Okay. This is the intro, so pay attention :p.
AquaAdept: Ahem. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE OWNED BY ME IN ANY WAY AND THEY ARE ALL IN FACT OWEND BY NINTENDO OR THEIR RESPECTIVE COMPANIES THANK YOU VERY MUCH AND GOODNIGHT. collapses
Bear in mind that this is my first fic, so be considerate. I'm English too, so if my spelling seems wierd then its just my language (or the spellcheck function is malfunctioning).
A silent shape filtered across the field. It paused for a second, then slowly crept into the darkness of the trees beyond, wary of the blazing floodlights of the mansion. The moon was high, but not a speck of light fell on the dark forest it was bound for. The figure stopped, momentarily, then continued its journey, pacing slowly, pausing now and then to check if he was being followed.
Suddenly the figure stopped, dead in its tracks. The figure whipped round. Nothing. Quite satisfied, the lone shadow smiled to itself, and continued on its trek. The trees, grown in a might era long past, seemed to frown inwards A chill wind whistled through the foliage, causing the branches to creak, like old machinery in need of oil. The figure puled at his cloak, and drew it closer around his thin frame.
Nothing moved. No sound emanated from the dark surroundings. Nothing save the wind.
A faint echo reverberated through the forest, as if the air itself was talking. Whispers floated on the breeze. Tales of love and life, happiness and sorrow. Tales of mighty deeds long completed, and prophecies not yet fulfilled. Stand long enough and the wind talks to you, or so the scholars had once said, long ago.
The figure moved on, its boots wading through the sea of green around it. Gradually the trees thinned out. A clearing emerged, as if by some magic incantation, before the wanderer. Pacing the clearing, the figure stopped, abruptly, at an old stump. There was nothing particularly special about it. It's flaying, moss covered roots radiated outwards. Nothing at all made it stand out from the dead surroundings, apart from its size.
It was colossal.
The moon, barely visible in the winter sky, cast an errie light over the surroundings. For once, thought the traveller, the dark was preferable. Never matter. He had bigger things to worry about. Lifting back its head, the figure let out a shrill whistle. The forest stirred.
Two forms materialised on the stump. The taller of the two turned to the cloaked figure.
"Perhaps you are willing to begin this? I have been waiting long enough."
"Oh?"
"Yes," the creature replied, "far too long."
The figure pulled at a hood over his head. The traveller's eyes widened. Its face was like none that he had ever seen before. It was deathly white, the colour of bone. Something of his expression must have caught on the creature's face, for its eyes, barely visible in the grim light, narrowed.
The creature's companion was equally as strange. It was reptilian in appearance, and was covered in a tough shell, with a series of deep ridges running down it. Horns protruded from its skull. It exhaled a great cloud of steam with every breath.
A second figure flashed into being on the fringes of the clearing. A heavy sword was held at his side. Powerful muscles bulged beneath his cape.
"I concur. Too long have we remained in the shadows."
The white creature on the stump remained unmoved. Not a muscletwitched in its face, yet its speech was plain.
"Then when do we make ourselves known?"
The newcomer moved forwards, into the light. His face was illuminated clearly. The traveller was deeply shaken. Cold sweat ran down his back. He knew this one. Indeed, he had once…
His train of though was broken by the man's sudden reply. "When the moon rises full again. When it begins." Each of his words seemed to seep with power and grandeur. "I believe our young" here the stocky man paused, "-friend, can help us," he finished, positively leering at the young traveller.
The creature on the stump rose. Extending a long, sinuous hand, it took the official-looking document the cloaked man held out to him with a shaking hand. The document rose silently into in the air, and pages flicked back on after another. It closed abruptly, and lowered itself back into the thief's hands.
"So…" it slowly continued, "we will begin there."
The reptile snorted its agreement.
A chill wind seemed to blow against the trees. The air chilled, and the winds whipped like the waves on the sea. As they watched, a strange man appeared before them, as if from the air itself. The traveller grimaced. He had always thought there was someone following him. The powerfully built man raised his sword slightly.
"Who are you? What business do you have here?"
"My business is my own. I am simply someone who can help. Someone who knows your situation. Someone who knows what will happen soon."
The intruder threw off his cloak in a single motion, revealing a full head of hair. Long strands of it fell down to his side. A deep gash ran down the right-hand side of his face, marring his otherwise perfect features. His deep eyes held dark memories and secrets. He smiled.
"Would you take my help?"
All eyes turned slowly to the traveller, the one who had produced the stolen document. The young man spoke quietly, his voice reflecting the dread that hung around their council. The sky itself seemed to be holding its breath.
"We shall."
Okay. Read and review per usual please. Yes, this story will revolve around many swordsmen (i.e,Link, Marth and co.), but there will also be some...unusual...choices in there too.