One: Alive?

Where am I? How did I get here? It's a strange room; almost white walls with an off blue colouring, white furniture, and a deep blue blanket covering me, keeping me warm. All of these are just visible in the low, gold light. It must be early morning.

It's so cold out here.

Besides the bed I am in, the only furniture in the room are a small side-table with a glass of water on it, a desk and a bookshelf. There is a window with yellow curtains and three white doors. Two of them must be a wardrobe.

All alone...

I feel a bit hazy and unfocused. Multiple thoughts are buzzing in my head, but none of them make sense to me.

You were...

I sit up. I know who I am, I think, so that must mean I don't have amnesia. That's a good thing, right?

You're not...

I attempt to reach for the water, but soon realize my wings are no longer there. They had only lasted the battle. Just as well; the claws wouldn't be very good as hands.

You are...

I suddenly hear a click at the door. I face it, worried. Who was it? What if they wanted to use me for their own personal gain? What if they wanted to kill me?

I could live with that last one.

I can't believe you.

The door opens, and a shape appears. It hovers at the door, and it takes me a while to realize that it was another being; one dressed in whites, blues and yellows, much like the room. There's a bit of purple on them too.

I have to believe you.

I try to speak, but my mouth is completely dry. I can't even get it open. Hoping the being would see and understand, I nod my head towards the glass of water. It takes them a while, but they get it, and they float over to me, picking the glass up.

I want to believe you...

He lifts it to my lips, and I drink as much as I can before needing air. It is cool, fresh and refreshing, and I feel much better after taking a long drink.

My friend.

"Better?" The person asks. Their voice is soft and comforting, though it has a bit of a strange accent that I can't place.

Please... Don't leave.

Nevertheless, I nod my head. They put the glass down, sitting on the bed next to me.

"My name is Magolor." They tell me. "Can you tell me your name?"

I hesitate. I've almost forgotten how to speak; it's been so long.

It hurts.

"My name is... Marx." I reply. I can barely recognize my own voice.

I can almost see them smiling under that scarf of theirs. "Good... Do you know where you are?"

I shake my head, not wanting to speak again.

Please stay.

"Well, you're in Green Greens, in my starship, the Lor Starcutter. Do you know where Green Greens is?"

I was definitely not oblivious to their careful way of speaking, as if I was mentally unwell. I was perfectly fine, right? Well, apart from all these voices echoing in my head.

Don't leave... I need you.

"I know." I muttered. "I used to live near here..."

"Oh, good! ... Where do you live now?"

There's nobody home.

I opened my mouth to speak, but paused, then closed it. Then I looked down in thought. Where did I live? Could I still go back to my old house, or did they destroy so somebody else could build something there?

I'm so lost...

Magolor seemed to notice my inability to answer, so continued on.

"Listen, Marx, you must be tired. I'm going to let you sleep a bit, then get you something to eat, alright?"

They put their hand out to touch me; I noticed it out of the corner of my eye. I flinch backwards, baring my fangs. "Don't touch me."

They put their hands up in a way to show they weren't going to. "Alright... Goodnight, Marx."

I watch as they walk out and close the door behind them, before I flop back onto the pillow.

Help me...

Again with the words. They won't go away. Even worse, it sounds familiar. It's distant, scared, almost drowned out, but it's definitely familiar.

It was my own voice.

I try to block it out, focusing on going to sleep, but I can't. My heart is racing. I feel scared. I really hope all of this is real, but at the same time I'm worried what would happen if it was. How is I alive? And… is Kirby around? Will he kill me again if he sees me?

Yet again, all of this could just be a hallucination; a dream. I'm afraid to go to sleep.

Because I'm afraid I'll wake up.