I do not own the series involved in this story.

The sky was dark. Not even a single star would shine on this forbidden land. Dust rose from the ground, a symbol of the struggle taking place. Deep gashes and trenches lined every inch of the barren ground. It seemed as if not even the devil would smile on this land.

A blast of light ripped across the sky and the dust rose at it's sheer force. Where there once was ground, now only a gash lined with red hot rock. The land seemed to scream at this pain, to scream at existence itself.

Thousands of dark shapeless figures seemed to crawl across this land. Their hideous forms bursting and disintegrating as light and fire crashed against their very being. They cried out as the land could not, pained at life itself, the attacks actually freeing them from their painful existence. Yet they could not stop their movement, control was not theirs, and they would have to destroy their attackers, or else this pain would continue.

In the center of these writhing beings were two figures. One glowing a brilliant light hue, celestial light radiating from his very core. The other only an outline caused by the fire emanating from his hands.

Another blast of light from the first figure parted the creatures, and the two ran on. The first continued to lead the way, as the other, facing the enemy as tendrils of fire erupted from his hands, followed closely behind.

The two fought in such a beautiful style that it could be described as a dance, one of life and death.

The two suddenly halted as they reached their destination. In front of them loomed a tall castle. The walls were made of cold dark stone, jagged and cold. No windows decorated it's frightful structure, save the top chamber. It's tall stature seemed as if it was reaching for the heavens, as if to reach the gods themselves. The building instilled such a feeling of fear that it could freeze the heart of a normal man, and inside the building one could hear the sounds of someone hammering away at something. Clink...Clink...Clink...

The warriors only shared one glance before bursting through the door to whatever lay inside.

A large portly figure hammered away at an unidentifiable dark substance. His face was covered by a large white hair which jutted off to the side and ran far off the chin in large curls. Atop his head sat a massive gold crown, no jewels or air of royalty were with this crown, almost as if he had made this simply due to his own opinion of himself. Although one could not tell, he was an artisan at this work. Each hit was precise, each moment of the perfect timing.

Suddenly the blob began to writhe as if in pain. All over the anvil it squirmed, and then all of a sudden, it stopped.

The blob began to rise and take shape. It seemed to grow taller and wider. Then the blob began to harden, it began to become defined and grow darker. As it finished it's transformation, the creator smiled.

Where once dark matter had laid, now a formless creature writhed and gasped, sucking in the air of it's new painful existence.

The creator's smile suddenly faded as he heard footsteps fast approaching, turning his large bearded face, he stared at the large metal door that led to the lower castle.

The door was not even knocked off the hinges by the mix of fire and light, it was simply incinerated.

The being only smiled as the blast sped towards him. With a swing of his large hammer he sent the blast spiraling out the roof of his castle.

" So, you've finally come, my little annoyances. What do you think of my new factory?" He spoke with a large grin on his face, perhaps making him look like something of nightmare.

" What are these creatures you've created?" The glowing warrior spoke in a tone of unnerved shock. " They're nothing like your monsters of past times!".

"It's amazing what one can do with this new power!" He seemed quite smug as he waved his hammer which appeared to have a pitch black fragment imbedded in it.

"Nonetheless, we shall defeat you, we have the true power of Star Road with us." The Light being charged at the man, hands raised, and then, he stopped. Suddenly he screamed as a flash of light flickered throughout the sky, and a mighty crash heard by all who could hear, and felt by those who couldn't.

" Ah yes, about Star Road. I believe that another member of our organization has just shattered it!" He bellowed in a sinister guffaw. "Well I suppose that's the last of you, so I bid you farewell,--". One could not understand the name of which he just spoke at that moment, it could not be understood by man. " Or should I say, Geno?".

"Smithy!! You shall not win!". The being flickered, and then disappeared, Traces of light still illuminating the corners of the room.

Smithy's smile faltered all of a sudden as he noticed the other figure's hands still glowed with fire. The man struck a fighter's stance, and then charged at Smithy with an amazing speed before leaping impossibly high in the air and diving towards him.

"So, you are still so powerful, even without star road? The tales of your other adventures must all be true." He clutched his hammer in his large hands, and swung it towards the figure. " Alright then let's finish this right now. Mario!!

Slowly down to a nearby planet, a leftover fragment of light descended. Small, weakened, but still firmly alive with determination as it sped towards the planet.

This light, so brilliantly it shone. It's brightness could not help but be noticed by the people of all the worlds scattered throughout the stars.

In one world, a warrior with brilliant blue hair paused in the middle of battle, something he would never usually do.

In another world a being that ran as fast as sound itself, found himself slowing down to gaze upon this glow.

In yet another world, a man with a flaming hot punch stared determinedly at this beautiful light.

In a mechanized utopia, high above a planet coveted in water, a boy accompanied by two women stared at this light that was brighter than the stars.

In a quaint little town upon a planet similar to our own, a young boy paused in his listening of the best blue's group ever.

The light sparkled and descended into a dense forest. It hovered down into a tree house of a small village comprised of these little houses, surrounded by forest.

It paused for only a second before flying into a wooden doll garbed in blue cloth. The doll stirred for a moment. It's eyes opened and it murmured a weak grunt before it closed it's eyes again.

It did this without even noticing the boy. The boy clothed in green, the boy asleep in his bed, the boy who was having a nightmare of a man with flaming hair.

And across the universe, where all people lived their lives of peace and prosperity. A cry was heard. The cry was the pain of the worlds themselves, for their pain told them that their destruction was near.

And so our adventure begins. Paths will cross, friendships will be made and broken, battles will be fought, blades will bleed, and legends... shall be made.

A legend is nothing more than a story to those hearing it.

Emotions and strife only emulated, never replicated.

What can one know of another's world?

Can they hope to understand the inner workings of another's mind?

No, they cannot.

But the choice is always open...

The choice to take your sword, grit your jaw, head out into the world...

And make your own legend.

This is my first ever story so I hope it wasn't too bad so far.

I imagine VG fans will understand who is who quite easy. This story is KH inspired, but I hope to differ very much from it, albeit the occasional allusion. The aforementioned characters will not be the only ones, I just mentioned the first few, this does not mean they have a larger part either. The POV will start with Link, but do not expect him to be quite as main focus as Sora is in KH. The view will switch from character, to group, to world as the story continues. I want to get into the minds of all the characters.

This story is mainly of Nintendo characters, but as you can already see it is not limited to them. I don't know if I plan to include any FF chars though so sorry about that. I am open to suggestion though, you can't be expecting too much of me though.

I realize that there may already be a few like this, but because I have decided not to read them until I have finished, I can assure you mine will be much different. Unless a really random coincidence happens that is.

So please bear with me through bad description and punctuation, feel free to offer constructive criticism, insult my bad poetry at the end of each chapter, and let us all watch the story of a universe of heroes unfold.

PS. If you by any chance want me to post chapters faster, then please review or possibly tell others who may enjoy it about my story, after all I'm pretty much done with the first real chapter. So I'll try to get it up soon.

PPS. In your review include who each of the characters in the end were and you'll gain what you gain from Beedle, my, er, his appreciation!