Marth 2
By The Warrior of the Healing Flame

After the magic flash had faded, Marth had found himself standing in front of a mansion that was superbly luxurious.

With golden bricks that layered the mountainous towers, Marth couldn't help comparing it to his own castle. Back in Aleta his castle was bigger than all of the richest and most powerful nobles. Even if their mansions were lines with luxurious amounts of gold, Marth's stone castle was still the envy of all the nobles in Aleta and even some people outside of Atlea.

This was on another level.

For the first time in his life Marth thought that his own castle was small. Only a commoner in this universe would have a home of that size, the fortress in front of him looked like it housed Gods.

"I see, you must be Marth correct?" asked a calm but powerful male voice, which caused Marth to quickly turn around only to spot a giant floating white hand.

Instantly Marth jumped backwards.

"Who are you demon?!" he demanded in an alarmed manner.

Without waiting for an answer he immediately drew his sword, without hesitation and in a swift graceful manner pointed his blade at the floating glove. He waited for it to just try to cast an evil spell on him or attempt to squish him like a bug, so that he could counter attack and go in to kill this demon. The glove, seemingly watching the mortal in front of him, floated gallantly for a few moments before chuckling.

"Disarm yourself your highness, for you see I am the creator of the tournament, Master Hand." The floating hand explained itself despite not having any visible mouth to speak from, "And I'm not a demon I reassure you but rather what you would call a god."

At first Marth was confused, unsure what he should do, but nothing about this situation was natural and he knew he couldn't rely too much on past experiences to help him.

"My apologies." Marth replied in a graceful manner, before sheathing his sword.

"No need for apologies, I get that same reaction a lot by residents either from your universe or universes similar to yours." Master Hand said.

"I see." Marth replied, although confused by what he meant by 'universe'.

"Anything you want to ask?" Master Hand asked Marth.

"Yes, what if my world is under attack during my time here?" Marth asked.

"Well I would send you back with a supply of Smash Balls which would grant your troops the power to deal with threats very quickly." Master Hand explained, "Let's check out your world, just to make sure everything is okay."

Within seconds Master hand flew towards the sky, dragging his fingers across the atmosphere and warping the nearby area. Marth watched as he clawed and manipulated the sky as easily as a Mage conjures fire. Within moments the rift in the sky showed Aleta before Marth with the sun shining, people laughing as they walked the streets without any sign of danger.

As quickly as it was formed, Master hand snapped his fingers, causing the tear to go away.

"See the people are safe with or without the Smash Balls. Before you ask, Smash Balls are an item I created for this tournament which can unleash their fullest power and then some, once smashed. The effect differs per person so no final smash is the same, an example would be, if some of the people in your world would smash one of these, will give strength to deal critical hits to anyone in their path." Master Hand explained.

"I see." Marth muttered, in an attempt to hide his thoughts as he mentally shuddered at the thought of what such a power could do if it fell into the wrong hands.

"Not to worry, they only can exist and work here in this world, unless I give permission for them to leave this universe." Master Hand replied.

"I see." Marth replied.

"Well you are not the first to worry about things like this." Master Hand said, "When I invited Link, Mario and Samus, they showed concern for their worlds as well, and everything was alright in their worlds, to an extent, during the time they were fighting here."

Before Marth could speak, Master Hand continued.

"Might I also ask how you are going to fight?"

"With my sword, Falcion sir." Marth said to him, before patting his sheathed sword.

"I see, it's a powerful sword isn't it?" Master Hand said to Marth.

"Yes, all swords are but it is the wielder who gives it the power." Marth replied.

"I see. Anyway we have a lot to talk about so let's get-" Master Hand said, before suddenly the sound of a glass breaking was heard from a mile away, followed by a quick shadow that sped past Marth faster than the lightning he had seen Gotoh cast his fearsome Thoron spell.

"Oh dear." Master hand said , which caught Marth's attention and caused him to ask

"What is it? Bandits? Evil Dragons? A Rebellion? What?"

"Do not worry. To me this is a typical annoying thing I go through, although to you it could be worse, so perhaps there is reason to be worried." Master Hand replied, half pondering to himself.

Before Marth could ask what it was, a hyperactive hand that was the same as Master Hand flew right behind Marth before screaming loudly into his ear.

"I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU!"

The scream easily spooked Marth, but before he could turn around the other hand flew into the sky screaming again in a hyperactive high-pitched voice.

"I believe I can fly away now because Levon was born on a cloud made in heaven and hell!"

Marth stood in utter silence just watching as the other hand flew about in the sky doing barrel rolls, somersaults, loop de loops and corkscrews, before asking Master Hand.

"Who is that?" Marth asked.

"That's um...my little sister, Crazy Hand." Master Hand explained.

Marth nodded and made a mental note to somehow beg the gods for mercy, so that they do not force any of their offspring to suffer the cruel fate of a possibly demonic hyperactive little sister like Crazy Hand ever, no matter the possible amount of things they did to offend them.

"So anyway we have a lot to speak about." Master Hand said, "So if you could follow me."

Marth nodded before swiftly following Master Hand into the Mansion just in time before Crazy Hand had crashed onto the ground where they had been both talking moments ago.

'If we hadn't moved just now-' Marth thought, before shuddered at mental image of himself smashed like a giant pancake.

"It's best if you don't ask questions about my bro- little sister, it would be very hard to explain." Master hand said to Marth.

"I see." Marth replied back.

The two went inside the grand bronze doors of the mansion, which opened to reveal a red carpet draped across a smooth marble stone floor.

'I can't wait to fight in this tournament.' Marth thought to himself as he followed Master Hand deep into the halls.

Meanwhile, Crazy hand lay on the ground, stunned from slamming into it at 5,000 miles per hour before suddenly recovering in five seconds and shortly afterwards screaming again.

"DAMN YOU GROUND AND GRAVITY WHY DID YOU BOTH HAVE TO EXIST?! IS IT BECAUSE SO YOU KEEP THE CRAZY UNDER CONTROL?! HUH?! HUH? WELL NEWS FLASH WE ARE GOING TO KICK YOUR A** MOTHER NATURE! WHY? BECAUSE WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS YOU GODDAMN PHILISTINE, SO LET IT GO! WHAT READER, AM I WRONG FOR WANTING A WORLD WITHOUT GRAVITY, WELL THAT'S JUST HOW I FEEL , BESIDES I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE AND YOU'RE PUSHING IT!"

After ranting, Crazy Hand proceeded to dig a hole until it was 3000 feet deep within five seconds flat, before emitting yet another high pitched scream before fainted at the very bottom of the hole, under the shade of the dirt mountain that was born as a result of Crazy Hand's excessive digging.