(AN) This was inspired by a story by J.R.R. Tolkien (the Cottage of Lost Play, I think it was), a song called "Lest We Forget" by Hawk Nelson, another song called "Say Goodbye" by Sanctus Real, and a comic on deviantArt called LoZ Promises. Look it up on there and you'll find it. There's like 500 pages of it, anyhow.

{~Début~}

I had a dream once when I was eight.

In it, I met a boy. A young one, but older than I.

"Hello."

"Hi."

He was kind, the first to greet me.

"What's your name?"

"Bryn."

I estimate he was about two years older than me.

"Oh. That's a pretty name."

"Thank you. What's yours?"

It was a strange dream.

"Marth."

"I like that."

I was aware in it.

"Really? Most people just gasp."

"Why would they do that?"

Yet, it wasn't lucid dreaming.

"I'm a prince."

"You're cool, Marth."

I didn't have control over anything except for what I said.

"You know, you are, too."

"Thank you. So, where do you live?"

It didn't seem like a dream, but I was fast asleep.

"A kingdom called Altea."

"Oh. I just live in a boring old city."

I don't know what it was, really.

"Aw, it can't be all that bad, surely?"

"You have no idea, do you?"

Whatever it was though, it is my fondest memory.

"No, I suppose I don't."

"Why are we here?"

That is, despite the fact I awoke in tears.

"I'm not sure. It's a pretty place, though, don't you think?"

"Absolutely."

I had started to feel myself growing lighter, and lighter...

"Hey! Where are you going?!"

"I don't know!"

And leaving him behind...

"Stop!"

"I'm trying!"

I was desperate for a friend.

"Promise me you'll find me again?"

"I promise!"

I barely knew him, in reality.

"Don't forget me!"

"I won't!"

But, in the strangest way possible, I did know him.

When I jerked awake, tears were streaming down my face, my breaths coming in quick, short gasps. It had felt so real. It was real.

To this day, I can recall his features. He had glossy blue hair, so dark it shone. His eyes were a cerulean blue, like the ocean. His skin was fairly pale, not unlike mine, though his was a teeny bit darker.

I never have had a dream like that one since, nor have I even tried to describe it to anyone. It is a part of my memory, etched in by an iron blade.

I think that the most intriguing and unique aspect of it was that I had a conversation. Of course, you do talk to people in your dreams, but often they do not make any sense, or you do not remember it.

And the boy- I knew him. Yet, I didn't. I had never met him. But those eyes... They were very familiar. I don't know where I'd seen him before, but I had. What he said was confusing, too. Altea? Where the heck was Altea? Little did I know at the time, but that was a question many had been trying to answer.

I couldn't forget him.

Or my promise.

(AN) Short chapter, I know. That's because it is technically the prologue! I have very, very big plans for this one.

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With your host, Bryn Alyss and special guest star, Samus Aran!

Bryn Alyss: Hey, the few readers I have! Today Samus Aran is with me because I want to talk about the Metroid games.

Samus Aran: Actually, it's because she thinks she can't have Marth on twice in a row.

Bryn: Shut up. Anyways, I was considering starting Samus's game series. Which game should I start with?

Samus: I don't know and I don't care.

Bryn: Well, that really wasn't for you to answer...

Samus: Then why the heck did you ask it?

Bryn: I was asking the readers.

Samus: You only have about five.

Bryn: Oh, shut up! You are being really brutal today, you know that?

Samus: I don't sugarcoat things.

Bryn: Obviously not. You don't even ask about me.

Samus: That's because you're the host.

Bryn: You know what, you can go-

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