could've been you standing at his side."

The ceremony began; Roy didn't want to be there. Link could see it plainly but there was nothing the fellow groomsman could do except encourage Roy to keep up his facade. The red head didn't want to see the two lovers so happy and carefree, while he was wallowing in self pity. He saw the way Sheeda's eyes shone with joy whenever Marth would look at her, and the way Marth's fingers would now and then brush against his bride's.

To be honest, Roy just wanted it to be over. Everyone around him was so happy it almost drove him insane. He wasn't paying attention to the ceremony; his mind wouldn't let him. Flashbacks were being projected in his mind of how he met Marth, how he spent so much time with his gender-bent form, the way she smiled at him, how they kissed, everything they did together…

He realised that a lone tear was sliding down his cheek when he heard the words "I do". The last bit of his already broken heart shattered and tears were falling from his eyes as the couple shared their first kiss as husband and wife.


"Ow...aunty! That was so mean. I want a super-sized ice-cream for that one." Jess laughed as she lifted up the purple-haired boy's fringe. Not a scar in sight. She had the splintered bullet in her hand and could see the forest and Wrath's clothes splattered with blood, yet not a hair on his head was damaged. If she didn't see her friend's kid's head explode a few minutes ago, she would have believed the red came from some other creature.

"You were a great boy Wrath; of course you'll get your ice-cream. Maybe Uncle Albino will give you an extra slice of cake!" Aunty Jess smiled as she began to clean him up, "Aunty Anna would be so proud of you. Your skills are improving. A few more years and you'll be ready to face your parents. You up for that sport?"

"Yep! Soon, I'll be able to find my parents! Then I'll show them all what I can do!"


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The sequel to Marth's Curse Reeditized

A story that will test the fabric of reality.

And destroy the fourth wall over and over again.

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Wrath's Journey Reeditized

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