Prolouge

Well, I suppose every story must have a beginning to it.

It wouldn't be complete without it. I know I should start with the beginning, but I feel as though the present would be the best place to start. I don't know where else to begin. The beginning is for another time.

Lets just say...I'm in a tough situation. Not like the kind you'd imagine though. Anyways, I should explain this, shouldn't I?

Here I am, standing, all alone. Confused and scared.

How did this happen?

More importantly, why?

I could see my reflection all around me. But it wasn't me. It was a monster I saw.

I guess that mean's I am a monster.

Piercing yellow eyes, and a manipulating crown placed upon my head, shone through my true features. And a red eye was where my mouth should be. What is happening?

The pink puffball glared at me, as if I was an enemy, along with his three companions. The darkness shrouded around me, as I felt myself being torn to pieces. This isn't right. I looked menacing and evil. And I knew it was the crown. I cried on the inside; bawling my eyes out. But my outer-side didn't show the least of it.

I felt the crown shattering on my own head, sucking me with it as it cracked and groaned, breaking to pieces. It was dying. I, on the other hand, refused to go with it, so it broke above my head. My outer-core disappeared. I was left at my weakest, most vulnerable state. All of my strength went with the crown, so I could do nothing.

Then, a light.

A light appeared above my head.

Sucking me into it, as I took one last glance at the glaring faces that looked up at me. Words couldn't describe the guiltiness I felt inside.

I saw visions of my home.

Home sweet home. What horrible memories that started this mess.

There was my ship, I called the Lor Starcutter, burning to pieces right in front of my eyes. They filled with watery tears. It was like I was being transported through a tunnel of memories. My heart felt heavier second after second.

Then there was the familiar round fellow who went by the name of Kirby. He tried to help me, but I wasn't strong enough to resist the force of the crown. I saw him and us laughing. How fake my laugh was... Everyone seemed to be happy, but in the dark part of my mind, the crown had other ideas.

It wanted to become more powerful. It craved power, and used me.

So all I ask you, I beg you, to please, understand what I am trying to say. I'm not lying! I'm desperate because no one else will listen to me. That I can admit.

I was horrified by how many fake images of myself I saw. Did this have a purpose? Was this just to make me guiltier, and realize how much of a bad person I am? I bet they'll never forgive me.

And this is why I chose you. You who are reading this right now. You are the only one that will listen, if you are still reading and understanding. I have come to tell my true, horrifying story to you. They will only listen to you, not me.

That is why I wish you to tell the true story to them, Kirby, Meta Knight, and everyone else who wishes me gone. I'm not trying to be selfish..

I just can't stand a life of grief...

Knowing everyone hates me...

You can make a difference though... Spread the word...

As I tell my story to you, of how Magolor started.

The light blinding room grew dimmer, and the memories faded, until I was floating in a pitch black room. I could barely even see myself. How long I was there, I didn't know. I couldn't find my sense of time or sanity. It was silent. I couldn't even hear myself breathing.

Then the thought struck me... Was I alive?

"Hello..?" I felt my lips move, but no sound came out. I tried again, and again. But I always failed to make a single noise. Not even a clap, a snap, or a sneeze (yes I did sneeze...)! I was beginning to get scared that I would be stuck like this forever.

Cold-ness overcame me, and I circled around myself, to see if anyone was there. I saw no one. My eyes weren't getting used to the pitch-blackness, like they usually would.

In a split second, a red eye opened, and I awoke from the dream-like world I was in.