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Prologue

It was dark in Skyworld. All of the inhabitants were sleeping soundly in their homes and not a single being could be seen moving throughout and of the many streets. There were still many hours before even the earliest of risers would awaken. Stars twinkled overhead like many watchful eyes, keeping watch over the silent city.

At the heart of the city and raised on a slight hill of clouds was a building far grander than any building that a mere mortal could make. Elegant archways framed in gold decorated all of the entryways, while the rest of the building was made entirely of marble and seemed to glow in the light of the stars.

Inside this building one being, an angel, remained awake. He wore a white toga with a pair of black shorts and a shirt underneath with sandal boots on his feet. He had soft, brown hair which held a golden laurel upon it. His eyes were a brilliant blue, the colour of the sky on a cloudless day, and were currently lit up in excitement. He had beautiful white-feathered wings that moved with each of his movements as he excitedly pumped his bracer-clad arms and made false punches with his fists.

An onlooker would surely ask, what has gotten this angel into such a state?

The reason is simple: He's watching the final match of the Super Smash Brothers: Melee Tournament.

Unlike most angels who are peaceful beings, this angel had a fighting spirit. Nothing thrilled him more than being in the middle of a heated struggle, fighting your way to victory against an equally strong and determined opponent. It was for this reason the angel joined the army of the goddess Palutena and soon became the youngest captain in history at only 387 years old.

However, since the defeat of the snake-headed villain that had been plaguing Skyworld, there was no more need for any fighting and the term 'Captain' became nothing more than a ceremonial title. The angel did not wish for evil to return just so he could have a fight, but he wished that he could test his strengths against his fellow soldiers or at least, someone skilled.

That was why he watched the tournament. It was the second Smash Tournament. The first had only twelve contestants but this one had much, much more. The head of the tournament, the Master Hand, chose only the best heroes (or sometimes even villains) to compete in the tournament.

The tournament consisted of one-on-one matches, team matches and free-for-alls with up to four people. No one actually got hurt in the matches. Instead, every time a contestant got hit, their 'Damage Percentage' would increase. The harder they got hit the higher up the percentage would go. When a fighter's percentage got really high, they would get sent flying with each hit they took and it would be up to the other players to hit them hard enough to send them across one of the boundary lines. Each time this happened, it counted as a 'death' and meant different things for different matches. In a 'stock' match, each fighter had a certain amount of 'life tokens' and each time they 'died' they would lose one of these tokens and be sent back onto the field with their Damage Percentage back at 0%. This kept on happening until all of the characters except the last one had no 'lives' left. The process was similar in 'timed matches' except it didn't necessarily matter how many times a fighter died in the sense that they never lost all of their 'lives'. These matches were set up so that every time a player was 'killed' they would lose a point and the fighter that defeated them would gain a point. The contestants would fight until the very last second.

After each match the contestants would gain points on how well they did. For each match a fighter could get either one to four points depending how they did, four being the best. In a stock match whoever 'survived' the match would get four points, the last person to go out would get three and so on. In timed matches, whoever got the most points in the match would get four tournament points with the other contestants getting fewer points. In matches with three people, a maximum of three points were awarded. However, in matches with only two people, rather the only aiming for two points, the winner would receive four points while the loser would receive one. Because of the huge point difference, these matches were always intense and worth the watch even though it was only between two fighters. Team matches went by the same point scale as one-on-one matches since team matches were always two on two.

Fighters could be eliminated from the tournament in only one way, sudden death matches. Whenever two contestants' points went to less than twenty of the next highest competitor, they would compete against themselves to stay in the tournament. If there were three or four fighters who fell into the 'Fallen 20' category, the two with the lowest scores would fight against each other and the winner would gain an automatic ten points. This would either leave one person in the Fallen 20 category or two and if there were two they would fight against themselves and the winner would gain ten points. The loser of any of these situations would automatically be eliminated but would be allowed to stay to watch the rest of the tournament.

The angel loved to watch the tournament because these fighters were the best of the best, literally. The Master Hand invited each of the fighters to compete for the title of 'Smash King' (or Queen but there has never been a female winner … yet). While they were at the tournament, the Master Hand would freeze the realms of all of the fighters until the tournament was over because many of these fighters were essential to the survival of their realms. The fighters got to live in one giant manor called 'Smash Mansion' that was located on a small, world that had the same technology as the most advanced fighters. The fighters would train for their matches at the mansion as well.

The tournament was extremely popular to those who knew of it. Many worlds knew of the tournament through movies, television shows or even through something called 'video games' (the angel didn't really understand those since they didn't follow the proper timeline of the tournament at all). The matches all took place in a special arena that could simulate many different arenas and could be watched by a live crowd who were always behind a force-field that surrounded them.

The angel came across the tournament accidentally. He had been gazing late at night into the scrying pool, as he was now, remembering all of the battles he had fought in and wishing to find a way to satisfy his fighting spirit. As soon as the thought crossed the angel's mind, the water had begun to ripple and a blurry image began to form. The angel had been rather confused as to why this had happen since normally the pool needed more direct thoughts or commands to show something, but curiously watched as the image became clearer.

What he had seen was something he would never forget.

When the image had finally cleared, the angel had thought he had fallen asleep and was currently dreaming. Inside the pool was the image of a young man with long, pointed ears and blonde hair beneath a weirdly-shaped green hat. Matching the hat was a green tunic along with white underclothes, brown boots and gauntlets that had bits of gold on them. The warrior, the angel was certain he was, carried a metal shield with strange symbols on it with the most prominent being a golden triangle that was missing part of the center in the shape of an upside-down triangle, along with a gleaming sword.

At that moment, the pool zoomed out and the angel watched in awe as the warrior rolled out of the way to avoid a large ball of … some type of energy. The warrior then raced ahead and swung his sword at the person who had shot the energy.

At least, the angel assumed it was a person, because it could just as easily pass as a robot of some sort. It was clad entirely in orange, metal armour except for the head which was red with green where the eyes would be. The only other part of the suit that wasn't orange was the right arm that looked completely robotic and almost like a canon.

The orange fighter dodged out of the way of the sword and kicked up at the warrior's face. The warrior did a front roll and swung his legs out beneath him to trip the other fighter. The orange fighter simply jumped and slammed their fist downward to strike the warrior in the face. The fighter rolled out of the way and swung his sword around in a spin-like attack.

The angel watched in awe as the two fighters kept on trying to land a hit on each other. It was like nothing he'd ever seen! Finally after several moments, the orange fighter managed to land a blast on the warrior. Only then did the angel notice the numbers at the bottom showing the different percentages, along with symbols that the angel assumed let viewers recognize which numbers belonged to whom. Strangely enough there were two other symbols with no numbers but the angel didn't care about them, he was only interested in the two sets of numbers.

The angel thought it was over when he saw the numbers for the warrior go from '174%' to '195%' as he was blasted backwards. The other warrior only had 126%! The angel was proven wrong when the green warrior pulled out a strange hook-like object out of nowhere which connected with the edge of a wall and pulled him back into the arena.

The fight continued for several more moments and the angel watched as the green-clad warrior pulled a bow out of the same unknown spot as the other object and shot the orange fighter. The fighter was too slow to dodge and fell into the wall, taking a moment to get back up.

That moment was their downfall.

The green-clad warrior leapt forwards with a loud battle cry and with tremendous force slashed downward on the still-recovering fighter. The fighter bounced off the ground with such ferocity that they went flying into the sky and disappeared with a blast of light, leaving the remaining fighter to sheath his sword onto his back after a fancy twirl.

The angel was hooked. He quickly learnt about the tournament called The Super Smash Brothers and eagerly drank up any knowledge he knew about it. He found the name of the victorious warrior, Link, and the loser who turned out to be a woman named Samus Aran.

The angel watched the whole tournament. Link quickly became his favourite fighter simply because he never gave up no matter how different the scores were, and this determination changed the expected results of more than one match. He watched as the final eight, Link being one of them, became too close in score for anyone to fall behind by twenty points, they were just too good, so the Master Hand called forth the Sudden Death Final Matches. Each fighter was randomly paired off with another fighter, given three stocks, and were told simply to defeat the other if they wanted to become Smash King.

The next series of matches were more intense than anything the angel had ever seen. No one was eliminated easily, and everyone fought for all they were worth.

That was what started the blue-eyed angel's desire to be in the tournament.

Watching as Mario finally became victorious among all the other smashers (that's what one of the television shows called them and the name quickly stuck), the angel wished that one day, that could be him. Even as his favourite smasher, Link, fell in the final match, the angel still thought that he was the best fighter.

Several years later (for the angel anyways he didn't know how the smasher's timelines went), the angel hoped to be proven right.

A new tournament was called. Super Smash Brothers: Melee Tournament was even greater than the first tournament. There were more fighters and even more battles. The angel followed each and every one of these battles from his place in Skyworld in the dead of night by watching them in the scrying pool. He also watched all the information shows that were released by the Master Hand that told the viewers about each of the smashers and what they had done to get into the tournament.

The angel wished that if he couldn't fight in the tournament, that he could at the very least go down in person to watch. However, he knew that even though he didn't need to lead his troops into battle, being a captain was still a very demanding job and he could not leave it for more than a few days, which is the amount of time it would take to fly down there, watch a match or so, then fly back since he'd have to cross a dimension-barrier. Besides, the goddess Palutena needed him here, not wishing for a cheap why to satisfy his fighter's spirit.

The match that the angel was watching at the moment was the final match of the Melee Tournament. The match was between Captain Falcon and Link. Mario had surprisingly lost to Princess Zelda in the quarter finals. Zelda then lost to Link in the next match. Both fighters were down to one stock but unfortunately for the angel, Link had about eighty percent more damage than Falcon.

The angel silently cheered on his near-idol and felt the thrill of a fight coarse through him as he mock-punched the air as if it were Captain Falcon. It was a mere shadow of the true thrill of battle, but the angel would take what he could get.

The angel couldn't help the small whoop of victory he let out when Link finally came out victorious. He pumped his fists as Link did his signature taunt at the end of a battle, twirling his sword around before he sheathed it. The announcer was just calling out Link's victory when –

"I knew I'd find you here, Pit."

Pit whirled around in shock, the image in the scrying pool fading back into nothingness in his lapse of focus. Standing before him was none other than Palutena herself. Her golden crown-like laurel sat gently upon her long green hair but she was only wearing a plane white dress instead of her usual decorated one. Her plain dress did not hinder her beauty, if anything, it seemed to enhance it.

Pit broke out of his shock and ran forward to kneel at the feet of his goddess. "P-Palutena! I-I'm sorry! I didn't see you!"

The goddess gently laid a hand on Pit's shoulder, making him look up at her. She gestured for Pit to stand up and he did not hesitate. "It is late," Palutena said in a soft voice.

Pit looked down as he answered in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I was just …" Pit couldn't finish his sentence. He hadn't told anyone about the Smash Tournament, not even his closest friends or his goddess.

Palutena smiled softly at him. "I know of what you watch," she said gently, making Pit look up sharply, "as the creator of this particular scrying pool, I am able to see who has accessed it and what they have watched." Pit's eyes widened, he hadn't known that.

The goddess continued to speak in a soft voice and said, "I know that your spirit desires for battle, you were born in a time of great need so how could you not be? I knew from the moment I saw you that you would be destined for great things. I could see it in the way you interacted with people … your very presence demanded the attention of those around you making you a good leader. It was no accident that you became the youngest captain of my army in our history. I could see it in the way that you could handle any weapon that was given to you and more often than not, beat your teachers in practice. Not for nothing were you the best archer in my entire army before you were even officially in the army. But most of all, I could see that you were destined for greatness in your eyes. Through your eyes I can see your untameable spirit along with a wildness that is unique to any angel. Angels are peaceful beings by nature, yet you seem to lack that to some extent. In some ways I cannot even to begin to understand how fighting seems to thrill you … yet I know that's just the way you were born to be."

Pit was stunned. Palutena had just shared so much with him, some things he didn't even know about himself. He didn't even know what to say in response so he just said, "Thank you."

Palutena seemed to sense his confusion and let out a small, bell-like laugh. "Do not worry, Pit. I would not expect anything less than a fighter's spirit from the captain of my army. My only regret is that I could not give you enough time off to go watch one of these matches in person."

Pit was floored. Palutena wanted him to watch one of the matches? He knew that he was closer to the goddess than most angels, but for her to regret not being able to let him go to a match that was in another dimension, especially when angels were supposed to be peace-loving beings … it boggled Pit's mind.

Palutena turned and walked up the steps leading to another part of the palace. When she reached the top she turned and said, "By the way, who won?"

Pit couldn't help it. He laughed. For several minutes Pit couldn't answer her around his laughter but finally he was able to say, "L-Link," around a few giggles.

Palutena nodded. "That's good. I like him. He has the same spirit in his eyes during a match that I see every time I look at you. Goodnight, Pit." With that she turned and left.

For a long moment Pit just stood there. 'What does she mean by that?' Pit thought as he turned an open window to fly home, 'I'm nowhere near as good as him.'

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amethystdreamstar: Hello everyone. I was writing a Harry Potter story but this has been swirling around in my mind for a while along with another Brawl story that's about everyone in Brawl being part of an assassin guild/group/organization.

I was writing my other story when I noticed that my labtop wouldn't charge anymore. I sent it to myself so I wouldn't lose it (turns out I melted and broke the part where you plug in the charger so it's toast) and then finished the chapter. I went to upload it after I had saved and closed it and to my dismay, it was the same version as the unfinished one I sent to myself.

I was very angry about this but resolved to rewrite the extra 3500-4000 words plus all the changes I had made. I was about halfway through when the page randomly refreshed and I lost everything that I had fixed … again!

I was royally ticked off and decided to write this instead on my sister's computer. It's only the prologue and I'm not sure if I should even write the rest. I might write another chapter or so that will be much longer (3000 words is really short for me) and if I get a few people saying they like it, I will continue it but updates will probably be slow (unless I get a REALLY good response :P )

I may write this as slash if I get enough people telling me too (guess who will be paired with Pit :P ) but not anything to graphic I don't think since I don't think I could write it, or it will just be a really strong friendship, I'm not sure yet.

Please review and tell me if I should keep writing :)

August 23rd 2011