Once more, a story for a contest on Deviant Art. I havent entered it on there yet because it's not complete; but I will do so by the end of today. If you're a member of the Fire Emblem Club, then go vote for the valintine's day contest this weekend.

I love Anri, I know he's the most undeveloped character in the world in many ways; but I love him dearly. He's like Marth on Ike's steroids. Thats why I couldn't help but write this.

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~Anri~

It's funny how you can fall so much in love with someone, when you've never even met them. No, funny isn't the right word. It's horrible how you can fall so much in love with someone, when you've never even met them. It's painful, ridiculous, aggravating, how you can fall so much in love with someone, when you've never even met them.

In this case, the person is question would be one Prince Marth Lowell. Now; there are three very big red flags at this point for me. One, he's a prince. No, not because he's royalty, I was so myself once; but he's a prince, not a princess. I'd never, in my entire life nor my death, thought that I could love another man. Not that I've ever cared; love is love in my eyes, but all the same I had never thought that kind of love was for me.

The second red flag is that though I might not have a problem with gay love, incest was not something that should have any place in my mind. And loving Prince Marth in the way I did was defiantly incest. The fact was, Marth was my great great nephew. The thoughts and fantasies I had should have sickened me, and yet I found I didn't care at all. I knew he was kin, and I still was so attracted to him that I just didn't care.

Third, he was underage; 16, for crying out loud! The boy was barely a man, regardless of the task set upon his thin shoulders. Sure, I'd known young nobles who had been sold off to marriage at 16, but this was different. I was older, much older; about 100 years older. And pedophilia wasn't on my list of "things to do."

Not that any of it mattered; after all, we'd never met, and we never would. My place was in the heavens, watching but not interacting. I watched Marth grow up, I watched him lose everything, and I watched him fight to get it back. Over a period of five years, I saw the young, inexperienced prince turn into a man that all of Altea- no, all of Akaniea could look up to.

At first I watched because he was my descendant; because the fate of the world depended on him; and because I had little else to do. By the time five years had passed I was watching because I wanted to see him. His slim body, moving so perfectly and flowingly with a rapier. His kind heart and naïve mindset; protected from the darkness of the world by a smile and a strength that put others before him.

If ever there was a perfect leader; it was Marth Lowell.

He grew in wisdom over the years; but never was his heart tainted with the darkness that plagues so much of mankind. It was as if the sky was pitch black, and Marth was the only star. No, perhaps that is a bad analogy. Marth was more like the sun; he seemed to light up everyone he came to contact with.

I sound… overly poetic. And pathetic. A pathetic fool struck by cupid's arrow for a boy he can never have. I don't know why I was chosen for this task, watching over Akeniea as a heavenly being. The people look to me as if I am some kind of God; I'm not. I'm nothing more than a man who fell in love with a woman and was therefore dragged into battle to save the world. Of course, then that woman was married off to someone else; and I died alone. Tragic, isn't it?

That's the way life is, it's fine with me. This job, lonely as it is, is fine with me. I don't complain much. Or at least, I didn't until he was born. Now I don't know. Life… if you can call this "life," is but a single coherent obsession. I can't draw my gaze from him. He's beautiful, and sucking me dry like a leach without even being aware of it.

I wonder if this is how the opium addicts on the streets of Altea feel. I think of him at all times; watch him all the time, and when I can't watch I think about him even more. I need to see him, and am only content in doing so. My physical body is gone, and yet I still retain my living form in the afterlife. The reasoning behind this is unclear and something I don't bother myself with, as it doesn't matter. All the same, even as a "heavenly being," I am still finding that my soul contains the capability for the seven deadly sins; and Marth's very presence brings on the lust.

How many times have I fantasized about being with him? Touching him? Caressing him? Loving him? Probably countless times. It's all I have, since I know I'll never be able to truly have him for myself. Even in his death, the prince of Altea will move on to the afterlife; and I will stay here. I can't communicate with the dead; if I could I would have patronized my two brothers for fighting so foolishly for the Altean throne after my death.

Marth will live and die without and knowledge of me or my affections for him. Even now, I watch him getting dressed and-…

"Anri-sama, please give me strength to fight for my people."

… He's been doing that a lot lately. Praying, that is. Praying to me… no idea that I'm actually listening. That I'd give him all the strength in the world if I could. But I'm no God, I'm just a watche-

"And Anri-sama… Someday I hope to make it to where you are now. I would very much like to meet Anri-sama."

Oh shut up Marth. You're so innocently naïve and cute… so sweet… It's sickening, but I love it so. Still, I would never want to curse you with this lonely eternity that I have. Be happy Marth, and live in the ignorance of my existence. Be happy.

I wish I was a God.

Then I could give you the life you deserve.