The Knights Of Jacedonia

Chapter One

Flash forward three years on a early morning. The man and his wife, gone and buried, the two sons barely surviving. Our story does not start with chirping birds fairytales make you to believe in. Our story starts with a nightmare.

Marth woke with a start. He grabbed his sword and jumped out of bed defending himself from nothing. In the bed across the room his brother roy opened an eye grabbed his ball from his bedside table and threw it. It hit Marth on the shoulder. He turned and sliced the air."Marth" Roy said getting out of bed and taking his brothers sword. "Relax. It was just a dream" Roy turned and walked to the cupboard they used for holding a chamber pot. Marth sighed and went to the water bucket and splashed some on his face. Cleaning away the cold sweat on his forehead, he sighed. He made both bed and started getting dressed. A dark blue shirt with black pants. The colors matched his own hair. Black as night with blue streaks. Marth then walked to the fire and set the metal sheet over the rack that had been made. He went out to collect the eggs the chicken had layed. It wasnt much. He walked back in and found Roy dressed in a dark red shirt and black pants. His bright red hair was almost as intense as the fire. Both brothers had dark blue eyes and shared the same type of armor though slightly miscolored and the fact that they shared a common enemy. The warlock Ganondorf. He murdered their parents. Marth felt a tap on the head. He looked at Roy and flicked him. Roy was only 17. Two years younger than Marth. The brothers stared at eachother. Holding eachothers gaze until... "HA! You blinked! I win!" Roy did a small victory dance. Marth smacked his brother behind the head and Roy swore loudly. They sat at the table and ate the small pitiful breakfast. It was almost silent. " we should get some flour if we can today" Roy said. Marth nod and kept his eyes down. The boys got up from the table and began to pull on their armor. The last gift from their parents before their untimely death. Marth's was blue and black. Roy's was red and gold. Each boy fastened their capes with the gems theyd worn since birth before strapping on their swords. Marth's sword called Falchion. Brave and strong. Roys sword perwilink. Trusty and true. The boys left the house and began walking to town. Roy knowing his brother was out of his sane zone distracted him by making jokes and talking about metal types. The boys being blacksmiths and specializing in making weapons and finery. "Knock knock" Roy started. "Whos there" Marth asked rolling his eyes. "Amish" Roy now smiled "amish who?" Marth smiled too. "I didnt know you were a shoe" Roy finished nudging his brother. They burst out laughing. The laughter quickly vanished when they heard a cry for help. "Over there!" Roy said pointing to a fallen cart with a man trapped under it. They boys rushed to him and lift the cart away before turning to the man who took several wheezing breaths before fainting. Marth picked him up and the boys ran through the shortcut to the market and quickly found madame Elise the healer. "Put him there" she pointed to an empty cot and rushed to make a tourniquet and grabbed several herbs. "I will handle him. You boys go on. Ill send for you when he wakes" the boys nod and thank her. They turned from Elise and the strange man walking to their station to start the day.