As usual, Marth and Ike were fighting back-to-back, jabbing their swords furiously at the army of Primids surrounding them. As they killed the final enemy, Marth discovered that his sword was missing.This wasn't any old ebony sword, though. No, this was a sword whose handle was made of pure rubies,and there was none like it in the world.It had been passed down through the royal families, and here Marth had lost a sword that his family had owned for thousands of years.Ike tried to console him but his calming words were of no use, so Meta Knight flew over. The thing about Meta Knight was that he didn't get upset easily, but once he did, you might as well have tried to make a cheetah slow down-in other words, so not happening.
Marth glanced at Meta Knight as he folded his wings neatly and sat beside Marth. "Dude, you're not going to cry, are you?" Marth tried to answer, but he was only able to let forth a flurry of sobs. Meta Knight flew up until he was at eye level with Marth. "Dude, there's nothing to cry about. We'll find your ruby-handled sword." Marth wiped his eyes on his dark blue sleeve. "Do you see it anywhere?" Meta Knight glanced around the barren landscape. "Not yet, but I'm sure it's here." Meta Knight flew around the fighting area and set himself onto the dusty path moments later. "The sword's in a stone crevice behind the area where we fought the large primids." The next morning at dawn, two princes and a flying dude admired a newly-polished ruby-handled sword as they continued their adventures on the dusty path that led away.
Marth glanced at Meta Knight as he folded his wings neatly and sat beside Marth. "Dude, you're not going to cry, are you?" Marth tried to answer, but he was only able to let forth a flurry of sobs. Meta Knight flew up until he was at eye level with Marth. "Dude, there's nothing to cry about. We'll find your ruby-handled sword." Marth wiped his eyes on his dark blue sleeve. "Do you see it anywhere?" Meta Knight glanced around the barren landscape. "Not yet, but I'm sure it's here." Meta Knight flew around the fighting area and set himself onto the dusty path moments later. "The sword's in a stone crevice behind the area where we fought the large primids." The next morning at dawn, two princes and a flying dude admired a newly-polished ruby-handled sword as they continued their adventures on the dusty path that led away.
