Fly Away Home
Chapter 1: The Fall
"POINT!" The P.A. thundered across the stadium, bringing cheers and boos from all gathered. The noise was fantastic.
Gathered all around the Grand Stadium were fans, media and Smashers alike, a sea of moving shapes and colours. No-one was still in this intense Tournament Qualifier match.
On one side was the mysterious newcomer Pit, a heavenly angel from Skyworld, taking part for reasons he hadn't disclosed.
His opponent was none other than Ganondorf.
No-one knew why Pit faced the dark sorcerer, but circumstances had come up. Very odd circumstances, at that.
From the sidelines, veteran swordsman Marth cheered loudly for the newcomer. Beside him, newly-qualified Griel mercenary Ike yelled out Pit's name in encouragement.
From across the arena, eagerly awaiting their own qualifying matches, Wario, Dedede and Waluigi yelled support for Ganondorf, who had just Purple Punched the winged boy out of the battle area. Pit was down to his last chance while the Gerudo had two remaining lives. The sorcerer growled as the battered angel picked himself up off the ground, panting in exhaustion. All his prancing about and high-speed attacks had cost Ganondorf a life, and he would make the angel pay dearly. Never had he lost a single chance to a newcomer!
Pit whimpered as he picked his aching body off the ground and limped back into the arena, his leg causing him great pain. Sure enough, a fresh cut was present just below his right knee. You're weak, Pit! His mind berated him. You're in this to prove you're strong! You must never let them see you bleed! Pit quickly rubbed his hand over the cut and it slowly healed, his Goddess' gift of great power restoring the flesh. He still bore damage within his leg that would take time to heal, but he could still fly.
As he stepped back within the boundaries, the klaxon blared and the Gerudo lunged for him. Instantly, Pit kicked off from the ground, his beautiful white wings catching him and lifting him into the air. He gave a flap and launched himself over the Gerudo, landing gracefully before bringing his Bow back together. The instant he did, it was aimed at the sorcerer's back, and a magic blue arrow went speeding towards him.
Ganondorf roared with rage as the arrow sank into his flesh before evaporating. The prancing boy was just too fast, even with a hurt leg. He spun around and charged the angel, colliding with him and forcing him into a roll. Pit quickly recovered and leapt up, kicking off from the Gerudo's face back into the air.
If Ganondorf had been angry before, having his face stepped on pissed him off to unbelievable levels. His face contorted in rage as he watched the angel reach his flying limit. He was still a boy, no matter how much training he had, and he would undoubtedly slip up soon. And when he did...
As Ganondorf charged again, he thought about the origin of all this hatred. He'd hated Pit from the moment he saw him. It pecked at him, the idea that this pure being, the embodiment of good, wanted to compete, but sure enough, he did. He was so elegant and fancy that Ganondorf had wanted to Round Kick him out of the Manor in that instant! But he'd conserved his rage, letting it simmer, building it for a chance at him, to show that elegance and grace weren't Brawler material. To think that this fast-footed boy could even consider coming to tryouts! And the Hands had welcomed him! Well, Ganondorf was going to prove them wrong no mater what!
As Pit prepared to dodge the slow charge, Ganondorf changed his tactic. The charge was a feint. Pit dodged backwards to land exactly where Ganondorf had expected, and he leapt, delivering a Purple Kick to the ground right at Pit's feet as the angel looked up with fear-filled eyes. The magical impact blasted Pit backwards but his damage was low; it wasn't enough to launch him. Pit flipped back onto his feet and crouched, his bow ready.
As the roars of the crowd built, some cheering Ganondorf's attack, others Pit's resolve, Ganondorf heard a new sound. One he knew all too well.
A high-pitched whistle sounded as the Smash Ball appeared out of Subspace. Pit's eyes instantly locked onto it. Perfect, Ganondorf thought. He followed the Ball as well, judging his next attack.
The Ball was floating far too high for Ganondorf to reach, so Pit knew he had a chance. He launched into the air again, shooting straight for it. He split the Bow back into its twin blades and began slashing at it the instant he was in range. He followed the Ball as it came down to the ground, not paying attention to his adversary. If I get this, I have a chance! He told himself, still ravaging the Ball with strikes.
Ganondorf chuckled to himself. This was going perfectly. The angel had diverted all of his focus to breaking the Ball, and the crowd had followed. If what he predicted would happen came to pass, this match was his and the angel would be no more. With enough luck, permanently, he chuckled again - if this worked, there really was no way out for the angel, except in a box.
Ganondorf feigned an attack to keep Pit on his toes. The last thing he wanted was for the winged boy to have all his attention on the Ball when it finally broke. As he stooped out of the lunge, he grabbed the pendant around his neck and snapped it off the chain. Pit would land in about a second, and the crowd were still cheering for him, their gazes locked with this winged thing. They'd never even see it happen...
Ganondorf crushed the pendant in his fist, knowing it was now or never. If Pit landed the Final Smash, with the damage Ganondorf had taken, he could kiss goodbye to another life. And then the angel would discover the true meaning of pain...
But it wouldn't come to that. This would recover his reputation. This would show them all that Ganondorf was still king! Pit landed the last required hit on the Ball and broke it, the ethereal energy coursing over his body and turning his eyes bright yellow. He gasped in shock.
Pit couldn't handle the energy that coursed through him. He couldn't get enough of a grip on it yet; he couldn't control it or activate it. And that split-second cost him dearly.
Ganondorf drew back his fist underarm and rammed it, full-force, into the left side of the angel's chest; Pit had twisted at the last moment. What a pity I couldn't break that pretty face of yours, boy! He sneered internally as the fist connected.
But this was no normal punch, nor even his powerful Purple Punch. His fist glowed with all kinds of energy, every colour imaginable playing over it. And it increased the power of his attack tenfold. A fitting way to deal with this boy.
It had taken a week of careful planning and well-placed blackmail to get this far, and now he'd done it. It had been worth all the hassle, from re-entering Subspace to arranging the match.
The pendant was much more than a jewel. It was a tiny fragment of Tabuu's wing, one of the only pieces he could find. But he knew that great being was so powerful that even a fragment would contain colossal energy.
Energy that now coursed through his hand.
Time had slowed.
The angel's eyes went wide in shock as he felt the impact. Ganondorf would have grinned with satisfaction had he had the time, but he barely had enough to feel the angel's bones crack and break under his fist. The concussive force of the impact rippled outwards into Pit's body, sending such strong shockwaves Ganondorf could see the boy's wing shaking violently. No doubt bones would be broken in that limb as well.
Finally the spell broke, launching the angel backwards at unbelievable speed.
Clean out of the stadium!
The Gerudo roared in triumph as the crowd gasped. Wario and Dedede yelled out in support as Waluigi hollered, "Fall, angel! Fall!"
Pit could do nothing as he soared uncontrollably through the air he loved so much. His entire body had caught fire. His ribs burned most, probably a few broken, and he couldn't even feel moving his wing. So great was the pain that he was surprised he was still alive, though he felt himself blacking out, distantly aware that the Grand Stadium floated far above the land below him. I guess this is it, Pit thought sadly. He would lose consciousness any instant. If I hit the ground I die. At least my last memories will be of flying...
And with that darkness consumed him.