Yay! 'Tis the great Naoki07 again, and the excitement is at an all-time high! I'm going to take all of this adrenaline and form it into another entry-I hope you enjoy it! Thank you very much!

In this entry, we're going to visit another dimension-a dimension that contains Marth's past. If you are familiar with Marth's past, please note that I will use the meat of it, but I'm going to add a few of my own elements to it. For example, Riev is not a true character from Marth's adventure, but he's going to play a part in my little ficcy. The battle sequences were inspired by the battles within 'Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children'-I can picture them perfectly, but I hope I can do a good job of writing them down!

I'm planning another RoyxMarth fanfic, which is bound to begin next year. The idea for this fic came from the Final Fantasy X-2 intro. The kingdom of Pharae falls under an outbreak of bloodshed, and our couple is sent two thousand years into the future. Both of them are reborn, but their memories of each other are permanent pieces to their hearts. Roy is a captain of a rock band...and Marth returns as a successful political figure (his role is subject to change). Link may join the lineup, but his appearance is still in the air. Unfortunately, this doesn't have a title yet, but I'm sure it'll have one soon!

I've completed the plans for 'Angel', and I'm proud to say that the ending is going to CHANGE THE ENTIRE WORLD! Well, maybe it won't change the world, but it's going to inspire an outbreak of LOVE! SUUUUUUUUUU! I can't wait!

I think I've read too much Pita-Ten.

I hope I do a good job on this entry. This one's going to be a little tricky. I hope it will be enjoyed! Thank you!

Silence dashed into the ears of Pharae's sovereign, and tore his heart to shreds. His eyes were closed against a cold, icy ground...and his heartbeat was making itself known in his ears. His heartbeat was silent, but at the same time, it was excruciatingly loud-it was almost loud enough to drive him insane. His body was a throbbing mass of ice, and so was his soul-he wasn't in the best of conditions. His eyes weren't open, but he knew he was in a world of endless silence...a world that held nothing for him...

Tears tore themselves from his weary heart, and fell onto the ground beneath him. He was cold and helpless-in other words, he was no different from an abandoned kitten. Winds were streaming into his ears, but they weren't sources of relief-they were sources of horrific pain. He tasted the earth beneath him and discovered something: he was in the midst of a barren land. His hands were cold, his chest was cold...every part of his body was frozen, and he was in the middle of a new world. The fact that he was still able to breathe was surprising: Hadin had brought down his blade on him, and so he expected to find himself among the heavens...not in another world. Minutes passed after his arrival, and a thunderbolt of regret shot right through him: he wished Hadin had taken his life away, for living without his soul mate was impossible.

More minutes elapsed, and each minute felt like a year. The passage of time was a horrific, malicious force...and it was a force that unleashed tremendous power. He slowly opened his eyes...and found that his assumption was accurate: he was in the midst of a barren land. The ground beneath him was a light shade of brown, and rock formations were scattered throughout the land. Cold winds were the only souls present, and they were immensely cold. The moon was among the heavens, and the skies were a light shade of blue...

Loneliness struck him like a cold fist as soon as he rose to his feet. Immoderate sorrow flooded into his heart, and brought him back down on his knees. The desire to reach out to someone developed within his heart, but instantly vanished-he knew he was alone, and so his voice would have fallen on silence. The relentless fist of loneliness struck him a thousand times as his eyes scanned the desolate environment. He could barely breathe, he could barely even keep his eyes open...and his Soulbond pendant was on fire. It was dangerously close to falling apart-the distance between his heart and the heart of his mate was too high. Oceans of sorrow flooded into his eyes after a few minutes of silence, and he buried his head in his hands.

A life without his beloved angel wasn't life-it was death.

Every breath he took caused his chest to burn fiercely. His chest burned with every heartbeat, and his arms throbbed with icy pain. His eyes were solid pools of eternal sadness-they were also filled with the desire for warmth. The hatred he possessed for himself was still present...and his desire to look upon the face of his mate increased the hatred...there was a fervent conflict burning within him, and it seemed to be never-ending. Time continued to pass by, but the passage of time brought no relief. He was in a foreign land, lost and confused...alone and lonely...lonely and hungry...

A second passed, and two shafts of silvery white light soared by him. The appearance of the shafts frightened him, but surprisingly...they had no effect upon him. His eyes widened in shock, and they followed the two shafts of light-they were moving at a breathtaking speed, but surprisingly, he was able to follow them. The beams of light were entangled in a fierce duel-their movements made that obvious. Two blades were clashing against each other, and small grunts could be heard-the two shafts of light were warriors.

Roy followed the two of them for what felt like an eternity, and then all time came to a halt as the two beams broke away from each other...and landed on their feet. Both combatants were breathing heavily, and rivers of hot sweat were flowing down their bodies. One bore the look of a wrathful lion, the other bore the look of a triumphant, amused clown...but both of them had their eyes focused on each other, and their eyes were equally fierce. One of them possessed a pair of sharp, intense brown eyes...and the other combatant...

Roy's heart transformed itself into a white diamond of ice, and his body lost every scrap of moisture. Breathing became excruciatingly difficult as soon as he recognized the other combatant...

He clasped a hand over his mouth, and his heart ceased its beating.

"Marth!"

It was true.

Marth was right in front of him...breathing heavily...holding a magnificent blade of silver fire. Wisps of his dark blue hair were glued to the sides of his face, due to the rivers of sweat flowing down his face...and his eyes were on fire. He was the one that had the look of an angry lion, and the lion was ready to tear his opponent to shreds. Roy placed both of his hands over his mouth, unable to believe that his soul mate was right in front of him...even though the Altean's eyes weren't focused on him-they were glued to the one named Riev. Riev looked like a cat that had just snatched up the tastiest canary, even though there were a dozen gashes on his body. The Altean had only received one.

"Well, it looks as though you've managed to sharpen your skills, Lord Marth. I'm pleased with the warrior you have become."

The fire within Marth's eyes increased-his eyes were powerful enough to shame the sun. His voice was no different-it would have traumatized an infant for life.

"You've brought this upon yourself, Riev. I have no intention of letting you live, for your existence is a stain upon our holy grounds!"

Riev's smile broadened, and Marth's hatred increased. Both developments were simultaneous.

"How can you say such a horrible thing, after the loyalty I bestowed upon you and your kingdom? I'm still your ally, aren't I?"

"I made a tremendous mistake when I accepted you as an ally, and that's a mistake I'll keep with me for the rest of my life!"

"Come now. Those Priests suffered no pain. They fell into perfectly peaceful deaths-they're among their kind now, soaring throughout the skies..."

The Altean released a cry of enormous frustration, and another battle ensued. Both of them were went at each other with the ferocity of beasts, and their displays of strength were astonishing-both of them possessed phenomenal agility and power. Their blades clashed against each other, waves of energy pushed them apart...their duel was a duel that burned an eternal impression in Roy's mind. It didn't take half a brain to figure out that he was somewhere in Marth's past-for in the present, Marth wasn't a sovereign: he was his guardian.

Riev's strength and speed were incredible, but Marth was an ethereal warrior that defied every boundary in existence. His blade clashed against the blade of his enemy's as he executed graceful, elegant moves-his elegance brought every being to the greatest shame. Roy had never seen his soul mate display such tremendous power, not even during their training sessions. The Falchion was a ribbon in the Altean's hands, and describing the Altean as a superior dancer wasn't a bad way to describe him, for his techniques were amazingly swift.

Two minutes elapsed, but the two of them had done enough for ten battles. They met each other in a fierce deadlock...their eyes and their blades were tied against each other...and all pairs were shooting off sparks...

"My my my, the Savior of Altea has turned out to be a fine warrior!"

"You'll pay for what you've done, you DISGUSTING WORM!"

A shaft of crystal white light pierced Roy's vision, and caused him to lose his vision for several minutes-the brightness of the light would have blinded an average individual permanently. The vehement duel vanished with the shaft of light...and brought the image of Altea's throne room to life. His new environment sent even more shockwaves through his heart-he had never seen anything within Altea before. All he had were the tales from his soul mate...but he never thought he'd get the chance to look upon the world itself...

He was in Marth's past. He was witnessing his mate's life as the High Sovereign of Altea...

And his mate was somewhere out there, waiting for him...probably worried to death about him...

A blend of fervent sorrow and regret exploded in his heart, and brought him to his knees. His soul mate was still in Charon-and he was lost in a stream of time. He missed him...needed him...

But Hadin's words were true...

And he knew it.

He didn't deserve him-his Soulbond with Marth was the most disgusting sin...

He placed his attention back on the situation at hand, and immediately saw his beloved angel walk into the throne room, accompanied by several guards. He was so close, and yet so distant-that fact alone was enough to drive Roy to the brink of insanity. His angel wasn't in the attire of a guardian-he was in the attire of an Altean prince, and the attire knocked the air out of Pharae's sovereign. His angel's uniform was black, and it was an outfit that screamed with perfection. The end of his cape was trimmed in pure gold, and so was his waist. The band on his forehead was simple, but that too was screaming with ultimate perfection...

The King of Altea was an older version of Marth-his hair was the same length and shade. His eyes held a gentle strength to them, and his features were inexplicably warm. He was evidently Marth's father, and the two of them shared a bond that surpassed the brink of comprehension. His son wasn't in the best of moods at the moment, and that fact brought immense sorrow to his soul, for he loved his son more than anything...

"Father, I'm afraid Marich and Samson lost their lives...trying to defend the shrine. Their lives fell into darkness...right along with the lives of our priests. All of them died at the hands of..."

The King rose from his seat and took his place at Marth's side. The gentle sovereign brought his grievous child into a comforting embrace...and tears ran from both of their hearts...as they held each other close.

"I know of the murderer, and I'll make sure he receives his reward. I cannot believe that one of our own allies has turned against us-this is sorrowful news indeed."

"Father...I feel that war is upon us. Our kingdom is about to fall into a torrent of destruction...and I feel so helpless-"

The sovereign kissed his son's forehead, and brought him into an even warmer embrace. Their hearts united in a bond of eternal warmth...and they fell into a bottomless abyss of sadness. Tears ran from his son's eyes, but he immediately wiped them away...for he could not endure the sight of tears from his son's eyes.

"I know what your heart is feeling, and I cannot agree with it, dear one. War is about to descend upon our kingdom, but your feelings against yourself are wrong. Your presence is not worthless-you are very valuable to our sacred kingdom...and you're a priceless treasure to my heart. My child, you hold the destiny of Altea in your soul...and you have such a long life ahead of you. You're young, and life has so much to offer...I want you to etch your story into the stream of time...even if our kingdom falls. You hold so much within you, my dear Marth...I want you to live...even if I don't."

"..."

Rivers of tears descended from the younger Altean's eyes, and they fell upon the ground as cascades of starlight. The older Altean placed his hands on the sides of his son's face, and gazed into his heart...

"You carry the destiny of our realm upon you...but that is not the only thing you are carrying. There's a dream within you-a dream you have revealed to me many times."

Marth's eyes widened, and they lit up with the childlike innocence Roy was so familiar with...

"My...dream..."

"Remember, my son...there's someone out there...waiting for you. There's a heart calling out to you. Have you found out where the heart dwells?"

The answer Marth gave almost knocked Roy senseless.

"...the heart dwells within Pharae. I do not know who the heart belongs to yet...but...I know the answer will reveal itself in due time."

Pharae.

Marth dreamt of his soul mate...many, many times in the past...

Their love began so long ago...and transcended through time...

Oceans of sorrow overwhelmed the Sovereign of Pharae...and he broke into sobs...

Marth loved him...he truly loved him...

And he endured so much during his past...

There was so much he had to learn about his beloved angel...

"When you find that special heart, my son...you'll receive your wings...and take your place...as the Savior of Altea..."