Send Me A Sign! Chapter 1, a super smash brothers fanfic

Chapter One: It Came from Beneath the Sea

Hello, hello, hello! I am PitFTW and I am writing this story for Pikana's unique pairings contest! As much as it kills me to not be able to write a full fledged ZeLinker, I willingly put everything I've got into this fic and I hope you all enjoy it! This story is based on the myth of Pasiphae and Minos.

Disclaimer: Guess what? I own everything! NOT!!!! Super Smash Brothers belongs to Nintendo!

And so Souldin, Pikana, Chidoriss, and all other readers out there, I invite you to sit back, relax, and… enjoy!

"King?"

"How could you be king?"

"You're not fit to be king!"

"Go shed some weight, fat man!"

The newly crowned king frowned as the wave of insults continued. The insults were unending, feeling like a sharp knife in his heart with every scornful word. He was unfit to be king? He had earned this position, inherited it by right of marriage! His father- in- law had given the throne to him! How could he not be king?

The citizens shouted no insults to the young woman beside him, the new queen. It was he who she had chosen to marry and marry she did. His heart burst with love every time her great baby blue eyes gazed upon him, scrutinizing his every feature. Her smile was beautiful, radiating a soft, soothing power that seemed to illuminate the world around her.

More beautiful than her smile was the maiden herself. Tall and stately, her long golden hair gently framed her heart shaped face, falling down her back in gentle ripples like a waterfall. Her slim arms were always encased in delicate white gloves, emphasizing her tiny porcelain fingers. Her baby blue eyes were soft and caring, always full of kindness and reassuring. It was a truly wondrous thing to behold when her pale cheeks would flush softest rosy pink, her beautiful blue eyes alight with laughter. She was a vision, a goddess blessed to earth and he knew that he was lucky to even have someone as phenomenal as her fall for one as low and pitiful as he.

For his part, he was quite opposite from her in appearance. Small and chubby he was, with a rather pudgy face taken up by a large round nose. Though he tried his best to make himself more appealing by trimming his voluminous moustache and wearing grand clothes, it did not hide the fact that he was a lowborn commoner who had gained power and wealth through marriage and marriage alone.

Many of the townsfolk accused him of using sorcery to win the young Princess Peach's heart. After all, how could someone as ugly as he even have a chance with the beautiful young woman? And yet, they hated him with a fiery passion. A passion so fierce that they would stop at nothing to prevent him from becoming king. This flame soon became a great wildfire, sparking rebellion in the hearts of the citizens of the Island of Toadstools.

It had begun in the night, soon rising to morning. The flames of rebellion ran deep within the island and it was not long until a strange orange glow in the distance signified the approach of the rebel alliance. It was Queen Peach who had seen this first and when she had gone to fetch her husband, a great battering ram was brought to the doors of the palace.

Bang! Bang! He knew there was no time to lose. Quickly abandoning the throne upon which he sat, the new king began running towards the Royal Council Chambers, where he knew his father- in- law would be found. And indeed he was and it was not long until the new king found himself gazing into the intense piercing blue eyes of the former king, Link. Beside him stood Queen Zelda, the mother of the beautiful Queen Peach. She too was beautiful in every way imaginable and it was with the concerned blue eyes she had passed onto her daughter that she gazed upon the new king with.

"King Mario!" Link exclaimed, shock evident in his voice, "What brings you to the Royal Council Chamber at this hour of night?"

"Sire," King Mario answered, "The rebels-a are here! They are trying-a to use a battering ram-a to force themselves in right-a now! They cannot-a accept me as king-a and possibly never will! Please, is-a there any way for me to at least-a get Peachy to safety?"

Link's grave face paled at the news, his eyes widening. "There is, but that way was blocked years ago by a great rockslide within the castle. If you wish to escape with your lives, go out the back of the castle and make your way to the docks where a great galleon should be waiting. Take whatever you can and leave! I shall stay behind and hold them off."

At the very thought of leaving her beloved husband, tears sprang to the former queen's sapphire eyes. "No! Link, I can't leave you!"

Link gently took his wife's hand, squeezing it as if he never wanted to let go. Tears sparkled in his eyes as well as he trembled with nervous anticipation of the great battle that was to come. He loved her, yes, but as king he needed to stand by his kingdom no matter what the cost. Kissing the woman he loved for what he believed was the last time, he took up a great gilded sword and left the chamber, never looking back. Both Mario and Zelda simply stood there, Mario in disbelief and Zelda in misery, watching as the former king ran out to make his last stand. Suddenly, Zelda fell to her knees, her hands shaking with fear. Taking deep, shaky breaths, she lifted her eyes to Heaven, allowing her voice to carry.

"Pit, Lord of Light, who is your equal in mercy? Pit, Angel of Hope, who can match your love? Take pity on this old mortal woman! Send the people of the Island of Toadstools a sign! A sign proving my son by marriage's right to the throne!"

High up in the heavens above, atop a throne of gold, sat a young boy, an angel of light. His face was clear and innocent, with a set of pure blue eyes and a kindly, good natured mouth. A mop of chocolate brown hair topped his head, adorned with a crown of golden olive leaves. He was tall and well built, with muscular arms and strong, stately legs. He wore a pure white toga; white wings sprouted from his back. In his right hand he grasped a glorious golden bow, so sharp it could easily double as a mighty sword. Around his left wrist hung twin gold rings, these rings used to create the electric blue arrows for which he was famous for. He was worshipped by many across the lands, sometimes even revered as a god.

As wonderful as immortality was to this forever young angel, he could not help but feel utterly bored from time to time. There were many a day where he knew all the prayers he would receive that day were nothing more than mere complaints of mortals such as those who wished for their wives to stop yelling at them and the like. It was on days like these that he would simply sit back in his throne of gold and doze off, using the praters of the mortals as lullabies with which to help him sleep with.

"Send the people of the Island of Toadstools a sign! A sign proving my son by marriage's right to the throne!"

Those words sent a strange jolt through the angel, causing him to drop the bow he carried. He did not notice as it clattered to the floor, his mind already elsewhere. Ignoring his precious weapon, he dashed to a great cauldron in the center of the great throne room and leaned over it, staring deep into its watery depths.

Taking his finger, he dipped the very tip of it into the cauldron and began to stir it, creating little ripples in its once still surface. As the ripples came, the water began to cloud over, as if transforming from water to gas. More and more he stirred, murmuring strange, ancient words into the cauldron, almost singing them as he stirred.

"Show her to me," he whispered, "Show me the face of the mortal who has thus prayed to me!"

The cauldron obeyed. A great bubbling could be seen as the waters slowly began to take color, the ripples taking shape. It was not long before the ripples formed eyes, twin sapphire eyes as more ripples formed a nose and a mouth. Beautiful golden hair appeared, framing the woman's appealing heart shaped face and emphasizing her sweet blue eyes. Her every feature, from the gentle curve of her jaw line to her slim collar was exquisite and pristine. Her mouth, forever rosy it was, smiled up at the angel radiating her gentle kindness and beauty. Though her hair bore the tiniest streaks of grey and her eyes were just the tiniest bit old and tired, she still held the regal bearing of a queen.

Pit's eyes widened as he let out a gasp, his heart racing. "I-It can't be… Zelda…"

His large, strong hands trembled ever so slightly as he gazed at the face of the young woman he had loved. Even in her old age with her hair streaked with grey was she as beautiful as ever. A single tear rolled down the angel's cheek as he gazed at the young woman, memories of long lost love filling his mind. He remembered the one day he spent with her oh so well, the never ending love he felt for her.

She was playing on the shores of a lone beach when he had first seen her, rosy and innocent. Pit had felt a strange longing for the woman on the beach and it was in the form of a milk white stallion that he approached her. Though she was quite fearful of the beautiful horse, she bravely ventured forth to pet it and gently stroke its mane. The gentle petting soon turned into frolicking and even a ride around the beach. She had laughed all that time, a high musical laughter that made Pit's heart leap with joy. As the day wore on, the pang in Pit's heart became sharper and sharper. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, they would never be together. Immortals and mortals simply could not mix. It was with this sad pang in his heart that he continued to play with her, his love growing every second that passed.

At the end of the day she had mounted him and hugged his neck as she looked out towards the sea. With a sudden beat of his hooves, the stallion plunged into the sea and bore her away on his back, far away from the beach on which she was found.

She was fearful at first, but soon relaxed and allowed the mighty horse to take her across the sparkling blue sea. For three days they travelled across the sea, with no one but each other to keep them company. On the third day, Pit landed on a lone island, the Mushroom Island or the Island of Toadstools. It was a mighty island, a kingdom almost, and he knew here she would be safe. The gentle white sand crunched under her feet as she carefully landed, blinking slightly in the bright light that reflected off the many homes and the gleaming white castle. A boy could be seen riding on a black bay horse, dressed in the garb of a prince.

His eyes widened as he approached, the girl following close behind. Pit remembered how dumbstruck the prince looked as Zelda approached, his sharp blue eyes taking in her every lovely feature from her willowy figure to her beautiful blue eyes. Zelda herself was quite impressed with the tall and muscular stature of the prince. He had sharp, piercing blue eyes and rather unkempt dirty blonde hair. A mighty sword hung at his waist. Pit had watched with sad, tear filled eyes as the prince dismounted and welcomed the girl to the island. And, when neither of them was watching, he had plunged into the sea and disappeared, returning to his true form as soon as he was miles upon miles away from the island.

He flew up into the heavens and watched as she walked off into the mist with the prince, her hand entwined in his. He saw the prince smile and even blush a little as they walked away, more tears threatening to slide down his cheeks. Without another thought he had looked away and went back into his mighty throne room, wishing not for the first time how he wanted to be mortal.

Now, years later, here she was again. Still as beautiful and glorious as ever. He shifted his gaze from her face to the fearful expressions of a young blonde woman standing near her, her arms around the body of a small, plump man. The girl bore some resemblance to Zelda, signifying that she was perhaps her offspring. A muscle twitched slightly in Pit's jaw as he watched a huge rabble of people outside, all carrying torches and certain numbers of weapons. He saw the prince he had seen so long ago as well, sword in hand, fighting off some of the rabble rousers as he yelled for Zelda and the two others behind him to get back.

Pit's anger rose as a few of the men rushed towards the queen, spears out and ready. His anger came to them in the form of a great wind, blowing the attackers right out the window and off a cliff. As more attackers came, he did all he could to stop them. Thunder and lightning crackled as the night wore on. Lions and tigers burst through the windows and incurred his wrath on the rebels. And yet there were so many, too many to hold off. He knew that if he continued like this, many lives would be lost as a result. With a final wave of his arm, he called off the dangers he had brought and instead allowed a single beam of light to shine on the glistening sea.

Rebels and protectors alike stopped their fighting to look at this strange light. For a few moments, nothing happened. Suddenly, the sea began to bubble and froth, bringing forth a strange force that frothed and writhed, sending shivers down everyone's backs. Finally, a dark shape appeared near the very bottom of the sea, slowly rising to the top. First, a head broke the water, then shoulders and a body.

The mysterious being walked on the water itself to the shores of the island, its amber eyes scanning the area. Its body was long and blue, with spikes on its chest and palms. Its ears came out of its head slightly, giving him an air of mystery and darkness. Its hands radiated a purplish fire like substance, the strange fire seeming to follow it about as it walked. Its expression was stern and unfathomable all at once.

A gasp could be heard among the people as it approached, many of them falling to their knees. A golden light shone on this strange being as it came and knelt first before King Link and Queen Zelda before finally turning its deep amber eyes on Princess Peach and her husband, Mario. Peach's heart raced as she stared into those beautiful amber eyes, wishing nothing more than to just keep staring on and on. All too soon, the gaze was broken as the strange being faced the crowd, its eyes slowly scanning it.

"I am Lucario," it said, its mouth never moving, "And I come with a message from Pit, Lord of Light." He then turned and knelt down before Mario, placing his great spiked hands on the ground. "Here is your true king…"

Okay, I know there's nothing very unusual as far as the pairing(s) goes, but I wanna take it slowly, you know? After all, I have two more chapters to stick in that unusual pairing, right?

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