Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Kirby games, or any characters. I am merely a fan who likes to write stories and such stuff. Also, this is my first fanfic, I usually write novels about regular kids, not video games and such. Well enjoy, and please review if you think it's work the time. I will take constructive criticism. But please not flaming.
The Origin of MetaKnight
By: Omo-Chao
It was a normal day in Dreamland, the sun was shining and everything was fine. A certain pink hero was fishing in a nearby stream, hoping to catch and eat a fish. These peaceful times had softened the young warrior, and he to be honest he was a bit out of shape. He yawned and looked up to the sky. He blinked a few times seeing something odd, but it hadn't registered with him. He just shrugged it off and continued fishing. Little did he know a plan for revenge was brewing and it was being thought up by a certain masked antagonist...
In the shadows he stood. The most infamous of Kirby's villains; MetaKnight. The masked Dreamlander was standing in front of a mirror, the lights in the room were dimmed. He closed his eyes once, a strange voice being projected around him. Images of his life flashed before him just in little bits and pieces. He shuddered.
"Make this stop!" he shouted to no one in particular. It seemed these flashbacks had been happening often, and the anti-hero was beginning to hate it. The reason he despised it so was it brought back memories. Of his past and how he came to be. He pinched his eyes shut, trying to keep the thoughts at bay, but to no prevail. Soon blacked out, and the lingering memories filled his dreams.
He was different. There was no doubt whatsoever about that. The instant he was born they all made comments. A purple Dreamlander? It seemed that he would grow up, much differently. None-the-less all the citizens of Pop-Star treated the young one just the same as everyone else. But one night, two outlaws sneaked in the house of their soon to be leader. The Dark Lord had commanded that these two take the Dreamlander who would grow up and vanquish all evil in the world. Of course, his minions did not know which baby Dreamlander to take, so naturally they took MetaKnight, just because he was different than his brother, the declared savior of Pop-Star--Kirby.
Soon he grew into a fine warrior, cruel and ruthless and with no morals, except to exterminate the weak. His one goal in his life was to kill Kirby, whatever the cost. With each passing day he grew stronger, rising through the ranks of the Meta-Team. Taking on the name MetaKnight, he soon worked his way up to prince of the Dark Lord. Then the glorified day came when he would finally take on his Lord, to see if he could become the leader and overlord of the Meta-Team.
As the battle ensued he fought for his life. This was not as easy as he thought. Clang! Clink, clink! Clang! It was the fight to the bitter end. MetaKnight tried and soon struck the final blow, that stopped the Dark Lord's reign. Before he breathed his last. He made a futile attempt to take MetaKnight down with him. Instead of doing what he wished, he just left a large cut that would forever mark his triumphant reign of terror...He covered up this scar with a mask, and a matching cape. This formed the MetaKnight that was now know world-wide.
Then he met his enemy, the one he had been waiting for his whole life. He did not know that the one he intended to destroy was his own brother. All he knew was that this figure could be his downfall. Now, MetaKnight was a great Lord but nothing could prepare him for this battle. It would mark the end of his leadership, and quite possibly his life. With the tactics he had planned he tried everything he could. As Kirby striked him with his sword, the masked cracked in two, showing the warrior's true form. Later on in the battle, Kirby escaped off the mighty ship The Halbird and watched it, and MetaKnight sink to the ocean floor, or so he thought.
MetaKnight woke up in a daze, getting to his feet. He boiled with anger towards his foe. He must get revenge or else he will never be able to regain his title...His title as the Dark Lord. "Well Kirby...We shall meet again, and I, MetaKnight will finish the job I had started. As well as your life." A horrid laugh filled the room.
Afterthoughts: So how'd everyone like it? The Origin of MetaKnight will be an on-going series, until I get to the end of this story. Look for Chapter Two soon. So as I said before review if you think it's worth the time. Thanks in advance (if anyone actually does read this).
The Origin of MetaKnight
By: Omo-Chao
It was a normal day in Dreamland, the sun was shining and everything was fine. A certain pink hero was fishing in a nearby stream, hoping to catch and eat a fish. These peaceful times had softened the young warrior, and he to be honest he was a bit out of shape. He yawned and looked up to the sky. He blinked a few times seeing something odd, but it hadn't registered with him. He just shrugged it off and continued fishing. Little did he know a plan for revenge was brewing and it was being thought up by a certain masked antagonist...
In the shadows he stood. The most infamous of Kirby's villains; MetaKnight. The masked Dreamlander was standing in front of a mirror, the lights in the room were dimmed. He closed his eyes once, a strange voice being projected around him. Images of his life flashed before him just in little bits and pieces. He shuddered.
"Make this stop!" he shouted to no one in particular. It seemed these flashbacks had been happening often, and the anti-hero was beginning to hate it. The reason he despised it so was it brought back memories. Of his past and how he came to be. He pinched his eyes shut, trying to keep the thoughts at bay, but to no prevail. Soon blacked out, and the lingering memories filled his dreams.
He was different. There was no doubt whatsoever about that. The instant he was born they all made comments. A purple Dreamlander? It seemed that he would grow up, much differently. None-the-less all the citizens of Pop-Star treated the young one just the same as everyone else. But one night, two outlaws sneaked in the house of their soon to be leader. The Dark Lord had commanded that these two take the Dreamlander who would grow up and vanquish all evil in the world. Of course, his minions did not know which baby Dreamlander to take, so naturally they took MetaKnight, just because he was different than his brother, the declared savior of Pop-Star--Kirby.
Soon he grew into a fine warrior, cruel and ruthless and with no morals, except to exterminate the weak. His one goal in his life was to kill Kirby, whatever the cost. With each passing day he grew stronger, rising through the ranks of the Meta-Team. Taking on the name MetaKnight, he soon worked his way up to prince of the Dark Lord. Then the glorified day came when he would finally take on his Lord, to see if he could become the leader and overlord of the Meta-Team.
As the battle ensued he fought for his life. This was not as easy as he thought. Clang! Clink, clink! Clang! It was the fight to the bitter end. MetaKnight tried and soon struck the final blow, that stopped the Dark Lord's reign. Before he breathed his last. He made a futile attempt to take MetaKnight down with him. Instead of doing what he wished, he just left a large cut that would forever mark his triumphant reign of terror...He covered up this scar with a mask, and a matching cape. This formed the MetaKnight that was now know world-wide.
Then he met his enemy, the one he had been waiting for his whole life. He did not know that the one he intended to destroy was his own brother. All he knew was that this figure could be his downfall. Now, MetaKnight was a great Lord but nothing could prepare him for this battle. It would mark the end of his leadership, and quite possibly his life. With the tactics he had planned he tried everything he could. As Kirby striked him with his sword, the masked cracked in two, showing the warrior's true form. Later on in the battle, Kirby escaped off the mighty ship The Halbird and watched it, and MetaKnight sink to the ocean floor, or so he thought.
MetaKnight woke up in a daze, getting to his feet. He boiled with anger towards his foe. He must get revenge or else he will never be able to regain his title...His title as the Dark Lord. "Well Kirby...We shall meet again, and I, MetaKnight will finish the job I had started. As well as your life." A horrid laugh filled the room.
Afterthoughts: So how'd everyone like it? The Origin of MetaKnight will be an on-going series, until I get to the end of this story. Look for Chapter Two soon. So as I said before review if you think it's worth the time. Thanks in advance (if anyone actually does read this).