(Frey and Abel move towards Marth)

Frey:
“Sire!”

Marth:
“…Frey! Abel! You’re alive!”

Abel:
“Yes, sire. Princess Elice bade us protect you. Sir Malledus stayed behind to accompany her.”

Frey:
“Sire, we must be quick. Sir Jagen awaits us at the gates.”

(Brief exit of dialogue, shows enemies appearing)

Abel:
“Blast! This will not do. How did Gra’s soldiers ever make it this far?”

Marth:
“Jagen and the others will be caught like mice…We need to seize the gates and secure the area, immediately.”

(Beginning of the battle)

Enemy Soldier:
“Now who’s that who thinks they can sneak up on us? Ho ho… What’s this? I spy the Altean prince. Oi, listen up, you lot! Bag the prince! Dead or alive, he’ll fetch us as sweet a reward as the mind can conjure.”

(When approaching the enemy archers)

Marth:
“Hmm, they have archers… We need to take care they don’t pick us off from afar.”

(Chapter End)

Jagen:
“Sire, it gladdens me to see you in one piece. It’s not safe for you here; we must be away at once!”

(Cain enters conversation)

Cain (from a distance):
“Prince Marth! Where are you? Answer me, sire!”

Marth (from a distance):
“Cain? …That’s Cain!”

(Cain moves in closer)

Marth:
“Cain, you’re supposed to be in Gra! Why have you returned without-“
Yow! Those wounds…!

Cain:
“Sire, it’s really you…I feared the worst. That his message would go undeliv…Agh…”

Marth:
“In that state, I don’t know how you even stayed ahorse. Those gashes must be treated at once-“

Jagen:
“No, sire. Not until we’ve escaped.”

Marth:
“…Cain, I trust you can put off bleeding to death for just a while longer?”

Cain:
“Of course, sir… I aim to please…”

(Screen switches to a different conversation between Malledus and Elice)

Malledus:
“Princess Elice! The enemy is nearly upon us! Gather your things, quickly!”

Elice:
“No, Malledus. I am staying here.”

Malledus:
“S-staying here?! What madness is this?”

Elice:
“Too many people have died to keep Altea and its castle safe. I cannot abandon what so many lives have brought. With Father and Mother unaccounted for, I am the natural choice to remain with Altea’s people. And besides, by staying, I can buy time for the rest of you to escape.”

Malledus:
“Nonsense. Just gather your things, and-“

Elice:
“Malledus. I am not suggesting. I am commanding. If something befalls Father, Marth will become the last person in the entire world worthy of wielding the Falchion. I want you to guide him, Malledus- even when the rest of us no longer can.”

Malledus:
“Princess…I will try my best.”

Elice:
“There’s not much time. Go, Malledus. …Go!”