Fyras14: Fyras here! Phew, it sure has been a while since I last updated this story...sorry about that. I just spend some time reading to some stories and realized that I had not bothered to update most of them after I posted them. I will try to post new chapters for this story in the future...at least, before the year comes to an end...I will also update those other stories I left behind during school time...and also finish a few. This one will not get an update soon, but it will be updated. I can't live people in suspense for long, after all.

Summary: The Smashers thought it was all over after the Subspace Disaster,unfortunately, it was after said disaster that things got worse. A lot worse. Friends become foes, and time and space will probably destroy their world.

This story will have spoilers for the Subspace Emissary in SSBB, so if you haven't played the game, please be wary of them spoilers.

Please read or review, or criticize, whichever comes first. Flames are not accepted, frowned upon, and possibly deleted. And also, the characters included in this work belong to their respective owners, not me, so please be kind enough to not call a lawyer.

Yesterday brought the beginning, tomorrow brings the end, and somewhere in the middle we became the best of friends.

-Author Unknown

Episode One: Twilight

-Chapter Four-

-Welcome Back-

It was this feeling of dread that the princess couldn't get out of her system; there he was, standing tall and dark and evil…and it was not Ganondorf. Link, too, seemed to sense something wrong, and calmly began to get his sword out of his sheath.

"Young Link…" he called, unsure of what to do. He remembered the transformation masks rather vaguely, but for the life of him he couldn't recall the masks making his new form darker…threatening even. "…are you alright?" The Goron did not respond, he just kept looking at them with those red eyes of his…although he quickly took note that the younger hero was ignoring him. His red eyes were on Zelda…and she knew it.

This can't be him, the princess thought with growing dread. Young Link would never threaten someone…which is precisely what this Goron is doing…could it be…another one of those Subspace copies? It could not be one, Zelda knew, because they had never seen Goron Link in action. In fact, they shouldn't have seen Goron Link at all. He wasn't part of the conflict so why—

" ARGHHH!"

"Princess, look out!"

It all happened so fast; Link was barely able to shove Zelda aside as the dark Goron tried to punch her. He ended up punching Link's shield, but that wasn't enough to defend the hero. Once the Goron's fist made contact with his shield, Link was sent flying towards a nearby wall, slamming hard against concrete. "LINK!"

"…I'm okay…" said hero responded weakly, as he slid towards the floor, bruised all over.

"AH!" Goron Link charged are her again, fist up, certain he wouldn't miss. Zelda acted fast and in a blink of an eye, disappeared in a swirl of magic. The Goron only managed to hit grass. Behind him, Link was charged striking the Goron hard on his back, sending Goron Link tumbling over. "Ooh!" he cried out in pain, before curling like a ball. Link quickly backed off.

"Damn…"

In seconds, the Goron was rolling like a ball all over the garden, crushing grass and ripping it out of the earth, with flowerbeds being destroyed and water turning muddy. Link barely managed to get away from the rampaging Goron. "Young Link! Cut it out!" But Goron Link wasn't listening. He destroyed more and more of the garden before he was knocked out of his rolling ball by an explosion of red magic. The Goron reacted fast and stood up, as he stared at the princess of Hyrule, standing tall and firm as she prepared another spell.

..Forgive me…

"Zelda!"

In an instant, the Goron was rolling again, going faster and faster towards her. Zelda react even faster, sending the small orb of red magic towards him. It blew up, sending smoke and fires everywhere…but the rolling Goron was out of the smoke and fire in an instant, shocking the princess. She wouldn't be able to move on time.

"No!" And Link was too far away.

So, in turn, Zelda closed her eyes and waited for the struggle to end.

The jungle was pretty big, the small Pokemon noticed.

It probably had been hours since she last saw those flying monkeys and that dark beast. Billy shivered, thinking back at how the scary rock man sent her new friends flying. But, there was something familiar about the scary rock man…he looked like that other rocky man that was with her Master, Blue. He seemed friendly enough and Miss Blue was okay with him…as she was with the little turtle man. Why did this one feel so different? He and that Rocky man looked exactly alike so why was one of them so nasty? And where was Miss Blue?

Billy stopped short. Could that scary rock man hurt her? Was she a trophy somewhere around this jungle, begging for someone to get her out? "BULBA!" The Bulbasaur cried out, turning another direction. She had to find Miss Blue and tell her about the scary rock m—

—Billy stopped.

She had finally spotted something else inside this jungle.

Said something was a tall, strange woman, trophy. She seemed sad in that state, looking but not really looking at Billy as the Pokemon came closer. The Bulbasaur sniffed the trophy; she gasped. She smelled almost a bit like that scary rock man! Billy backed off a little, unsure of what to think. She debated on what she had to do. If the Pokemon let her go, let her out of her trophy, what would this woman do? Would she go and hurt monkeys like that other scary rock man? Or would she help her? Billy figured she couldn't do it alone, as Miss Blue always said that it was easier to fight in a team than alone. It was then that another thought hit her: did she know the scary rock man?

Maybe she did, maybe she didn't...came Miss Blue's voice from somewhere inside the Bulbasaur's mind. You will never know unless you ask.

Billy gulped and wondered, faintly, how her trainer managed to be so unpredictable despite her calm nature. But, it never hurt to try.

The Bulbasaur approached the trophy calmly, before quickly rushing in, touching the base of the trophy with her nose, and ran a little back, watching from ther corner of her eyes, as the trophy glowed. Seconds later, the dark woman was out, stretching.

"Agh...what the hell?" she asked, looking around. She noticed Billy. "...Hey! You!"

"Bulba?"

"Yes, you..." the woman said, sighing, looking around. "Did you...see a Goron around here?"

"Bulba?" A Goron?

"Tall, scary looking rock man..." the lady went on, walking around, staring at a small hole in the ground that Billy had just noticed. "He was with a girl, too...they were running...I think." The woman stepped back as soon as those words left her lips; Billy was jumping around, frantic, asking questions like crazy...or at least, trying to ask questions. Where was Miss Blue? Was she okay? Was she hurt? Where was turtle man and rocky man? Who was that scary rock man? "HOLD IT!" the lady cried out, grabbing the frantic Bulbasaur and sighing. "I can't understand a thing..."

"Bulba?"

"No, I can't...but from what I can figure out, considering your little outburst...you know the girl...and the scary rock man, right?" Bulbasaur nodded...and then, shook her head and nodded again. "What you don't know that rocky guy?"

"Bulba!" the Bulbasaur jumped out of her arms, and began to make faces. She tried to to tell her that there were two rocky men. She describe the first one, docile and kind, and the other was scary. Very scary. The lady only looked at the Pokemon, and asked,

"Are you sure you are okay?" Billy sighed. "Look, I don't have time to waste, little one...I have to find...oh...shit." The lady quickly looked around and found another trophy, this one a dark creature just like her. She glared at the trophy, before looking around again. Something seemed to be missing. "Oh...shit..." She grabbed her head in frustration. "That idiot, Zant!" she cried out, surprising Billy. "One of those crazy guys from before must have taken the Fused Shadow!"

"Bulbasaur?" What was this woman talking about now? She turned to face the small Pokemon, her face darkening.

"I think I'm starting to understand what you were trying to tell me earlier..." she told Billy, looking angry. "Quick, let's get out of this jungle..." The woman turned and began to walk, Billy quickly ran after her, glancing back at the trophy that was left behind. "I get the feeling that that girl and her friend are in trouble..."

Everything hurt when Zelda woke up. Her head hurt, her chest, her arms and legs as well. She felt as if she had been run over by an incoming...Zelda quickly stood up, crying out in pain. She quickly looked around, finally realizing where she was.

She was in Hyrule Castle, in her bedroom, in her robe...out of her dress and in pain. The princess suddenly felt ill.

So...it had not been a dream after all...Zelda thought, recalling with vivid images as the dark Goron slammed against her, the pain she had felt...the darkness and evil he expelled as he attacked her. Young Link had attacked her, had almost killed her, if she could say such a thing inside of this world...but, that couldn't be. That Goron could not have been Young Link. The Young Link she knew would never hurt her, would never try to hurt his older self...would never try to kill her. She put a hand over her chest, noticing the small bandage on her hand...her triforce piece barely covered. Something had happened to the poor boy...something awful. It couldn't have been Ganondorf. If it had, the boy would have simply shrug it off. Ganondorf's evil did not do this to either Links...did not make them lose control. What made it worse was the fact that Young Link had been targeting her, his older self was just in the way.

Something bad must have happened to Young Link after she left with Peach towards the Smasher's Stadium...something that must have turned him into this. She shouldn't have convince him. Told him that she was going to be alright as she could count on Mario and Kirby if anything did happen; she had been wrong then and now, Young Link had suffered the consequences of her actions. Oh...if only she hadn't tried to convice him...perhaps none of this would had to happen.