(Before the start of the battle)

(Soldier walks to Marth’s room and knocks)

Soldier:
“Prince Marth… Are you awake? Beggin’ your pardon, sire, but the princess has asked to see you.”

Marth:
“Elice? Is she all right?”

Soldier:
“She seemed to be, sire, but her words implied a certain urgency. She bade you dress quickly and wait by the throne.”

Marth:
“…Has something happened?”

Soldier:
“It’s our forces off in Gra, sire. There seems to ‘ave been some sort of incident, but… Well, I’m not privy to the specifics.”

Marth:
“I see… Thank you. I’ll be there shortly.”

(Soldier leaves conversation)

Marth:
“My sister said she would meet me by the throne.”

Marth:
“An incident in Gra… If Elice had news of our father, I pray it’s good news…”

(Charging towards the throne)

Enemy Soldier:
“O’er there, that’s him! Prince Marth!”

(Marth enters conversation)

Marth:
“Wha- Who are you?!”

Enemy Soldier:
“We’re soldiers of Gra, li’l prince. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll surrender to us without makin’ any trouble.”

Marth:
“Surrender? But that’s ridiculous… Why would I surrender to the army of an allied kingdom?”

Enemy Soldier:
“Meh heh heh… They don’t tell you much, do they? No matter.”
You’ll ‘ave the full story soon enough. Now…lay down your sword.

Marth:
“I will not. I am the prince of Altea. I will not yield to you or any other nation, here on my own land, under my own castle roof!”

Enemy Soldier:
“Heh, you talk big, brat. Have it your way. If you won’t lay down your sword, then we’ll just have to take your life instead!”

(Nearing the throne, most of the enemies are dead)

Enemy Soldier:
“What? He is fighting back? I’ll show him!”

(Enemy soldier moves to sit on the throne)

Marth:
“No! The throne… I have to get rid of him before my sister arrives!”

(Chapter End)

Elice:
“Marth, are you all right?”

(Marth enters conversation)

Marth:
“Sister, what is happening?”

Elice:
“Steady yourself, Marth. I have grave news. Our father was defeated by the Doluna-Grust allied forces.”

Marth:
“What? No…”

Elice:
“It was Gra. Our own ally betrayed us and struck Father’s army from the rear. I am… I am not sure if he is safe. The scouts who returned gave conflicting reports…”

Marth:
“Father…It can’t be…”

Elice:
“As we speak, soldiers sent by Gra are trying to take the castle. Mother and I were separated during the escape. I do not know where she is.”

Marth:
“…..”

Elice:
“Marth, I need you to listen to me. You must flee the castle. Go on without me.”

Marth:
“What?”

Elice:
“We’ve not many soldiers left…This is hard to bear, I know, but the castle is lost. We must face that. I will look for Mother and join you as soon as I can. You find Jagen and get away from here- far away. Understand?”

Marth:
“…All right. But promise you won’t be long.”

(Marth leaves conversation)

Elice:
“Goodbye, Marth. May you live long…”