Chapter 4: A New Hope

Young Link woke up early that morning to hear the sound of blasting and crashing down the hall, where the location of the Corneria stage was. He hated having his room so close to one of the arenas. He groggily got out of bed, only in his pajamas, and walked down the hall to watch the fight. Fox, Falco, and Michelle were up bright and early to continue her training. She was wearing the blue outfit that looked like Fox's. She had her pair of sunglasses in her hair, wearing them like a headband. She blasted quickly at Fox and Falco. Fox reflected the shot, but Falco got hit in the chest, wincing slightly, then grinning.

"Your aim's not bad, Human," complimented Falco. "But your speed can't match it!" He then did his favorite move, the Falco Phantasm and literally swept Michelle off her feet, letting her land on her back hard. She quickly got up and darted at Falco, then drop kicked him in his manhood. His eyes widened and he doubled over, coughing, holding that region. She stepped back, putting her hands over her mouth.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Falco," apologized Michelle. "I meant to hit you in the chest, not your-well, you know." Falco just glared at her. He was ready to give her the beating of her life. But before he could even lay a finger on her, Fox knocked Falco over, giving him an angry look.

"Look, she said she was sorry, all right," defended Fox. He then turned to Michelle, his hard look softening. "A tip for future reference: Don't apologize to the fighter during a match. It'll take you off guard, and your objective is to knock your opponent down in anyway you can, even it means." Fox only cringed before he could finish, understanding Falco's pain. Falco got up and then he and Fox did their signature fire moves and knocked Michelle off the stage. The match then ended and the three rode the mobile platforms up to the docking bay. Young Link ran down the hall and up to the three. Michelle looked at the younger version of the Hero of Time. She could only smile and ruffle his hair, making him laugh. He looked different without his hat; more innocent.

"You're getting there, Michelle," interrupted Fox. She turned around to face him. "But, I'm not sure if this is your thing. Your aim is okay, but you still can't handle a blaster. Plus your speed isn't all that great.

"I'm a dancer, not a track star," protested Michelle. "My leg muscles come from dance and dance alone."

"Dancing isn't going to get you anywhere in this arena," stated Falco, getting the feeling back into his midsection. Michelle's glare soon turned into an upset face once more, only this time, tears were forming in her eyes. She quickly excused herself and ran off. The young Hylian turned around and watched her run off with a frown.

"I don't understand girls," said Young Link with a confused expression on his face.

"Trust me, you never will, Kid," coughed Falco.

The next few days were about the same for Michelle. She tried Captain Falcon's style. Too slow. She tried Samus' ways. The suit was too big. Then the Ice Climbers. Too klutzy. She even tried Zelda's ways, but she couldn't even use magic. Everyone was starting to lose hope, even Michelle.

Zelda walked down the hallway with a worried look on her face. There were only two days left until the deadline. Michelle wasn't ready. She wasn't even aware of the real reason why she was there. As she walked past the training room, she could hear someone training pretty hard. She peered into the room and she thought she saw Link for a moment in there, practicing with his sword. She smiled and blinked a few times, but then her smile faded as she saw it wasn't him. Then her face grew surprised as she saw Michelle practicing with a beam sword as if it were a real sword. She walked in and watched her train. Her sword skills looked great. She smiled and got an idea that just might work.