Footsteps rang out at a fast pace within the castle halls. Not from a spy trying to steal secrets, nor an assassin maneuvering to kill off some nobleman. It was just this young boy running through the hall being… well a young boy. This boy certainly possessed a few iconic features on him. Fair skin, blue hair, blue eyes, and a mark on his right hand that bears proof of his royal bloodline.
The energetic youth had his sights on the big door at the far end of the main hall. The walls floor and ceiling decorated with elegant patterns. He sprinted with all his might and slowed down his legs long enough to halt right before the towering gate. He placed his little hand on one side of the doors and pushed. It slowly swung open enough so that the boy can stick his head out. His face just went alive with excitement over what he saw.
Within was the Throne Room; a vast mural, which depicted the tale of Chrom, was on the walls. A lovely back and white tiled floor stretched throughout the entire ground. It was topped with an elegant dark blue carpet with created a straight path from the door Alexander just opened all the way across toward the two decorative thrones where the Exalt and Queen would sit on. Behind the thrones were two colossal statues of Chrom and Naga standing side by side. At the center of the ceiling hung an elegant chandelier, which was a giant web of steel and candles, which lit up the entire room. But the young boy wasn’t in awe of the scenery, but of the single person within. A noble woman stood alone observing the colossal statues.
“GRANDMA?! GRANDMA LUCINA?!” cried out the youth rushing through the door and toward the distracted woman.
The sweet madam snapped out of her trance and turned to reveal a lady in her 60s with the same color features of blue but with the mark on her left eye. She smiled at the child and responded in a sweet voice, “Prince Alexander, I thought you were supposed to be in the Library studying.”
The little prince put on a sour frown and answered, “But it’s so boring!”
Grandma Lucina maintained her charmed smile and chuckled, “So what’s the little Lord of ‘Boredom’ doing here?”
“Tell me the story of Chrom? Please?” smiled the young prince.
“But you’ve heard that tale so many times. Surely you must be tired of hearing it.” The queen regent implied.
“Oh please please please please please? PLEASE?” begged the young lord.
Lucina never turned down those googly eyes “Alright settle down.” She took Alexander to the two thrones to show him the object in the middle of them, a sword. Decorated in gold and a hilt wrapped in blue “You’ve studied this right? Do you know what this is?” she asked the little Lord.
“It’s the Parallel Falchion. The prince or princess of Ylisse uses this one while the Exalt holds the original. When the next in line becomes the Exalt, he or she receives the original. Then that Exalt passes the Parallel version to their child.” Alexander answered off the bat.
“Very good.” She turned the boys attention to the beginning of the mural and described each of the images as a chapter.
“80 years ago, Chrom was a prince to the Ylissean throne who lived with his sisters, Lissa the youngest and Emmeryn the oldest who was the Exalt. One day Chrom met a stranger who was asleep on a field. This stranger revealed to be named Valiant and gifted with a talent for tactics and strategies. Chrom recognized his gift and made him part of the Shepards. Valiant quickly became not just a keen ally but also a good friend. As they made their way back to the Halidom, these creatures known as Risen attacked them. That was also when Chrom met the enigmatic swordsman who called himself Marth. Chrom and Valiant left Ylisse to request help from Regna Ferox. Not only the Risen were a threat but also the Neighboring nation of Plegia under the rule of the Mad King Gangrel waged war against Ylisse. Chrom and Valiant were victorious against the invading Plegian forces until they attacked the Halidom and kidnapped Emmeryn. When they attempted to rescue Emmeryn at her execution, she sacrificed herself for the sake of her loved ones. Both Chrom and Valiant were forced to retreat back to Regna Ferox. After an eternal hour of mourning, they decided to retaliate for one last fire on Plegian territory. They succeeded and defeated the Mad King.”
“But the story doesn’t stop there right?” the excited little boy asked.
Lucina smiled, “Well I’m afraid that’s all I can share for now.”
“Aww why?” Little Alexander pouted.
“You remembered right? The Western Khan and his family are coming to visit tonight?”
Alexander phased out of his disappointed mood and into the same excited look as he did before the story, “Alright! That means Lenoura’s coming to?”
Lucina answered “That’s right now you better go get ready.”
“Okay!” The young lord bolted back for the door.
Outside the castle walls, a small and simple convoy of troops and a carriage approached the main gate. Two groups of soldiers sandwiched the horse drawn carriage in the middle.
Before them was the main entrance into the castle. A standard barred gate, which can only be opened by a mechanism switch at the top of the wall.
A General led the entire group. Most of them were found on horseback except this one. He was donning the same humongous red armor worn by knights. The distinctive feature this General had was his hair. There were none on his bald shining head, but all of it above and below his lips.
The General was at the front of the gate and signaled the army behind to a halt. The soldiers stopped and the two Ylissean guards approached. One confronted the Knight as the other had his hand gripped around his sheathed sword.
“May I see your superior’s invitation?” the guard requested.
The humorous General curled the tip of his mustache with his finger, “My lad. Surely you know of me. The Great… and Magnificent Tres! General of Arc Company of the Feroxi Army!”
The unimpressed guard stares at the jokester of a Leader with a lifeless look.
Tres tried to keep his humorous smile on but then frowned and sighed “Very well” he grunted and handed the documents to the guard.
The sentry gave the paper a quick scan and yelled, “Open the gate!” and the two guards made way for the convoy.
The barrier of iron slowly lifted off the ground and up the main gate. General Tres signaled the army to move forward.
In the entrance square, which led to the main castle, there gathered a large group of royal family and staff ready to welcome the Feroxi guests. They created a path that let the entire convoy through.
Tres guided the men through the group and halted for the horse carriage to be parked right at the entrance of the castle.
The Exalt himself stood at the stairs of the front door. To no one’s surprise looked exactly like Chrom himself. He had the same hair and all, plus the well-trimmed beard.
Beside him was his wife, a decorated noble woman who was also the dean of the Notresis University of Magic Arts. Golden hair illuminated in the sunlight, eyes gleamed in an emerald green. Her Valkyrie wear shined in it’s light blue. The true beauty of a queen resided in her.
The Announcer who scanned his scroll called the names of the guests of honor “Khan of the Regna Ferox’s Western Realm, Sheng.”
The carriage finally opened to reveal the Khan of the West to be a Red Blade Master who wore his Katanas with pride. He was from Chonsin who worked endlessly to get where he was today. He ran away across the seas and landed in Regna Ferox at such a young age. He enlisted in the army and improved his skills in battle and defeated his Khan when he was 26. The rest of course was history.
The announcer then rang out the last guest. “Daughter of Khan Sheng, Lenoura.”
The little girl had a little trouble as she exited the high carriage, but height wasn’t one to stop her.
She took her father’s hand as they approached the royal couple and bowed in respect.
A new announcer called out the Ylissean royal name “Your host of honor, Exalt Antares and Queen Schnee.”
Antares was usually noble like but acted casual toward the Khan he approached the Sheng with open arms and hugged him, “My friend.” He released the Khan and scanned him. “Gods you’re getting old.”
Sheng laughed “Careful it’s going to happen to you too.” His attention turned to Schnee. “Good to see you still look young Milady.””
The Queen smiled “Don’t make this about me.” She then turned to Lenoura “You’ve certainly grown to a fine young lady.”
The Girl couldn’t help but blush to the comment storm she got “Th-thank you milady… Is Alexander around?”
“In the garden as usual.” Schnee answered.
Antares smiled at the girl “I’ll send someone to fetch you two when dinner’s ready.”
This excited the princess as she bolted for the garden.
Lenoura reached the garden around the Castle. It was a low maze with rows of every flower that can live in Ylisse’s long summers. Trees forested many of the parts. A fountain topped the center of the complex, which streamed the water to all of the flowers, which surrounded it.
The brave girl stepped forward into the maze. One step after the other, it was in her mind to find Alexander. She took the first right on her route. She scanned the possible hiding spots and pushed on. But as she past one space, a figure crept out and leaped at her with in a vertical slice with a wooden sword. At the last second Lenoura pulled out her wooden sword out of her belt at blocked the strike.
“Good Chrom but not good enough.” She played along.
Alexander called out. “I will not fail… Marth. You will tell me who you really are after I defeat you.”
Lenoura expressed a deviant smile “Sounds good to me little prince because that will never happen.”
The two traded glares for a few seconds, then they lunged at each other and their wooden blades meet.