I'm stuck at home and promised you guys this story at the end of last year

I was forced to be away from my computer so forgive my lateness

But here is that big fantasy fic I promised

Will without further ado I hope you enjoy

Symphony of Stardust

Chapter # 1: Taken

The atmosphere in the carriage was suffocating; a bowstring pulled back with an arrow still knotted. They rode through the beautiful rolling green hills of a foreign county, Yet there was silence.

She flipped through an old tale of knights and dragons, her eyes not straying from the middle of the page. But he knew if he asked her about the book, she could answer him automatically.

It had been like this for days, and he wanted to put her mind at ease, considering what was between them. Not able to take the tension anymore, he finally spoke, "You're not still mad, are you?"

She took a deep breath, and he prepared himself for the rant of the century before she finally spoke. "I'm not mad, I wasn't mad" she closed the old tome quietly. "I'm just ..."

"This'll be fun" he tried to sound hopeful, but he could tell by the expression on her face she didn't buy it.

"Marth's not going to be happy about this," she sighed, "he didn't want me to go, and in truth, I can see why" she tucked the book back into a small carrier bag hidden under her seat.

"Luci," he was going to comfort her but didn't get to finish.

"It's Plegia," she gazed outside the window between them "he's scared and doesn't want me involved."

"All I'm saying is, you're the Princess; you have a right to be involved."

"I'm not old enough" she leaned back into her chair, and he could see two different versions of her simultaneously. One of her age, a young twelve-year-old princess, quiet, polite, and small; and then there was the other half, just as mature and responsible as a young woman in her teens, you could see it in her eyes. "at least that's what the council says."

he was almost offended; she was twice the princess they expected her to be, and yet they still saw her as nothing more than a child. "Those old bags don't know what they're talking about; you're mature enough to be involved in politics."

There was a shadow in her eyes as she spoke. "Well, our father was old enough by their standards and look where that put us" he knew what she was talking about, he war wasn't something she directly talked about, but they always knew when she was thinking about it. She clutched the hem of her dress. "Ylisse is still in a panic" there was a bit of light behind her eyes this time, "but if we can get this piece treaty, we can quell their fears, we can start to fix this."

He placed a hand on hers "it'll be fine, Luci" he wanted to ease her nerves, to cheer her up. This was one of those rare moments when she didn't act her age, and this made him protective. She was only three years younger than him, but sometimes he felt like she was far older than him. He needed her mind off the war, just for a little while. "Hyrule is pretty nice, don't you think?"

She looked up at him and then back out the window, the grip on her skirt loosening slightly. "It is beautiful, isn't it."

He smiled, "You've always wanted to come, right. What with all the legends about this place, I would have thought you would've been ecstatic." there was a faint hint of sadness in her gaze, but thankfully not the darkness from before.

She spoke softly, and he leaned in closer to hear her "I would be, if peace wasn't on the line" she looked back up at him, and he leaned back in his seat, and the two returned their gaze out the window "I know what Tiki wanted to do, but ..."

he scratched the back of his head thinking for something anything to lighten her mood "Well think of it this way, Marth can stop worrying about if you're doing okay if your right there next to him"

She shook her head "I don't think me being there will calm him anymore so than usual" she smiled again, and he almost sighed with relief "plus that's what the Professor is there for"

There was a playful smirk on her face telling him she knew something he didn't. "I suppose," he smiled back at her, realizing her mood had lightened. "so … are you still mad you came here, or are you still upset you didn't get invited sooner."

She chuckled, "Roy; you know me better than that," she stuck out her tongue. "I'm not a child."

He ran a hand through his messy red hair and avoided looking her in the eye "... well" a grin threatening to overtake his face

"Roy!" although she raised her voice, he could see her fighting back a laugh and a smile, but he said no more, and she didn't add anything, then there was silence again. This time, however, it didn't feel as heavy as the last; instead, it was a pleasant ride through the countryside.

They rode alongside the river taking in the view of the towering mountains that where split in half loomed over them. They could see large ore deposits and small outcroppings.

Then the carriage came to an abrupt stop.

The two nobles looked at each other before Roy stood. He pulled back the curtain that separated him from the driver, "what's wrong?"

Lucina couldn't quite hear what the driver was saying, but she didn't like how long the conversation seemed to be, then he closed the curtain and stepped over to open the door to step out.

"What's going on?" he gave her a couscous look and turned to leave again. but responded with an amused and almost frustrated tone

"Merchants," he opened the door, "got lost, and now they need to see our map, it shouldn't take long, stay here."

She nodded, but after he left, she began to toss the idea around in her head. Merchants? The idea seemed odd; why would people who made their living off traveling trade need a map? More importantly, wouldn't they already have one?

A crash snaps her out of her thoughts; those were arrows. She stood abruptly. There were arrowheads suddenly breaking though the carriage walls and the sounds of flint hitting steel. Roy was in danger. She reached behind her chair and pulled out the short sword her professor had always advised her on carrying. The thought of a two on one fight seemed unfair; hopefully, she could even the odds.

She pinned herself against the wall when the door to the carriage suddenly opened.

A figure clad in a deep red outfit, a mask obstructing their face, stood in the doorway. She didn't give herself much time to think about it. She slammed the sheathed sword against the figure's knees, forcing them to tumble to the ground. She darted out the door before the intruder could gather themselves.

Once outside, she beheld a bitter sight. Not just one but three archers stood in the same attire as the one who had entered. She looked everywhere for Roy and found a spot of blue amongst the ground, but he wasn't hiding. Whether he was unconscious or dead, she didn't know. She prayed to Naga; it was the former.

She unsheathed her sword, unsure if making a stand was even an option at this point. Surrounded, her only companion unresponsive, and they had distance while she didn't even have armor. She turned and ran, hoping to get out of the pass.

A taller figure stood at the exit. A much larger man, his towering stature reminded her of the wall of muscle ex-mercenary that was her brother's retainer. He was taking slow and determined steps towards her: his weapon, a long and powerful looking blade with magic symbols running through its core.

The room felt so vast, and his guest felt so far. She was overlooking the parchment they had been passing back and forth for the past few hours. Her deep brown eyes overlooking the agreements, he could tell she was evaluating him and his promises.

He felt as if his collar was strangling him. Peace was riding on this agreement.

There was a knock at the door before she could give him an answer. His retainer stepped into the room and stood by his king's side. "Sorry for interrupting your Majesty, but … I need to speak with his Highness a moment."

She didn't answer but simply nodded, and Marth stood "my apologies, your Grace, this shouldn't take long."

Once, the two stepped out of the room and into the hallway. The ex-mercenary closed the door behind the two of them and made a frustrated sigh. "Marth"

The Young King almost growled, "Ike, This better be import-"

"It's Luci," Ike interrupted. "She was supposed to arrive today, but ..."

"But"

Ike didn't look at his king as he clenched his jaw "Sheikah scouts followed the road and found her carriage" he crossed his arms as if trying to control his temper "abandoned at Twin Peaks,"

Marth only stared wide-eyed as his retainer continued, "Roy is with the healers, there was nothing we could do for the driver and Luci ..."

Marth swallowed his mounting anxiety, Ike continued "She wasn't there, but all her stuff was."

Marth slowly raised a hand to his head, trying to steady the cacophony of thoughts in his head "Naga … let this be a dream."

Author's Notes/ Well there you go the first chapter.

Once again, I am making a story based entirely on what happens when I don't bother to double-check facts before getting an idea.

I know according to cannon Lucina should be around 18 or 19, but a simple misread of one of her lines has me assuming she's 12

Again I know this one's short, but it'll get longer.

And yes, Marth is Luci's older brother in this fic.

Also again sorry for the super long wait for this fic, I was stuck visiting family and didn't have access to a computer, but now that I'm back, I plan on kicking it into high gear.

Also, there will probably be a lot of liberal uses of spoilers for Xenoblade Chronicles, Persona 5, Fire Emblem Awakening, and maybe references to stuff that happens in Fire Emblem Fates. However, anyone who plays Smash or Fire Emblem Heroes will probably already know.

~ S. Rosey (7/13/2020)