Disclaimer: "CONFESS!! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO BROUGHT SMASH BRO. MELEE TO THIS WORLD ARE YOU NOT?!?!?!" shouted the inquisitor as he withdrew the poker from the fire. "No.... not .... not me..." whispered the broken form of the brassmonki. "If you do not CONFESS! (cough) you shall have this poker shoved in your brass bits!" The brassmonki mumbled a negative. "THEN YOU GIVE ME NO CHOICE!!! I'll give this 50 million pound check to someone else then..."
The screams of the monki were heard long into the night.
In case you did not get the gist of that, I don't own Smash Bro. Melee.
Chapter 4
Marth glared at the floor. His anger was apparent to any who looked at him. He rose to his feet, Falchion scoring a thick line into the stone floor, the scrape of steel on stone filling the silent temple. Ganon was impressed at the boy's persistence. It was like he enjoyed the thrill of being shoved into a wall at high speed.
"Why?" said Marth in a voice laden with anger.
"Why what small one?"
"Why, when I need to find help, do people like you turn up." He began to stride towards Ganon, now only the occasional purple flash being given off his armour. His chest still burned from the broken ribs, and every breath was painful in the extreme.
"Every time I find an easy solution to my problems, it's always a damn trap." The pain from breathing merely served to fuel his rage, and Ganon could see the fury building behind the boy's eyes.
"People like you never understand the trouble you cause." He let Falchion scrape along the floor. He could barely summon the strength to lift it anyway. Ganon began to back away from this boy. Marth still had not looked up from the ground.
"You think that war is a game that is played, and when you hurt someone it's scoring points." Scars earned in a battle not long before this fight had been popped open. Fresh blood oozed out of cracks in his armour, leaving a trail of droplets along the floor.
"You treat those in you way as obstacles, not people." He said indicating the heap that was the blonde haired girl. The heap began to shift slightly as she regained a few bits of consciousness.
"And now, you even back away from me, unwilling to finish what you start." Marth knew he could not win. But he had a plan. If only he could hold out long enough. But his feet were sluggish now. He hoped Ganon did not notice the half dead way he shuffled across the cold stone.
"I have known only fighting in my life." He still did not look up from the ground. He had drawn level with the downed girl, the girl he had played a part in hurting. He stopped. This was the right position.
"And now, even though I may die I have to face you." Ganondorf stopped backing away. He had finally noticed how weak the boy had become. He smiled as he realised the boy was simply stalling for time.
"You are rambling boy. You are near dead. I think I shall send you the rest of the way over a few days."
Marth smiled, and whistled under his breath. "You give me no choice, evil man." He summoned all of his strength, and hefted Falchion. It felt like he was wielding an anvil instead of a finely crafted sword. There was the sound of horses hoof beats in the temple. Ganon barely noticed, all his attention on the almost pathetic figure in front of him.
Ganondorf laughed his trademark laugh. "This will be all too eas- what?" The hoof beats now filled the temple, and Ganon turned just in time to see a pure white stallion canon into him. The man went down, the horse trampling him under hoof.
Marth acted quickly. He sheathed Falchion, and used the last of his waning strength to scoop up the semi-conscious girl. He swung himself up onto his faithful horse. The horse seemed to turn on the spot and galloped to the temple entrance, the girl slung unceremoniously across his neck, Marth barely managing to hold on.
As he made his way to the entrance, because even horses enjoy a good joke, he went over the prostrate form of Ganondorf again, even as he was trying to get up. He whinnied in satisfaction as he felt the man's bones give way under his steel shod hooves.
And then they were out, riding hard under starlight. The horse was glad. This was the first time he had got to stretch his legs properly in two weeks. And it was open plain. But his rider seemed to be indicating that he wanted to head towards the forest.
The horse did not mind. It was at least one mile of fields before that, and the horse enjoyed it. The forest was not bad either. Nice open tracks to run freely across. So happy was he that he very nearly neglected to notice that Marth had fallen off.
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She awoke to the sound of crackling embers. She could not remember being in this much pain before. It throbbed across her entire body. Her vision was a little bit blurry, and her head hurt worse than the time Link had dared her to drink an entire case of Goron whisky. Then she asked the immortal question.
"Where am I?"
"Dunno, I only arrived in this land a few days ago. I thought you could tell me." The voice was male. And it seemed so cold. But the chill was tinged by a sound of compassion. It was vaguely familiar.
She tried to lift herself up, but merely succeeded in finding out she had more injuries on her arms. She gasped from the pain, and heard someone rush over to her. Arms encircled her shoulders, and she let herself be pulled up to a sitting position. A jug was placed to her lips. At first she resisted, remembering the infamous Goron Whisky incident.
"Just drink. It's only water, and I haven't poisoned it."
"And why would you mention poison?"
"Because I was just thinking about how annoying it is I left my poisoning kit at home. Now are you going to drink this or will I have to slice a hole in your throat to get the water in you."
"No need to make threats," she said before gulping down the water greedily. Her vision was beginning to clear, instead of lots of dark blurs, she could see a vaguely human shaped blob. "And who are you?" she asked, wiping the excess water from around her mouth on her sleeve. A few of Link's bad habits were growing on her.
"Well, you probably would remember me given the chance. Let's just say, I'm an old sparing partner."
She finally managed to connect the voice to a face in her head. She panicked, but was no about to let him see that. She recognised him as the fighter in the temple, the oh so bad one she had to stop herself from killing over and over again. "So you were the one in the temple then," she said conversationally, as she slowly reached down her body to find the spare stiletto hidden away where only the most depraved would look for a knife.
"Yes, but I think you might remember me from before that. Actually, come to think of it, you were only young." She felt her vision clear, like a blanket was lifted off her eyes. The boy was seated on a log, a few yards from her. There was a small pile of wood just in front of him, which he was trying to light with a stone and dry leaves. Her questing hands found the knife.
"Oh really?" she asked to keep him off his guard. Everyone at the palace assumed, as she got Link to do all the heavy adventuring, that she was unable to look after herself. But living with the Sheikah tended to toughen you up considerably. She was already searching for the fighter's weapons, eyes darting across the rudimentary camp to locate that sword of his.
"Yeah, I us- damn this fire!" he said as the sparks he lit off the stones failed to light the dried leaves. "Right, I've had enough." In one smooth action, he rose to his feet, Falchion appearing from nowhere in his hands, held high over his head.
Zelda, anticipating the attack leapt up from her position on the floor, the stiletto stabbing straight for his neck, all her pretence at injury now gone. Marth was startled, but years of training kicked in, and Falchion neatly blocked the dagger, cutting it in two. But her sudden attack had caught him off balance, and he fell forward onto Zelda. There was moments confusion, and they both ended up on the floor, Marth lying on top of Zelda.
He grinned, their faces barely inches apart. "Well, nice to see you up and about Princess Zelda."
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Link awoke again. His head hurt worse than the time he had challenged BigGoron to a drinking competition. Now that guy may look big, but when it came to Gerudo Tequila he was a real lightweight. Still managed to out drink Link though, on account of the fact that it took one barrel for him to take the equivalent of one-shot glass.
Epona was standing over him again, stamping her feet impatiently. Her face implied that once a year was probably OK, but twice in one night? Are you sure you should be riding me monkey-boy? I mean, if one little branch can outsmart you, what kind of chance do we have in a forest? Idiot boy-
Link stopped listening, or at least looking. He often found it hard to tell with Epona, whom he felt had more than her fair share of facial expression. He grinned. Perhaps that was why she always had such a long face!
He slapped his forehead. Even in his head that joke sounded lame. Oh well, best get off the floor before something tries to eat me and steal my clothes. He rose to his feet, and tried to remember why he had insisted on galloping into a low tree branch.
Oh damn, that blue light. He leapt on Epona again, who was still ranting with her horse expressions, and galloped off into the night.
About a few seconds later, he rode back, took out his sword and sliced the low branch into kindling.
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Ganondorf awoke. His head hurt worse than the time he had challenged his phantom self to a drinking contest involving Zoran Vodka. He was already pissed before his phantom-self pointed out, that, as a ghost, he could not really get drunk. That had ended up with a considerable amount of pain on both sides, as Ganondorf in his drunken stupor had hurled magic bolts at both his ghost and himself. That double vision will get you every time.
Not only that, but he was sure his back had been trampled to death by a wild horse. Which was partly true, but Marth's horse would be annoyed if you called it wild, and may even kick you.
Wasn't this the reason he had minions? So they could suffer the holy wrath of the good guys and he could get off with a few scratches? As soon as he gathered his scattered forces he was going to start down sizing with extreme prejudice. Like maybe down sizing them at the knees.
What a day.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Drat. This part of Exile was only supposed to be about three chapters. Oh well, time for a multi-book epic (grin).
Nehu, if any Fire Emblem experts are reading this humble fan fic, please let me know. I need all the information I can get on Altea, Marth, Roy, and their game plot lines. This is because of my stubborn commitment to keeping everyone in character, even though i think it would be funny for Marth to turn into a punk rocker and have Zelda go on the game. On the other hand that would make a great fic...
And no, this won't be a Marth/Zelda fic. That would just be too damn easy (grin).
Still looking for a pre-reader guys. Come on, I promise it won't be that hard.
Best review wins a donut. What? I ran out of cookies.
Oh, and I'd like to dedicate this fic to the most useful program on Microsoft Word, the speel-checker.
The screams of the monki were heard long into the night.
In case you did not get the gist of that, I don't own Smash Bro. Melee.
Chapter 4
Marth glared at the floor. His anger was apparent to any who looked at him. He rose to his feet, Falchion scoring a thick line into the stone floor, the scrape of steel on stone filling the silent temple. Ganon was impressed at the boy's persistence. It was like he enjoyed the thrill of being shoved into a wall at high speed.
"Why?" said Marth in a voice laden with anger.
"Why what small one?"
"Why, when I need to find help, do people like you turn up." He began to stride towards Ganon, now only the occasional purple flash being given off his armour. His chest still burned from the broken ribs, and every breath was painful in the extreme.
"Every time I find an easy solution to my problems, it's always a damn trap." The pain from breathing merely served to fuel his rage, and Ganon could see the fury building behind the boy's eyes.
"People like you never understand the trouble you cause." He let Falchion scrape along the floor. He could barely summon the strength to lift it anyway. Ganon began to back away from this boy. Marth still had not looked up from the ground.
"You think that war is a game that is played, and when you hurt someone it's scoring points." Scars earned in a battle not long before this fight had been popped open. Fresh blood oozed out of cracks in his armour, leaving a trail of droplets along the floor.
"You treat those in you way as obstacles, not people." He said indicating the heap that was the blonde haired girl. The heap began to shift slightly as she regained a few bits of consciousness.
"And now, you even back away from me, unwilling to finish what you start." Marth knew he could not win. But he had a plan. If only he could hold out long enough. But his feet were sluggish now. He hoped Ganon did not notice the half dead way he shuffled across the cold stone.
"I have known only fighting in my life." He still did not look up from the ground. He had drawn level with the downed girl, the girl he had played a part in hurting. He stopped. This was the right position.
"And now, even though I may die I have to face you." Ganondorf stopped backing away. He had finally noticed how weak the boy had become. He smiled as he realised the boy was simply stalling for time.
"You are rambling boy. You are near dead. I think I shall send you the rest of the way over a few days."
Marth smiled, and whistled under his breath. "You give me no choice, evil man." He summoned all of his strength, and hefted Falchion. It felt like he was wielding an anvil instead of a finely crafted sword. There was the sound of horses hoof beats in the temple. Ganon barely noticed, all his attention on the almost pathetic figure in front of him.
Ganondorf laughed his trademark laugh. "This will be all too eas- what?" The hoof beats now filled the temple, and Ganon turned just in time to see a pure white stallion canon into him. The man went down, the horse trampling him under hoof.
Marth acted quickly. He sheathed Falchion, and used the last of his waning strength to scoop up the semi-conscious girl. He swung himself up onto his faithful horse. The horse seemed to turn on the spot and galloped to the temple entrance, the girl slung unceremoniously across his neck, Marth barely managing to hold on.
As he made his way to the entrance, because even horses enjoy a good joke, he went over the prostrate form of Ganondorf again, even as he was trying to get up. He whinnied in satisfaction as he felt the man's bones give way under his steel shod hooves.
And then they were out, riding hard under starlight. The horse was glad. This was the first time he had got to stretch his legs properly in two weeks. And it was open plain. But his rider seemed to be indicating that he wanted to head towards the forest.
The horse did not mind. It was at least one mile of fields before that, and the horse enjoyed it. The forest was not bad either. Nice open tracks to run freely across. So happy was he that he very nearly neglected to notice that Marth had fallen off.
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She awoke to the sound of crackling embers. She could not remember being in this much pain before. It throbbed across her entire body. Her vision was a little bit blurry, and her head hurt worse than the time Link had dared her to drink an entire case of Goron whisky. Then she asked the immortal question.
"Where am I?"
"Dunno, I only arrived in this land a few days ago. I thought you could tell me." The voice was male. And it seemed so cold. But the chill was tinged by a sound of compassion. It was vaguely familiar.
She tried to lift herself up, but merely succeeded in finding out she had more injuries on her arms. She gasped from the pain, and heard someone rush over to her. Arms encircled her shoulders, and she let herself be pulled up to a sitting position. A jug was placed to her lips. At first she resisted, remembering the infamous Goron Whisky incident.
"Just drink. It's only water, and I haven't poisoned it."
"And why would you mention poison?"
"Because I was just thinking about how annoying it is I left my poisoning kit at home. Now are you going to drink this or will I have to slice a hole in your throat to get the water in you."
"No need to make threats," she said before gulping down the water greedily. Her vision was beginning to clear, instead of lots of dark blurs, she could see a vaguely human shaped blob. "And who are you?" she asked, wiping the excess water from around her mouth on her sleeve. A few of Link's bad habits were growing on her.
"Well, you probably would remember me given the chance. Let's just say, I'm an old sparing partner."
She finally managed to connect the voice to a face in her head. She panicked, but was no about to let him see that. She recognised him as the fighter in the temple, the oh so bad one she had to stop herself from killing over and over again. "So you were the one in the temple then," she said conversationally, as she slowly reached down her body to find the spare stiletto hidden away where only the most depraved would look for a knife.
"Yes, but I think you might remember me from before that. Actually, come to think of it, you were only young." She felt her vision clear, like a blanket was lifted off her eyes. The boy was seated on a log, a few yards from her. There was a small pile of wood just in front of him, which he was trying to light with a stone and dry leaves. Her questing hands found the knife.
"Oh really?" she asked to keep him off his guard. Everyone at the palace assumed, as she got Link to do all the heavy adventuring, that she was unable to look after herself. But living with the Sheikah tended to toughen you up considerably. She was already searching for the fighter's weapons, eyes darting across the rudimentary camp to locate that sword of his.
"Yeah, I us- damn this fire!" he said as the sparks he lit off the stones failed to light the dried leaves. "Right, I've had enough." In one smooth action, he rose to his feet, Falchion appearing from nowhere in his hands, held high over his head.
Zelda, anticipating the attack leapt up from her position on the floor, the stiletto stabbing straight for his neck, all her pretence at injury now gone. Marth was startled, but years of training kicked in, and Falchion neatly blocked the dagger, cutting it in two. But her sudden attack had caught him off balance, and he fell forward onto Zelda. There was moments confusion, and they both ended up on the floor, Marth lying on top of Zelda.
He grinned, their faces barely inches apart. "Well, nice to see you up and about Princess Zelda."
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Link awoke again. His head hurt worse than the time he had challenged BigGoron to a drinking competition. Now that guy may look big, but when it came to Gerudo Tequila he was a real lightweight. Still managed to out drink Link though, on account of the fact that it took one barrel for him to take the equivalent of one-shot glass.
Epona was standing over him again, stamping her feet impatiently. Her face implied that once a year was probably OK, but twice in one night? Are you sure you should be riding me monkey-boy? I mean, if one little branch can outsmart you, what kind of chance do we have in a forest? Idiot boy-
Link stopped listening, or at least looking. He often found it hard to tell with Epona, whom he felt had more than her fair share of facial expression. He grinned. Perhaps that was why she always had such a long face!
He slapped his forehead. Even in his head that joke sounded lame. Oh well, best get off the floor before something tries to eat me and steal my clothes. He rose to his feet, and tried to remember why he had insisted on galloping into a low tree branch.
Oh damn, that blue light. He leapt on Epona again, who was still ranting with her horse expressions, and galloped off into the night.
About a few seconds later, he rode back, took out his sword and sliced the low branch into kindling.
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Ganondorf awoke. His head hurt worse than the time he had challenged his phantom self to a drinking contest involving Zoran Vodka. He was already pissed before his phantom-self pointed out, that, as a ghost, he could not really get drunk. That had ended up with a considerable amount of pain on both sides, as Ganondorf in his drunken stupor had hurled magic bolts at both his ghost and himself. That double vision will get you every time.
Not only that, but he was sure his back had been trampled to death by a wild horse. Which was partly true, but Marth's horse would be annoyed if you called it wild, and may even kick you.
Wasn't this the reason he had minions? So they could suffer the holy wrath of the good guys and he could get off with a few scratches? As soon as he gathered his scattered forces he was going to start down sizing with extreme prejudice. Like maybe down sizing them at the knees.
What a day.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Drat. This part of Exile was only supposed to be about three chapters. Oh well, time for a multi-book epic (grin).
Nehu, if any Fire Emblem experts are reading this humble fan fic, please let me know. I need all the information I can get on Altea, Marth, Roy, and their game plot lines. This is because of my stubborn commitment to keeping everyone in character, even though i think it would be funny for Marth to turn into a punk rocker and have Zelda go on the game. On the other hand that would make a great fic...
And no, this won't be a Marth/Zelda fic. That would just be too damn easy (grin).
Still looking for a pre-reader guys. Come on, I promise it won't be that hard.
Best review wins a donut. What? I ran out of cookies.
Oh, and I'd like to dedicate this fic to the most useful program on Microsoft Word, the speel-checker.