FE12 Story Script Rewrite (Chapter 4: Joy and Sorrow.)

Chapter 4: Joy and Sorrow






Opening

(Location: Holm Beach.)




Marth was unable to reunite with Princess Minerva, and so,

in order to help Ogma and the Grustian royal children,

he decided to visit Pontifex Wendell, who was once the childrens' guardian.

However, the "Holm Beach" where Wendell resides,

is now the dominion of the infamous “Macedonian Vikings”.

Countless pirates stand in Marth's path.

Can he and his army reach Ogma and the children in time?









Chapter Begins




(If Kris got a haircut from Wrys)


Marth:
Kris, are you here? Wh-what in the blazes!? ...M-may I ask, what happened to your hair?

Kris:
Father Wrys cut my hair for me. Is something wrong ?

Marth:
...He, uh, certainly did. ...Well, if you like it, then wonderful. ...... W-well then, let's begin the war council.

Kris:
Yes, sire.




(Battle Preparations)








(Ready to Fight)




Ogma:
Yuliya, Jubelo. This place is notorious for the Macedonian Vikings. If we could, we'd stay the hell away, but the village where Lord Wendell resides is just past this area. We've no choice but to cross through.

Jubelo:
Mister Ogma... I'm scared... Can we go back...?

Yuliya:
Jubelo! Get a hold of yourself! You're a man, are you not? Show some spine! You can use a Fire tome, can't you? So... fight with it!

Jubelo:
But Master Wendell said that we mustn't fight... Besides, I don't like fighting.

Yuliya:
Ugh, stop complaining! It's just you and me now. You have to... stay strong, because I...sniff... I don't know what we're supposed to do...

Jubelo:
Oh... I'm sorry, Yuliya... I'll do my best, so... please don't cry!

Ogma:
Damn...! This can't be good... We've been spotted. Kids, we've got no choice; we're going to have to cut through. Don't leave my side!






Map Start





(Houses)



1# Man:
These days, all them bandits and pirates've been doin' as they please.                                              Geez. This wouldn't 'ave 'appened if it weren't for all them political tomfoolery.





2# Girl:
Wow, those "Star Shards" are so shiny and pretty. If you hold on to them, something good might happen to you!






3# Boy:
D'you know of a staff called Rescue? I hear you can bring faraway allies right next to you in a flash! It'd be so cool if it were true!







(Fighting Sirius)

Sirius:
Touch me and I'll strike you down.






(Sirius dies)

Sirius:
How... foolish of me...







(Recruiting Sirius)


Ogma:
And just who the hell are you? Are you in league with the pirates?

Sirius:
I am Sirius, a mere traveler.

Ogma:
...My apologies. I'm a little bit worked up right now. Sorry about the mix-up.

Sirius:
Those children...

Ogma:
I'm taking care of them. Do you know them?

Sirius:
No, I don't... But I do know that, as things stand, you won't escape with them. As I understand it, the Altean army should arrive here, provided you reach the southern village. Please, allow me to distract the bandits, while you make your escape to safety.

Ogma:
So Prince Marth is here, eh...? Got it, thanks. I've got to ask though. Why help a group of complete strangers like us?

Sirius:
I want to help you and the children. ...That is all.

Ogma:
I see... You said your name was Sirius, right? Let's meet again after we both get out of here. There's someone I need to take care of... The guy in charge of Grust's occupation, General Lang. I want to avenge a man named Lorenz... I want you to join me. Together, we shall make that scum pay for his crimes!

Sirius:
Yes... I'll gladly help you. But first, you have to survive. Hurry and go!









(Receiving Wendell’s magic tome)


Man:
Oh, you're... you're... the prince of Altea! How nice of you to drop by, milord!

Marth:
Hello there. I heard Lord Wendell was living here. Would you please take me to him?

Man:
Yes, that, er... was correct... Thing is... Yesterday, a group of Archanean soldiers suddenly came and took the pontifex away. I'm sorry Prince... Although... He did leave this magic tome behind. I believe it's wind magic. Please, take it with you, milord.











(Reinforcements warning)

Gail:
Gahahaha! Won't be long now 'til my boys, hidden in the forts, all spring out 'n' attack. I can almost see the precious looks on their dumb faces!











(Recruiting Castor)


Marth:
...Castor, is that you? What brings you to a place like this?

Castor:
Ah, Prince Marth! Erm... Actually, I need money for medicine for me sick mother. But I couldn't find any work in Talys, so I moved here instead.

Marth:
Really? That's terrible... I do hope your mother gets better. Well, goodbye then...

Castor:
......... Wait!! Me mother, she's really sick... I need money, sir...

Marth:
Hm? Oh! You were asking me for money? Sure. Take this. It's only a little, but I hope it helps.

Castor:
Oh... Thank you, Prince Marth. You don't have to be so kind to a guy like me...

Marth:
Castor... That's a bit much. It's only natural to help someone in need.

Castor:
No, Prince Marth! You've done so much for me. I want to help you. Please, let me fight alongside you. You have me life at your disposal!









(Fighting Gail)

Gail:
I-I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking! ...Gahaha, just kidding! I'll be smashing your pretty head in!!








(Defeating Gail)

Gail:
Ugh...! I'm outta here! ...I won't forget this!!






Map Clear!!






Caeda:
Marth!!

Marth:
Caeda! Why are you here? ...Did something happen?

Caeda:
Marth... Altea... Altea was attacked by the imperial army... The Archanean League... Gra and Aurelis ambushed us... Our forces were annihilated and we lost the castle...

Marth:
...Wh-what did you say?! How could Altea...! This can't be happening...!

Kris:
W-wait... Don’t... Don’t tell me this is because of...!

Jagen:
This is terrible beyond words... That which I feared the most has come to pass... Emperor Hardin likely heard Lang's story, and had us branded traitors.

Marth:
I refuse to believe it! Hardin would never attack Altea! You're telling me that he ACTUALLY believed Lang and truly thought that I wished to instigate a rebellion?! Never!

Jagen:
...No, I agree with you, sire. This attack was too soon. It happened far too quickly... For an attack of this scale, a great number of preparations had to have been in place. It is likely... that the Grust campaign and the situation in Macedon were both a setup. It makes a lot of sense. They had you leave Altea, with your best knights in tow, and then proceeded to attack our weakened defenses. Hardin had this planned right from the start...

Marth:
What?! Are you implying that Hardin–with no provocation whatsoever–decided to attack his fellow nation? Are you seriously suggesting this was all an elaborate trap?! I-I can't believe it...! Hardin... why...?

Jagen:
Sire... Princess Caeda, what of the others? Is Princess Elice safe?

Caeda:
Elice, she... She gave herself up in order to let me escape with this message. Marth... I'm so sorry... She wanted me to warn you, no matter what...

Marth:
Caeda... It's alright. I understand. Just knowing you're safe makes me happy. I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have left... Now Elice and the others are... We will take back Altea. I swear it. Even if we have to fight Hardin and the empire, we WILL reclaim our homeland!









(If you accepted Wrys’ haircut)




Jagen:
Oh, by the way, Kris. About that hairstyle of yours... Have you deciced to keep it that way?

Kris:
...Do you think it looks funny? Well, it'll grow back eventually, if I leave it alone... Do you think I should return it to normal?

Jagen:
Well, it's your decision to make. You should do as you please. So what will it be? Are you going to go back to the hairstyle you had before?







(Say Yes)

Kris:
Yeah. I'll have to apologize to Father Wrys later, but I think I'll change it back to normal.

Jagen:
Yes. I do believe that would be a good idea.







(Say No)

Kris:
No, it's alright. I'm quite fond of my new hair... Or lack of it, rather.

Jagen:
...Is that so? Well, if that's your wish, then I can hardly complain.










End of Chapter 4.