Prologue
Kirby sat in the chair that Metaknight had forced him into. Metaknight paced in front of him impatiently. It appeared as though he was arguing with himself in silent.
"Alright Kirby I've had enough!" the armored antagonist stopped in front of the pink puffball. A confused look crossed over the hero's face. Metaknight continued. "I can't keep secrets forever. King Dedede will be mad if I tell you this, but he has been crossing the line lately!"
Kirby was still confused. "Tell me what?"
Metaknight paused as if trying to get the words right. "Kirby, do you remember anything from when you were younger?"
"I remember waking up on Popstar..." Kirby responded, still rather confused.
"Anything before age five?" the question made Kirby stop in his tracks. Kirby's mind raced for something, anything, that happend before he was five.
"I...I don't know...Metaknight...Why can't I remember anything?" pleaded the worried puffball.
Metaknight sighed, pulling up a chair in front of him. "Allow me to start from the begining..." and he began his tale...