First thing: If you haven't read about Darkrai attacking, go back a chapter. If you have, never mind.
Sorry to leave everyone on a cliffhanger for so long. I got wrapped up in my new fic, How To Lift a Curse, which is this fic's aunt, I would say. If you like this one then you'll probably like H2LC. OC-centric but definitely
not clichéd! Anyway, enough shameless self-advertisement. TA DA.

Cresselia shrieked again, while Darkrai maneuvered backwards into the shadows, out of Cresselia's light. She rushed forwards as though she were about to peck him but he drifted around her, only to get a blade to the back, and was sent flying forwards again. A voice appeared in Pit's mind.

Icarus, I must deal with Darkrai alone. Take your friends and leave!

"Cresselia? I mean, no, I'm supposed to protect this place too!" he spun his bow around in a short circle. He wasn't sure if he should really be disobeying a legendary, but he was and he wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He felt Cresselia's blank gaze follow him as he flapped into the air alongside Mew, firing an arrow as Mewtwo dodged another blow. Cresselia raised her pink wings and screamed again. Only this time it wasn't a scream. It was a cry, a plea, a song. There was another flash. A curve of light appeared again, this time shining brightly. Darkrai hissed for a moment, before Cresselia finally flapped her wings and launched into Lunar Dance. Pit didn't know exactly what happened since it was so bright, but he did know that by the time he could see again, Darkrai had gone, and there was an unconscious Cresselia on the floor. Mew was sitting on the floor by her, patting her side with his little paws, Mewtwo on the other side, near her head. Pit ran over.

"What happened?" he asked, kneeling down.

Lunar Dance is an incredibly powerful move. Usually it restores the health of anyone in the surrounding area, though this time it vanquished Darkrai. For now. Mewtwo told him. Pit laid a hand on Cresselia's side. She was feathery but not feathery like a bird. It was hard to explain. It was like her whole body was made of clouds. Not the wet kind of cloud either, the fluffy kind that they got in Angel Land on sunny days. He stroked her gently.

"And that kind of power is too much?"

Indeed.

"When will she wake up?"

"Perhaps I can help," the three of them all turned and looked at Zelda. "I'm not sure what happened…but I can try and help heal her," she sat down next to Pit and placed her hands on Cresselia's side. Her Triforce mark glowed. "Tell me what happened,"

"I was about to go back to Skyworld with Mew when he saw Darkrai. As I was about to attack Mewtwo came in, and then Cresselia arrived, cast her Lunar Dance thing and passed out,"

"She's a very beautiful creature. What happened to Darkrai?"

"I think Cresselia scared him off,"
But he is not dead.

"Yeah. He's not dead,"

It wouldn't be as easy as that.

"What are you doing wandering around anyway, Princess?"

"I felt that something was wrong. This may not be Hyrule but it is still my land. Ah, there…" she stood up and stepped back, Pit and Mewtwo doing the same, as Cresselia shook her head and floated back up. She looked at them both.

My thanks. she said. I am sorry I could not be here sooner but… she paused for a moment. I must leave now. We will meet again, Icarus. Farewell. there was a large poof of smoke and she was gone. They stood in silence for a moment. Pit didn't even notice the flicker of purple as Mewtwo vanished. He'd felt something when Darkrai had fled. The sharp edge of evil. And an evil he recognized. He knew Medusa would be back someday. She was a Goddess. You can't kill a Goddess, no matter how many Sacred Treasures you wield. He just didn't know it would be so soon.

"Mew, we're going now. We need to inform Paluntena on what happened," he said, breaking the silence. Mew drifted over and settled on his head. "Bye Zelda. See you tomorrow,"

"Goodbye Pit," she stood there for a moment after the teleportation flash had died down. She'd had an idea…

Pit had a rather rude but necessary awakening the following morning. There was someone hammering at the door to his room.

"Captain! Captain!"

"Whaaaat? Go away," he pulled the covers over his head.

"Captain, its 10am!"

"WHAAAT?" the duvet was thrown back instantly. He blinked at the clock. "Sweet Paluntena! Oh, yeah, you're dismissed," he waited until the footsteps had faded away, and then stuck his head under the bed. He knew his toga was around here somewhere…

Other people, or creatures, had an equally as untasteful awakening. The eyes of the creature opened as it felt the sun on its back. It looked around sleepily, and then drew itself upright.

"?" it said, somehow. It was very hot here and very rocky. It might not be the smartest creature ever, but it knew that there were no deserts where it came from. Maybe it was in the Mushroom Kingdom, they had a huge desert there. But no…there weren't any Pokeys wiggling across the horizon. In fact, there wasn't anything on the horizon but heatlines. Its brow furrowed. There wasn't anything here at all. Then, as the thought of no food hit it, it exclaimed:

"YOSHI!"

On the other hand, there were some people that were used to the desert, and also didn't sleep. Such a person was the Gerudo King Ganondorf, pummeling a training dummy to little wooden pieces.

"I feel that you should show at least a little mercy on the training apparatus," a deep and exotic voice said. Ganondorf turned around. There wasn't anyone there. Then he looked down.

"I show no mercy," he said to the short, round thing. "Who are you?"

"My name is Meta Knight. I presume you must be Ganondorf," Ganon nodded. "Bearer of the Triforce of Power, I believe,"

"Yes," they fell silent while Ganon decapitated another mannequin with a blazing fist of purple fire. Neither of the two were much for small talk and neither of them said much to begin with. As he attacked a third dummy, Meta Knight spoke again.

"I have rarely seen people attack with such viciousness in training alone,"

"It helps to picture the faces of your enemies,"

"Such as whom?"

"There is one standing over there," his dark eyes darted to a short green figure in the doorway. Young Link gave a squeak of fright and quickly disappeared. "One Link was one enough. Three is...unacceptable,"

"They are all so different,"

"And all as annoying,"

"Thankfully there is only one Navi,"

"Oh yes," limbs of wood went flying. "I remember when fairies healed first and asked questions later,"

"I can remember when Dreamland wasn't ruled by a buffoon,"

"That would be King Dedede, correct?"

"Indeed. It was previously a peaceful place…"

"You think you can go around and destroy the world with just a punch?" a slow and heavy drawl echoed from the doorway. There was a 'pok' noise, and a dummy exploded into several fine pieces, chinking off of Meta Knight's mask and Ganon's armour. Snake moved out of the shadows, his sneaking suit deactivating. "I remember what it was like before I ended up in a desert,"

"Deserts can be quite hospitable if you know what it is you're doing," said Ganon.

"Deserts are practically luxury compared to what I've been through,"

"Really? Then perhaps you remember when…"

Pit tilted his wings and started to drop. Mew had spotted the green thing he was meant to be tracking. That was another reason why the little pink blob Pokemon was useful. If only he'd been around when he was meant to be finding Mewtwo. It could've ended in a lot less pain. When he was a couple of metres from the ground he folded his wings up and dropped. The new hero was a dinosaurish kind of thing, and if Mew hadn't been there Pit probably would've ended up as said dinosaur's dinner. It had that hungry kind of look in its eyes which Pit had seen in Kirby's and Dedede's before they inhaled a whole buffet or whatever.

"Hey there," he patted the dinosaur's nose. "You're…Yoshi, right?"

"Yosh!" Yoshi nodded. "Yoshi! Yo shi shi!" There was a weak flash as Mew transformed into a Lucario again.

He says hi! And…that he's hungry. You got any food, Mister Captain?

"Um, yeah," Pit stuck a hand into his hammerspace pockets and found a simple red apple, which Yoshi licked straight out of his hand.

"Mmm," he smacked his lips.

"Yoshi, if you want more food all you need to do is follow me,"

"Yoshi! Yosh!"

He says that he wants you to ride him. Mew translated. Pit's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Yosh!"

"Cool!" Pit had ridden a variety of strange creatures. Hippogriffs, manticores, Pegasi, even a dragon, but he hadn't ridden a Yoshi, which was quite comfortable in comparison to some. And considering the length of the creature's legs, Yoshi could go pretty fast. Mew spent most of the journey in his usual form, sitting on Pit's head. Yoshi reacted to Pit's movements too, allowing Pit to steer him in the direction of the city. Ike had once asked the Angel how he always knew where he was when he was in the desert. Pit didn't really know. Like a homing pigeon, he just knew. As for the question of why some people, such as Snake and Kirby, could find their way here while others couldn't. No one knew the answer to that one. Zelda had shared a suspicion that it might be the doing of Master Hand's counterpart, though when Pit had badgered her for more answers he hadn't gotten them.

Speaking of which…Master Hand's counterpart. The left hand. Crazy Hand. He was, most of the time, relatively harmless. But whatever Master Hand created, Crazy Hand put a spin on. If Master Hand created a horse, Crazy Hand would give it wings and make it into a Pegasus. If Master Hand created a rose, Crazy Hand would make its petals multi-coloured, simply to make the world more interesting. He was seen even less than Master Hand was. Even Zelda, who knew the most out of any of the Smashers, knew very little about the Hand of Chaos. But she did know that where Master Hand had been made by the Goddess of Unity, a supposedly beautiful and benevolent immortal, Crazy Hand had been made by the Goddess' nemesis, the God of Chaos and evil. Unity had won, in the end…but there had been no rules made saying that it would stay that way, and that Crazy Hand would only be just a crazy hand. That he wouldn't remember when he was the pawn of the God of Chaos, and that he wouldn't remember when he was evil and there was much more fun in the world…

Don't expect me to update nearly as frequently as I did before. I'll update when I get round to wanting to write this. I'm focusing on my own book, and on H2LC (and also a fic for a contest, nvm). I want to make it very clear that I'm not giving up! I'm just…slowing down. See you when I see you (and hopefully see you in a review *cough*)