Shades of the Exiled
-Eleven-
Worthless
They want me to save the world when I can't even save my own kingdom? I'm useless, I'm worthless, I can't do anything. There are people dying for me and I can do nothing but sit here and run away like a coward. They should just call me Marth the Craven Prince instead.
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The boat rocked back and forth in time with the waves, and Marth felt just a little queasy from it. Rarely had he left Altea, and when he did, it was by horse or by foot. In fact, Marth had never been on a boat before this, not in his recollection, anyway. He sat in the corner of the ship farthest away from the water as possible, with his knees drawn up to his chest.
I couldn't defend my country.
He moved his knees away from his body and held his stomach instead, the nausea coming back now. He had 'fed the fishes' twice already, in between the tears for his father, his missing mother, the sister who opted to stay behind so he could leave…
It's my duty to protect Altea and its people, and I failed. I'm worthless as a prince – worthless.
And now he was expected to save the entire world when he couldn't save his home.