Disclaimer: yep, you guessed it, I own NOTHING!! Except for the character Kabura (he comes in later chappies)

Notes: I refuse to continue this unless someone gives me a review!If you send me anything, ANYTHING, I'll try to continue.

Warning: There will be some mild yaoi in later chapters.

One final thing:this story is about Marth, but will include Roy,Link, and Zelda (as well as pretty much everyone except the pokemon) so thats why I put it in the Smash Brothers Section

If you are still going to read, then enjoy!

Marth gazed at the map that Maric had given him. Through many hardships, he had attempted to win Altea back from Medius. However, when he returned from battle, almost dead and with only a few men left from his mighty army, he discovered that some old men with mastery over the elements had taken over his kingdom in his absence. Their leader, Maric, had told Marth that if he agreed to find a man with the ability to make "Flames leap from nowhere to greet him" and bring him back then these so called "mages" would give him back Altea.

While it sounded farfetched, what choice did he have? His kingdom would fall apart without his fair rule, and he'd gone too far to just give up now.

Marth sighed wearily as he trudged through the snow and mud.'Why is it so cold?' he thought. He glanced up and saw the kingdoms' gates.

'Whew, I thought that I would never make it!' he thought. Then he noticed something very strange.

The symbol was different.

Marth stared at the three triangle symbol, a confused look on his face.

He approached the main gate and spotted a guard. He ran towards the guard, confident in his communication abilities. But the guard was very unusual. He had pointy ears, wore a green tunic, and was wearing the most freakiest green hat over his blonde head.

Links' POV

I awoke very slowly. Or, was it quickly? Either way I got up and saw some freak lookin' at me. Wait...Uh-oh.

"HEY!!" screamed Navi, my fairy that I hate. She flew over to the guy and started blinking yellow and blue.

"I can't tell if he's bad or not!" yelled Navi.

I sighed and walked over to him. He was freaking out at the sight of my personal pest. Suddenly, he unsheathed his sword which, to my disgust, was very fine. Before I could stop him, he yelled something in some wierd language and drove his sword straight through Navi.

"HEY!!" I yelled,"It may be a pest, but I need that reliable freak to tell me the weakness of my enemies!"

Marth glanced at, what he assumed was an elf, and called him "Baka" in elvish. The elf, however, did not seem to understand him. Elf-boy pointed at Marths' sword and said a string of very strange words. Marth guessed that holding his sword in his fighting stance did look menacing, so he sheathed Falchion.

"My name is Prince Marth Lowell. I came from Altea and don't know where I am. Could I speak to your Leader?" When the elf didn't respond, he realiazed that this wasn't an elf. He instead tried the common Hylian language.

The man nodded and said,"The names Link. If ya want to see Zellie, then follow me!"

"Hmm." Roy wondered if he should leave Pharae now or not. Recently he'd recieved a message from an Altean that demanded him to leave his hometown. uncertain of what to do, he walked towards the castle. Perhaps the royal advisor would know what to do.

As he walked down a corridor, a flickering light caught his attention. Wondering what it was, he approached the room that the dancing light came from. When he opened the door to this strange room, his eyes widened in an instant. Candles were forbidden in the castle, and there was only one reason.

Roy was a pyromaniac.

Screaming with delight, Roy lunged at the candle and started hugging it. Of course, since it was hot wax, he soon screamed in pain and threw the candle away from his body. The candle flew into a curtain and, due to how dry the summer had been, burst into flame.

"Uh-oh," Roy fled from the room, and ran from the castle.

Turning to face his homeland one last time, he sighed and realized that he could never return, as now they'd all think of him as an uncontrollable burden.

I figured I'd examine my older chapters and edit them while I can't upload new chappies or make new stories. What fun, I didn't realize how dorky and bad my writing was before .