It was once said that three young heroes would embark on a journey that could change the lives of their friends and the lives of themselves. Colors of icy white, aquamarine blue and striking black would diverge ever since millions of years ago, away to their respective realms: Ocean Zero, Magma Turf, and Chilly Village. When will my young seeds learn that what lies ahead of them takes no matter of mockery? They will grow, they will flow, and they will rule what was once theirs… once again.
Yoshi's Island was well known for its tiny village that consisted of mini, multicolored dinosaurs called yoshis. They were peaceful creatures and would devour anything they most desired (legend says they have stomachs twice as large as an elephant's). Their mayor was Green Yoshi, who was the perfect portrait of what a dignified ruler should be like.
White Yoshi didn't like the social life. He stayed shut in his hut for most of the day—almost every day. He would read his favorite book called The Wondrous Shy Guy, who was about a Shy Guy who was invincible to any Yoshi of all kinds.
Knock, knock, knock! Several knocks were heard on his wooden door.
"Come in," the voice of White Yoshi (also named Snowie Jr) was of soft elegance and quiet nature.
The door opened slowly, a round, orange nose nosing its way in curiously. Snowie Jr looked and smiled. Orange Yoshi fully stepped into the house and left the door opened behind him, a shaft of light lighting the small single-roomed hut dimly. Dust motes did their little dance above the dusty pages of Snowie Jr's book.
"Your friends want to see you." Orange Yoshi announced.
Snowie Jr looked of at him in a terrible silence that was deafening. The dream, he thought. They've walked into mine and they want to talk about it. He closed his book and slid out of his chair gracefully. "You mean now?" Snowie Jr murmured.
Orange Yoshi's eyes shined under the dimness of the hut. He nodded.
Behind the gates of Yoshi Village Entrance lay a well-bloomed garden with tall, bright flowers about knee-height. Their magnificent scent of blossoms and flourished foliage crammed the Silent Garden like a mist of perfume from behind a blowing electric fan. A small clearing of trimmed grass lay bordered by ferns and trimmed thorn bushes. In the center, Black Yoshi and Blue Yoshi stood close to each other, pelt-to-pelt, and their eyes the show of apprehension.
As Snowie Jr closed the gates behind him softly, he trotted towards his two closest friends. A pang of worry flickered through their eyes and he knew that they were certainly going to tell him about the dream.
"Hello, Snowie Jr," Black Yoshi (also named Jazz) greeted quietly, trying his best to cover his nervousness.
Snowie Jr nodded in return and he nodded again when Blue Yoshi (named Skipper) greeted, "Hallo there, friend!" His voice shared the same, buried tension as Jazz.
Jazz crossed his arms, as he was a tough guy; sharing his discomfort plainly like the blue sky over them could only mean making him a weaker Yoshi. "I invited us here to discuss this accusation we had in a sleeps last night." Jazz announced.
Snowie Jr swallowed hard, but noiselessly. He knew this would happen. The dream was the last thing he had wanted to converse about. Its dark flows of peril and fate flashed through his sky-blue eyes like lightning flashes on a stormy night, with no hope of storm break anywhere.