Naoki07 checking in again! Thank you for stopping by! I'm happy to announce that I've made drastic changes to the plot, and here's what I have to say; this is going to be a story to remember! None of you knew the details about my previous plot, and now you're still in the darkness! SU!

Please note that Marth is still going to sing the 'Hymn of the Fayth', which will actually become the 'Hymn of Altea'. He will still assume a Yuna-like role towards the end of our story. Would you like to know what that role is? Do you wish to know what the 'Savior of Altea' is? That will be revealed during our finale!

Thank you for reading!

Chibi-Marth would like to give a thousand shoutouts to Hikaru, who's kicking the crap out of this story. She would also like to give a thousand shoutouts to Tears and Anima, her two precious reviewers. Chibi-Marth now holds up a sign that says; THIS IS A SHOUNEN-AI STORY. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT 'SHOUNEN-AI' IS, THEN THINK OF THE PHRASE 'BOY LOVE'. IF YOU DON'T APPROVE OF THIS, PLEASE DON'T READ!

Sorry, but a certain review urges me to post a warning for every chapter...should I paste big, bold letters on the summary, or maybe in the title...

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Five minutes tore themselves out of time's stream, and the expiration of those minutes left Roy drowning in tension. He was right outside of Altea's grand palace, and he felt as if he had dragged himself through a ten year marathon. His heart was screaming at a fervent pitch, his body was pulsating with fierce pain, and streams of sweat were soaring from the pit of his head. He had spent only a few minutes running throughout the halls of the palace, but each minute was a merciless as a millennium, thanks to the emotions that had tormented him. Frustration, fear and sorrow had driven him to a speed he had never dreamt of before, and they were still wreaking havoc upon his heart. His heart was unable to cease its tumultuous pounding; it was so desperate for an opportunity to end its pain that it practically refused to bring an end to its activities.

His eyes shot into the heavens, and his heart instantly released a cry of anguish. The skies were black; there wasn't a star present, and the stench of destruction was thick. Fierce winds were soaring throughout the desolate heavens, and each wind carried horrific dirge about it. The ground was a solid sheet of ice, the branches of the trees were howling with pain...the entire world was crying in anguish, and acknowledging that pain was excruciatingly difficult. Screams of infinite sorrow were bountiful flames, and souls were being broken in every direction; the young Sovereign of Pharae was witnessing the downfall of Altea, and it was a horrible event to take in. The ethereal world was drowning in a sea of blood...hearts were being broken, families were being torn apart, and dreams were crumbling into a sorrowful oblivion.

He was a few yards in front of the palace gate. His legs were dangerously close to falling apart; they were screaming as if they had been drenched in a pit of fire. His throat was tight, his chest was tight, and his rivers of sweat were enigmatically hot, but he decided to ignore all of those factors and place his attention on the events at hand. His welfare was the last thing on his mind; he was in the middle of an event that shaped his soul mate's life, and wanted to take in every bit of it.

Battle cries echoed throughout the halls of Altea, and each cry held a million chasms of sorrow. Tears were torn from the hearts of thousands, and they made their descent into an endless abyss. Crimson red oceans were torn from the bodies of warriors, and those oceans sank into the soil of the once-peaceful kingdom. Two forces were battling against each other, and both sides were suffering from heavy losses; neither side was going to come out on top. The Sovereign of Pharae was in front of the palace, but his eyes were able to take everything in, for translucent images of the destruction were placed right in front of him. Two minutes elapsed before a familiar battle cry broke through the display...and a wave of sorrow split through his heart. The battle cry belonged to none other than Marth-he had broken onto the scene with Hadin, his former companion.

The Altean's eyes were reflections of his broken heart. Eternal sorrow, hatred, disgust, anguish...all of those were present in his deep gemstones, and they were at their highest levels. Oceans of starlight were soaring from his eyes, and he looked as if he wanted to fall into a mournful chamber of torment...

Hadin's appearance sent a wave of shock through Roy's heart. The Hadin he had encountered in the temple was no different from the Hadin of the past; he had his short silver hair, and of course he had that sickening smile of his. He was a sadistic, demonic lion that had just conquered his greatest prey, and he was basking in the warmth of victory. Marth was drowning in pain; there was no way out for him. The game was over; Altea was now in Hadin's hands...

"It looks as though you've just lost the war, Your Highness. You're no longer in any condition to fight, and your armies have fallen beneath the blades of my armies. You were clearly unfit to be a Sovereign of this grand realm-why don't you give everything to me? I'll handle it all!"

The grip Marth had on his Falchion was killing him. His hands were pulsating with blood...they were hot, indescribably hot...

"Demon! I'll make sure you'll pay for what you've done!"

A shaft of crystal white light broke through Roy's vision, and eliminated the mournful obliteration of Altea. The disappearance of the light found him in the center of Altea's shrine, and tidal waves penetrated his soul in a flash. The shrine was drenched in unbreakable sorrow-he was obviously witnessing an event that occurred moments before Altea's destruction. There was only one soul inside of the temple, and that soul's identity caused oceans to rise into his eyes. It was Marth-he was a few inches away from him, and his back was turned to him. He was sitting in a pool of Elysium flowers...shivering...sobbing...

"Why...why..."

Roy's heart soared out to him, and oceans tore themselves from his soul. He wanted to hold him, comfort him...but...he was nowhere near him...

The Altean gripped bundles of Elysium flowers in his hands, and tore them apart.

His voice rose into the heavens and burned itself into Roy's soul.

"Why? Why can't I find you? Why won't you answer me?"

Marth's heart shattered...and Roy's heart shattered along with it. His heart exploded inside of his chest, and the explosion of sorrow brought him to his knees. Waterfalls tore themselves out of his eyes, and they left with a force that caused his eyes to burn like hell. The throbbing of his body became greater and greater...the sorrow of his mate's heart was too strong to endure...

Roy released a cry that met the sorrow of Marth's cry perfectly.

"Marrrrrrth!"

I'm right here...I'm RIGHT here...damn it, I'm right here...

He never knew...love could hurt so much.

He spent an eternity in pain, sobbing...because of the waves breaking his soul.

He shivered...and shivered...

He became acquainted with a depth of sorrow he could never comprehend.

It was too deep to measure, too deep to understand...

All he knew was...that it was painful...painful beyond comprehension.

He shivered and shivered...tears tore themselves from his heart...

He could feel the emotions of his angel's heart, and they were horrible...too hard to carry...

Marth...I was right there...I've been with you, all along...

Five eternities passed...before a gentle, warm hand fell on his shoulder.

A gasp tore itself from his throbbing heart, and he gazed into a familiar face-

"Soren?"