A/N: I decided to write a Super Smash Brothers Brawl fanfiction about a creation I made when I was bored. Please review. Part two coming soon.

I do not own SSBB, it is (c) to Nintendo

Pitus of Time-part one

"And now, you're going to die. Hero of Time," the creature yanked the blade from Ike's scabbard, the man too weak to stop her, and poised it to Link's neck. Muffled gasps could be heard from the crowd and Zelda's voice screeched her hero's name in shock horror, held back only by R.O.B.'s cold, monochrome build up. Link just stared into his rival's icy eyes, not even a sweat breaking out on his perfectly still face.

The creature in his dreams had yet to unfurl her- if it was the woman it seemed- wings, which covered her body revealing only her head and lower legs. Every night, she haunted his thoughts and developed slightly. That night, she'd spoken for the first time, though it was a language the Hylian did not recognise. The night before, she'd opened her eyes, revealing crystal-blue irises with hardly any pupils. The winged creature was not human, he knew that, but she was nothing he recognised from the new world he inhabited. He recognised her features though, which was evermore haunting to his nightmares. The eyes… They were like his own he'd recognise that colour anywhere. The face… It bared a resemblance to Samus, though he didn't know her all too well. He decided not to mention her to Zelda; she'd been getting suspicious ever since he'd given Sheik a hug. And of course, the ears were his. They even had his trademark one blue hoop in the right earlobe, which he'd gained from Impa a few years back. And the wings were surely Pit's, the angelic child he was rather close to. But why was a Pit-ish Samus person in his dreams? Sure, he had bonded with them over the past year or so but to dream of them as one person, with his ears and eyes was creepy, even for one who'd witnessed such things as the Shadow Temple and the Majora's Mask.

Splosh

Link began to advance, like he had in every dream prior before he'd abruptly awoken, but this time it was different. He didn't remember water in the dream ever before, and now he could feel it gushing over his boots. Why was it crimson? As Link searched the area, a smell of rust and rotting flesh filled his nostrils. These dreams were so real, even his senses were perfect. The smell was such a revolting odour that he gagged, unaware of whether he had in real life or not. The smell was an odd smell for water, which made him realise it wasn't water at all.

It was blood.

The angelic creature's eyes fell to the floor she stood upon, the corners of her mouth turning up behind the wings. She seemed to be upon a lumpy mound which seemed to be emitting the blood and gore that licked the soles of Link's feet. Link screwed up his nose in disgust; it was clearly a mound of dead things she was stood upon. The dream Link wanted to investigate, despite real Link's inward protesting, and the crisp, oddly real image moved forwards towards the mound of dead bodies. Link's foot stepped on a hand, clothed in white. The cinematic view of the dream Link followed up the arm, into the cold, lifeless eyes of Princess Peach. Dream Link gasped and stepped back in shock, the rest of the bodies coming into view. Link felt a discomfort in his stomach as he gazed at a mangled Luigi, who's head wound was leaking blood into Donkey Kong's fur, and at the limp body of Marth that was almost cleaved in half. Every brawler was there, from a deflated Jigglypuff to a shattered shell that had been Bowser. All of them but Ganondorf, for some reason. Dream Link knelt down on top of Captain Falcon, who was missing his arm, and gazed at the one person he hated to see laying there the most. His hand stroked the Princess Zelda's pale face, watching the droplets of blood from her mouth trickle down onto the cracked visor of Samus' suit mingle with his own tears.

"Your time is up, Hero of Time…" someone hissed in a low, feminine voice. The mystery woman stood over Link, wings unfurled revealing a green tunic, identical to his, with somewhat of a Zero Suit like that belonging to Samus replacing his under-suit. She held a replica of Pit's bow; glowing with dark, subspace light. Dream Link shuddered and stepped back.

"Why have you done this?" he queried, his voice drowning in sorrow.

"I live to serve Lord Ganondorf…" she hissed as everything went black.

"Link, snap out of it!" someone called, seeming miles away. A hand slapped him across the face suddenly and his eyes snapped open, his vision blurry and face damp. His cheek stung as tears trickled over it. It wasn't the pain that made him cry though.

"Oh thank Nayru you're alright," Zelda sighed in relief, interlocking her arms around Link's neck. With Zelda planting kisses on his cheek, he surveyed the area to ensure he was back to where his conscious self had been, and thankfully he was. The damp, leafy scent of the forest filled his nose, and the dwindling flames of a camp fire flickered before his eyes. All of the brawlers were there, going about their daily lives in he makeshift camp they'd put together. Toon Link and Sheik were vigil by Link's side, dabbing his forehead with water and holding his sweaty palm. He noticed they'd removed his clothes, leaving only his beige trousers, and had folded them neatly besides his shoddy sleeping bag. He sussed this was to cool him down; he was terribly humid in the forest clearing and was damp with tears and sweat. They were being so fussy considering he'd only been dreaming. But they were alive, so it had to be a dream.

"You gave us quite a scare. Thought that you'd been cursed or something," Sheik stated grimly, letting go of Link's hand and seemed to resume tying her hair up, something she'd obviously abandoned when seeing Link in his weakened state.

"It was a dream," Link rasped, dipping his hands in Toon Link's bucket of water and pouring some into his mouth. It tasted off, but his throat was parched so he didn't care.

"A dream? Was it that reoccurring one you were talking about?" Zelda queried. The look in her eyes was serious, and slightly worried. Link nodded.

"But last night it was different," Sheik said, acting as if she was telling the answer, not asking the questions. Link nodded again.

"Yeah, but it was just a dream. No biggie… Let's just forget and move on," he was hasty to get off the subject, not wanting to talk about the creature and the dead bodies. The dream had meaning, he knew that. Maybe it meant Pit, Samus and himself would, in time, turn on the others? It was a possibility he didn't wish to consider, and he knew that if he did want to unravel the mysteries of the dreams, he'd need the Triforce of Wisdom. Sheik was a more likely candidate than Zelda was, for she was calmer in dire situations, despite her hot headedness and mysterious aura she'd always bestowed. Now she was more than an alter-ego, it was like she wasn't Zelda at all. She seemed to guess Link's distaste for his dreams and stood up abruptly, seizing Toon Link's arm and lifting him up off his stubby little feet.

"Gah! Sheeik," he whined as the Sheikah woman dragged him away, as so to give Link and Zelda privacy.

"Don't you have work to do?" she hissed at the others watching them, indulged in the conversation. They all snapped out of their funks and obliged to Sheik's words, all of them clearly still listening in.

"She's smart," Link appraised, "like you," he looked to Zelda, hoping she wouldn't be too worked up, something she was well known for being in a situation like the current one.

"She's been granted a fraction of the divine wisdom Nayru embedded into me. But let's not discuss Sheik. Why won't you tell us of your dream?" Link hoped Zelda would have caught on like Sheik.

"I…" he furrowed his brow and rose to his feet, sliding his khaki green tunic over his slightly toned body and shoving his icy feet into his scuffed, delicately decorated boots, "I need to talk to Pit Zelda…" he stated quickly. Pit was a good friend of his; Zelda knew that, so hopefully he could discuss the creature in his dream without her getting suspicious.

Pit, Ike and Marth were chatting idly, their conversation revolving around the tourney Ike had lost the day prior.

"I'm telling you, I was going easy on Lucas and Samus. A true man treats the women and children with respect," he stated proudly, trying to cover up his fault.

"That, my friend, is only a tiny bit of it. We know it's because Samus was distracting you, because pretty much every guy here finds her attractive," Pit joked. Ike rolled his eyes and lounged back against the tree they were resting by.

"What Pit said," Link affirmed in an attempt to make himself noticed. All three turned to face him, and sprouted broad grins across each of their faces.

"Link, good to see you up and about. I swear you were delirious," Marth commented, walking over to his ally and shaking his hand formally.

"No, I'm sane," Link assured them, feeling a bit let down that they thought he'd stoop that low, "I was just a little scared. Fear can break even the strongest of hearts down until the shell crumbles."

"Personally, getting scared of dreams is something only children, women and the weak do," Ike mumbled coldly.

"You really do have lots to say on women and children, Ike," Link scorned, feeling the chill of the autumnal wind and wishing he'd got dressed properly, "but in regards to your statement, I say blasphemy. Everyone gets scared, no matter who or what you are. It's just a case of showing that fear to the world and how much self control one has. And I'm sure such a realistic vision of pretty much all of your friends lying dead in a heap and some demonic minion of Ganondorf about to add your body to the pile is enough to scare anyone, thank you." The Hero of Time turned away from Ike, Marth and Pit and heaved a sigh, "I just want to know why I keep dreaming of that woman thing. I'm no philosopher, so I cannot easily untangle these dreams that haunt me."

"Have you ever seen the thing before? In one of your past journeys?" Pit queried. Link shook his head.

"Well, yes and no… She's kind of a mix up of a few brawlers here I guess… You're one of them Pit, and me also. And Samus…"

"Sounds pretty twisted," Marth stated, "but it's just a figment of your imagination, right Link? I'm sure she's not real; it's just something that is haunting your mind. You say all of us were dead… Do you mean all thirty-five of us, or were you just exaggerating?"

"Is it really that hard to tell apart my truth from my lies? Yeah… Don't worry, no-one will massacre the entire brawl-squad. My sword will pierce the heart of he who tries."

"You're a serious man, Link. I respect you for that, but let's be realistic and accept that it will undoubtedly be me who saves the others from impending doom," Ike stated in a jokey manner.

"Want to try me?" Link challenged, "be at the stadium in two hours. I need a brawl to set my head straight," he wrapped his arms around the bare skin the wind bit.

"I accept your duel, Hero of Time," Ike obliged, bowing his head, "Marth, maybe you could be the fair Princess to make it more realistic"

"Not likely," was all Marth said in regards to that.

"Pit, would you walk back to the camp with me?" Link requested, remembering he did want to have a chat with the angelic boy in regards to the dream, and he'd rather not discuss such a personal matter with Marth and Ike around. Pit nodded and rose to his feet, looking back to the two men as he and Link disappeared into the forest.

"I want to talk to you about the creature in my dream Pit," the blonde Hylian affirmed, "I think I can open up to you more."

"Is it because the thing looks like me?" he sighed, allowing Navi the faerie to rest on his hand. She'd been with Link through everything, since he'd been a small child growing up in Kokiri forest, and felt obliged to ensure her companion was alright when the others he'd travelled with, mainly Tatl and Midna, had abandoned him. She provided great comfort to Link in situations like the one at hand, but he felt that he needed to explain his feelings to somebody who would fight by his side and provide more than great advice.

"Yeah, and because you won't freak out like Zelda. I guess I just don't much trust the others… Ike and Marth I mean, and Sheik and Toon Link are a little strange."

"I agree with you wholly, they're all funny little individuals. I guess we all are which is what makes us all so far apart. Like a fraying quilt that's ripping apart at the seams, made up of many different materials. I find it weird that the creature had our features though. Maybe it has hidden meaning?"

"That's what I've been thinking. These recurring dreams are so real it's scary, and I'm sure they're not just coincidence. The creature says she serves Lord Ganondorf, and I haven't seen the swine since the dreams first cropped up. Pit, you haven't envisioned anything strange as of late, have you?"

"I'm afraid I have to disappoint you Link, I've seen absolutely nothing strange. And the others with villainous backgrounds are acting completely neutral around us all, not showing any hostility. Try asking someone else maybe, someone who might be witnessing strange goings on. Toon Link also has the Triforce of Courage, so odd as he may be, I'd consider asking him."

"My Triforce hasn't been resonating or anything, and it normally does if something is going down, as does the others. I don't think this has anything to do with my land's golden power," the two boys rounded into camp and slumped down on Link's bedding. The hero began to slip the remainder of his outfit on to warm up and gazed into the centremost fire that was almost reduced to a pile of ashes. The area was almost empty, save for a few of the brawlers that were too indulged in either: conversation, sleep or a book to notice Pit and Link's return. The green clad Hylian lounged back onto the crumpled sheets of the bed and looked to the mid-afternoon sky, three things rebounding in his mind like ping-pong balls. The dream, Zelda and the upcoming brawl with Ike. He focussed on the tiniest things while he thought, like the quiet snoring of Pikachu and the words in Fox's book disappearing as he turned the page. He watched Pit's feathers ruffle as the wind turned into a light breeze, and sighed.

"Is it the dream that's troubling you Link?" Pit queried, "or is there something else you're not telling me?"

"Yeah, there is something else Pit," Link stated in a subtle jokey voice, "I'm worried for Marth."

"Why? Did something awful happen to him in your dream?"

"No. But Ike dressing him in a pink frock for our brawl is inevitable…" he let a grin creep across his face and Pit couldn't help but grin as well.

"True, true…"

People slowly began to file back into the camp, all of them chatting about anything without a care in the world. Ike was advertising the match to pretty much everybody, surrounded by a few interested brawlers.

"You see, Link and I had a bet. Who is stronger? And so we're having a Brawl to see who'd be more liable to save you all from doom, due to a creepy monster Link keeps dreaming about. Be there, all of you," Ike boasted, standing tall and proud like he often did when he was trying to make a point to the other brawlers.

"Is that what these dreams are about, Link?" Zelda queried, furrowing her brow in concern and pulling her lips into a straight line. Link just shook his head and sighed, walking off to talk to Marth and avert the Princess' attention.

"Help me slaughter Ike," he whispered. Marth just laughed,

"Zelda had to find out sooner or later. She's your one and only, you should feel more comfortable about telling her things."

Link removed his cap and rubbed the back of his head, grinning nervously and gazing to the floor.

"Weeell, there are some things you don't tell Zelda. Both Toon and I have the experience, and believe me Marth, it isn't a fun experience. She worries so much about everything…"

"All of us here are worrying about you, Link," the Prince stated, "you had a sort of fit this morning you know. But anyway, I think you're right by saying we should forget about it, especially you. Just enjoy the duel with Ike, but be careful. He's going to be storing a final smash ball to break out on you."

Link gulped at the thought of Ike unleashing Great Aethar on him, but nodded to Marth and walked solemnly back to his rest area. There was only half an hour until he faced Ike for victory, and he was in desperate need of a quick nap.

A fanfare played consistently in the back ground as the remaining Brawlers filled up the seats in the stadium. Marth was doing a good job of hiding himself in the back, away from Ike who had actually gone through the trouble of finding some bows for his 'Princess'' hair. Ike wasn't amused when he realised he couldn't go through the dramatic scene of rescuing the fair lady Martha after he defeated the evil elf in tights, Link. Ike could live in his own fairytale world, but Link had a good feeling Ike wouldn't win. However, he wasn't certain he would either, and he didn't know why. Link decided to enjoy the chanting of his name emitting from the stadium while it lasted, considering that as soon as Ike walked onto the grounds, the 'go Link' would change to 'we like Ike', the familiar and slightly annoying call that people had fashioned to egg the man on, like they had done for every other brawler. Ike eventually shuffled onto the stage, gazing into the crowd to spot Marth. He blended in so well behind Zelda, Nana and Samus it was funny. Link wasn't one to tease someone like Marth or Sheik on their gender though; to him it was a mere waste of time.

"Ike," Link greeted the taller man with a hand shake and a bow, something customary to a Brawl.

"Link," Ike grinned, leaning on the blade he bestowed and shooting a peeved glance at Marth the instant he spotted him. The announcer began the fight with a loud 'GO' so suddenly it made Link jump, and everybody began to cheer. Everybody but one of them.

"Say, Mario… Does the sky look red to you?" Pit queried, looking to the Italian plumber with a concerned look on his face. Crimson clouds billowed out over the sky, casting an ominous tint of rouge over the stadium.

"Mamma mia, you're right Pit," Mario exclaimed, stepping back in shock.

"It's just sunset," Snake grunted, "stop being so worrisome."

"But it's…" Pit argued, but was cut off by an ear-splitting boom that erupted from the sky. Several people gasped in shock-horror and Ike abruptly drew his sword away from Link's neck. The husk of something big began to emerge from the clouds, showing the bow of the infamous Halberd.

"Oh, Meta Knight…" the Pokémon trainer scorned.

"Fool I'm right here," Meta mumbled, peeking out from behind Sonic.

"Then who's on the ship?" Peach stuttered nervously, quivering behind Sheik.

Something was falling down from the sky, more gracefully than clumsily. It had the figure of a human, most likely a woman, but had angelic wings jutting out from its back. As it neared the ground, it curled up and free-fell in a vertical position as opposed to the original horizontal. It landed so lightly on the floor it was as if it had zero gravity surrounding it. Link thought he was going to choke in his fear upon seeing what now faced him, crystal-blue eyes piercing into him like miniature lasers, only ten times as painful. He recognised that brunette, wispy hair that hung over the long, hoop studded ears that belonged to a face most men found astonishingly beautiful. He knew that khaki-green tunic and blue zero-suit underneath like the back of his hand, and the ominously glowing bow was no stranger to him. He knew instantly that this was the woman from his dreams.

"Oh F-Farore…" Link stammered, backing away with his beloved Master Sword at arm's length. Navi was quivering in his hat.

"Holy…" Ike gasped, hypnotised by the sudden appearance of the flawless monster.

"IKE, RUN!" someone screamed from the crowd, but for Ike it was no use. Before he could come to his senses, the creature had slammed him to the floor with her bow, turning him instantly into a trophy. Ike disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke.

Pandemonium erupted in the stands at Ike's vanishing. Chairs were overturned and screams mingled with the din of the clattering. The monster acted as if Link didn't exist, passing by him and heading to the uproar in the crowd. She dragged her weapon through the air, slicing at brawlers and vanishing their trophy forms continuously, regardless of who they were. She was a wild-fire and the innocent people were flammable substances crossing her path. They were all so blind with fear that they were oblivious to her senseless rampage. Link just watched in horror as she tore down his friends, too shocked to advance upon the creature that haunted his mind at nights. Marth was doing a good job of protecting Zelda and Peach, considering he was alone. However, the creature had put her bow back upon her back and didn't look to be intending to harm the Prince and two Princesses in any way. She snapped her fingers and smiled as three mechanic arms descended down from the Halberd, suspending cages with the bottoms open.

"No! You will not kidnap them!" Marth snapped, holding his sword up to the monster's neck. As the metal bars of the cage clamped over him, the blade dropped to the floor, allowing the monster to claim it. Peach and Zelda, too, were engulfed in the trap, and the only escape snapped shut. Link's eyes widened in horror, and he broke free of his paralysed state, charging towards the stand in an attempt to rescue all three young monarchs.

"Too late Hero of Time," the creature taunted in her bell voice as the three cages began to ascend into the crimson clouds.

"NO!" Link erupted, shooting at her with his bow. The woman sniggered and leapt into the air, soaring up to the airship with the three cages. Link fell to his knees and called out into the endless sky one word only:

"Zelda!" his reply was so faint it was worthless and uttered defeat as Zelda's screams faded into nothingness. Navi peeked out of Link's cap and stroked his face in affection, her soft, blue glow a comfort in Link's hour of need.

"Navi…" the defeated hero rasped, "am I alone?"

"Hey… Don't fret Link…" the faerie caught Link's tears as they dribbled down his cheeks, "it'll all be okay. Promise. You can save Zelda."

"She's going to die, they all are. I saw it in my dream."

"The monster may be real, but the dream might not be. What if she's toying with your mind?"

"Regardless of what is occurring in my dreams Navi, I can't save Zelda. I can't get on the freaking Halberd!" he became ruthless in blind rage due to his loss of Zelda, and tried to swipe at Navi. She darted out of the way and stopped, hovering in the air silently.

"Listen…" she whispered, placing a dainty finger to her lips. Faintly, you could hear a desperate plea from the upmost structure of the stadium, or rather what was left of it. Everything was overturned, and the score board had collapsed, emitting electrical currents as it died.

"Help! Please!" a faint voice screeched from up above.

"Friend or foe!" Link called back, growing suspicious that somebody was around.

"Link? Is that you?" a familiar but weak voice called.

"Yeah," Link said slowly, raising his eyebrows.

"Link, somebody is dying down here!" the voice called.

"Pit," Navi whispered. Link nodded to her and began to scale the ruins of the stadium to 'Pit's' side. True to his faerie's word, there was a winged bundle of rags trying to lift the weighty score board. It could only be Pit. Link patted the young angel's shoulder with a look of concern on his face. Something red and sickly was dribbling down Pit's right arm. The rusty scent made the Hylian gag.

"Augh, Pit you're bleeding like hell!" he stated in disgust. Pit just nodded.

"Never mind that, someone is under here, Link. Help me move it, I can't allow them to die."

"Pit…" Link began, but he realised arguing was futile when the boy was so determined on saving the trapped soul (which was probably a Pokémon or a Waddle Dee). Sighing, he adjusted his power gauntlets and interlocked his fingers underneath the board. With both young men working on it, the metal husk began to rise. Link felt sweat running down the back of his neck as he and Pit rose to their feet with the cerulean rimmed board rising too. He tried to blink out the sweat from his eyes as they worked. They both hurtled it away, something that strained them even with the gauntlets, and bent down to investigate the damage. Pulling away light, stray rubble, they began to reveal the flame coloured metal of something rather familiar to them both. Pit looked to Link in concern as he pulled away one final piece of the scraps. They didn't need to remove the helmet to tell who the lifeless figure was.

The camp site was eerily empty, and the few stars in the purple sky along side the cloudy full-moon gave off a horror story vibe. Link was scavenging through other people's belongings to find anything that would be of use to him. He packed a few morsels of food in his small sack, alongside several bottles of potions. Pit was crouched down over a blanket fairly close to the newly lit fire, nursing the unconscious soul he and Link had retrieved from under the crushed remains of the Smash Stadium. No-one else, as far as they were aware, had escaped the wrath of the monster, so if the brawler died then Link and Pit were alone.

"She's pretty bad off, isn't she?" Link sighed. Pit nodded regretfully, "but hopefully the Power Suit saved her. I swear she was hit by Pitus before she was crushed, or she'd have saved herself…"

"Who's Pitus?" Pit mumbled, holding Link's cap to his cheek, which had been torn open with a two inch gash, due to an arrow zipping past. He regretted letting it hit Kirby, but he hoped he'd redeemed himself with his save.

"The monster. You know, because she has your qualities, and also Samus'. Speaking of her, I think she's coming round."

There was a gentle throbbing in the back of Samus' head that became more powerful as she regained consciousness. It seemed like a million miles away were Link and Pit talking, but she could feel them hanging over her, breathing down her neck. In the darkness of her unconsciousness, she reached out to push them away. The light slowly returned and both Link and Pit came into view, but for a few seconds only before they were practically strangling her with hugs.

"Yooou're aliiive!" Pit squealed in joy, getting a little over excited. Link couldn't help but chuckle at Pit's reaction to Samus' awakening. Then again, if it had been Ike or Snake then it would have been slightly more than a hug.

"Not for long… Stop squeezing Pit… What happened to your face?" the woman rasped, trying to loosen Pit's sturdy grip.

"Sorry…" the boy mumbled, loosening his hold, "but it's good you didn't get killed. Sorry about your Power Suit… It's a little broken. But it might fix," he purposely ignored her comment on his face, much like he had done when Link queried it.

"Probably," Samus mumbled, "what happened anyway? Some freak thing with wings came down from the Halberd and started turning everybody into trophies. I saw Nana and Popo go down besides me and then the thing shot me. I heard a crash and then I woke up here."

"You were crushed by the Smash Scoreboard," Link stated, "Pit decided to move it because he thought some innocent Toad was trapped underneath it, screaming for Peach. Who, by the way, was kidnapped in a cage with Marth and Zelda. And we found you, so we decided to save you, because if we didn't then you'd die."

"People don't die in the world of trophies though," she reminded them, "there is a magical charm that protects us all, only allowing us to be turned into trophies if defeated or killed, or hit by a dark cannon, which I suspect that bow was. If one leaves the world of trophies as a trophy, and passes through subspace into one of the worlds in the galaxy, they return to normal."

"If that was a dark cannon she had, why are we still human and bleeding?" Pit scorned, rising to his feet.

"And why did she avoid me?" Link stated, "maybe it's because she looks like us you know. It can't be coincidence that suddenly everyone is attacked by a Pitus of Time and it's Link, Pit and Samus that survive the attack. But in any case, we need to put her aside and save our friends. That is our main priority." Link's hard, blue eyes bore into Pit and Samus like lasers. His determined looks and speeches were enough to melt the heart, and both felt obliged to join him in his upcoming quest to once again save Zelda.

"We agree," Samus affirmed, "but I suppose they're on the Halberd and we don't have a ship to get to it."

"Hey!" Navi squeaked, making Pit jump with her sudden appearance. Link, however, was used to it, "you could borrow a ship. There are plenty. Olimar's, Captain Falcon's, someone's Arwing…"

"Isn't that stealing? Heroes don't steal, Navi," the angel boy mumbled.

"Shut it Angel-cake. What did you say about the Arwing Navi?" Link pressed a finger to Pit's mouth and looked to his blue ball of light.

"Limph nogh!" Pit tried to scream, but his voice was muffled as soon as he opened his mouth when Samus clamped it shut with both hands. She wasn't fazed by his biting and kicking one bit, which was slightly embarrassing to Link and Pit when they realised they would be. It was inevitable to say they weren't second best to a woman. She nodded to Link who smiled, and both of them seized one of the boy's arms, dragging him away from the camp to the large, metal building where all of the air-craft was stored. Pit was protesting continuously, but had given in on the kicking. Why he despised flying in an Arwing so much, neither Link, Samus nor Navi knew. Perhaps it had something to do with his ability to fly with his wings?

"Link, do you know how to fly an Arwing?" Samus called over Pit's din.

"Do you?" Link shouted back. Samus sighed.

"I've never flown an Arwing. I highly doubt Fox and Falco would let another brawler near one, after what Sheik did to Fox's window."

"Damn that Sheikah girl," Link mumbled. He barely knew how to use a gun, let alone fly a ship. Why did the Halberd have to be an airship?

The Airship dock, as the brawlers named it, was such a dark area, and the night made it evermore darker. None of them had ever ventured into the area before, so everything in the vicinity was completely new and fresh, like snow on the first day of it settling before people had trudged in it. Link and Samus released Pit, who by then had accepted that he was clearly outmatched, and the three began to look about in somewhat awe. Most of the ships were still damaged from the emissary a few months prior, and Fox's Arwing was pretty much useless from the damage it had taken from various attacks. Captain Falcon's ship still had claw marks in the metal exterior from where it had been ambushed by Meta Ridley. Samus dragged a finger across the scratches solemnly, the visuals of that day in the bomb factory still fresh in her mind. Link and Pit were attempting to open Falco's Arwing, for it was in perfect shape compared to the others, despite its size. As Link prized it open, he beckoned to Samus who joined them immediately.

"You fly it," the Hylian stated, ensuring his weaponry was on his person securely. Pit stretched his wings and tapped his bow, and Samus cracked her plasma whip before the three of them boarded the Arwing. The sleek blonde woman settled herself down at the controls, and the two young men squeezed in behind her.

"Sorry about this Falco…" Pit mumbled, "but this is for everybody."

"For the entire world," Samus affirmed, slowly jerking the aircraft to life.

"And for Zelda."

End of Part One