Long time no see fans! I am SO sorry for not writing this for so long! D: Real life hit me HARD this year; deaths in the family, college... but I'll be writing more of Marth x Roy now that I have my muse back :)

ENJOY!

23. Thunder

Nine-year-old Marth watched the rain at the window with his best friend, seven-year-old Roy. Although the rain was quite relaxing to the young prince… the thunder was a different story. He shook slightly when lightning flashed, and as soon as the thunder roared, he squeaked and hid underneath the covers.

Roy, on the other hand, watched the rain and thunder, mesmerized. His eyes grew wide with joy as the lightning flashed, and the thunder booming.

When he heard the squeak from Marth, though, he turned to him. "Marth? What's the matter?" He asked, tilting his head.

Marth shook slightly, scared. "Th-the thunder… it's scary…" He mumbled, whimpering.

"But the lightning's so pretty. And the thunder won't hurt us as long as we stay inside." Roy reasoned, hoping that Marth would watch the rain and thunder with him again.

"B-b-but…" Marth slowly uncovered himself from the blanket, but when thunder boomed again, he yelped and hid under it again. "It's gonna get me…"

Roy shook his head, frowning. "No it won't. I'll protect you from it." He grabbed his toy sword, raising it in the air, a smile on his face.

Marth slowly looked up, slightly comforted. "Y-you'll really protect me?" He asked.

"Of course!" Roy nodded as he put the toy sword down. "No thunder will take my best friend from me!" He raised his fist proudly, a bright smile on his face.

Marth smiled brightly, now comforted, and he hugged the younger boy. "Thanks, Roy. You're the best friend a prince could ever ask for!"

Roy chuckled, hugging him back. "Friends have to watch out for friends, right?"

Marth nodded. "Yes."

Seventeen-year-old Marth let out a battle cry as he lunged at the Mage, stabbing him. The Mage screamed, and he fell to the ground, bleeding.

It was an ambush by an army of Mages, and Marth and his army were fending them off from their camp. The thunder and fire flew around, hitting a few of his comrades.

Marth didn't show it with his body nor his face, but he was actually frightened: those thunder attacks… they would kill someone if they hit.

When he killed a Sage, he heard a cry.

Marth froze. Roy.

Roy was staggering slightly, his left arm charred black. He was hit by a Fire tome. He looked up to see the Mage who attacked him grab a Thunder tome. He chanted a spell, and the Thunder was about to hit him…

"ROY! MOVE!"

Before Roy could react, he was pushed out of the way by Marth, staggering, but he stayed on his feet as he watched.

Marth placed his sword in front of him, and he blocked the Thunder attack. His heart was beating, and his breath held. He could have died if he wasn't fast enough by the Thunder… but Roy was safe, and so was he.

With a roar, he lunged forward at the Mage and stabbed him to death.

When all was said and done, he rushed to Roy's side.

"Th-thanks…" Roy whispered, holding his charred arm.

"Roy! Are you all right? Did I hurt you pushing you out of the way? Do you need anything?" Marth threw questions Roy's way, but it was funny and cute to Roy.

Roy chuckled, "I-I'm all right. Thanks for saving me back there."

Marth sighed, relieved that Roy was safe. "Like what you said years ago; friends have to watch out for friends, right?" He smiled.

Roy smiled fondly, remembering the quote years back to that day. "Of course…" He raised his sword skyward, like he did when he was a child.

Marth smiled at Roy, chuckling.

Constructive criticism is welcomed! Also, requests for a theme are still open! But like I said, it has to stay in the medieval times.

Hope you like it friends!

Beta reader: Zulera301