The world connecting all these famous icons is normally a land of peace. But when a mysterious force threatens them and their entire world, they must all put their differences aside to stop this force from destroying everything they hold dear. Curre...
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How often has one looked over the aftermath of a fierce battle? How does one feel walking through the war scarred land, feeling the events of the battle enter their minds? Hearing the shouts of those fighting, the sound of arrows flying, cannons blaring, catapults launching, swords clashing, and the final breaths of the fallen soldiers. It's a feeling that is overpowering, one that numbs the mind and clouds the senses.
And this old battlefield was no different.
Arrows punctured the dirt and dust covered landscape, scattered so much it almost appeared to be grass twigs. Catapults laid abandoned, their wooden structure rotting away from the time they spent untouched. And a castle, on of the central seeds of the conflict of the battle, stood tall and, while in tack, reeked of emptiness.
It was an area not many dared to care for, and one many didn't even remember.
The perfect place to set off an explosion.
Two robots have been sent there by the Ancient Minister to set off a bomb. With no one around, they wouldn't have to worry about a resistance and the Subspace creatures would be able to reproduce more efficiently. Once they set the bomb in place, they activated it. And as they waited out the timer, they began to feel grief. In order for the bomb to detonate, it needed their cooperation the entire process, even as it exploded. Even if they didn't have to be there all the way through, the bomb locked them in when they activated it, preventing them from even being able to move. But as they were told by their master, sacrifices had to be made in order for the Subspace to flourish.
So they had no choice but to submit and accept it.
The timer ticked its last second and the bomb exploded, covering a large area of the war scarred land in a massive dark purple dome. The explosion was creating a powerful suction, drawing in the dust and dirt that covered the land and creating a breeze that reached the abandoned castle in the distance.
Or at least they thought it was abandoned.
Even though this land was the remains of an intense battle, very few were even aware that someone still resided here. Someone who refused to allow his home to crumble under the sands of time. And on the top of the castle he stood. A young swordsman clad in blue, a long flowing cape behind him and his sword sheathed in its hilt at his side. This was Marth, prince of Altea. He watched in shocked horror as the explosion happened, the wind caused by it flowing through his cape and ocean blue hair.
"What is that?"
As he continued to look, he saw an army of the creatures begin to form and make way towards his castle, lead by the Ancient Minister, who was flying overhead.
"SPREAD OUT. THIS LAND IS OURS TO CONTROL."
"Control?" Marth overheard the robots words and was shocked at what he heard. But that quickly morphed into rage and determination. "Not on my watch!" Marth pulled out his sword, the Falchion, and held it up, letting the light glimmer off it and shine, catching the Ancient Ministers eye.
