Hey everyone! It's me, the silver lion. After reading and rereading the first chapter, I'll admit that it's not my best work. So I think I'll post a rewritten version of it later. But on to the chapter.

Chapter 1:

"Kneel to the king!" Part II

Very loud snoring could be heard through out the halls of the school of the undefeated of the east. A very cranky nine year old Barren (See: Super Smash Bros. Unlimited) Stormed through the halls, an expression of rage on his face. He reached a door leading to the room of a six year old boy. He was wearing blue pajamas and his hair was very... shadow-the-hedgehogy. Only it was white.

"MATTHEW!" Barren exclaimed, causing the boy to scream and fall to the floor. He quickly scanned the area. His eyes were aqua blue.

"Is it time for breakfast yet?" He said, oblivious to Barren's enraged expression.

"IT'S 3:00 AM! AND NO ONE CAN SLEEP BECAUSE OF YOUR INFERNAL SNORING!"

"Your exagerating."

"NO HE'S NOT!" The other students all replied from there respected rooms.

Matthew had an uneasy look on his face.

"Well I can't just stop snoring. I don't control when I snore and when I do-" Barren had put a bottle to his mouth and forced him to drink it's contents. When he drank the amount necessary, Barren stopped. "What the heck was that?"

"Grandpa's old 'shush' formula." He answered. "Should keep you quiet for the rest of the night. And it should kick in right about..."

"You can't just fill me up with a 'shush' formula. I just snored! There's no pro-"

"Now."

Matthew tried to speak, but no words came out. He tried again, but still nothing. He couldn't even make a small noise. He tried to get Barren's attention, but he was already gone. He couldn't speak or even make a noise like 'UHHHHHHHHHH'. He was mute. Until the formula wears off, he can't say a word. Sighing, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

Matthew slowly opened his eyes. He slowly got up, yawning.

"Man am I tired.." He muttered. His eyes widened when he remembered the event from last night. Thank God. The formula wore of. He got up, placed his GI on and went off. It was red with a blue dragon extending from his left foot to his right shoulder. While walking, he realized that some of the students glared at him, probably because of his snoring. But he shrugged it off. He wasn't one to hold a grudge. He walked to the kitchen and saw Barren, Cain and Master Asia (See: Super Smash Bros. Unlimited).

"Hia senhor silence." Barren teased. Matthew glared at him.

"Next time, just lock me up in a sound proof cage." He said.

"Matthew." His master said. "I need to speak with you after breakfast. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all." He realized something. Cain was silent. He wouldn't say a word. He just kept poking at his breakfast with a fork. "You okay Cain?"

Cain sighed. "It just bugs me. Your six and yet your abilities in battle are far greater than the elite students, like me and Barren. I know your training to be the king of hearts, but it's kinda weird to lose to a six year old in training."

Matthew smirked. "Aww don't worry. I'll go easy on you next time."

Cain glared at him, but Matthew didn't care. He just made his breakfast and ate it normally. He was going to go outside to Dream Lake, but was stopped by his master's hand.

"It's after breakfast." He said simply.

Matthew sighed and followed his master to his room. It was more of an office than a room. It was covered in various ceremonial and scared artifacts passed down from generation to generation.

"Matthew..." His master began. "It is time to do it again."

Matthew was confused.

"Do what again?" He asked.

Asia simply walked to a closet door and opened it, revealing it's contents. On sight of them, Matthew turned pale and began to sweat like a pig.

"Again? Isn't twice enough?"

"No. Now take this." He handed him a knife. "You know what to do."

Matthew had fear in his crystalline eyes. But he had to do what his master commanded. He took the knife and, with much hesitation, put it close to his neck. A small tear fell from his eyes. And then...

SLASH!

Matthew's corpse fell to the floor. A large cut on his neck. So deep that no one could survive, not even him, the king in training. He was dead.

Asia looked at the corpse then at the closet. Inside were to other corpse of Matthew. One appeared to only have one year of age and the other 3. The younest didn't have a hand, and the other was stabbed through the heart.

"I wonder how much time it will take for him to take the midway?" Asia thought.

Short, but better than the last chapter, which I will rewrite. You might wonder why he committed suicide, but it will all make sense in the next chapter (I hope)

Also, let me get on thing straight. The story takes place in 3011. I've received two submissions involving a smash tournament. This is a thousand years after the tournament.

And this is an answer to BladeStar360's question: Yes you may send as many OCs as you want.

Catch you later!