Author’s Note- This is the first in a possible series of
Fanfic, involving Kirby and a friend about twenty-three years after warrior’s
Secret (another Fanfic by Ivyna) takes place. If you have not read it, I highly
suggest that you do or you may not be able to understand anything that’s going
on. (Sorry Ivyna, I couldn’t resist making my own sequel thing to your Fanfic.)
My name is Kirby. You may know me, you may not. But that doesn’t
matter now.
It
was a beautiful night in Rainbow Resort, the aurora borealis shimmering despite
the pre-storm winds. I looked out the open window blankly, not even changing
expression when lightning struck and thunder boomed across the land.
“What
are you looking at?”
I
denied it later, but her voice shocked me. By “her” I mean Terakka, my
friend. She is... sort of a good version of that demon, Rocky. Only she wears a
blue-and-white headband. And, don’t get any weird thoughts about us, we're just
roomies.
“Ehh...
nothing; Just the Aurora Bora-whatevers.” , I said absentmindedly.
“Borealis.
They’re called Aurora Borealis.”
I
turned around to see her looking at me strangely. “Okay then.”
Terakka
shook her head, sighed, and walked off to somewhere. It marveled me at how she
had such a heavy body, but her movements were more liquid and gentle than my
own.
I
turned towards the window again, the sky so dark that I could see my reflection.
I certainly had changed since the death of Nightmare, my skin going from the
laughing pink to a smooth, orange-pink color. My feet and cheeks were now deep
maroon instead of bright scarlet. Even my eyes, once a sapphire blue, had
darkened to nearly black. From my angle, I saw Galaxia, resting in its scabbard.
Galaxia.I had tried so hard to forget how I obtained it, but alas, I had failed.
It happened a long time ago, but the memory still remains clear and vivid in my
mind. The memory played back in my mind, Yamikage, Sir Meta Knight, Nightmare,
all flash in my mind like some horror movie.
As
I turned back to my reflection, I noticed that it looked... different.
That
face was not my own.
No
matter how hard I tried to sleep, the face in the mirror still haunted me. It
was like I should’ve known who he was, but I didn’t.
I
rolled over in my bed, trying to push the horrid image away. The face’s skin
was a light violet, in contrast to amber eyes and wild, blond hair. But it was
not this that frightened me. It was that the person in my reflection was
bleeding from his heart, near death. I almost felt his pain.
The
vessels in his eyes had exploded, leaving his eyes a violet-red color. And yet,
he looked back at me patiently, as if waiting for my response. Ifelt his gaze
boring deep into my soul, but still only waiting.
‘Waiting
for what?’ I wondered.
When
I woke from my long and dreamless sleep, it was thunder storming outside. The
rainfall was so heavy, I couldn’t see 5 inches away from my face. Lightning
struck somewhere, and I almost immediately heard its thunder. Storm
must be pretty close, I thought sleepily.
After
a long time in bed, I finally got up. Prolly wouldn’t’ve got up if I
hadn’t suddenly felt hunger pangs. Well, I always feel hunger pangs; just
sometimes they’re stronger than others.
Then
occurred to me that I never had breakfast at home. I had it at the local Diner.
“Crap,” I said, annoyed, “It’s probably closed today.” No
breakfast! That’s like, having no brunch, lunch, afternoon snack, dinner,
supper, dessert or midnight snacks! The horror!
I
looked at the clock to see if Terakka was awake. She always woke up at 8:23
sharp, no matter what. The clock said, to my disappointment, 3:56. (God, why was
I up so early?) Now I was alone and
hungry. Excellent.
I
sighed and went to go look out the front window. Popstar’s moons shone
brightly through the clouds, giving the rain a silvery appearance. Almost
mystical, it seemed.
Then
I saw him.
He
stood in my reflection again, the same bloodshot face, same patient eyes. Only
this time he seemed pleading. Like he wanted me to follow him. Butto where? He held out his hand,
beckoning to me. And then he was gone, and only my own frightened face shone in
the window.
“What
the hell was that?” I asked myself.
Later,
after it stopped raining, I decided to go see Fumu back in Dreamland. That girl
knew everything, it seemed, so she would probably know what’s going on here
better than I do. And if she
doesn’t know, than I must be a raving lunatic.
The
trouble with this idea was, who was going to find tickets to Dreamland in
summer? For most people, it’s hot enough already. The fact that we are getting
more rain in this last week than we’ve had in the past year doesn’t help
much.
And
then I remembered something from 23 years ago, back were I obtained Galaxia. I
ran to the top of the hill near my house and shouted-
“Warpstar!”
Either it must’ve turned 8:23 right then, or I woke Terakka up, as I
saw her soon after I called my Warpstar. She came running out of the house, up
the hill, and stopped right next to me. Terakka asked me, “Whatcha doin’ up
here?”
Her
question was answered by the sound of a Warpstar flying through the cloud layer.
*** Terakka ***
I
couldn’t believe it. Kirby had a Warpstar???
In all of the 12 years I knew him, he never mentioned a Warpstar to me. In fact,
that’s exactly what I asked him-
“YOU
HAVE A WARPSTAR?!?!”
Okay,
more like I yelled at him questioningly.
“...Well, shouldn’t that be obvious now?” Kirby answered me calmly.
Well,
it was. As the large, yellow-white star landed, I wondered where he was going.
Kirby never really traveled unless he could walk there; where could he want to
visit that was far away enough that he had to use his Warpstar? “Well, are you
getting on?” Kirby asked me.
I
didn’t answer him, but instead got on. For a moment, the Warpstar dropped
under my weight, then righted itself. I was slightly offended, but soon got over
it. Naturally, I did weigh a lot.
Kirby
said something under his breath, and the Warpstar took off. I was surprised at
how smooth the flight was, wind and clouds making no difference in the
Warpstar’s path. We gained extreme altitudes, flying over birds of all sorts.
The Orange Ocean glittered below us, and a whale breached near a school of
exotically-colored fish, scattering them momentarily.
We
were up so high and going so fast, I found it scary that my fear of heights
wasn’t killing me right now. But I didn’t care, I just wanted to fly.
I
was overwhelmed with awe, to the point where I forgot to ask Kirby where we were
going. I just didn’t care. You could never see things like the things I saw on
land or at sea. You had to see it from the skys.
If
I was actually looking ahead, I would have also noticed a small chain of
islands. I also would have noticed that we heading straight for them.
“Welcome
to the island of Dreamland.”
I
had only heard about Dreamland up until that day, never seen it. The beaches had
sand that was almost white. A few sparse palm trees were scattered about the
beach, one with a large nest in it. From our view on the hill, I could see a
castle, tall and magnificent.
Kirby
must’ve seen me looking around at the sights like an idiot, as he told me
eagerly, “The town’s even better. Come on!” He ran toward what I was
guessing was the town, his Warpstar heading off to somewhere.
I
followed him, quickly catching up. I would’ve overlapped him, but I had no
idea where we were going. Kirby was leading us through a trail of dead or dieing
grass, showing that it was frequently used. We raced each other through the
winding and curving trail until Kirby said, “Here we are. Pupu Village.”
It
was so... cute. That was the best way to describe it. Everything looked friendly
and welcoming, making me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. I was finding it hard
to believe that this quaint little place was once being terrorized by Nightmare.
I’m
guessing Kirby was well known here, as we weren’t standing there long before
someone shouted, “Hey look! Its Kirby!” Everything sort of went from there.
Everybody outside or within earshot rushed over to meet Kirby, greet him,
welcome him back etc. The only thing that made me sad here was, nobody noticed
me. Was I invisible? I seemed to be, that, or not very well known outside or
Rainbow Resort. Probably just not well-know.
A
strongly feminine voice soon yelled to the growing crowd, “Break it up! Break
it up!” I soon saw her, a tall and willowy figure or a different species from
the crowd’s, wearing a blue-and-white dress and holding what looked like a
schoolbook.
“Uhh...
Terakka? Meet Fumu.”
Later,
in Fumu’s dorm in the castle, Kirby explained how he knew Fumu, who exactly
she was, and why we were here. Apparently, before Kirby came to Rainbow Resort,
he lived here, protecting the villagers from a bombardment of monsters.
“-and
after Nightmare was killed, I stayed here for awhile. 10 years of awhile. THEN
I moved to Rainbow Resort.” Kirby stopped talking for the first time in 3
hours. 3 HOURS.
I
just sat there, amazed and bewildered by Kirby’s story. Oh, especially the
part when he attended Sir Meta Knight’s burial. I had no idea up until now
that Kirby’s life was so dark and sinister, he always seemed so optimistic.
It
was Fumu who finally asked the dreaded question, “So Kirby, why are you
here?” Kirby looked at her. Just looked, with no expression in his face
whatsoever. After a long period of staring, Kirby said quietly, “I saw a face
in my reflection that wasn’t my own. I was hoping you could tell me what’s
going on.”
Fumu’s
emerald green eyes grew, her mouth hanging open. She seemed overwhelmed by this,
Kirby seeing an unknown face in his reflection! Another long period of staring
and silence followed this, Fumu scarcely breathing. The tips of her fingers were
trembling slightly, and there was a noticeable raggedness to her breathing.
“K-Kirby?
W-What did it look like?” She asked feebly.
“Uhh,
violet skin, amber eyes and wild, blonde hair. That’s all I remember.” Kirby
answered her in the annoyingly calm voice.
Fumu
nodded as she looked away for a moment, as if thinking Kirby’s vague
description over. A bit later she turned toward us and stood up. Kirby and I
followed her as she silently but surly led us out the dorm door and into the
hallway. She walked quickly but not hurried, as if she wanted to get to our
destination but dreaded it.
The
hallway was forbidding and dark, like it didn’t want us here. Heh. I know I
don’t want to be here. This castle is freaking me out, cobwebs in the corners,
dust lining the floor, the musty air feeling of moss with a good water supply,
and the tips of ivy roots through the cracks in the ceiling. I shuddered. It
looked a lot better on the outside.
“So...
where are we going, exactly?” I asked Fumu.
