I forgot it again... anyway, see my profile, I recently put up something I would like people to see.
Marth fidgeted a little as he sat in the suprisingly comfortable armchair of Ike's living room. As said owner seemed to be trying to figure out what to say, Marth took a look around. Ike lived in a modest house of average size, it seemed. There was no sign of his and his sister's guardian however. Marth also noticed that it was sparsley furnished, as if they were ready to pack up and move at a moments notice. In fact, the armchair he was occupying was the only furniture they seemed to have other than a coffee table, which was filled with a few files Marth assumed was homework. Looking at the walls, he saw there were no pictures up either. Was Ike leaving?
"Marth, what do you think of mercenaries?" Ike asked carefully, startling said person out of his thoughts. What kind of question was that? He took a minute to formulate an answer in which Ike patiently waited.
"I guess it would depend on the particular mercenary. Like with everything, there are exceptions to stereotypes. I have no doubt that there are some good ones." He said. Ike gave a small smile, more like a smirk, at that answer.
"I'd hoped you'd have an answer like that. The time has come for you to learn who you are, Prince Marth." He said, completely throwing said person for a loop again. Marth knew Ike didn't joke around, yet this was so...unreal. A joke was the only thing Marth could think of to answer this situation. Ike paused a moment to gauge his friends reaction, apparetnly satsified with the lack of protest, he continued.
"You've been fealing a particular fascination with our recent studies haven't you? About Altea?" At Marth's nod, he continued, "It's to be expected. Legend has it, centuries ago a hero rose and protected the kingdom. For a time, he ruled peacefully, having driven out a great evil that threatened it. However, he was aware that one day the evil would return and thus, he sealed his sacred sword the Falchion, so that one day, his heir could take up his mantle and finish what he started. My family has been keeping track of his line for generations, and currently there are two candidates for this task. You and your cousin, Chrom. Your father was the prince before you however, making you the legimate heir to the throne." Marth didn't know what to make of his friend's tale. Ike never joked, and this had a lot of detail, yet it was so bizare! Him, a prince that was destined to take his ancestors mantle? It was...oddly fitting. Not that he thought himself above others or anything, but something in him agreed with what Ike was saying, but where did mercenaries come in? What did he have to do?
"Your oddly accepting. According to prophecy, a secret mercenary will guide you to Altea. The only one who fits that posistion is myself. I smuggled some of my team in various parts of the city, but they won't be able to accompany us. The enemy knows a few of there faces. For now, I want you to visit one specific member, he is a healer and has agreed to make sure you are physically ready for the mission." Ike said after a moment. Marth took a sharp intake of breath.
"Are...you saying that...all this was set up? Are we really friends, or am I just a mission? Why now?" He asked, feeling betrayed somehow at this particular revelation. Ike sighed, as if he feared that reaction.
"At first you were...a mission. You grew on me though. Almost like a brother. I promise, I will protect you Marth. I won't hide anything again, not now that there is no reason to. As for why now...Roy is the biggest clue. Everything is coming in place for the prophecy. Just ask, I'll tell you anything now." Ike spoke with an uncharacteristic regret at the beginning, but his determination came through in the end. Marth was caught off guard with the shear passion of it. It was all so surreal. His childhood friend was a mercenary assigned to monitor his family from the beginning. Marth's curiosity then kicked in and the two spent the rest of the night talking about what was to happen. Marth would withhold judgement for now, and try to see what Ike saw. He trusted his friend. Elsewhere, Roy sensed a change in the air, as did a blonde girl with red eyes in another location. As well as a white haired boy, who gave a brief, malicious smirk. In an apartment at the outskirts of town, a goddess and an angel shared an uncharacteristic determined look.
Three weeks later, Roy noticed something wrong. People were eyeing him strangely. Zelda in particular seemed to be trying to figure him out. It wasn't until a teacher stopped him that he realized why, and rushed home.
"Father, the spell seems to have lifted." He said in a slightly panicked tone. Eliwood quickly went into knight mode and made a thougthfull noise as he muttered a few things. Roy realized he was running through the senarios where it was possible.
"Could something have happened to Robin?" He muttered. Roy's eyes went wide. Robin, he hadn't seen him in a while!
"I think it's time." He said after a moment. Eliwood hummed in reply. Taking that as a cue, Roy went to his room to pack for the inevitable. Eliwood sighed, dissapointed that he wouldn't be able to help his son.
I know, stupidly short. But I kept you guys waiting too long for absolutley nothing, so as soon as I remembered this story (saw it on my story list) I typed this up all in one night. Sorry. Also, I'm really out of it right now. Might take a short break from writing fanfiction and just sleep.