A small pink flower sat shimmering underneath the moon's glow, unaware of the raging battle between good and evil going on overhead. It did not hear the voices cry out for the battle to stop. It did not see the destruction a once fair queen brought upon the land. For how a could a simple flower, one given life that very night, understand such things?

Yet when the Queen fell deeper into the throes of madness, merging with the Dreamstalk her powers expanding the plant and vines burrowing into the planet below, allowing the Queens power to multiply and grow with a great change to her form. And on the ground below the small flower, unaware of the changes yet as the battle above continued going on the flower could not remain unaffected by what was happening above.

The flower now understood.

Above it was the final battle between Queen of Floralia, one who was once a fair kind ruler twisted by forces most dark, and the young hero of dreamland Kirby. The simple flower attention was brought immediately to feelings and thoughts of both those battling and those forced to witness the act.

One of these thoughts struck the flower as the most meaningful, as though it held a special meaning to such a simple being. The thought almost a particular amount of weight to it, like it was the most important thing in the world, yet the thought could barely could be felt amongst sea of noise and other thought quickly came and crushed it away. Still the flower remembered the fragments and knew that despite how quickly it was gone the thought was almost like a wish to its owner.

As the Flower was trying to make sense of the wish thought, another thought struck out across the battlefield to the little Flower down below. A thought so clear that the sense of despair that was carried with almost made it feel misplaced. A thought for the return of an old friend gone. The Flower wonder just for a single moment, what had this to with anything going on above.

And so the Flower's attention was brought back to the battle feeling the Queen begin to fade, and yet in one last desperate grasp at life she summoned the fruits of the Dreamstalk swallowing them, letting there miraculous power to multiple her own. The simple act allowed the beginning of a transformation into something not quite dead and something very much not alive.

Yet at as the Queen made her transformation another force came to the attention of the Flower. Something dark and twisted,something that caused the Flower to twist and shudder, as if trying to run from the dark presence. The Flower tried to pull it's attention away from the dark force yet, the force was drawing it in twisting the flower, causing the Flower to lose its sense of self, cracking at any good the had in it's small body. The Flower could hear somebody call for something, trying to get something to happen, though the flower could not hear a word said over the dark presence clouding it sense.

Then just as suddenly as the dark presence appeared, it was gone, the last remnant fracturing with the wind. The Flower tried to find what had caused the presence to disappear, to find the voice that was calling out, yet as it attention came back to the battle above it was draw back to the Queen in all her glory.

She looked beautiful, blue petals shimmered in the moonlight, golden wings with an intricate pattern danced with every movement. As the battle continued the Flower continued to watch the Queen, something struck it as odd. Something about the Queen was off, despite the beauty she radiated, every action was filled with a sense of almost pure wrongness. Wrongness that was center at both her soul and mind, the Queen had gone mad. That very same madness that was consuming her very soul, with a ferociousness of a burning fire.

Why was a Queen so long gone to madness fighting so hard? Did see not see the destruction she was causing to the world around her. The damage she was doing to her own soul? Did she not see…

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The flower paused in it thoughts, wondering what would cause such little drops of water to drip down on its small petals. The flower turned it attention back up to the battle trying to find clouds of rain that could have been summoned, and yet when none emerged it kept going back up to the battle where the emotions of it participants had taken a turn for the worse.

Nearly all the participants in the battle were in a state of disarray. Where once there had been strong conviction in the Hero's heart gnawed a sense of sadness for the once beautiful Queen who would not stop her onslaught till the whole world was destroyed. The Queen herself was slowly losing sense of the world, not even be able to tell herself a part from her enemies. The king of Dreamlands heart was weighed down by the pain of just understanding what happened to the once kind Queen.

Yet the pain that struck the flower down the most was that of the Queen loyal Retainer. His heart was as fractured as the Queen's mind. He cared so deeply for a Queen that could not even recognize him, watching the battle with a deep sense of despair.

The Flower felt pain tear at it, could this person not see what was only a former shell of his queen? That monster did not deserve the loyalty he gave to her, she was just a lifeless husk of herself gone to the madness that consumed her.

The Flower once again paused, wondering just why it cared so much for what was happening up above it. Why could such a simple flower as itself feel, think even understand what was going on so far above it?

The little flower was losing itself to the questions upon questions of it's situation wondering what did all of this mean? The flower tried to force itself to think different thoughts to get away from the ideas of its own existence, yet try as it might the Flower was slipping into its own personal insanity.

"My Queen, I...."

The words echoed down to the Flower and the spark of fury that traveled through the flower snapped it out of its previous thoughts. How could he still care about her? After all the atrocities she committed not just to the world but to him? That Queen hurt him and he still bothered to care about her and her well being? The Flower hated them both, it hated the Queen and, and… What where their names? The flower thought and thought trying to recall the two names. Why could it recall the names of the Hero Kirby and of Dedede the King of Dreamland that partook in battle but not of the Queen or of her Retainer?

"No, Sectonia, I'm sorry I couldn't do more to save you."

And with those final words spoken the Retainer watched the fight between Kirby and the Queen dwindle, the only comfort coming from the King watching the battle next to him. The simple flower further felt its heart shatter at the retainer simple apology.

"Sectonia..." the flower thought" If that that is the Queen… just what am I then?"

The Flower tried to control it's thoughts that wandered so close to that dangerous edge of insanity. Yet the Flower knew these thoughts were the reason of true existence, after why could such a simple flower think, if was really was a just a simple flower.

As the Flower struck upon such thoughts that it realized it could not, was not, such a simple flower, but one that stemmed from the great Dreamstalk itself. The flower was connected to Queen as the Queen was connected to the Dreamstalk, yet the Flower knew this wasn't true as it should be. The Flower could tell is was different from the Queen above, like they where two parts of a fractured being.

An as the Flower was thinking it's thoughts about its origins and its relation to the Queen above, the battle was drawing closer to the end. One final thought came down from the Queen above to the little Flower. One that made the little Flower realize with a shock, that it's life was going to be ending very, very soon.

"No, No, NO!" The Flower thought with a newfound urgency "I want to find them! The person, the voice that was trying to save..."

The last thought was interrupted as the Flowers attention was forcibly dragged as the Queen prepared what she thought was going to be the final blow in the battle against the Hero of Dreamland. The Flower could tell that this attack would not work, for when did a villain ever triumph over a hero?

With those thoughts as a life line the Flower knew it had to act quickly, if its short thought plan even had a chance of working. Gathering as much of the power the little Flower could reach, from the Dreamstalk, to Dreamland, to the Miracle fruits that the Dreamstalk grew, and even of the Queen herself. From memories to magic the little flower gathered what it could, yet it was still not enough. The Flower could feel the Queens final breath draw begin to close. The Flowers dark blue petals began to glow from the power it was collecting, knowing it's time was short before it's own death.

Still the Flowers last minute spell was not complete, knowing that it had seconds to complete its spell before all hope was lost. The Flower could feel it petals weighted down with the power they were collecting, yet there was something else there to. The tears from the Retainer before? There was just a bit of something in them, possibly just enough that it could give what was needed to complete the spell. The Flower hoped that it had enough power and began to start it's spell.

So when dawn broke over the horizon in the field where there was once not such a simple pink flower, there lay a girl with horns and white hair shimmering pink in the morning dawn. Eyes opening, six hands pressed on the ground, her simple cloak moving with her allowing the girl to sit up and view her surroundings. With a slow blink the girl, glanced up towards the magnificent blue petals that fell from the sky letting them pool around her.

With a small breath she called out

"Hello?"

Thought I'd make a story about this after realizing Marx could live and nobody else had tried... Oh well...

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