Tonight was especially nice. There upon the old log I sat, the soft chirring of crickets surrounding me like an orchestra, and I was the conductor. At least, that is what I liked to imagine. I went to my customary place—the clearing by the lake—to think of a new song. I must admit, I was a bit of a night owl. I plucked at my lyre now and again, but inspiration was a rather fickle thing.

One must never rush notes, however. When they were ready, I will be ready, and it shall be my best song yet. Until then, I gazed up at the stars, enjoying the tranquility of the night. Tournaments, schedules, all that chaos… Being able to get away from it all was truly one of life's greatest pleasures, and how I welcomed it.

Suddenly, I was treated to a most spectacular sight—just as the stars glimmered above, so too did the fireflies below, their glow reflecting off the still surface of the lake. One came to rest upon my shoulder, wanting to keep me company. I smiled. For such small creatures, they certainly liked to show off. Just one of the many wonders of nature.

Yet, as I watched the fireflies, I found myself thinking about Samus. Determined, kind, and a bit quick-tempered at times…but she always tried her best at everything she did. In truth, I looked up to her.

The notes were just in reach, and I promptly seized them, letting my fingers do the rest.