Hello! Welcome to my story Memories of Love. If you hadn't read the summary already (which I'm about 99.99% sure that nearly all of you did) then I might as well give it to you now. This story is going to be about Timpani's point of view from a little before she and Blumiere meet to the end of Super Paper Mario. I've seen quite a few versions of this type of story but I haven't really seen it all in Timpani's point of view and till the end of SPM. However, is someone has, please tell me the name of the story so that way I may read it (I love stories like these). Anyways, I'm guessing most have you have stopped reading this by now so I might as well stop this long author's note. However, I have two more things to tell you before I do...
IMPORTANT FOR STORY! The POV of this story is going to start off a little strange. It's going to be Timpani remembering a past event so you might hear the phrase I remember here and there at the start of a paragraph. You'll see what I mean when you read it. Also, this writing style is only going to be done this way for the prologue, the rest of the chapters are all going to be her living the events at that moment.
WARNING! There are going to be many spoilers from the game. I'm trying to keep this as accurate as possible so there will be spoilers. There won't be as many for the part of the story where Timpani and Blumiere meet and then on. However, when we get to the part where the actual SPM game starts and Mario and Co. comes in, there will be many and I mean many spoilers. So I suggest you go buy the game and play it if you haven't yet done so. *Author waits a couple of minutes* You done? Okay good. Now sit back, relax, and enjoy the prologue to Memories of Love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Paper Mario. Only Nintendo has the rights to that.
I remember that day well. It was a cool fall night; the moon completely full was shining its light through my bedroom window. I remember tossing and turning, the blankets getting wrapped all around me. I let out a sigh, knowing I wouldn't be sleeping well that night. Too many thoughts were running through my head. My parents were hiding something, I knew it. However, with them leaving on their trip in the next hour, I knew I wouldn't get any answers until they got back.
I let out another sigh and I lifted my head while I squinted at my mounted wall clock, the only light being the moon. It read 10:01. I threw my head back on my pillow starring up at my dark ceiling. My throat suddenly felt very dry and I untangled myself from the sheets to get a drink from the kitchen. I felt the cold polished wood floor hitting my feet and a shiver go up my back.
I tiptoed toward the door, smiling slightly as I remembered that the door hinges were just oiled the other day. When I twisted the door knob and pushed, it opened without a single sound. I knew that it was just me and my parents in the house and the maid and chef had left early, but my parents never liked being disturbed during the night. They also didn't like me being up at night for that matter. I quickly shut the door and continued my journey to the kitchen.
As I made my way down the hallway I felt like every step I took the hallway just grew. Every step I was afraid my parents would find me out of bed. I knew they wouldn't be too mad, unlike the time they found out that I stayed up all night reading, but my parents always told me that I needed at least eight hours of sleep and were very strict about it for reasons unknown to me.
The hallway finally seemed to be coming to end and I felt relieved, At least, until I heard chatter coming from my father's study. Confused, I figured that they must have just been talking loudly again, it happened may times before. However, that thought fled from my mind as I turned the corner seeing the door to my father's study ajar. I quickly hid behind a nearby pillar before they saw me.
Every time I think back to this next part, I always wonder what would have happened if I didn't feel thirsty that night. What would have happened that night if I didn't decide to venture to the kitchen to get a drink. If I decided to instead run past the door instead of listen in. For what happened next made my body freeze and my heart drop.
"Are you sure this is a good idea," I heard my father say. "I mean I'm not sure Timpani would like it if we suddenly told her that she was arranged to get married."
Married. That word lingered in my mind completely erasing the thoughts of thirstiness. My parents' are-
My mother interrupted my thoughts. "Of course this is a good idea. Timpani is twenty-one, she should have already been married by now. Besides, I'm sure Timpani will love her new husband, he is very rich you know."
No, I thought to myself. This can't be happening to me. Being married to someone I don't even know. I felt my throat clog up and tears threatening to poor out of my eyes. I slowly backed away from my father's study then ran back to my room, not caring whether or not my parents heard any more.
When I got into my bedroom, I slammed the door shut and fell to the ground. I started to choke out sobs and hot tears were running down my cheeks. My parents, I thought to myself, my parents can't be doing this to me. But they were. My parents were forcing me to marry some rich person I didn't even know against my will.
I put my face in my hands, my eyes bursting with tears and I wasn't even trying to keep back the sobs anymore.
I stayed like that for a while and when my sobs were finally calming down; my hands were soaked with tears. I looked out the window at the moon and the night sky, cherishing that last bit of freedom I thought I would ever feel again. Freedom. That word swirled around in my mind like the word married did, except freedom sounded and felt much better.
An idea suddenly formed in my head. I quickly pushed myself off the ground and ran over to my balcony doors. I threw them open and I felt a gust of fresh air hit my body. I might as well cherish this last bit of freedom I have, I thought to myself.
I looked back at my clock. With the balcony doors open I could see the dark brown clock much clearer now. The time read 10:19. I knew my parents would soon be out to pack up the carriage so I needed to make my escape fast. I quickly ran back into my room to grab my slippers. I slipped them on then ran back out. I shut the doors behind me and jumped onto the railing surrounding the balcony. I felt a flash of fear running through me as I looked at the ground. However, the word freedom swirled around in my head once more and it made me even more determined to have one last night of happiness.
I saw a nearby tree that I would climb when I was younger. I remembered my father telling me that the branches were so strong that it could have held ten full grown men. I closed my eyes for a minute, hoping my father was right. Then I slowly opened them, took a deep breath, and jumped.
The feeling of the wind rushing threw my hair as I jumped to the tree was indescribable to me at that moment. I felt like I was flying. That feeling soon went away however when I saw the incoming branches. I let out a small shriek as the branches hit my face. I wildly moved my arms about, trying to grab one of the branches. Luckily, before I hit the ground I felt my hands wrap around hard birch wood and my body being jerked to a stop.
I let out a sigh of relief as I let go of the branch landing safely on the ground. I looked back up at my balcony, smiling at what I just accomplished. My eyes were quickly diverted to the right however when I saw the light from my father's study being turned off and the light to the hallway leading to the lower part of the house being turned on. I then remembered my objective and ran towards and out the gate, leaving my parents land.
I ran towards the woods that were nearby, the woods I was told never to go in. My parents told me that a group called the Tribe of Darkness lived just on a cliff in the woods. They told me that they were horrible creatures and if I was ever to see one to run for my life. I ignored their warnings however and ran into the looming woods.
After a while, I grew tired of running and started to casually stroll through the darkened woods, the only light being the moon that guided me. I didn't know where I was going, but I didn't care. I was someplace where I could clear my mind and I loved every second of it. The woods were alive with sounds and sights. Insects were singing their song, the owls hooting along, and there were beautiful stars that could be seen through the leaves. It was breathtaking.
I eventually grew tired of walking and sat down on a nearby fallen tree. I just closed my eyes and listened to what these woods had to offer. However, the one thing I didn't notice was ho close I was to a nearby cliff.
I remember this next part so vividly in my mind. This was a moment in my life I could never forget. I sat there like that for another few minutes until I heard a groan. My eyes shot open and looked around. I didn't see a thing. I shrugged my shoulders, thinking it as just the wind. I was about to close my eyes and go back to my peaceful state when I heard it again. This time however, I could tell where it was coming from. The source of the noise was coming from behind a nearby bush. I slowly stood up and walked towards the bush. I pushed the leaves aside and let out a small gasp.
There as a man, or what looked like a man behind it. He had dark blue skin and a white and multicolored cape around him. There as a white top hat lying on the ground a couple inches away from his head. In an instant I could tell who he was, or at least, where he was from. He was a man from the Tribe of Darkness. I looked down at the man, then up to the highest point of the cliff. He must have fallen off the cliff I thought to myself. However, instead of running away like my parents taught me to do if I was in this situation, I moved closer, worried for him. All the horrid things my parents told me that the Tribe of Darkness does completely slipped from my mind. All I could think about was the hurt man in front of me and how much I wanted to help him.
Not knowing what else to do, I grabbed the man from under his arms and started to drag him towards where I hoped was my house. I only got a few feet though when I once again noticed the top hat. I guessed it was his so I lowered him back on the ground and swiftly picked up the finely made hat and placed it on my head. When I bent to pick the man back up however, the top hat started to slide off of my head. I decided that the only way to make sure that I had the hat was to hold it and that meant dragging him back to my house with only one hand.
I grunted as I pulled him along, only going about ten feet per minute. I carefully placed him back on the ground and wiped the sweat from my forehead, hitting the top hat in the process. Man, I thought to myself, we barely made far from the spot where we started and it's already been ten minutes. We'll never get back to my house before dawn. Even if my parents aren't house, the maid and cook will still be there. I was too exhausted from pulling the man to even think about their names. I took in a deep breath, glorious air filling my lungs. I then quickly let it out. Even if I get there in the middle of the day next week I can't leave this man alone when I could have helped him.
I took in another breath and then with my hand not holding the top hat, I grabbed his arm and started to pull. Progress was still extremely slow and I knew I wouldn't get there before dawn. I closed my eyes and let out a small groan. "I wished there was an easier way to get back to my house."
Then the strangest thing happened. When I opened my eyes again to prepare to continue dragging the man, I saw the exact place I needed to get to. I stood there just staring at my house, a million thoughts running through my head at once. How did I get here? Wasn't I just back in the woods a second ago? What happened? I shook my head, ignoring all of my thoughts. Who cares how I got here, all that matters is that I was back home. I once again started to drag the man with my free hand.
When we got to the couple of steps that led to the door, I took the top hat off my head and placed it on the ground. I then grabbed both of the man's hands and pulled him up those couple of steps. I gently placed him down afterwards to twist the doorknob. Locked. I sighed, but then I remembered the spare key that my parents just got for me in case I was ever locked out. I grinned then started to search under the potted plants beside me. It took a couple of tries but in the light of the moon, I finally found the silver key.
I picked it up, put in the hole, and turned until I heard a click. I then removed the key and twisted the doorknob once again. This time the door opened with ease. I bent down and grabbed the top hat that was on the grass and once again placed it on my head. I then began dragging the man into the house, doing my best to lift him into the threshold.
The warm temperature of the house welcomed me as I closed the door. I didn't even I realize how cold I was until then. I let go of the man to wipe my forehead that was laced with sweat once again. I turned and looked back at the man, wondering where I should put him. I couldn't bring him up to my room, that would require bringing him up the stairs and I didn't want to hurt him or drop him by accident. But I also wanted to keep him some place where no one would see him for a while in case he wasn't awake by morning. I gripped the top hat with my right hand deep in thought until a room appeared in my mind.
Of course! Our second lounge we have. I smiled, remembering when my parents and I decorated that room. It was meant to be another room for entertainment, but we hadn't had big enough parties for it to be used and it was kind of forgotten. I knew it was the perfect place to put the man until he woke up. Also, it was thankfully right down the hall. So I once again dragged the man, hopping this was the last time I would have to do this.
The door as already open when I got there so I guessed that someone went in there earlier and forgot to close it. Lucky for me though because it made my job much easier.
Once we were both in the room, I placed the man down near a couch. I knew the hardest part was going to be to lift him, but I just had to. So, mustering the last amount of strength I had, I lifted the man up with a grunt, and gently lowered him down onto the couch. I fell back onto a nearby chair and let out a sigh of relief. It had taken a while but I finally got the man back to my home.
I started to wonder how long I had been out. There being little light to see the clock in, I flicked on a nearby light switch and light flooded the room. I put my hands to my eyes for a couple of seconds, rubbing them to get rid of the burning sensation. I should have remembered that it was going to hurt after not seeing bright light for so long I thought to myself.
Lowering my hands from my eyes, I turned my head to look at the time on the golden clock. It read 11:56. Was I really out that long? Time must have flown by with all the walking in the woods and dragging I had to do.
I heard a groan from behind me and saw the man turn to his side to face me. He didn't open his eyes but I knew he would wake up soon. "He'll probably be thirsty," I muttered to myself. I quickly ran out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen.
I entered the humongous kitchen in no time. I quickly flicked on the switch for the lights and ran toward the white cabinets. I threw open the first one on the right and grabbed a glass cup. I shut the cabinet then turned toward the stainless steel sink to fill the cup with water. Once it was nearly over flowing, I pushed the faucet down and the water turned off. I spun around then walked as fast as I could without spilling the water. I didn't bother turning off the lights. By the time I got to the lounge, some of the water had splashed out but most of it was still there.
I placed the glass of water down on a polished wood table beside the couch. I turned my head slightly to look at the man. He was still unconscious. I took in a breath, finally relaxing a bit. It had been tough dragging him all the way here, but I did it. I helped someone from the Tribe of Darkness. Instead of my heart being frozen with fear about what would happen when he woke up it swelled with happiness knowing I saved him even if I was told to never go near his kind. I was wiping my forehead again when I felt the rim of the top hat hit my wrist. I remembered I still had it on so I took it off and placed it on the table beside the glass of water.
I didn't know when he was going to wake up so I decided to grab one of the many books on the bookshelf. I grabbed a green one, not caring to read the title, and opened it up to the first page. It was actually quite an interesting book. A young woman thought her life would always be the same and would never change. She thought that until she received a letter saying that her long thought dead best friend is still alive and it was up to her to save him.
I was only on the sixteenth page when I heard a moan. I looked up seeing the man turn on the couch. I placed the book on the arm of the chair and stood up, slowly walking towards him. I was just about to touch his arm when another moan escaped from his lips. I took a couple steps back and watched the man's eyes tightly squeeze together.
I took in a quick breath when I saw the man start to sit up towards the wall across from him. His eyes opened but then quickly shut again. He held a hand to as head as if he had a headache. "Ugh… Uuugh…" he groaned. After quickly open and closing his eyes a couple more times, he finally opened them up completely. I could see the color of his eyes from where I was standing. They were a light blue and they almost seemed to be glowing. I actually thought they were quite beautiful. Then, as though sensing my presence, his head turned towards me and our eyes met for the very first time.
That day… That was the day our tragedy was set in motion.
Hey everybody! GamerFan369 here. I hope you like the prologue for my story Memories of Love. I know this was a pretty long prologue, but I wanted the actual chapters to start when both of them were together. I still thought I did okay and I would love to hear what you guys have to say so please leave a review for me. I also would like to know what you guys think I should improve on, so please leave some constructive criticism. Now about my updating process, I will try to at least get one chapter out a week. I don't have an exact day yet but I will let you know if I do get one. Also, if I update a few days late, or maybe even a week (but I highly doubt that), it will either be because I'm busy, or it's just taking a while to write the chapter. This prologue alone took 4-5 hours just to write and that doesn't include revision. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the prologue for Memories of Love and I will see you guys sometime next week. Until then…
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