In the deep reaches of space, in another dimension, lies an isolated planet named Halcandra. It is a small planet covered in orange and red rocky, mountainous terrain, mostly a barren wasteland where only the hardiest of life grew. The few inhabitants that lived here, the halcandrans, were a small and diverse people that lived in the outer regions of their planet were they built many impressive monuments and factories; their greatest industrial feat was the Egg Engines. Very few strayed towards the inner region of the planet were the land turned volcanic due to the near constant eruptions from a large volcano in the centre. The only people who did were the Ancients, a wise race, skilled in the crafting of powerful magical items and said to migrate from planet to planet, and the bravest of adventurers who seek their treasure.
In the busy town of Hallen, three figures in particular were moving side by side lazily, two were floating and the third was bouncing forward on a ball. Farthest on the right floated a creature with an ovalish body without feet that ended with a tip, and wrapped in a type of green button up shirt with red curves, a green cape with yellow accents and swirls and a red scarf. It had a circular head with white hair that curved and pointed upwards giving it a rain drop like appearance with a pair of red and orange curved horns jutting out of both sides of its head. It also had what appeared to be six orange eyes peeping out from its, hair two in the front and four in the back. It actual face was a warm chocolate brown colour with blank white eyes and a mouth stretch into a mischievous grin with orange fangs and around its body floated six disembodied, white, gloved hands with orange accents, its overall appearance resembling that of a spider. 'So what do you think we'll find in the library today?' the first figure asked its companions.
'I'm going to look for a new adventure book, one with a brave hero', the one travelling in the middle replied.
The one that answered had a similar appearance to the first, having a similar body style and he too wore a suit, cape, and scarf along with brown skin and detached hands. However he also wore a type of two pointed hat with a royal blue colour and a yellow cog design that matched his similarly styled suit. He only had a single pair of hands and his cape and scarf were mostly white though his cape had a yellow trim at the bottom and his scarf had a type of blue buckle on it. As for his face, his skin was a lighter shade of brown with a pair of golden yellow eyes he also had a toothless mouth that when he smiled or talked revealed that the inside of his mouth appeared to be an endless pure white. 'What kind of book are you looking for Taranza?' the blue figure asked the first.
'I'm not quite sure though probably one with a beautiful princess', the first figure now named Taranza said dreamily.
'Why would you waste your time looking for books like that?' the third figure which had remained quite up until this point asked rudely breaking Taranza from his daydream.
This third figure looked very different from his two companions; his body was a simple pink circle with big black eyes, a mouth and two white blushes for his face. Unlike the other two he didn't have hands but he did have feet so he didn't float like his companions instead he was balancing on a multi-coloured ball. The only form of clothes he wore was a blue and red jester's hat, a red bow tie, and a pair of brown shoes.
'What's wrong with our books Marx?' the blue clad figure asked.
'Don't realize it Magolor?' Marx asked, smugly he replied, 'We are finally old enough to be considered adults which means we don't just have to read from the story book sections anymore now we can go into the Ancient's section'.
Their conversation ended when they finally reached their destination the Hallen Library. It was a rather un-remarkable building which fit well with its un-creative name; it was a simple one storey building with a warm brown and red colour scheme. Not many people bothered to come here usually busier with work, family, or just having better ways to entertain themselves such as going to the carnival but for these three it was often the best way to spend their days between work without exhausting their limited spending money.
They moved through the empty halls past the different book sections until they reached the back of the building were they kept the important books. They patiently awaited the day they would be old enough to come back here and it did not disappoint the shelves were lined with tomes, archives, and spell books detailing true myths and legends of distant planets, exotic creatures, ancient civilizations, the darkest of evils and the bravest of heroes.
One Year Later
Many things have changed since that time; Magolor and Taranza have both become novice wizards using the spells they found in the books. Magolor could shoot purple fire balls and summon proxy waddle dees and brunto burst to fight for him while Taranza could fire balls of pure energy that while more powerful than Magolor's were also slower but to make up for that he could create a spider web like net he could use to trap his opponent. Magic was not the only thing they learned however Magolor read the tales of many heroes and he strived to become one, Taranza on the other hand was infatuated with beauty and was searching for a wife. Marx did not have the same attachment to the magical arts as his two friends, he rather spend his time playing pranks on the locals just, but there was something he too strived for. He read of a planet called Popstar, said to be the most beautiful and sought after planet in the galaxy, he wished to go there and to meet the hero of Popstar and the universe Kirby, who was also Magolor's idol.
Little did they know they would soon make a discovery that would decide their destiny