AAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNDDDDD HI FOLKS! Look at me, posting up yet another fic even though I have others I should work on! Yay me! XD
Falco: (Sarcastically) Woohoo… --;;
Enough of that, Lombardi. Anyways, it's going to be me, Falco, Game Watch, and Pikachu up here; closing this particular fic will be the trio of Marth, Falcon, and Yoshi.
Falco: "It's going to be?"
Yes; this is just a prologue. Right now, it's just you and me here, and Marth and Falcon below. I'll hopefully not make it short, but eh, it's a prologue, so…XD
Falco: RF doesn't own us or SSBM. She also won't own specifically made Angel OCs (if she in fact decides to use them). She does, however, own her own concepts of the angels and demons, the demonic forms of Master Hand and Crazy Hand, her angel OCs (if she in fact decides to use them), the "Angel of Sorrow" (of which you'll learn about in the future of the fic), and that which is mentioned in this prologue.
This is more of a fic to see who is interested and what not, but eh, I might update this one as well. There's no Underworld, so that's a good thing! XD Nevertheless, we'll see what happens! Slight spoilers here for A Grasp At Life, but I'm betting most of you already read its thirteen chapters.
Falco: Away prologue!
Stars…space…the twilight sky…
This is only some references to my home, that which is above, or all around, the planets and is below the Realm of the Heavens.
Oh, please forgive me for being so rude. It's an honor, my friend. My name is Daughter Time.
Hmm? You were expecting something else? "Father Time"? Oh, he is my father…well, he was my father, but that's not important. You would like to hear that tale? Well, maybe in the future it will be told.
You want to know what I look like? That is a…hard question. I can look like anyone, and everyone. I am human in appearance, with wings of Angelic light. As for the rest; feel free to decide yourselves.
You are here, in space. You didn't come here without a purpose. You did? I shall give you a purpose then. You will like it; I promise that.
You see, I am watcher of the different parallel dimensions, or the different realities, of the planets in this wide Video Galaxy. Each one is so similar, yet at the same time, so different. The dimensions of the Smashers of Planet Nintendo here are the most unique and fascinating of them all.
I'm sure you've seen one of the dimensions. The world pays no attention to the dwellers of the above and below, and an Angel is called to the Underworld in a desperate attempt to quell the Renegade rights within him. The yore of the Demon King halts the throats of all the smashers; yet they triumph, and accept the lost one.
But here, we stand in a different dimension. It is right next door to the one I have just spoken of; it ties well. But yet, it is different. Care for me to clarify? Of course I shall.
With my hands in front of me, held closely together, I hold a crystal ball. Gaze well into it, and watch. This dimension starts its differences from your dimension with the battle deep in the Angels' Door's heart.
Dr. Mario clasped his hands together, and caught the blade. Sweat began to pour all over his face as he attempted to conquer the immortal's strength with his own.
A well timed Falcon Punch, however, saves the doctor from his struggling as the Demon King, hiding well from harm behind Marth, was forced into a wall.
As you see…only two of the smashers fight to save a fallen friend. Yes, how that happened though, is a story all of it's own. Look.
Five other smashers lie, beaten and broken, as the battle raged on. A small tear fell from a clone's eyes as she whispered prayers of redemption and salvation. A King glanced at his broken claws, struggling to pull himself up. A thin, black shape struggled to save himself from slipping into the embarrassment of unconsciousness. A blue feathered mercenary had already slipped into unconsciousness' embrace, not even aware of his surroundings. A red haired youth cried from behind dried eyes, wondering why.
Another crash; this time, Falcon is the one sent flying. Again, the Demon King makes an attempt on Dr. Mario's life, and again, the doctor catches the blade before it cleaves him in two.
A groan from Falcon alerts Dr. Mario to the grave circumstances of his surroundings; they were losing. If he was unable to battle, whether or not he got tired out, or killed, he knew everyone would die.
This dimension is quite different, isn't it? I'm sure you are surprised. There is nothing to be surprised about; in one dimension, perhaps even more, the darkness wins. Is this one like them? Look.
Whiteness; a scene shifter…then picture. Dr. Mario and Falcon both watch as the black demon wings turn white, and become feathers. A flash; they change back. The Demon King steps forward, and it happens again; this time, however, the white wings do not fade away.
Grasping Sanctus Lancea, the possessed prince drives it into the center of his body. The pain sends him to his knees as the spirit of the Demon King itself uproots and straightens itself. With a moan, it fades away, never to be seen again, as Dr. Mario knelt by Marth's side.
You see? A happy ending after all! I wouldn't be surprised; after all, this dimension is the closest to the dimension you see.
Would you like to continue watching the dimension I'm watching? The Demon King never placed his spell on the Renegade's heart. The call from the Underworld will never take place. Instead, the Smashers will find new enemies…in themselves. They will awaken a circumstance that will throw their entire lives in jeopardy, with a price at stake that is much more important than life.
Are you curious about what this may be? It does not hurt to be curious; please don't be shy! I will guide you, if you wish to see. Are you concerned about going back? I will take care of that too. For I am Daughter Time, and I will do my duty in my father's place.
It seems you wish to start this adventure. Please take my hand. Do not worry; I do not bite.
Are you ready? Then let us go. To a parallel dimension…with an adventure just as grand as the first dimension's...let us go...
Marth: And that ends the prologue!
Falcon: Whoa! She's trying something new here it seems! I love it all!
Marth: So do I; a very interesting prologue RoyalFanatic has set up here. I would only assume the epilogue will be similar…
Falcon: Me too. Also, to clarify what she owns in this prolouge: RoyalFanatic only owns the Parallel Dimensions and Daugther Time. Well, tell us what you think! We hope you'll enjoy the journey!
Marth: Review!