Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Ame: I realized that I was SOO tired that this whole chapter was messed up and very badly Written so I fixed it...somewhat....
Nato: Ehehe Ame messed up ^_^
Ame: CAN IT DWEEB!
Nato: -_-;;
Ame: ^_^ that's better
Nato: sure it is........
Ame: *glares*
Nato: never mind
Ame: damn right......
Marth:........
Ame: hi Marth! ^_^
Marth: ummm hello.....
Ame: ^_^;;;;;
Nato: baka
Ame: what?
Nato: nothing
Ame: that's what I thought....
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Reclaiming Pharae~~~
Roy was bleeding badly his clothes were saturated in the crimson water. He was starting to feel light headed and woozy as a result.
The tiger like monster glared at Roy enjoying every drop of his pain and angst.
Roy hated it, he hated it's happiness; he hated everything. Nothing in this world is worth living or caring. At that point he didn't care at all, if he lived or died. Everything seemed just so meaningless.
"Go ahead kill me you bastard!" he demanded dryly.
The beast did as he was told; it started to slash up his legs and everything.
Roy wailed in pain as the tiger like monster kept hitting him.
'This is for the best, I'm not good enough for anything...I-I don't deserve to live...'
Then he heard a voice, a soothing sound, like water. "Cane so watsakai watre!" a calm voice casted a water spell.
A rush of cold icy water slammed the tiger into a tree so hard the tree gave way and broke. The beast fell to the ground unconscious.
Roy stared in awe as he wittiness this; he has never seen water magic as powerful as that.
Then the blue haired prince walked out from the trees. "All you all right?" he asked with deep concern.
Roy glared at him in rage, "Why did you save me?"
Marth looked at him puzzled. Normally people would be grateful for being saved, but this wasn't the case.
"I wanted to die!" the auburn haired spat. "I wanted...I wanted to die..."
"Nani? But why??"
"What good will I do here?" Roy winced in pain. "I'm....I'm worthless even if I am a Prince! My father doesn't care for me. All that damn man wants is a good reputation."
Marth grimaced, "Do you honestly believe that your father doesn't care?"
Roy laid on the ground holding in his tears.
"Your father wants YOU to have the good reputation so you can be a well respected prince, and he may be hard on you. But that's for your own good; no one wants a weak feeble prince. Look at your self..." Marth looked down at him in disappointment.
"How would you know?" sneered Roy.
Marth looked at him and sighed, "Do you believe that you're the ONLY one that suffers?"
Roy gave Marth an icy glare, "No, I never said that but it's the fact that no one cares...."
"People DO care, it's just that you won't believe it," Marth said. "But the real question is do you care?"
Roy closed his eyes and put his hands over his ears, "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!!!!"
Marth walked over to Roy and bent down and picked him up from the ground.
Roy opened his eyes, "H-hey what are you doing? Let go!" Roy winced and wiggled to get out of Marth's grip. Unfortunately, Roy was too weak to do anything.
"Stay still, you'll make your wounds worse..." commanded Marth softly as he cradled him in his arms.
Roy grunted and did as he was told.
Marth carried Roy all the way back to his castle, which took about half an hour.
"Stay here," Marth laid Roy on the ground delicately. "I'm going to get something to patch up your wounds....."
"Wai--" Roy couldn't finish speaking for Marth had already taken off.
Roy sat there thinking aloud, "What if he's right?" The Pharaeian Prince settled down on the grassy area and closed his eyes.
"Marth, what kind of person is he?" Roy yawned lazily in the grass. The youth laid on the ground soundly fading away in his dream world.
Marth came back with a leather bag. He looked down at the youth and smiled, "Rest now, I'll mend you up in no time." He Sat next to the boy and started to remove his clothes and clean his wounds
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC
Ame: ehh it was short but hey I want it that way!! So bah!!
Nato: -_-;;
Ame: ^_^ R&R!
Ame: I realized that I was SOO tired that this whole chapter was messed up and very badly Written so I fixed it...somewhat....
Nato: Ehehe Ame messed up ^_^
Ame: CAN IT DWEEB!
Nato: -_-;;
Ame: ^_^ that's better
Nato: sure it is........
Ame: *glares*
Nato: never mind
Ame: damn right......
Marth:........
Ame: hi Marth! ^_^
Marth: ummm hello.....
Ame: ^_^;;;;;
Nato: baka
Ame: what?
Nato: nothing
Ame: that's what I thought....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Reclaiming Pharae~~~
Roy was bleeding badly his clothes were saturated in the crimson water. He was starting to feel light headed and woozy as a result.
The tiger like monster glared at Roy enjoying every drop of his pain and angst.
Roy hated it, he hated it's happiness; he hated everything. Nothing in this world is worth living or caring. At that point he didn't care at all, if he lived or died. Everything seemed just so meaningless.
"Go ahead kill me you bastard!" he demanded dryly.
The beast did as he was told; it started to slash up his legs and everything.
Roy wailed in pain as the tiger like monster kept hitting him.
'This is for the best, I'm not good enough for anything...I-I don't deserve to live...'
Then he heard a voice, a soothing sound, like water. "Cane so watsakai watre!" a calm voice casted a water spell.
A rush of cold icy water slammed the tiger into a tree so hard the tree gave way and broke. The beast fell to the ground unconscious.
Roy stared in awe as he wittiness this; he has never seen water magic as powerful as that.
Then the blue haired prince walked out from the trees. "All you all right?" he asked with deep concern.
Roy glared at him in rage, "Why did you save me?"
Marth looked at him puzzled. Normally people would be grateful for being saved, but this wasn't the case.
"I wanted to die!" the auburn haired spat. "I wanted...I wanted to die..."
"Nani? But why??"
"What good will I do here?" Roy winced in pain. "I'm....I'm worthless even if I am a Prince! My father doesn't care for me. All that damn man wants is a good reputation."
Marth grimaced, "Do you honestly believe that your father doesn't care?"
Roy laid on the ground holding in his tears.
"Your father wants YOU to have the good reputation so you can be a well respected prince, and he may be hard on you. But that's for your own good; no one wants a weak feeble prince. Look at your self..." Marth looked down at him in disappointment.
"How would you know?" sneered Roy.
Marth looked at him and sighed, "Do you believe that you're the ONLY one that suffers?"
Roy gave Marth an icy glare, "No, I never said that but it's the fact that no one cares...."
"People DO care, it's just that you won't believe it," Marth said. "But the real question is do you care?"
Roy closed his eyes and put his hands over his ears, "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!!!!"
Marth walked over to Roy and bent down and picked him up from the ground.
Roy opened his eyes, "H-hey what are you doing? Let go!" Roy winced and wiggled to get out of Marth's grip. Unfortunately, Roy was too weak to do anything.
"Stay still, you'll make your wounds worse..." commanded Marth softly as he cradled him in his arms.
Roy grunted and did as he was told.
Marth carried Roy all the way back to his castle, which took about half an hour.
"Stay here," Marth laid Roy on the ground delicately. "I'm going to get something to patch up your wounds....."
"Wai--" Roy couldn't finish speaking for Marth had already taken off.
Roy sat there thinking aloud, "What if he's right?" The Pharaeian Prince settled down on the grassy area and closed his eyes.
"Marth, what kind of person is he?" Roy yawned lazily in the grass. The youth laid on the ground soundly fading away in his dream world.
Marth came back with a leather bag. He looked down at the youth and smiled, "Rest now, I'll mend you up in no time." He Sat next to the boy and started to remove his clothes and clean his wounds
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC
Ame: ehh it was short but hey I want it that way!! So bah!!
Nato: -_-;;
Ame: ^_^ R&R!