Marth's stomach lurched as he was taken to the fifth floor. He wasn't expecting the ground to move. It was amazing, but nontheless, making him sick. Ding! The number 2 lit up. Ding! The 3 followed suit. Ding! The 4 joined in. One last light. Marth presumed. He found himself to be correct as the elevator Ding!-ed one more time and the metallic doors opened.
The first thing that Marth noticed was a HUGE green pipe... thing. After staring at it for a while, he felt compelled to climb on top of it. Once he did, he saw a whole WORLD beyond it. The inhabitants varied from yellow turtles with green shells that could walk on their hind legs, to strange, almost humanoid beings that seemed to have mushrooms for heads.
"What is- How did- Where am I?" Marth spluttered. One of the strange creatures, this one looking somewhat like a potato with a face and legs, slowly walked sideways toward him. When he was merely touched by the creature, immense pain surged through him.
"Ow! What's going on?" He yelled, before drawing his sword. He suddenly had a strange impulse to attack and, before he knew it, the sword was creating a deep hole into the creature's body. And yet... the creature didn't bleed. In fact, something even stranger happened. The strange potato-like being began to bounce and ricochet off of anything that it touched, eventually bouncing out of sight.
"What on Earth was that?" Marth wondered aloud. He soon snapped back to the present in order to fight another potato-thing.
Therightthing...whatisit?I wonder,ifyoudotherightthing,doesitreallymakeeveryonehappy?
After what seemed like hours of battling with strange turtle- and potato-like things, Marth noticed one of the strange mushroom-head creatures running and screaming about something. He seemed scared. Marth ran up to him, ready to ask what was wrong, but he never got the chance, as he was attacked by many strange creatures resembling a small dinosaur. Marth, being without choice, returned the attacks, soon defeating the creatures. Afterward, he resumed his trail. There seemed to be a strange checkered field before him. Something about it told Marth that it was the end of the road. He started to run faster, ever longing to end this trivial mission. Upon finally reaching it, he heard a familiar voice ring over the land.
"SUCCESS!" it shouted, filling Marth with relief. A white light began to cover the field once again as happy thoughts went through the swordsman's mind.
It's over, I'll be able to return to the castle. He thought. It's no Grandbell, but it's better than this strange place.
His hopes were soon crushed as Marth was delivered to another strange place. An accented voice called out to him.
"Hey ya little guya! Headsuppa!" It warned, before the owner revealed himself, followed by an apparent princess.
"Youwa da new guy?" He asked, tilting his red hat.
"Si. I mean, yes. I am." Marth responded, quite taken aback by the sudden appearance of this short, chubby man and his escort.
" Den draw ya sword!" He demanded, getting into a crude stance. The princess following suit.
Marth's eyes narrowed at a sudden realization.
"You're from the castle!" He accused, remembering walking through the halls and seeing the princess' white gloves wave affectionately at him.
"Ayah, data we be. Now, draw ya sword!" He repeated with additional emphasis.
Marth nodded, wondering why these people were challenging him to a battle. Oh how he wished that his new friend, Link, had more time to explain before he left.
He drew his sword as he was demanded, not having much time to get into a stance himself before being attacked by the red hatted man.
The man pulled a yellow cape from seemingly nowhere and wrapped it around Marth's neck. The princess came to the other side and bumped him fiercely with her rear. Once up again, she tried to repeat, but Marth had wriggled out of the cape's hold just in time, causing the woman to hit her ally instead, knocking him off the edge.
She was alone with Marth now. The said swordsman smirked.
"There is something I must know before I defeat you," The woman wore an expression that made her look like she had been slapped in the face. "What is your name? The same goes for your fallen comrade. Also, where am I?"
The princess scowled.
"My name is Peach. Peach Toadstool. My ally's name is Mario." She said with a sort of roughness in her voice that showed a grudge. "You are in my lovely land of Mushroom Kingdom. It was where I was born and raised, and where I rule. Unfortunately, I would prefer the real thing, but this is a bit of comfort. Also-"
She cut herself off as she attacked Marth, knocking him to the ground.
"Don't think you've won just yet!"
Marth quickly regained his composure. He couldn't fall now. This whole thing seemed to be a test of some sort. If he failed... Marth didn't know what would happen, and didn't want to think of it. But, he did know this. If he failed, he would never see any of his friends or comrades again. Somehow, he just knew.
He stood up. He wouldn't have to worry about it, he wouldn't fail. He couldn't fail.
"Perhaps I haven't," He smirked. "But there's no way I could lose." He lifted his sword off of the ground and wiped it off.
"Now," He smiled, "Where were we?"
Peach growled in frustration and returned to her attack. She did a simple slap, filling Marth with shame and anger, something you never want to do to a swordsman of great honor. Princess Toadstool smirked.
Marth pulled his sword behind him, doing nothing for several moments.
"What are you trying to do?" Peach asked, "Stare me to death?" Marth only smirked in response.
His sword began to glow a deep purple shade as it gathered energy and power. Marth started to furrow his brow in strain, trying to store as much power as possible, but he couldn't keep hold of it for much longer.
Peach began to realize what was going on and, as if on cue, the very moment she began to grab the sword out of Marth's hands, he released.
All of the power that he had been restraining for the past few moments revealed itself all at once. The immense strength of ten men impacted Peach and sent her flying over the side of the castle, the moat, the courtyard, the end of the world.
Marth's heart began to sing once more as the usual loud blaring voice made itself known once more.
"SUCCESS!"
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foxdude33, thanks for being my first reviewer. It reminded me of the story that I had written and caused me to write again. T-T My story owes you its life. Thanks! And also, I read your profile. I'm from Missouri too! Wierd, huh?