Roy's Story

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Super Smash Bros. or their companies. I do not even own the video game… no… not yet… MUA HA HA!!! (sorry, I was hyper today.)

Description: Okay, this is my first fanfiction, so please barewith me and try not to flame me TOO much. If you can, help out with suggestions or opinions. Thank you

All in all, this is pretty much a story of the Super Smash Bros. Melee tournament, in Roy's POV (best character EVER). So sit back (or for those that are sight impaired, sit up) and enjoy the show/story.

A/N:I should warn you, this may contain some moderate cursing.

Chapter 1: Intro

It was evening, and the moon was halfway full with the stars piercing the black sky, lighted only by the small embers of our campfire. I sat there against an old, rotting tree, my broadsword resting upon my shoulder.

We have been here for 4 days, barely making it through the days, surviving on the small rations of food and water. Searching for our friends.

I glanced around to see my teammates, though I hardly fit into it as one of the team members. To my right, leaning against a separate tree, was a tall, strong man. Instead of his cocky and surprisingly energetic attitude, he simply stared of into the night's sky, pondering on the various activities of the whole week. He was like me, who had the blazing element of fire to accompany him as he fights, thought to me it's just a curse.

Towards my left stood 3 young creatures, 2 of them being human and the other a rat. The two humans were roughly around 10-12 years old and were twins. They are always together, always helping each other out, scratching each other's backs. The 2 of them are armed with wooden mallets and the coldness of the north. They sat back-to-back, slumped onto the ground.

The other child was a little eccentric mouse-like being. Except today, he was tired and sleeping next to the fire. Though he is quick, small, and agile, he is determined and full of shocking energy- literally.

And across from me was a calm, courageous prince. With dark hair like the evening sky and the Sword of Light, Falchion strapped to his side, he stared into the campfire with his sky-blue eyes. He was fast ant quick when it came to the sword, and very knowledgeable. Aside from his usually Talkative attitude, he remained quiet.

All of these people, every one of them, represents a single flaw in my heart and soul. They are all great at the battlefield, filled with courage and determination and trust. Why am I, the slowest and most afraid, there leader?

"Why… why does it have to be this way?"

Continue…?

Next Chapter: Roy, You Are Invited

A/N: Yes I know Roy is usually an optimistic, strong-willed person. The reason he is so down and all will be explained in the upcoming chapters…