Disclaimer: Aisu: Moo...We do not own Fire Emblem...Moo! If we did...everyone would be gay... Flare: ...If we owned the world, the WORLD would be gay...
Cloud's Disclaimer: Reading off a piece of paper I do not own anything...not buster sword, not muffin, not even myself...WHAT!? Zack: That's right Cloud, I bought you off eBay! Cloud: Oo Nani?! Zack: Come along drags Cloud off
.....Okay. As Rin and I said. We do not own Fire Emblem. AN: '---' Equals Character change. Roy/Marth, Marth/Roy
The Water that Soothes the Flame
'Damn. ' The flame-haired teenager thought to himself as he wandered through the woods of Etruia. He was tempted to burn the mass woods to the ground for many reasons... he was tired, he was hungry, he was alone, and he was lost as a bat in sunlight. He let out a sigh as he found a small clearing, it was large enough for him to make a camp and there was a river near by that would prove useful for a drinking, fishing, and bathing. Roy unsheathed the sword of seals and chopped a few branches off a nearby dead tree, he carried them to the middle of the clearing and set to work on starting a fire.
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And the teen stumbled through the old woodland. He had been searching for his allies all night. A fight against one of Medius' dragons has separated the Ice Prince from his party and it was quite literally eating him away. Oh what he wouldn't do for something to eat right now; even Sheeda's cooking would make him a happier person. 'Why me?!' he grunted to himself, stepping over a random tree root that he swore hadn't been there a second before.
"For the love of Anri!" He yelled to no one in particular. And no one answered; except a small squirrel that looked like it was mocking him. The azure teen seethed, throwing a rock at the small creature and making it skid away in fear. Where was he? He has no idea! Marth knew the way to Orleans, and this was defiantly not part of it. It was then he saw the beginnings of what seemed to be a small fire going off someyae in the distance. Maybe it was some kind old hermit, who could help him! Oh yes! Things were looking better alright.
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Roy mumbled something under his breath as he blew on the small flame until it began to roar. He stood and stretched...then noticed a squirrel run from the trees before him. In a bit of alarm he unsheathed his blade once more, knowing that animals knew when danger was afoot. The red-headed teen began to move forward, and as he did he heard the rustling of leaves and the snapping of twigs. When the figure began to step from the trees Roy dived into a bush to watch the tall man as he explored the clearing. He heard him call out to no one in particular as he unhooked his sword from his belt.
"Hmmm..." Roy wondered as the azure teen looked down at the fire then around for anyone or anything...that had lit it. Growing bored with just watching the blue-haired stranger Roy jumped to his feet, sword pointed at the other teen. "Who are you..." Roy narrowed his blue eyes and cocked his head to the side.
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Marth blinked in a pure bliss of confusion. This was not the kind old hermit he had imagined. He was inarticulate for a moment, only able to stumble backwards stupidly and blindly grab the handle of the sword resting at his waist. He faced against another teen, younger and male, with wild auburn hair, sapphire blue eyes and clad in battle armor. "I said," The younger boy spoke again, "Who are you!?" the steel blade pointed at him remained faultless. "Marth," the ice prince managed to choke out. "Marth Lowell. Prince of Aritia."
The expression in his face changed and he looked at me as if I were stupid or some drunken coming out of a tavern. The situation was tedious and I was getting more agitated by the moment. "Aritia?" he spoke it aloft. "That's far away, ya know....What would its prince be doing so in Etruia?"
And I wanted to die right then. Etruia?! That was across the oceans! And how did I get here, it shall forever remain a mystery to me. And to make it all worse, I think I did die right then. Yes, I think I did; for when I woke up the scarlet haired boy was looking down at me. When did I get on the ground? Another unsolved mystery. "E-etruia.....?" I whined looking up at him. I don't even think I said it loud enough to hear for he immediately passed over my question and poked me. He poked me in my forehead and asked if I was alright. Oh Anri, why me? Why am I lost in a far off country alone with some boy who pokes me?
"Yah...I think I'm okay..."
"Oh hey, that's good." He stood up and pointed the sword at me again. "Now, who are you really?"
I tried to get on my most serious look, not my I-truly-dislike-you-so-I'm- going-to-tackle-you-right-now look, which is harder to do than one thinks in these kinds of situations. Not that they seem to happen a lot anyway. "I am Marth Lowell."
Oh how hard it is to keep a straight face when you sit up and there's a sword to your neck. "You can't be! Aritias' too far away!"
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