OFF: This is my latest fanfic, based on the game serie Banjo-Kazooie. This story is a fan-made version of what Banjo-Threeie could be. Due to the announcement of the actual Banjo-Threeie game and to the fact that this fic will contain many plot twists that have absolutely no chance of ever appearing in a canon game, this game can be considered an alternate universe... although it does take into account the events of the first three games in the serie (Banjo-Kazooie, Banjo-Tooie, and Banjo-Kazooie: Grunty's Revenge).
I hope you will enjoy reading this fic!
NOTE: Rated PG-13 due to mild violence and language.
Phoenix Tears
Prologue - Ominous
The wind softly blew through the room, nothing disturbing the sounds of the currents. Silenced, the once nightmarish machines slept, never to awaken ever again. The once horrific cannon, the Big-O-Blaster or BOB, stood by the window, inactive. The life force tank, likewise, contained nothing, not even basic electricity needed for it to function. Everything was it was a long year ago, with absolutely no change. Peaceful, with no hint of any trouble.
Truly, everything was silent at Cauldron Keep, the shadows of the terror of the Winkybunion witches finally gone.
Then, suddenly, a sound echoed through the empty, metallic room of the old yet high-technological castle. A footstep, more exactly.
Heavy footsteps echoed at a slow, heavy pace as a crown-wearing creature dared venture into the forsaken tower. The first being to do so in a full year...
An ominous shadow slowly engulfed the room as the footsteps approached the destination, a glowing red light scanning the area. Then, finally, the massive, triangular shadow, like a grotesque caped figure, stood by the two targets.
The sinister shadow grinned evilly, white, well-cleaned, sparkling teeth shaped like fangs and as sharp as fangs becoming visible as the figure looked at the two one ton weights that had flattened the demented sisters, Mingella and Blobbelda. Its long silver hair blowing in the breeze, the sinister shape adjusted its monocle with its massive right hand and then, scanned the two heavy blocks with her visible, glowing red eye.
Then, after a few minutes of contemplating the two objects, the creature brought its arms down. As titanic as a giant, its arms like black sleeves-covered musculated tentacles, the shadow grabbed into both weights with its green, clawed hands and then, without even breaking a sweat, lifted both weights as if they were bags of feathers. Then, swinging its arms with all of its might, the sinister figure thrown both weights through the window and into the horizon, the weights disappearing into the sky beyond.
Back where the weights once were, two green and black pancakes. The shadow's hands glowing in magical energy, it grabbed into the place where the flattened Winkybunion sisters' hats used to be and then, flung both arms upward, instantly causing the two witches to take back their shapes... and also infusing the two dead bodies with unholy magic, forcing life back into the two decaying figures.
With a mighty gasp, the two monstrous sisters breathed. The first breath of fresh air ever since the day of their fall at the hands of their family's arch-enemies.
On the left of the figure, an incredibly tall and ridiculously thin green-skinned woman stood. Covered in a black robe and wearing a pointy hat of the same color, the witch checked her spell book. Fortunately, the book was in good shape, which was a bit amazing considering. Mingella smirked, her red eyes filled with both wicked intent toward the ones who doomed her and gratitude toward the shadow who saved her.
To the right of the shadow, covered with warts and amazingly obese, Blobbelda looked anxiously at her horrific, monstrous cat. The tiger-faced feline glared back at its master, confirming that it was alive. Relieved to see that her cat was well too, the fat witch adjusted her black robe, which was too small for her, and passed her hand through her dirty orange hair, making sure she didn't look too bad. Then, with that done, she smirked as well, turning to the shadow.
Crossing its arms in satisfaction, the shadow had a demented grin, her sole visible eye glowing with maleovence, her many robes formed a grim trenchcoat, like a cape, covering her frame and making her look like a triangular, elongated shadow.
"Grateful, Gruntilda's sisters are." Mingella's high-pitched voice finally broke the silence, once again echoing through the castle after been silenced for a full year.
"Not know how to repay we do... but happy we are, nevertheless." the low-pitched of Blobbelda echoed once again through the castle as well.
"Do not worry, sisters. It was my responsability after all, as the eldest of the Winkybunion sisters!" replied the shadow with its deep, creepy voice. So deep and scary, like a voice coming from the depths of the shadows... yet, betraying somewhat the feminine nature of the voice's holder.
The three just stood there, watching each others. How many years had it been since the sisters had been together? Such a long time... and now, a feeling of happiness filled the three of them. All of them wondered why they had never visited each others in all those long years, only waiting until such grim circumstances. In a way, it was ironic. They were reunited due to unfortunate events and yet, the three had a heart for celebration. The fact that the two freshly revived witches' bodies still lacked a life force of their own and were covered with patches of rotten flesh did not bother them. What was important was that they were together...
"So... what brings you here, Overlordilda?" then, after a long moment of enjoying just the presence of each others, the fat witch spoke.
For a moment, there was no reply at all. Overlordilda's expression remained the same, her wicked smile taunting all those in her presence, her glowing red eye unreadable, her other eye hidden under her silver monocle.
The witches were not bothered nor troubled by the lack of reply. Patient they were and they trusted their sister despite the time that they had spent away from each others. The bond of blood that united the sisters was of one which few brothers and sisters had, a bond that resisted through time and space, an unbreakable bond of trust.
Then, after a long moment, Overlordilda finally gave the two the answer.
"I have observed the antics of my sisters for the past years, watching yet never intervening. Such was our wish to us all when we all departed. But... when defeat befell all three of my sisters and that all hope seemed lost, I begun to ponder. Now, after a year of pondering, I have come to a conclusion. I, the eldest, most powerful of the sisters and true ruler of Isle-o-hags, has come to aid you all... and achieve victory over our family's foes, which have challenged the Winkybunion family for too long. The Winkybunion family has reigned over this island for ages. The honor of our family dictate that no one shall openly oppose our regime and thus, the impertinence of the bear and his allies shall not be tolerated." said the sinister elder sister, in a strangely calm, neutral tone.
Then, adjusting her crown and taking on a more formal pose, the oversized witch announced her judgement.
"I, Overlordilda, ruler of Isle-o-hags, declare that Banjo, Kazooie, and all of their friends are enemies of the crown! As a punishment for opposing the Winkybunion regime, they shall have their life force sucked out of them and used to revive the three younger Winkybunion family members, whom they attacked savagely. Through our superior technology and our overwhelming magic, the Winkybunion line shall triumph over the traitors who threaten our hold over our homeland!"
Slowly, the faint smiles of the two younger witches widened as their eyes widened and begun to sparkle with admiration and happiness. The two couldn't help themselves as Mingella begun to clap while Blobbelda repeatedly flung her free arm upward to show her support. Overlordilda's smile widened ever so slightly, her expression remaining as unreadable and creepy as ever.
"LONG LIVE THE WINKYBUNION REGIME!" yelled the fatter sister.
"Hail Overlordilda, glorious queen of Isle-o-hags!" added Mingella, nodding in agreement.
Satisfied with her sisters' reaction, the massive witch queen approached the monstruously oversized cannon and...
CLAAAAAANG!
... effortlessly teared it off the metallic floor although it had been previously screwed tighly to said floor. Holding BOB with her right hand, she grabbed into the life force container with her left hand as if it was a common glass of water. Still smirking, she turned to her sisters.
"Now, to Castle Curseright! We must prepare to recover the youngest sister's remains and reanimate her! Furthermore... I know that you cannot wait to know what I have planned for all of us... and for our family's enemies."
"Yes! Yes! Promising this sounds!" said Mingella. Truly, things were looking up!
"Indeed! Move we must! Plan we want to know!" added Blobbelda. Now, all of the sisters would be together at long last. With their powers united, the stupid bear and his flea-bitten friends shall be no match. Their victory is but imminent!
Her cape's outter layer rose in the air, transforming into a pair of massive bat-like wings as the eldest sister, still grasping the two oversized and heavy objects as if they were nothing, prepared to leave through the window.
"Hop on. We are leaving!" called Overlordilda.
Nodding quickly in aknowledgement, the two younger sisters sprinted as fast as their legs could allow them to and jumped on top of their sister's shoulders, where they sat.
With her sisters on her shoulders, the demented Overlordilda left the old castle carrying BOB and the life force container with her, heading back to her castle.
... this sounds like trouble. This cannot be good... indeed, it cannot be...
TO BE CONTINUED
