The Prologue

"Chrom, we have to do something!" The sound pulled Marth out of his sleep, and he slowly opened his eyes. He saw two people standing above him, a man and a woman.

"And what would that be?" the man asked.

"Uh... I don't know!..." the woman turns to Marth and noticed that he was awake. She had cute blonde hair tied into pigtails and wore a brown and yellow dress. She was rather pretty, and Marth immediately felt a heat began to grow in himself as he stared at her. The man next to her was a tall and athletic man with blue hair and eyes.

"I see you're awake now." the man, who Marth guessed was Chrom said.

"Hey there!" the woman said with a chuckle.

"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know," Chrom adds, holding out his hand to Marth. Marth took Chrom's outstretched palm, he took a moment to look at the strange mark on his backhand but is quickly brought out of his thoughts when Chrom pulls Marth to his feet.

"You all right?" Chrom asked as Marth brushed himself off.

"Yeah... thank you, Chrom."

"Ah, so you know who I am?" Chrom asked.

"Not really... I heard the girl call someone Chrom... I just guessed she was talking to you." Even as Marth said those words, he knew they weren't true, part of him knew with absolute certainty that the man before him was Chrom.

"Good guess," Chrom said with a laugh. "So, who are you, and where do you come from."

"My name is... Marth. As for where I'm from... I... I don't really know?" Marth tried to search his memory, but there was nothing to be found except a nasty headache. It was a struggle just to bring up his name.

"You don't where you're from?" Chrom asked incredulously. "That's odd..."

"He must have memory loss!" the girl suddenly exclaimed. "It's called amnesia... right?"

"Correct," a dutiful looking man in a suit of armor replied. Marth hadn't noticed him before, but now that he had, he saw that the knight was looking at him with caution, and was ready to attack if Marth suddenly became hostile. "However, it's still unclear whether or not this man truly has the affliction or not."

"I'm telling you the truth!" Marth said defensively.

"All we have is your word that you're telling the truth. And the word of a complete stranger is always to be taken with a grain of salt."

"And if he is telling the truth?" Chrom asked, looking pointedly at the knight. "We can't just leave him here just because we don't know if he's being truthful or not. The Shephards are supposed to help people, Frederick."

"I still must emphasize caution, milord," Frederick said with a respectful bow. "It wouldn't do anyone any good for some to take your kindness for granted."

"Well, then how about we just take him into the next town. We can sort things out there."

"Hold on a second!" Marth exclaimed. "Don't I get a say in this?"

"Oh relax," the woman said, suddenly beside him. Her proximity was making the warmth inside him grow steadily, and Marth did his best to focus on her face and not on her supple body. "It's not like you have anywhere else to go. And we can do a lot of things in town once Frederick calms down." For a second, Marth had some dirty thoughts flash in his head, and he shook his head to get rid of them. However, as the woman walked passed him, he felt her hand brush his clothed behind, and she swayed her hips as she walked ahead of the group. Apparently Marth wasn't misreading things.