A/n- Hello!! Second chapter!! Maybe this time I'll get more reviews than last time, but I am so happy that one person review last chapter, and that is, Volume-5!!!!! You are awesome, and I dedicate this chapter to you! Ok, chapter 2, coming' up!

When Marth finally caught up to his brother, he noticed that something was wrong. A pack of birds were flying south, into territories where eagles were likely to nest. Being the skilled woods-men that he was, he immediately knew that danger was up ahead.

"Roy did you notice-"

"Yes, I did" Roy responded as he started to walk east.

"Well, don't you think that we should go check it out? Someone could be in danger!" Marth grabbed his brother's shoulder, causing him to turn around and face him.

"No!" his brother snapped back, "Damn it Marth, don't you know? We should not draw attention to ourselves, the whole country of Lapiti wants us dead!"

This took Marth by surprise. His brother almost never showed emotion. His face was always hidden behind a mask. It was unlike him to become so enraged in such a small amount of time.

"Roy, I know this well. But I would happily give my life if it meant to save my people."

'Great, I hate it when Marth starts to act heroic.'

"Stop acting like your father! You will-" Roy's train of thought was interrupted by an air-splitting scream.

Roy started to run in the direction in which the birds were headed from. "No time to gloat brother, follow me!"

But little did Roy know that Marth was already half way to the place where the scream had emitted.

When Marth arrived at a clearing in the woods, he noticed two things, one, that Roy was a very slow runner, and two, that he was very lucky that I had arrived when I did.

Up ahead there where four figures, two male, two female. The female figures were apparently struggling, and judging by the 2 swords and shields that were held by the men, which were too small for them to wield, they were being robbed.

Marth wasted no time. Unsheathing Falchion, he charged in silently, hoping for a quick kill, and attempting to thrust his sword into the spinal cord of his enemy. Although light on his feet, he could help that his armor calked together as he ran toward the first man. The bandits ears quickly picking up the sound of clanging armor, he spun around, and quickly side-stepped the blow that would have killed him.

Drawing his own sword, the bandit clumsily swung it around, only succeeding in landing on his own bottom like a child who gets to dizzy. Roy, of course, had appeared by this time, and analyzing the situation, began a heated battle with the second robber.

Eventually both grew tried from fight these untrained savages, and were backed into a corner. What both brothers did next stumped both the bandits.

They cut themselves.

Pressing their blades against their fingers, blood started to trickle down their appendages. They then put their fingers on the blunt end of their blades, and with a quick flick of the wrist, a single blood streak was formed from one end of the blade to the other.

The bandit's eyes opened wide. They could only stare at the sight before them. Falchion and Durndral(what I'm calling Roy's blade) started to glow!

Falchion was surrounded by a black aura, while Durndral was engulfed in red light. Looking at each other and nodding in satisfaction, the brothers turned to the fear stricken pair, and with one quick lunge, drove their blades into the bandit's chests.

With Durndral protruding from his chest, the bandit howled in pain as he burst into flame, the inferno incinerating him and all that he held. Watching what happened to Marth's victim was simple awe-inspiring. All the shadows in the area seemed to converge on one target. Falchion. The man was suddenly covered in darkness, as if he had become a shadow himself. There was then a sickening crack, and as the shadows retreated from whence they came, the man fell limply to the ground, all his bones shattered.

The blood streaks then disappeared from their swords, and, as if nothing happened, both sheathed their swords and walked calmly over to the awe-stricken girls.

"Are you alright?" Marth was the first to speak up.

Hearing the man's soothing voice brought the sisters back from their thoughts. "Um, yes, were fine. Thank you", the one girl with short blonde hair and blue armor bowed, "we are in your debt."

"It was our pleasure." Marth bowed, returning the gesture. This made the girl's cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.

"May we ask your names?" Roy stepped forward.

"Oh, I'm sorry, how rude of us", the other girl, dressed in red armor and blonde hair pulled back in a pony-tail, stepped forward in the same fashion, "my name is Sophitia, and this is my younger sister, Cassandra."

Marth smiled, "Pleased to meet you both."

"Now, we must be on our way." Roy stated before beginning to walk back down the path.

"Wait!" Cassandra cried out after him, "um, well…..how do I put this……uh, that bandit, the one that was set on fire, was carrying all of our stuff. We have no maps, no shelter, and no food. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is-"

"Could we travel with you?" Sophitia was tired of her sister's rambling, so she cut her off.

"Of course!" Marth began, "We'd be-"

"No," Roy stated bluntly.

"No? What are they to do brother? Wander around the woods and starve?"

"That is not our concern." Roy replied coldly.

"Yes it is brother," Marth said with a serious look at his place, "as the only heirs to the Alteain throne, it is our duty to protect everyone who lives in this country!"

Roy, his back still turned to the group, was silent for a few minutes. Then, after a silence that seemed like an eternity, Roy finally answered, "Fine."

"Thank you brother." Marth then turned to the sisters, "you can-" but apparently Cassandra had already heard, for she had embraced Marth in a hug. "Thank you," she sobbed, hot tears running down her face, "you don't know what this means to us."

At first Marth was surprised by her sudden actions, but he eventually returned the embrace and whispered softly, "Your welcome."

A/n- BOOM!!!! Finally finished!! I had the worst case of writers block, but don't worry, I already have the next chapter brewing in my head! So pleeeeeeeeeeease review!!!!!!

-Triple O