So, me in brawl! I am a black dragonelle named OolashaSylvanas, my father's name is FlarinTarinath, thats my line. So it begins. Sorry about the slow entrence.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOBODY... except me (OolashaSylvanas) and my sister SiliverWyniver. The rest are Nintendo's.


Slowly, I opened my eyes. The whole cell was dark and musty. The smell of mold and water lifted to my nostrils. The occasional drip of water from the ceiling met my fan like ears which were folded closely to my scaly neck. The torch on the far side of the cell had gone out. The small pile of wood had been replaced and was ready to burn. Slowly, hesitantly, I lifted to my claws. The chains chafed my scales raw in many places. It was sore to movement and hurt slightly. But she was long immune to common pain.

She gazed at the torch and measured the distance between her and the wood, for her chains would not allow her to pass this point. She opened her jaws, pearl white teeth lined them. Two fangs rested on both the upper lip and the lower. She pressed her forked tongue to the bottom of her mouth and took a deep breath.

Flames erupted and burst onto the wood. The whole cell lit for a few seconds, revealing many bones scattered on the ground. Quickly, the pile of wood caught fire, crackling and licking up the stone wall. This will be my last day here! A smirk crossed her jaws.

Now, before I continue, you may ask; just who am I? I'll tell you who I am. I am OolashaSylvanas, A black dragonelle. Now, my name is quite long so you may call me my childhood name; Oolasha. I was encaged under the earth, miles down, because my people thought me a demon from hell. Now you may ask why? I'll tell you. Because my scales are black! Yes, that's all. Well, now my friend and I have planned my escape. If they won't accept me, I'll leave and find a place that will!

So now all I have to do is wait.


I did not have to wait long. She soon snuck down the long stairs that led to my prison.

"Oolasha? You there? It's time to get you out of here once and for all!" That's my sister, SiliverWyniver, a black dragonelle who mastered the art of human shape change before it was too late, unlike me.

"Hurry up and get down here!" I snapped, my mood was far from good.

"Don't act dumb, break yourself free of those chains and let's go! I put the guards to sleep so you won't have to worry."

I obeyed, feeling stupid. The chains cracked and snapped from my pressure leaning against them. Not many chains can hold a young dragonelle's weight and be secure.

The air around me shimmered and twisted, I was replaced with an innocent teen age girl. Quietly, I slipped into the stair well and followed my sister. Soon, I'll be free.


"So, where are your brilliant space ships?" I growled, not in a mood for having to walk far when you're the most wanted dragonelle on the planet.

"Don't be so rushed, come this way." She answered. I followed her closely. One bad thing about shape shifting is that no matter what I will always have my wings and tail still one me. So I'm an average person sneaking through the city with two somewhat smaller wings and a tail. Yeah, pretty convincing.

"Look, they are right over there." She pointed on the roof of one of the terribly tall buildings.

"Ok then, how are we going to get up there without being caught, smart one?" I hissed. It was at least a ten story building and getting up there would be a terrible pain.

"Well, we could fly?"

"Great. We fly all the way up there, catch the attention of a hundred policemen, and get sealed in some dungeon again. Lovely." I was not in a good mood.

"Well, what do you suggest?" she returned.

"I don't know!"

"Then we fly." That ended it. We were flying.

I stretched my wings, so long had it been sense I last flew! I had imagined my next flight to be somewhat nicer than this, but it would have to do. Together, we flew from the dark alley we had been hiding in and blasted up the side of the building. As expected, we grabbed from un wanted attention.

"Oh god cops!" I roared as I flew. My anger started to bubble over.

"Sis! Don't lose control!" She desperately cried as we continued flying.

I had almost forgotten. It's impossible to hold a shape shift when you're angry. I noticed my scales had been coming back but quickly calmed myself and they went away as I landed on the top of the building. I risked a peek over the edge and saw a huge group of cops flashing lights and warning them to come down.

"Alrighty then, hurry and get into one of my precious machines." Siliver called as she entered one. They were like sleek jets, made for speed. I noticed some blasters showing and a smile tugged on my lips. Might as well give them a parting gift?

Quickly I boarded. I knew how to fly a plane, easy. I contacted my sister;

"Ok, ready for takeoff?"

"As ready as ever. Let's get you out of here." She answered automatically.

"Two mutants please come down and hand yourselves over quietly or else we will have to take you by force!" The police cried out from down below.

"Oh, please!" I mocked. I started the engine. As did my sister. Together, we shot into the air.

I turned my jet around for a second, I aimed one blasted at a large group of police and…

I watched my shot fly toward them. Just at that I turned, ignoring the sudden commotion from down below.

"Sister, let's leave this junk pile." I growled. Side by side we entered the sky.


After a few hours of flying aimlessly into space, I felt a presence following us.

"Sister, I think those humans decided to follow us, we're being tracked." I hissed, watching my picture of behind me carefully.

"I know, I noticed them too." She replied.

"I think they are fighter jets designed for space. We can take 'em." I smiled. I knew how to fly these human machines better than any human could. It was sort of pathetic, but you have to think that non-mortals would be better than moral things at almost anything.

"Can you see how many there are?" she asked.

"Hmm," I peered into the picture, "a lot."

"That's not good."

"Better try it, it's not like I'd rather become a prisoner again than die!" I roared, my fighting spirit aroused.

"So, its fight to the death?" She whispered. She was always the 'I would rather make peace than blood' one. Anyways, I was the older sister. The eldest of our clutch, actually.

"Fight to the death."I began.

"Sister, let us avenge our murdered parents, let us avenge our lives of terror, let us end these miserable creatures lives!" I snarled, knowing she had grown fond of humans, "Lets us strike and leave our mark, even in death!" I finished.

Together, we turned to face the incoming armies.


I was blinded in rage, almost enough to turn back into dragon form, but I held. Together we fought. Thousands of ships were blasting at us, my fighter shot down a good around twenty which made my heart shine with triumph, dodging the beams that struck terror into my heart. But I was always the stronger hatchling, and my sister did not do as well.

I think she got hit by a beam near the start, an engine damaged. She screamed something into the communicator, but I was distracted by the heat of battle. I think it was something like; 'Sister! I'm hit! I am going to go to a planet to heal! I wish you luck, I may never see you again.'

Then I lost connection. It was me vs. the world. Thousands of fighters streamed toward me, before I knew it, my ship lost a wing. And then, it lost two. I fell toward a planet, no longer resisting its pull. I did not have the time to find out which planet it was, but I did see the human ships retreat as if their jobs were done. And I truthfully thought my life would end there.


It's a funny way how fate chooses its own path. My own fate decided that was not my time to die. I don't know how it happened, just that it did. I awoke with my head spinning. I was dizzy and when I peeled open my eyes the pain came.

It flooded me, everything hurt. Every single part of my body ached terribly. I looked down to see that one leg was in a funny position. I couldn't move one arm, and I knew I had a gash on my head from my dizziness. Slowly, I left my fighter ship, slowly crawling out, inch by inch. Once free from the tight space I let myself change back to my true form.

Shimmering and twisting, the air seemed to cover my transformation, and when the air went back to normal, I was a dragonelle. One of my hind legs was broken and one foreleg was heavily bleeding. I clenched my teeth in pain before attempting to walk, but I couldn't and fell onto the ground, my bottom jaw hitting a rock and I saw stars for a moment.

"…ugh…" I moaned weakly. Slowly I opened my wings. If I couldn't walk, I'd have to fly.

I launched myself into the air rather clumsily. Pumping my wings up and down I only just skimmed to tree branched of this unknown planet. Slowly I got higher in the air; every beat brought me a few feet up. Soon, I was spinning in circles, riding the currents of the sky. Wind brushed my cheek, my tail balancing me right behind. I actually laughed a joyful sound it is to hear a dragon laugh. Like bells twinkling in the evening breeze.

Even the pain was numbed from the cold winds. Freezing mists kept me awake and perky, as the sun of this system warmed the chill. I felt like I might start steaming from the contrasts. I looked below me to see the trees passing like a blur. I had almost forgotten the speeds you can take on when flying. Another smile broke across my face.

In my happiness of finally flying, I didn't think about blood loss. Slowly, I got weaker and weaker until my wings started drooping and I started a slow fall from the sky. All I can remember from that was the feeling of falling, the wings whipping past me. This time they were not friendly but harsh, striking my sides like whip cracks, I remember being able to see below me and watching the land rush to meet me, I spread my wings feebly and caught wind to slow my fall.

Then I hit. Felt the shock. Felt the fear. Felt the pain.


I lived, but barely. Life was slipping my grasp. I thought I saw something move to the side of my blurred vision. I changed to human form, hoping it wouldn't be as shocking to whatever it was. Then, I blacked out again.


"Is she alive?"

"She looks like she's in a darn lot of pain."

"Who is she?"

"How'd she get those wounds?"

"Is she from else ware?"

"Is she a smasher?"

Slowly, I opened my eyes. Many different creatures blurred my vision, so many colors, I couldn't make them out. In pain I shut them again.

"She's alive! She opened her eyes! Did you see?"

"Yes. Striking green eyes."

I opened my eyes once again, I could feel that my wounds were bandaged; a cloth was wrapped around my head. Over time, the wings and tail when you first transform disappear and to my relief, mine already had. Something like a huge hand floated over the crowd and moved right over me. To my pure surprise, the hand actually talked.

"Welcome, stranger. This is the Smash Mansion. My name is Master Hand."

"Wh-what is this place?" I choked; my throat was tight from everyone watching me.

"As I said this is Smash Mansion. These here are the Smashers or Brawlers who participate in tournaments and such. You were harmed under circumstances we do not know of." He answered formally.

I peered at those surrounding me and couldn't hold back a gasp in shock. These were video game characters! What in the world is wrong with my head now? She had played video games sense she was a young hatchling, adopted by humans when her family was butchered.

"I-I must b-be d-d-dreaming…" I stuttered.

Now she really thought she was dreaming for the floating hand chuckled. A hand chuckled.

"This is as real as anything, now I have only just seen you so let me heal your wounds."

I felt my whole body get warm, and then, I felt completely better. Everything felt fresh and new.

"Now, come with me."

I got to my feet and stared at the ones around me as I followed the floating hand into a room at was like an office. She saw strange creatures, two human men with blue hair and one wearing a tiara, and woman in a pink dress holding a white umbrella sipping tea. She faintly remembered her name. Was it Peach? And the boys might have been those characters Marth and Ike. She saw some sort of green dinosaur that she thought was named Yoshi, and was that hedgehog named Sonic? Her mind was overwhelmed and she decided to keep her eyes on the strange floating hand.

Strange, strange dream. The hand moved through the air and turned around when it was behind a desk. The door behind her magically shut.

"Sit down." The hand motioned toward a chair and she accepted it.

"Now, you can trust me don't worry, please tell me some of your past."

"Alright." Sense this is just a dream, I might as well. I think somewhere inside me, I knew this wasn't 'just a dream' but I wanted to pretend it was.

"Ok, so I was adopted by two humans from the planet earth when my real parents were…" I paused, not wanting to reveal that I was a dragon, "murdered by a mad man. They became like my real parents in the end. I loved them dearly, along with my brothers and sisters. My sister was the only one I really kept in touch with. We all have strange names. Her name was Siliver," I decided on saying only our child names to keep down suspicions, "my brothers were Koriner, Torkoris, and Rinoris. I am Oolasha. I lived a normal human life until… I can't remember how but I became highly wanted.

I was able to escape and with my sister helping, we stole fighter jets and took to the skies. Of course we had improvised them to be able to fly in space. We were chased. I remember we were ambushed, and that's all I can tell you." I finished. The short summery of my life was far from true, but I hoped the hand would buy it.

"Okay then. Are you sure that's your past?" I paused before answering;

"Yes, sir."

"No need for 'sirs' I am fine with 'Master Hand' or 'Hand'," he informed her, "Sense your life was destroyed on the other planet, us smashers would be more than welcoming for you to stay here. We have plenty of wanted villains here. We can give you a room, although you will have to share with one or two other smashers. Would you like to stay? And if you really want we could even get you into the title of a smasher. We welcome all."

"R-really?" I couldn't believe my luck.

"Sure, we enjoy company." He answered. "Whenever you want to try to become a smasher just come to my office. I will give you your room mates; they will show you around, I am sure."

"Okay." I smiled, knowing that was a nice thing to do for humans.

"Your room mates will be… how about Zelda and Samus? They are nice, I am sure you'll get along with them fine. Here is your card; you use it to get into your room."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" I happily cried, excepting the card. (I was in a good mood, mind you!)

When I stepped outside I was able to survey their ranks without panicking, knowing this would be my new life. I was accepted immediately. Soon I was talking with Zelda like we were long lost friends.

"So, I'll show you around a bit, this place is huge." She smiled warmly. I felt a pang of guilt. She didn't even know what I really was! Maybe I should tell someone here. I let my gaze cast out over the crowd of smashers, they were now back to pretty much normal.

So I followed Zelda. She showed me around everywhere. Then I met Samus, a sweet human who always wears a full suit of armor when in public. I remember that my favorite character to play when I played on those games was usually a small spherical character with bat wings named Meta Knight. He reminded me of a dragon because of his wings. I cast my gaze over the crowd, hopeful for some strange reason I cannot grasp, that he could be there. But he wasn't. I couldn't help being a little disappointed.

I one by one met every person in the mansion, ranging from a 'perfect' princess in pink named Peach to a creature named Bowser. He reminded me of a dragon in some vague way. I could tell a bunch of them were disappointed that I was just an average human, a mortal. I would not reveal my secret yet. I still don't know how they would act. Most of them have probably never even seen a dragon before!

"You still haven't met everyone. Someone is very anti-social. Don't worry though, he is very nice." Zelda smiled and led the way up some steps and into the halls. I watched Zelda the whole time. My mind in a different world. A world fighting with myself about showing my true self. I really was getting tiered, for shape changing saps your energy. I was downright drained.

We paused in front of a door. Zelda knocked three times and waited.

"Come in." A voice answered. It was dark and shrouded with mystery; I know that sounds corny but truthfully, that was how I had felt. Zelda turned the knob and we entered.

"Hey, Meta Knight, this is a possible new smasher. Her name is Oolasha."

"Hello Oolasha, I am Meta Knight, nice to meet you." I looked at him.

He was the character I had always played! His wings were open. I almost snickered because mine were so much bigger and more elegant, but I held my tongue. This guy could easily kill me if I am not in dragon form. Must be wary. He was holding a book in one hand. His orb like eyes were cold and menacing. I almost shivered, but I have the sense to answer him.

"Hello Meta Knight, nice to meet you too." With that, we left. I, myself thought it was a sudden leave, but Zelda seemed fine with it alright. And so I met Meta Knight.


"I would like to become a smasher, Master Hand." I was trembling with excitement. It was the next day and I had decided to join the matches, I had watched a few like Link vs. Mr. Game and Watch, Link persevered. And then there was Ganondorf vs. Jigglypuff, poor Jiggly was defeated. And then there was Meta Knight vs. Zelda, Meta Knight won and I thought he did with ease.

"Please fill out this sheet, I will look it over and tell you if you qualify." He answered.

I quickly filled out the sheet, my handwriting was sloppy thought because I was not really human, remember. I hopefully handed it to him.

"You qualify." My heart practically leaped to the stars in happiness.

"I am, though, unsure how you will fight. I will need for you to face our weakest smasher, Jigglypuff, and win. No offence to Jigglypuff, might I add." This was it. I had to tell.

"Master Hand, I have to tell you something."

"Yes?"

"Well, you see, I am not really human."

"Is that so? What are you then?"

"I'm… a dragon." (That was when I wanted to slam my head into a wall it sounded so corny.)

"I have never seen a live dragon in my life!" He gasped; you could easily tell he was excited, "Could you show me?"

"I would rather not at this time. But I will when it is needed, I don't want to shock all my new found friends yet."

"Have it your way. I will put you down as a human until you prove it to me, dragons are thought to be extinct you know. All killed off by humans."

"Trust me, I know." I remembered the butchering of my parents with a shudder.

"Your match will be in one hour, get prepared. We will all be watching. Don't worry if you lose, it's just a part of life. You'll get to try again. And the boys will forgive you after awhile." I bared my teeth like a wild animal.

I do not plan to loose.


Everyone was watching. Everyone. I was nervous. I have to admit it! I was nervous. It was a one stock battle.

Jigglypuff was at the middle, waiting for me. I walked forward. It was a completely plain battle field. Just a few floating projectiles. I would use everything to my advantage. When I was in the center, I walked forward and shook Jigglypuff's paw. I could easily read from her face that she was expecting an easy win. We back away from each other, leaving good space.

"Well then, Let It Begin!" Master Hand's words cracked out like a whip, Jigglypuff leaped forward and slammed into me. Already my anger was boiling over. The transformation when angered is much different than when calm. Painfully, scales emerged from my skin, my hands grew larger and claws grew from my nails. My neck got longer and larger, my head narrowed and my eyes grew larger, moving to different sides of my head. My teeth grew longer and whiter, they were bared and my snout fixed in a snarl.

My tail grew out until it lashed the stage angrily, the Soulgem on the tip was jagged and sharp, and except some parts were partly softer (Soulgems are on the tip of a dragon's tail. They form as a dragon ages and will grow according to that dragon's soul and experiences.) I fell until I was on four legs. My two massive horns grew sharp and deadly, my wings burst from my sides and grew huge and massive. The audience gasped and cried out in surprise, Master Hand seemed to look on eagerly.

Soon she was a black dragonelle. A young black dragonelle yes, only one thousand years old, but a dragonelle about five times the size she had been, double the size of a large war horse. She gnashed her fangs together and roared and battle cry. Then the true battle commenced.

Jigglypuff leaped forward and slammed into her soft, unprotected belly. She gasped in pain, but quickly recovered herself. She snarled and slashed at Jigglypuff, she was sent flying into one of the floating projectiles. She picked herself up and, like a knife, cut into her belly. With a roar of pain and fury, I leaped forward and pinned her down. I released a huge wave of flames, emptying myself, it burned her severely.

I then grabbed her in my jaws, although a tight fit, and threw her out of the stadium. But she recovered in time and delicately floated back onto the stage, bleeding. That was when the Smash Ball came into the stage. I wasn't sure what to do with it. I had never seen one in my life. I gawked at it stupidly, but when she started trying to destroy it I picked up the idea. I leaped into the sky and beat my wings to propel me higher, I caught the ball in my jaws and clamped my jaws shut, shattering it into a million pieces.

I had never; ever know as much power as I did then. My body was coated with shadows, a pure blanket. My eyes glowed red viciously. I gave a blood curling roar from the depths of hell and leaped into the air with ease. I breathed flames made of pure shadow, captivating Jigglypuff in fear while doing immense damage. Then I wrapped my tail around her, my Soulgem piercing her, and hurtled her out of the arena.

I had won.

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