Naoki07 here. Before we roll into this, I have a few things I'd like to get off my chest. This may be the final update until January 2006, for I am about to take a Christmas trip. If I am able to update tomorrow, I will happily do so, and that update will be the last one until January. I would like to thank all of my reviewers for supporting this project; I can't tell you how much you all mean to me.
I would like to point out other RoyxMarth stories at this time. Hikaru's 'In Writing a Letter' is at my 'Fanfic of the Year' position. The oneshot my dear friend Anima created, 'Light in the Dark', is at a close second. 'Pacify Me', the oneshot created by Akura loves Sanzo, is an endearing fic about the childlike innocence of Roy. That's a small yet radiant gem. 'Three Swords' and 'End of Thought' are RoyxMarth classics; you can't go wrong with those either. I've become a HUGE fan of this couple, and so I go into ecstasy whenever I read a RoyxMarth story. Thank you to all of you that support this couple. I feel like a mother supporting two star-crossed lovers!
I dedicate this chapter to the ones that have made this year priceless. Anima and Hikaru, thank you very much for inspiring me. The two of you remind me that miracles occur everyday, and there are bright stars in the darkest of skies. Anima, you've become a very dear friend of mine. I wish you the best of luck with your projects. AND ROYXMARTH FOREVER! HEE HEE HEE!
I would like to thank these authors for creating other beautiful fics; Moiras, Akura, Opus Triumphant, MissPixel, foolintherain, LilacBreeze, The Several and pkmn7haku123. All of you have made my skies brighter; thank you all for everything you given me. If I am unable to update either tonight or tomorrow, I want all of you to have the happiest of holidays...and I'll see you in January (if school doesn't overtake me!).
The future is mighty bright for these two, for I've got other projects planned...
May this couple stay entangled in the utopia of everlasting love.
Theme song of 'Eternity's Reunion': 'One-Winged Angel' (orchestrated version), 'Aeris's Theme' (orchestrated version)
Main stream of inspiration: 'Advent Children'.
Note: The word 'aya'cha' is the Alrinas word for 'angel'. Roy's voice is compared to Kratos's voice, and Kratos is the God of the Underworld in 'Angel'.
PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS A 'SHOUNEN-AI' STORY. SORRY, BUT THAT ONE REVIEWER REALLY TICKED ME OFF...SO I HAVE TO KEEP REPEATING THE OBVIOUS.
He was pinned to the ground, tied down by ribbons of crimson red blood. Oceans of blue sorrow held him by the neck, and throttled his soul with merciless strength. His eyes were filled with cascades of pain, his heart was throbbing against his chest furiously...he possessed a desire to release a cry of sorrow, but no sound could be emitted from his mouth, for there was a barrier that could not easily be removed. His heart was screaming, his soul was screaming...his body was a pulsating mass of pain...
"After all of this time, I finally have what I want! I'll take you, and gain the ultimate blessing of the gods! You're mine now, Marth, and there's nothing you can do to change that!"
Cruel, vindictive laughter pierced Marth's soul, and tormented it with excruciating force. The young Altean was trapped in the clutches of a demonic soul; his battered body was under the body of his enemy's, and he lacked the strength to remove it from his presence. He lacked the strength to raise a finger, for his body was tied down by a sea of colossal venom. His soul was suffocating under thick, poisonous skies, and he was unable to breathe. The air was so thick, so heavy and cold...the world was so cold and lifeless...
The fire of his heart was nowhere near him...
And he missed him...needed him...
Badly.
He was a lion cub trapped under the claws of a predator. His body was cold, and his heart was screaming for the chance to escape, but he could find no relief. The path in front of him, which had been lit by the fires of eternity, was now a dark and icy path of pain. Beads of hot ice fell from his shivering heart and streamed down his trembling body...as his tormentor made his way into him. The cold claws of his predator tore away at his body's shelter, and threw the shreds upon the floor of the temple. The merciless, sadistic predator ravaged his shivering body, and savored every second of his supremacy. His captive was in his control; Marth could do nothing to release himself from his thirst for power.
Hardin's partner, Riev, was no longer among the world of the living. He fell under a blade, but the blade did not belong to the young Altean. It belonged to none other than Hardin, who assumed that Riev was trying to interfere with his plans of domination. His unstable, shaky soul had pushed right over the brink of insanity-he no longer had the mind of a human being. His mind and soul were those of a hungry demon, and he was willing to do whatever he had to do to attain his precious desires.
His captive was locked in a heavy, poisonous ocean of excruciating sorrow. He had no desire to show himself to anyone other than Roy, but the predator was forcing him to expose himself...and the sorrow flowing through him was indescribable. His eyes were closed, but there were incandescent streams flowing from them, and soft sobs were drifting from his heart. Minutes ago, the Altean and his enemy were entangled in a fiery duel, but the duel ended with Hardin as the victor. Normally, Marth was an unstoppable force of elegance and strength, but he was handicapped during his duel with Hardin-sorrow and frustration clouded his judgment, and dampened his ability to perform. Hardin took advantage of his opponent's blindness and caved in on him; now the Altean was in his grasp, and there was nothing he could do...
But hope.
The malicious demon pressed his lips against Marth's, and sent shivers of immeasurable sorrow through his spine. His bloodstream turned into a river of black ice, his heart crumbled and fell into a chasm of sorrow...
Where are you...?
Why can't I find you?
Please...come back...
I need you.
Roy...
The soul of fire was soaring through a translucent ocean of memories. Waves of crystal clear water rushed into his ears as he made his way to the surface of reality, and his heart pounded against his chest with the luminous ferocity of a sunset. Flames of eternity were burning in the portals to his soul, and they were burning with a potency that could never be equaled until the end of time. Passionate wrath and hope drove him closer and closer to the surface of the pool, and his soul cried out for completion with each step he took.
His heart cried out for soft embraces. It cried out for the chance to make new promises.
It cried out for the chance to see his soul mate's smile.
He answered the sorrowful whispers of his mate's heart, and their hearts fell into an ethereal reunion. The Sovereign of Fire held onto Marth's heart, and protected it with every ounce of strength he had. He was unaware of the danger his mate was in, but he could hear the sad whispers of his mate's heart. Every wind of sorrow tormented Roy, and caused the devotion he had for Marth to surge tremendously. Every whisper caused his heart to pound faster and faster...
He wanted to end the pain. He wanted to see Marth SMILE.
I'm coming, Marth.
I've been torn away from you, but I'll find my way back to you.
I'll find my way back to you, and make sure no one else hurts you...ever again.
And I'll die before I make you cry again.
I'll protect you...
I'll love you...until the end of eternity.
"I'm ready."
Hardin's lips melted into him...like the poison of a cobra. His soul shivered with every venomous caress...it trembled with every stroke, every kiss...
His whispers melted into his ears, and burned a hole right through his heart.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this."
Oh gods...no...no no no...
This isn't right...
Please...find me. I need you...
The pain rose higher and higher. It soared beyond the powers of comprehension, and reached an indescribably high level. Blood rushed from his head, rivers of sweat poured down his trembling soul...tears rushed from his eyes...he became lighter than the smallest feather...
And the world was so cold...
"Roy..."
The end of his journey approached him. His heart rose higher and higher with every breath he took, and the flames within his eyes strengthened themselves with every passing second. He had been presented with another chance at eternity, and not even the God of the Underworld could stop him from taking it. He had been foolish enough to release his precious treasure, and now it was time to return to the utopia of undying light. He knew his place in the world; he knew was nothing more than a mortal, a mortal with a title attached to his name. He knew that his treasure was a sacred blessing from the heavens...and he knew he didn't deserve to hold such a wondrous gift...but Marth's heart was in his care, and he was going to do everything in his power to keep it safe.
There wasn't any more doubt. There wasn't any more fear or uncertainty.
Roy Principality, the Sovereign of Pharae, the son of Lord Eliwood Principality...
...loved Marth...and Marth loved him.
Please...please hurry and find me...
I miss you...
"Aya'cha..."
The two of them were torn apart for an eternity, but they were about to find each other. Their hearts had been thrown into a world of uncertainty, but their hearts were about to meet once again. The truth had been revealed, and now it was time to seal promises of Eternity in the stream of time. Every piece of fear was gone-there was only the hope for the future, the hope for an endless realm of love. The soul of fire had been reborn, and he was ready to take his new chance at life. The blade of pure water was drowning...hoping for the chance to unite with his soul mate. Both hearts were locked in a stream of immortality-nothing was holding them down, and nothing was holding them back. After everything that had occurred, after the events that had taken place, one thing made itself perfectly clear; the two of them would always love each other, no matter what.
Nothing could tear them apart.
Whispers of unrestrained desires poisoned Marth's ears, and tore at his soul. The breath of his tormentor scorched his lips with a silent, vicious ferocity...
"There's nothing you can do. I've taken you, my little pet. It's all over."
The voice that met those words sent shivers down both of their spines. The shivers than ran through Marth's chilled body were shivers of hope; the shivers that ran through Hadin were shivers of disbelief. It was a cold voice, even colder than the voice of Kratos...
"I wouldn't be too sure of that."
Hadin removed his eyes from his trembling captive. He turned away from the shivering angel...and his neck immediately met with the end of a blade. Shock flooded his eyes as he gazed into the eyes of his newest opponent, and his heart ceased its beating. The identity of the newcomer dealt out severe disbelief to him, for he believed that the newcomer had fallen into darkness...
"It can't be! You...you fell! I SAW YOU FALL!"
The Sovereign of Pharae was in the center of the pool, wielding not only a blade but immeasurable anger as well. His red and gold garments were glued to his body, and strands of his luminescent hair were glued to his forehead. His body was drenched in translucent waves of water, which was why his clothing was locked onto his body. His fierce eyes were filled with the greatest fury; a depth of fury that came naturally to his bloodline. The sword his father had passed onto him was a flawless reflection of his eyes-it was a silvery white blade of luminous wrath. He was not the same fragile soul Hadin had pushed into the pool; that was evident. Hadin was unable to remove his eyes from him, and was also unable to stop his fear from rising...
"This can't be! This cannot be! I SAW YOU FALL, SOVEREIGN OF PHARAE!"
The smile that bloomed on Roy's face would have frightened Kratos.
"Well, now I'm back. Did you miss me?"
Hadin crumbled under the young one's smile. An average individual would have died right off the bat; at least that gave him some comfort. He spoke, but his voice was no longer the voice of a bloodthirsty, lustful demon-it was the voice of a frightened killer asking for redemption.
"S-S-Spare me, my lord. I-I'll remove myself from your presence-just spare me!"
His attempt to escape failed miserably. The smile on his tormentor's face became even brighter, and that shattered his soul. An average human being was incapable of producing such a smile; he had never seen such a facial expression before in his life. The sovereign's triumphant smile caused him to realize that he had made a fatal mistake-he had tainted the body of the Altean, and the Altean's mate wanted vengeance. If a Soulbond was violated, the offended member developed a thirst for revenge-it was common knowledge.
Roy was thirsty.
One word left the Sovereign's mouth before his blade buried itself in Hadin's throat.
"Sorry."
A shaft of silver light pierced the air...as Roy's blade took the demon's life.
A stream of crimson red blood emitted itself from the demon's mouth...and the lifeless entity fell to the cold, hard floor...lost in an eternity of darkness.
The winds of cold silence filled the temple, but an aura of warmth was restored in the midst of darkness. The night was still cold, but a beauteous glow of serenity developed within the night, and returned the heart of Pharae's sovereign to a realm of peace. The heavens ceased their trembling and smiled upon the reunited souls, filled with the radiance of a thousand eternities.
Roy removed his eyes from the enemy's lifeless body...and placed them onto the eyes of his beloved angel. Their eyes met for what felt like the very first time, and both pairs were filled with different emotions. Roy's eyes bore a strong resemblance to the eyes of a guilty, sorrowful child-Marth's deep, ethereal eyes were filled with incandescent relief and pain. Their eyes drifted into each others for a million eternities...as their hearts soared through the memories they had shared...the memories they had created with each other. At first, the silence was uncomfortable, for they felt as if they hadn't seen each other in years, but then it quickly became a period of silence that would always be a vital piece of their lives.
Soft sobs were coming from the shivering Altean, and his short breaths were taking the form of small puffs. He was cold, and was unable to shake off the horrendous assault he had been forced to endure. His soul mate, the one he had been afraid to lose, was at his side...and...he was so cold...
Warm, passionate arms wrapped themselves around him, and a gentle heart united with his. A soft gasp drew itself from his throat...as his tears united with the tears of his loved one. Roy held onto Marth as if he were his last lifeline, and used the heat of his body to warm him. Marth held onto him with the same strength, and he never wanted to let him go...
"Here now. We've got to get you back to the hotel-you'll freeze to death out here."
Marth's soft, childlike eyes gazed into his once again. They had been torn from each other...and a demon had just tainted his body...but...
"You can't become ill. I'll never forgive myself if you do, love."
He wanted to speak.
There were a million things he wanted to say. His heart was burning with a million words...his body was burning with a million things to say...
He opened his mouth and was unable to produce anything but a loud, sorrowful sob. He buried his head in the chest of his beloved lover and kept it there...sobbing...
"I...I...I thought...I had lost you..."
The Sovereign of Pharae held him close to his heart, and vowed to never let him go again. The tears of his angel echoed throughout the heavens...and their hearts tied themselves in a harmonious union of devotion. The heavens continued to smile upon the two stars, as they held onto each other...never wanting to be torn apart ever again. The stars returned to the heavens, and resumed their strong vigils of light...as two hearts soared towards the end of eternity.
Ten minutes elapsed, and warmth returned to the sacred temple. Marth was silent; he had cried himself to sleep in his mate's warm embrace. The events Roy had witnessed rushed back to him, and brought him closer to his beloved angel. Marth had always loved him; he had loved him ever since the dawn of time. Their bond was created years ago, and it was born into the world with great strength.
He gave a soft, long kiss to his angel's head, then sank into the blissful serenity of the night.
I did it.
They're safe now.
Soren, Roy's most trusted advisor, opened the door to their hotel room...and made his way into his bed. With a radiant smile of moonlight about his eyes, he laid in his bed...and gazed into the eternal heavens with a peaceful heart.
"I saved them. By the gods, I couldn't be happier."