I DO NOT own Fire Emblem or Marth and Roy
"Roi-kun, are you sure you'll be fine on your own?" Marth asked as he fastened the red gem holding his cape together then looked in the mirror. And staring back was a sixteen year old boy with midnight blue hair, cerulean eyes, and a kind white smile. Then he looked down to see a skinny build, but on top of that skinny build was clothes worn by a regular prince, a powder blue tunic with gold trimming, navy blue pants and boots, navy blue armor and gloves, and a navy blue and purple cape.
"Marusu, I'll be fine." Roy replied as he got off of Marth's bed and stood in front of another mirror. And staring back at him was a fifteen year old boy. But even though he was only a year younger than Marth, he was noticeably shorter than Marth, so he looked up to smile at Marth once he noticed the same thing, who ended up looking down at Roy considering he was a head taller than Roy. But anyway, Roy looked back at himself to find a boy with cardinal red hair, navy blue eyes, and a white smile. Then he looked at his clothes, which were a royal blue tunic with a black undershirt, white pants, and royal blue boots. Then he looked at his chest to find his blue and gold chest plate, then he looked at the rest of himself to see his royal blue gloves. Then, he went over to Marth's dresser and picked up his Sword of Seals and sheathed it, afterwards he pick up the Falchion and walked over to Marth and handed it to him. "Hey Marth, where are you going anyway?" Roy asked as he walked over to Marth's dresser again and grabbed his blue and gold headband and tied it on.
"A meeting." Marth replied as he walked out the door, Roy following close behind.
"About what?" he asked again letting his curious nature take over.
"Well, there are some assassins running through Altea, so we're holding a meeting to see what to do about them." Marth said as they walked outside to find nice, calm, breezy weather, making Marth's hair and cape, and Roy's hair and headband blow with the wind.
"Assassins? In Altea?" Roy thought aloud. "It can't be."
"Roi-kun?" Marth asked looking at his friend. "Are you okay?"
"What? Oh uh... I'm fine. Thanks for asking."
"Well I have to go. See you later."
"Bye Marusu!" Roy called back as he turned to head back into the castle.
"What to do, what to do?" Roy thought to himself as he paced around Marth's room. "Maybe I'll write letter to Father. Just to let him know I'm visiting tomorrow." Roy thought as he got a piece of paper and a pen. "Alright. What to put?" he thought again as he started writing. IN the end, it looked like this:
Dear Father,
Hello Father. I hope you are well. How's Pherae? I'm sure it's great since they have one of the best lords in charge. But anyway,
I'm coming home tomorrow. Prince Marth knows, and I already have my horse. So that means no distraction. I can't wait to see
you Father.
Your son and Duke of Pherae,
Roy
"Okay, the messenger should be here any second." Roy said as he ran through the castle to see the royal messenger standing at the door. "Oh, excuse me sir." he called causing him to turn. "Um, can you please take this to Pherae by tonight?" he asked as he handed the letter. Today was Friday, which was the day the mail for Pherae left.
"As you wish, milord."
"Thank you sir." Roy said as he turned and walked into his own room next to Marth's (which was really a guest room, but he was a guest). "Maybe I'll take a little nap." he thought as he crawled in bed.
Whatever peaceful dream Roy had, was shattered when a sharp object jabbed at his neck. He jolted awake and fell out of bed by the sudden awakening. "What the... Who are you? And what are you doing in the Altean Palace?" Roy asked as he unsheathed his sword. Then he looked around to find three men noticeably taller than him. He decided to dash at the one in front of him, which he found a mistake quite quickly as his launch was propelled causing his sword to fall behind him. "Ugh!" he cried at the force of impact as he dove for his sword, only to be tripped by one of the men. "Dave! Grab him now!" one of the men cried as he went for Roy who was getting up and grabbed him. "Hey! L-Let me go!" Roy cried as he struggled against the man's grip, only to stop when he found another man standing over his sword. "No! Please don't please! I... Mph!" he cried out in surprise as a hand went over his mouth. "Step on it Steve." the first man, who Roy guessed was the leader, making the third man stepped on Roy's sword at the hilt, causing it to split in two pieces. "Mph! Mmp mph m rem!" Roy cried as he saw his beloved sword smashed into two, which at that point, he knew should give up.
Roy's P.O.V
"Step on it Steve." the first man said who I guessed was the leader, making the third man, who I guessed was Steve, stepped on my sword, breaking it in two. "No! Please be a dream!" I tried to say, but it came out muffled. Then the guy holding me removed his hand from my mouth. "How could you! You'll pay for your damned mistake!" I cried in anger as I started to struggle viscously before a sword went to my throat making me stop dead. "Don't struggle, and you won't get killed." the leader said making me glare at him. Then Dave, the man behind me, bound my hands with what seemed like a yard of rope. "Sit on the bed!" Dave ordered, and knowing I was hopeless, I sat on my bed. "Who are you?" I asked shakily, knowing I was gonna cry. "That's classified my young duke." the leader said as one man bound my ankles, legs, and thighs, and the other bound my abdomen below and above my chest, pinning my arms to the side.
"H-How do you know who I am?" I asked as I felt a tear roll down my check, which made the men laugh. "Oh Roy, so young, so innocent. You know, you're a cute little thing." the leader said making me jump. "To bad you won't see day or anyone else ever again." he laughed only making me cry harder. "Honestly, I thought you would be a challenge." the first man said, slapping me in the face, causing me to cringe in pain. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my face and eyes red from crying.
"We want revenge." Dave said as he took off my headband and throw it on the bed. "Wyatt? Write the ransom note?" he asked as he got a piece of paper after receiving a nod from Wyatt.
"R-r-revenge?" I asked as I looked behind to see what Dave was writing, but sadly I couldn't.
"I've already said too much. Time to go milord." Wyatt said in a mocking tone as Steve handed him a black cloth, which was pressed up against my mouth, and it clung to my nose. And that's when fear took over, I struggled against my bonds, not wanting to give in to the fact my consciousness was fading. But it was no use because after a few seconds, I went limp, and my consciousness faded, and I went black.
No! Roy got kidnapped! I finally got to update The Promise, and I really like it. Also, I got a comment asking about the assassins/kidnappers. In my future fanfictions, I will make up characters
Story Questions:
Who do you think will get the ransom note first?
What do you think is gonna happen to Roy.
See you guys l8r! :)
