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Chapter 11
The Battlefield
Far away from the ruined zoo, there stood a fortress. This fortress had been deserted for many years. Right now, there was only one there.
On the highest point of the fortress, there stood a man in middle ages-style clothing. He had blue hair and a similar robe. He had a sword in a sheath at his side. His name was Marth.
Marth was currently lost in thought as he stared off over the battlefield in front of the fortress. He was remembering years ago, before the great battle, when he was a smasher. They had been good times, and he hadn't liked it when they ended. Even less had he liked it that it had happened in the way it did.
He'd chosen to support Ganondorf, not because he thought Ganondorf's plans were right, but because he'd thought the others were going about handling Ganondorf the wrong way. He'd wanted peace between them, and tried to remain neutral. But, after Mr. Game-and-Watch left, he'd realized that he had to either choose a side or leave. And if he left, he'd lose any chance he had of playing a part in holding them together. He'd gone to Ganondorf because he thought he could make him see sense. But after the fighting broke out, he began wishing that he'd followed Game-and-Watch's example and left.
At first, he'd thought everything would turn out okay. The reason Roy chose the other side was that they had thought that if they each tried to talk sense into the leaders of each side, battle could be prevented. Unfortunately, this also meant that if they failed and war did break out, they'd be on opposite sides of the battlefield for the first time in their life. And as the Smash Bros. continued to fall apart, they started to realize that their efforts to stop the battle were futile.
Sure enough, only a couple weeks after they chose their sides, the smashers broke into war. Marth watched in horror as the Smash Bros., now halved, fought against each other.
At first, he had the theory that he could put each smasher out of commission, without actually killing them, and if he could do this to smashers on both sides, there would be no one left to fight, which meant the battle would cease. Roy had been with him at this time, and agreed that it could work. So when the battle began, they did their best to put everyone out of commission, Roy taking out Ganondorf's forces, and Marth himself taking out Mario's.
But, about half way through, things went horribly wrong. Roy, while trying to take out Mewtwo, accidently killed him. Ganondorf, seeing this, had performed a move that must have broken every bone in Roy's body, and it mortally wounded him. Marth had been with him as he died, he had tried to save him, but nothing could be done. Roy was dead within the hour. After this, Marth had refused to fight. He had put down his sword and stood to the side, watching as everything he had known since joining them was torn apart. After the battle, he had gone into exile along with Ganondorf and the rest of his followers. But he had refused to stay with Ganondorf, and had left him to travel the world alone. Eventually, he'd returned to this fortress. It was important for him, because it was here that Master Hand had first recruited him.
Suddenly, Marth was jerked out of his revery. He'd been staring absently over a battlefield filled with catapults and broken arrows, along with several other remnants of an ancient battle, when he saw something that didn't belong.
Out in the middle, there was a sphere, with a crease running vertically around it, and an X on the front. As he watched, two robots pulled it open, and it exploded. However, instead of exploding, a large sphere of black coming from the thing. It expanded and didn't die. And from it came something that instantly caught his attention: a robed and hooded figure on a floating platform. It was flying away from the blackness. Around it, bits of darkness were forming into puddles on the ground, from which were rising creatures. Marth looked at them, then at the figure. There was something going on here, and the robed and hooded figure was the source of it, he was sure of it. He pulled out his sword and flashed it over the creatures, letting them know he was there, and would fight to defend the fortress.
He started by jumping down from the fortress, a little bit at a time. When he reached the ground, he saw how large the army was. He looked at the black sphere. Whatever was going on, it had something to do with that. He charged.
As he plunged towards the thing, it became apparent just how many creatures there were. There were creatures on the ground, almost normal looking with various weapons, spherical creatures with long arms with blades at the end, and several more. He cut and slashed through them all, and was discovering that every time one died, it turned to black mist. He jumped to attack one of the ball things, and stabbed it where he was guessing its heart was. It became black mist. Every one of them died when they faced him, and he was determined to leave as few of the attackers alive as possible.
Finally, he arrived in front of the sphere. The army, by now, had turned into a black fog that was quickly going away. Up close, the sphere was much bigger. It seemed to be made of black fog itself.
As he stood, watching it, a rushing sound met his ears. He turned and raised his sword just in time to deflect another blade, being held by what seemed to be a round ball with hands and feet. It wore a mask made of metal, with a v shaped hole so he could see. Dark, bat-like wings were coming from his back. The two clashed again. This time, the ball slid backwards a few feet. However, it recovered quickly and seemed to fly across the ground towards him. Their swords met again, and they continued the duel. Suddenly, creatures jumped up behind them and grabbed them. Big mistake. The two turned and slashed at their attackers, who became mist as the fell onto the ground. The two looked at each other. Marth was the first to speak.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Meta Knight," the ball answered, as Marth realized that the bat wings had turned into something more like a cape. "You?"
"Marth."
"Marth, I suggest you look around us."
He did, and saw what Meta Knight was talking about instantly. Dark puddles were forming, which in turn were forming creatures.
"Are you with me or against me?" Marth asked.
"If you're following the thing in the robes, I'm with you. It stole my ship."
"Then we're on the same side."
"Yes," Meta Knight said, looking at the retreating figure. And they ran into the army.
This time, the goal wasn't to destroy the creatures, as Marth had tried to do earlier. Just get through them to the hooded man. Meta Knight instantly proved himself a worthy fighter when he took out five creatures at once by pointing his sword in front of himself and using his wings/cape to propel himself forward like a drill. Marth cut and stabbed with his sword. Eventually, they broke through and continued after the robed figure. It was then that Marth realized that another bomb was connected to the platform.
The thing seemed to increase speed as they approached. Marth jumped into the air and tried to cut the bomb away from it, but it flew higher, and he missed.
He turned as they continued the pursuit, and spoke. "Leave now. You will not be able to stop us. All efforts are futile."
"Wanna bet?" Meta Knight shouted, spreading his wings and trying to fly up. He was cut off when the creature fired a laser at him. It almost hit his wing, and would have if it hadn't become part of a robe just in time.
The figure flew down, just low enough to be out of their reach. They were at the edge of a cliff.
"What are you?" Marth asked.
"I am the Ancient Minister."
"Why are you doing this?" Meta Knight asked. "Stealing my ship, bombing two places with it? What do you get out of it?"
The Ancient Minister was silent for a moment. "What is to come is inevitable. You would do well to stay out of the way."
"Yeah right," Meta Knight said, getting ready to jump again, but he was distracted by another sword in the air. It was too big to be his or Marth's. It spun in the air, and suddenly they saw a new arrival jump up, grab the sword, and bring it down on the thing connecting the bomb to the platform. The platform seemed to break, and the Ancient Minister went hurtling away.
"Who are you?" Meta Knight asked as the newcomer straightened up.
"That's Ike," Marth said.
As Ike got to his feet, he spoke. "Hello, Marth," he said.
"Where did you come from?" Marth asked.
"I was following that minister thing," Ike said. "I found him here. Didn't expect to find you here, though. And that ball thing."
"Meta Knight," Meta Knight said.
"Anyways," Ike said, looking at the bomb on the ground. "We gonna get rid of this thing or what?"
Marth walked forward and, with Ike's help, pushed the bomb over the edge of the cliff.
"Well, now what?" Marth asked as they stood up.
"I vote we follow the Minister," Meta Knight said, pointing. "He went that way. Come on."
Well, that's it for now. Please R&R, flames are the only kind of review not allowed. Flames are wrong. Criticism is good, flaming is not. Gamer4 out.
