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Marth had waited in the trophy room of the Abandoned Castle for too long now; his patience growing thinner and thinner as each second passed. How long would he have to wait for them? Standing up, he faced out the window behind him again, hoping to see some sign of someone showing up on the horizon. "..." Nothing. Disdainfully, he sat back down on the bench near the window.
Looking down and tracing the sun's movements with his eyes, he had noted that it was around 3:30 PM. A useful skill for a warrior in the heat of battle, and an entertaining one when said warrior was trapped at home, waiting for someone to arrive. He had received the letter last Tuesday. It was a short, to-the-point letter, Marth had even memorized the words exactly.
"We'll be arriving for a visit one week from today. Expect us around noon. I'll expect something good for lunch. Do not be surprised if we must fight off enemies first, however, as I do believe we are being targeted."
While Marth continued to stare blankly at the ground, he had heard footsteps descending from the great stairway in front of him. Looking up, his heart raced, thinking that his companions had finally arrived. However, his hopes were quickly dashed when he had only noticed Ike reading heavily down the torn carpet steps. "What...you're still waiting? Give it up, Marth. Fox and Falco won't come." Ike walked closer to the disgruntled Marth, who's head began to droop from his lack of belief. "Marth, Fox only wanted to meet you is all. Why are you so bent out of shape?" Marth did not reply. "Ehh, whatever. If you're gonna keep waiting, fine. I've been asked by Link to come help control the Primid population near his end of the woods, so I'll be gone a few days." Marth refused to pick his head up. He was so sure that Fox would arrive. He had heard of Fox's daring and courage from Ike himself, making Fox someone Marth truly wished to meet. However, with the situation being as it was, he struggled to comprehend why Fox was so late.
A few minutes later, Ike left the castle, making his way towards where Link was stationed. Marth made his way to the ruined part of the castle, hoping to find some kind of Primid there to diffuse his rage upon. Walking through the empty halls, his rage began to build more and more. "..." Peaking. His slow step suddenly broke out into a quicker pace, then a run. He had no idea why he was running, only that he was angry and that somehow, someway, his anger needed to be released. Rounding another corner, his eyes closed, he almost yelled at the top of his lungs, however, his pace and his scream were both cut short by a Primid. Marth was blown backwards by the force of hitting it. Looking up, he saw that it was a Primid he'd never seen before. It appeared to be a pink, gelatinous blob, holding a gun. It wore a small yellow hat upon it's misshapen head the had a small picture resembling an upside-down droplet of water. Marth reached for his sword...and panicked when his hand fell to the floor where his hilt should be. What the? Did I drop it? He got up and stared at the Primid. It wiggled in place and oozing slowly towards him. "Nani?" Marth was confused, but took off running back the way he came. His sword...where was the sword? However, he never got a chance to really find it. At that moment, the blob began to fire it's weapon. Marth dodged the shots, but gave up on his search when he noticed the after-effects of the shot. One of the rock's that had been hit by the blast turned into sand. He quickened his pace and rounded another corner, leading him back into the trophy hall. However, he had forgotten that the trophy hall ended with the bench and window where he was just sitting. It was too late. He has turned around to see the pink blob block the only way out of the hallway. Next to him...so close was the door...The blob stopped and aimed for Marth, however, it did not fire. Slowly, it built a charge in the gun. Marth backed against the bench and waited for his doom. He knew that there was no way he would ever survive the blast. As the blob charged and Marth's hopes became thin, the door burst open.
The blob was smacked by the force of the door, but did not stop charging the weapon. Fox and Falco burst inside and noticed that Marth was cornered at the end of the hallway. "We'll take it from here." But they never got a chance.
The blob had finally decided that the time was right to release the blast he had charged so long. He fired, and, being at such a close range, neither Fox nor Falco could dodge the blast. Marth was perplexed. It was not like most blast's he'd seen. The blast was pink, much like the blob, and it was stationary around both Fox and Falco, almost imprisoning them within itself. It was then that Marth had found his blade, underneath the bench. Quietly, he grabbed the sword and approached the blob as quickly as he could, lunging forward and delivering the finishing cut without his blade ever being seen. The Primid shook for a moment, then dissapeared, leaving behind nothing but the pink bubble that trapped Fox and Falco. Marth approached the bubble, but as soon as he came close, it dissolved, leaving nothing but two headsets and two pairs of clothes behind. Marth had knelt by the clothes examined two overly large lumps, strangly underneath both shirts. They were not moving, nor did they make any noise, so Marth moved the clothes aside.
He stepped back, taken by what he saw. Two small infants lay on the floor, deep asleep. One, a small fox, was curled up, his thumb in his small mouth. The other, a tiny bird, lay sprawled out on his belly, his tail feathers protruding into the air. Before Marth could act, someone else had entered the castle. He had looked almost like Fox, but he was much darker and more voilent looking. "Wolf." He said aloud, not taking any time to bother with the polite introductions. "I've been following Fox and Falco for a few days now...any idea where they went off to?" Marth smiled blankly. He pointed wolf down the trophy hall and, while he was distracted, ran out the door as fast as he could, leaving the place to find someone who could help restore the two star fighters to their original age.
Wolf was confused; Where were the idiots? He searched around for some time, then made his way back to where the warrior had instructed him to go, hoping to meet him again. The warrior was gone, but now, there were two small children crawling towards him. "What the...what are you doing here, little fella?" Wolf bent down to pick up the child, but froze halfway through. "There's no way...You can't..." The little fox sat down at his feet and held his arms up; wanting to be carried. "Mommy!"
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