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21. Sunrise

Marth jolted awake, cold sweat clinging to his face. His heart was beating like a war drum, and disorientated terror hit him. However, when consciousness intruded, he realized … it was just another nightmare… a nightmare where, in the middle of an ambush, he lost Roy. The nightmare gave him no ease, waking him up every night, screaming.

Looking around, he noticed the bookshelves and the dirt floor. He heard crickets from outside, and the smell of pine trees hit him. His tent. Not ambushed … not fighting. Safe.

Thank Gods…

He laid down, trying to get back to sleep. He twisted and turned, trying to fall asleep. His eyes refused to let him sleep, and his heart continued to pound as it had during the battle in his dream. He watched as one of his enemies stabbed Roy. His blood ran cold, a shiver like the hand of death running down his spine, the boy's screams and cries tearing into him. He saw and smelled blood that seeped from the boy's body as he laid there, lifeless.

Sighing, he decided to get some fresh air. He got up from his bed and walked out of his tent, trying to keep his mind off of the dream.

When he walked out, he noticed Roy standing at the training grounds.

"Roy?" Marth asked. What was he doing up?

Roy jumped, and spun around, a comical expression of shock flashing across his cute features. Marth heard Roy sighing. He guessed that it was just a sigh of relief.

"Oh, Marth," he greeted. "What are you doing up?"

"I was about to ask the same thing," Marth said.

"Well …" The red haired boy sighed. "I had a nightmare … where I lost you."

Marth stared at him. He was having nightmares as well?

"Me too." Marth responded.

Roy looked up at him. "Really?"

Marth nodded. "I have nightmares where I lose you as well."

Roy stared at him. "I … see."

The two sat down near the training grounds, saying nothing for a few minutes.

The prince started to think … he wished he could tell Roy his feelings. He squashed them down hard, however, he was not sure if Roy shared the same feelings. His palms broke into a sweat, wanting to take the other boy's hands. His breath caught in his throat, as if someone was choking him. His heart hammered in his chest. He needed to tell him.

"Roy?"

Roy's attention turned to Marth. Marth stared at him, his breath still caught in his throat as he tried to say something.

"Do you think… do you think it's strange for a male to love another male?"

Roy stared at him. "Uh… I don't think so… why did you ask?"

This is it, Marth… Marth thought. Tell him your feelings!

Marth's breath caught. "I … you …"

Then, Marth felt warmth on his face. The golden colors and light from the sky shone on the two. Marth looked up to see the sun rising. It was beautiful; its golden rays and its lights shone around the sun. The light amazed him … it reminded him how much he loved Roy. He was so cute … he loved his wonderful, blue eyes, his spiky red hair ... He turned to see Roy, also staring at the sunrise.

"Marth … isn't this beautiful?" Roy asked.

Marth nodded. "Yes it is, Roy."

Marth's heart began to pound. His palms sweat, and he felt light headed, his skin alive and tingly. He has to muster up the courage to tell him. "Roy … this sunrise reminds me … it reminds me of how much I … I …"

He inhaled. "I love you."

Roy stared at him in shock. "Wh-what?"

"Roy … I know this sounds strange, but … I love you, more than anything. I-I don't know if you will return the feelings, b-but …"

"Marth …" Roy whispered, sliding closer to the prince. "I … I love you too."

Marth stared at him. "Roy …"

The prince saw Roy's face turned up toward his. The tip of his nose was soft and warm as it brushed his own nose. Then, to his surprise, Roy's lips met his. He felt his hot breath on his own lips. Marth blushed, his thoughts flying everywhere in his head. His stomach filled with butterflies. He felt like his heart was about to explode. It was passionate … and beautiful … just like the sunrise …

When their lips parted, Marth smiled at him. "That was lovely, Roy."

Roy just smiled as Marth snuggled with him. He placed his head on Roy's lap and fell asleep.

Roy's fingers trailed through Marth's blue hair-gentle, slow caresses that eased him into sleep, a blissful smile on his lips.

"Good morning, my prince." Roy's whispers reached his ear. The sunrise's rays not only warmed his face, but his heart as well.