What are they doing. What's that. Am I already melting?.. Anything but melt… please don't, how will they live without me… - where all this light is from - this isn't Factory, where am I… what happened to Mack? Bring Bowyer back to me… - father – father betrayed us – are the Axems okay? Where's Exor?.. Where are they all?.. Who are y- what had I done?.. Had – I – done – all – this?..
If it hadn't been for a little mushroom boy and his friend, a wooden doll… that turned out to be a star spirit who just took this form… - who knows how long would he lay and rust, all broken, half buried in the sand.
All the Spear could remember was… the tower in the Factory – his little siblings scattered on the stairs, gasping in the thick smoke – the chains of Smithy's hatred that held him – Exor begging King Smithy to spare them – the King's cackles coming from behind the smoke – the… oblivion…
– and then, a star beam that pierced him blade to boots, burning every single particle of the black fury that poisoned him, waking him up. The bright light, the voices, the noise around, the flood of thoughts and memories crashed over the poor Spear like a tidal wave.
He fell onto the sand and let out a low groan, grabbing his head.
„… Everyone's got their pencils ready? Now write down: A pear grew on the branch", dictated an old mushroom lady to the class, pointing at the blackboard and walking along the aisle between the desk rows. – "Mini T., don't slouch down… Good job… Gaz, let me see what you wrote…"
She stopped near one of the kids – a boy wearing a white cap with purple stripes, – glanced at his open notebook and chuckled – the page read:
A spear grew on the branch.
"A spear?"- re-asked the teacher. – "This is what you get when you're looking behind the window instead of blackboard. Gaz, where did you see that?"
"Oops…" – The boy blushed, then erased the unneeded "s". – "Excuse me, Miss Bolette… I just was thinking of Yaridovich."
"And what a spear has to do with it?"
"He is a Spear! A big Spear Transformer. He's THIS big!" – Gaz stood up, stretching a hand up as high as he could. – "And he can split into two or even more, and turn into whatever he wants, and Geno said…"
"Okay, okay." – Miss Bolette laughed again, giving the boy a sign to sit down. – "I see. Sounds like it's in fact an interesting toy. But next time, be more attentive."
Gaz sighed and nodded, sitting back down, but in a few minutes his hand on its own started to scribble something on a piece of blotting paper. First just random doodles, then they turned into a small smiling star with a curly bangs, flying into the starry sky, and a large spear… or rather, a Spear, - sleeping peacefully in a box full of toys.
… "I'm here, Mackie…" whispered he in his sleep, stroking the Mario doll's cap. - "Here, Bowyer…" - he ruffled the thick red mane of the Bowser doll, like he used to do to his kid brother's hair.
All toys that were in the box were now scooped up under the Spear's cape; his lanky legs stuck outside, and a blue moonbeam lighted one of his feet that read "GAZ". Because, since a while ago, he himself was one of them. A toy Spear with three harmless blades in peace time, and a strong steel defender whenever something threatened his loved ones.
This was the wish to the Stars that little mushroom boy made – and since the Star Road was back again, the wish came true.
Only the wooden Geno remained where he'd always been – in his honorable place on Gaz's pillow. Soon the star spirit who brought him to life will return – as soon as he'll find the rest of Yaridovich's siblings.
He promised to.