M O M E N T O

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Notice: This is a PROLOGUE of THC, meaning it happened before the events of Two Heroes Collide. I've taken the first few parts of my story from the official Star Fox manga entitled "Farewell, Beloved Falco" in the Japanese site of Nintendo. Luckily, there's an English version that you can get at [www.arwinglanding.tk]. Oh, I will temporarily stop Two Heroes Collide: Juniors if I am making this. Don't worry! I think this will only take 20 chapters or less!

Sorry for the delay! Classes are back!


Chapter 14, Beowulfe

     Harold Lombardi tore the Tri-Wolves Hunters apart. He killed Seraphy and used Samson in his experiment. Only Scythe survived and saved Falco and Ellie. Now they return to Arctican to escape, however, with Scythe having a scar to remember.

     "Oh… my head…"

     "Seraphy…"

     "Samson…"

     "No… This can't be…"

     "I can't…"

     A strange yet familiar voice echoed suddenly through Scythe. A strange figure of a tall wolf with an eye-patch neared him.

     "Hmph! And you call yourself O'Donnell's brother!"

     "Who… who are you?"

     "You don't even recognize me at all!"

     "Wolf!"

     "The way you look doesn't give you a merit to be called by my last name, Scythe!"

     "But I…"

     "What kind of leader are you?"

     "You're right…"

     "What am I?"

     "You look disgusting! You couldn't fight back! You're pathetic…"

     The strange dream slowly fades, waking Scythe up. He was inside a room inside The Glacier. Apparently, since almost everyone was abducted, there are only four of them who are residing in that ship.

     Anna entered the room with a tray of food. She smiled as she laid it down on a desk beside the bed where Scythe lies.

     "Hey, here's your meal!" she smiled. "I hope you like bacons and fillet, these are the only food in the fridge…"

     "Yeah… it's fine… I like it." he answered back.

     Suddenly, he felt a scorching pain from his left eye that was treated with gauze. Anna tried to check it, but he just smiled and tries to avoid her touching the wound.

     "My eye's okay…" he replied as he touches it. "I'm really okay here, you could go now…"

     "Well… if you say so…" she sighed. She walked away, leaving him with his meal.

     Scythe couldn't do much of his condition now, but he still thinks about his dreams. What if it was telling something? He just has to wait…

     Meanwhile, Falco and Ellie are trying to repair the flagship's main control. Even though it wasn't damaged and the ship's engines are still all right, the controls are vital for full comprehension for the machine. Since they are just two, however, fixing it will be a hard job.

     "Man! I'm beat!" Falco shouted as he wipes his sweat off. "I can't seem to understand how to make this thing work!" He then slides out from the console, wiping a towel to his sweaty chest and arms.

     "I don't know this stuff too." Ellie replied. "Only Cold and Frigi can fix this thing here, but we have to keep on trying! This is our only hope in saving Northern Wolves and stopping Harold!"

     "I pity Scythe though…" Falco added. "His team worked for Harold once because of the bounty, but they ended up being wrecked. Only Scythe survived."

     Scythe suddenly walked inside the place where Falco and Ellie are. He seems to be in deep thought, and he needs somebody to talk now.

     "Hey," he asked, "What are you two doing here? Maybe you need to take a break."

     "Oh, Scythe…" Falco startled. "We're fixing this machine. How's your body?"

     "I'm fine… but my eye…"

     "Sorry, even my chi-healing can't mend it…" Ellie apologized. "I guess that'll give you a scar, and you might not be able to use that left eye of yours." (Hmm… she's part Lupina eh? Chi-healing sounds familiar in THC 3)

     "Hey, sorry to drop by…" a voice echoed through the room. The three looked around, and saw a red wolf standing outside the main entrance carrying a sword. "I was looking for Kelvin when I saw your ship…"

     "Beowulfe!" Anna giggled as she ran from her place at the kitchen to the main room, blushing. "Well… big bro's not here! Sorry!"

     "You're place is like a dump." he laughed. "Might I stick for a while?"

     "H-hey! What kind of guy are you?" Falco gruffly complained. "You couldn't just butt in!"

     "Who's this Ellie? Is he baka-Garou's (idiot-Garou's) new subservience?" Beowulfe grinned.

     "Idiot? Me?!!!" Falco angrily shouted. His fists start to shake.

     "Calm down Falco…" Scythe whispered. "Ignore that creep."

     "Hmm, it looks like Beowulfe started a fight again!" Ellie smiled.

     "And it's not onii-chan he has made a run-in!" Anna added. "I think this is better for them, especially for Scythe. Trust me…"

     "Hey you, one-eye!" Beowulfe shouted. Scythe caught his attention, filling with anger. "You seem to be more pitiful than this parrot, why not try my challenge?"

     "PARROT?!!! NOW YOU'VE DONE IT, WOLF BOY!!!" Falco angrily grumbled, but then he was stopped by Scythe.

     "I accept your challenge, over-confident red lupine." He answered back. "What's it all about?"

     "Let's step outside. You'll see…" he grinned.

     Everyone walked outside. TO their surprise, they saw an arena.

     "Neat huh? I made it by myself!" Beowulfe boasted. "Anyway, the challenge is simple: we beat up each other and throw him out of the arena."

     "Sounds easy…" Scythe thought. "Okay, I'm on it!"

     They all went near the arena, with the two entering it. Falco kept on cheering for Scythe and taunting Beowulfe.

     "Go Scythe, go! S-C-Y-T-H-E! S is for Super, C is for Cunning, Y is for your so dead meat, T is for Terrific, H is for Hyper, and E is for Extreme! Go Scythe, go!" Falco shouted and cheered.

     "Show me what you're made off!" Scythe grinned.

     "Oh I forgot to tell you," Beowulfe shouted, "I'm a fire wolf. My mom's a fire fox and my damn father is an ice wolf. I'm a cross in between, so I'm of the unique breed. Oh and I control and make fire!"

     "What?! You cheater! You never told me that!"

     "BOO! BEOWULFE'S A CHEATER!" Falco taunted.

     "What can I say, I'm a natural!" the red wolf smiled. "Anyway, here I come! Mandragora Flame!"

     Fire appeared below Scythe, ensnaring his legs and arms. The fire chain also burns his wrists and ankles, giving him pain.

     "And here I come!" he yelled. "Kaihin Rave!" (Seashore Rave. Kaihin, Japanese for seashore, is the name of his sword) He created a flaming sword that he will thrust towards Scythe. He dashed forward, making a powerful hit.

     When he's near contact, Scythe quickly noticed the attack and tried to evade it. He moved his waist to the side, making Beowulfe hit only his side. However, the attack also destroyed his shackles on his right arm, giving him a time to wham the fire wolf to the ground. The attack made the fire snares disappear.

     "Hey, I received special training, so don't underestimate me!" he grinned as he poses.

     "Really? Well then, how come you look all so pathetic to me?!" Beowulfe spoke back. "Look at yourself! You have bruises, scars, and wounds! What can you do to help Ellie and Anna over there? You're such a bad excuse!"

     Suddenly, Scythe missed a heartbeat for a while. Is he weak? Was that the reason for his friends Seraphy and Samson to fall down from Harold's clutches? He was too stunned to move from Beowulfe's attack.

     "Kaihin Rave!" Beowulfe shouted. "And you're too pathetic to open yourself from an attack!"

     The blow knocked Scythe down. Pain lingers inside of him again. His gauze on his left eye fell down, revealing a scar chiseled on the closed eye. Sweat and blood drips from the poor Venomian wolf.

     "Such foolishness… You'll die in a battle with this emotion lingering inside of you!" he shouted. "Prepare for my deadly assault, Hell Sword!"

     Beowulfe jumped high, with his sword burning, and pointing it towards the laid Scythe. He then swooshes down, nearing the end of the poor wolf. Scythe can't move because of pain, and because of this he lost his will to fight…