Samus' Worst Birthday Part TwoPart TwoSamus' Worst Birthday Part Two6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The next morning at breakfast, the dining room was filled with talk of the previous night's event. It was all anyone could think or talk of before the day's matches. It was a team battle day, and everyone had been shocked to see that Captain Falcon and his teammate Snake were duking it out with Link and, coincidentally, Samus. They all wondered if Crazy and Master Hand had done it deliberately; they'd heard what had happened as many Smashers had reported Captain Falcon, to try and make them feel a little less guilty. The Smashers were slightly nervous at how this match would end. They weren't concerned for Falcon as such n
ValentineA/N: ...They're, in my opinion, the greatest pairing out there. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!Valentine5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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The young green garbed hero of Hyrule walked along the corridors of the Smash Mansion with a nervous look on his face. His eyes shined with excitement and fear at the same time. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins mercilessly as he neared his destination.
'I have to tell her how I feel...I owe her that much.' He thought to himself. He hooked left in the passageway. In his gloved left hand was a letter of sorts, it was signed to Samus Aran, the intergalactic bounty hunter feared by practically everyone in the mansion itself. His thoughts had been bent on her for longer than he used to allow, now he simply could not resist thinking of the dangerous, yet beautiful bounty huntress.
His thoughts reverted to her gorgeous blue sapphire eyes, her long, soft hair. Her pale skin made Link, among others, melt. Link found himself thinking h
The Legend of Terra: PrologueThe Legend of Terra: Prologue5 years ago in Romance More Like This
(This story takes place years after the events in Majora's Mask and after Link has returned to Hyrule and Zelda.)
The Legend of Terra
Terra has been here before. She knew that she was having a nightmare. It was the same hellish nightmare that she has been having for years, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't wake up from her slumber. What she saw was always a blur, almost indiscernible.
What stood before her was the grand hall of Hyrule Castle. But it wasn't the hall she's come to know. It was in ruin, the great stone columns that once held up the giant painted ceilings were fallen over, the colorful banners that once adorned the walls were burned, tattered, and ripped, and holes in the ceiling from where the columns once stood let in hazy red-orange rays of light.
She stood in the back, unable to move, paralyzed as if some will was set against her own. In front of the two white marble thrones of the king and queen was a slouching body, the figure wa