Of Shadow and Flame
Summary
Prince Marth and his brother Roy were cast out of their kingdom during the war, and the continent of Lapiti now belongs to a demon. Now he must travel all the way across the continent to reclaim his country and his throne. Super Smash bros. Melee/Soul Caliber cross over. PairingsMarthxCassandra and maybe some RoySopitia action. WARNING---Characters may be OC.
a/n- Hello current and hopefully future readers! This is my first fan fic, and flames are not welcome, but I accept them. If characters are OC, please e-mail me and let me know. Enough talk, let's get to the story!
Disclaimer-I don't own Soul Caliber or Super Smash bros. Meele.
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"Daddy, don't make me leave!"
"You have to go son, it's too dangerous. If you don't leave now, you will be killed like the rest of us. Now, Roy, be off!"
"Daddy!"
Marth awoke from his slumber, his blue bangs sticking to his forehead. His breathing was heavy, and he was drenched in sweat.
'That dream again. It's been the same dream every night since this journey began. I don't understand why I-'His thoughts were interrupted by a noise outside his tent.
As a reflex, he automatically reached for his blade, Falchion. He grasped it firmly, ready to strike at any moment, then cautiously stepped outside the tent.
His sword arm relaxed as he saw that it was just his brother, Roy. Dressed in blue armor, as is the color of the knights of Altea(I don't know if that is their color, just humor me here!), his white pants and red hair were covered in soot, probably from the fire remains he was scattering throughout their camp site.
"Ah, your finally awake brother", Roy said without even looking up from the ashes he continued to kick around, "best you get your things gathered quickly, for we are leaving soon."
"Hn", Marth replied as he returned to his tent to gather his various things. "Where's our next stop?"
"Rome, I think", Roy said while picking a map up from his pile of things, "yep, Rome it is! It's about a days walk from here."
Marth groaned when he heard his brothers reply. 'Haven't I done enough walking?' he thought while snapping his cape back on. It was true, he had done a lot of walking on his trip from Altea. His father had ordered him out of the country at the age of 10, and told him to go as far away as possible never return. Since then, he and his brother had traveled across the whole continent of Lapiti, plotting on how to take back their kingdom from the demon, Abyss.
Marth, now a man of 16, had concocted the perfect plan to regain his kingdom.
Emerging from his tent with all his things in his pack, he found his brother all ready walking down the trail.
Marth sighed, "Roy was always the impatient one," he said to himself before running to catch up with his brother
a/n- done! I had been working on this for weeks just trying to figure out the right thing to say. I know, it sucks. And It's short. But hey, the first chapters of stories always suck, don't they?
Don't worry, next chapter, The brothers met up with the sisters, and the action starts!
Please review and tell me what you think! (If you can even think of any thing to say to this crappy chapter.)