Author's Note: Okay, this is based on a bizarre idea that I had, so I apologize if it is bad. I had decided to write Polari as another character. I am not going to mention who he is supposed to be by name because A he is not a Mario character and I don't want to put this in the crossover section and B I want to see if you guys can guess who he is.

Chapter 1 A Kingdom's Fall

Once upon a time, there was a rich young king. He had many beautiful things. His kingdom was beautiful. His wife was beautiful. His children...eh, they were beautiful to him.

This young king didn't have a care in the world, because everything he could possibly want was provided to him by his servants. Because of this, he had a reputation for being demanding. His was also naive, spoiled, and had expectations that were a tad unreasonable. Despite his very apparent and present faults, he was still loved by his family. His wife, a gorgeous young woman who was one year his senior, did her best to help him be compassionate. His children were his pride and joy. He had never loved anyone the way he loved them.

The kingdom was in a relatively stable position during his rule, even though there had been many attempts to overthrow the king. He had been frightened the first time it happened, but after awhile he had gotten used to it. In fact, he had stopped taking it seriously.

This was a shame, because if he had taken his attempts at being dethroned seriously, he wouldn't have lost his kingdom.

It all started on a relatively bright and sunny day. People were bustling in the palace, and the king was having a conversation with his daughter.

"I'm telling you honey," he said, "I can't help you."

"Please Daddy?" she said. "If I don't learn about chords and diameter and all that, I'll fail my test and my grade will suffer."

"Chords? Diameter?" the king asked. "Okay, it's like you're speaking an alien language to me right now. Don't you know that I failed Physics?"

"This is an assignment for my Geometry class, Daddy," his daughter responded.

"Geometry? That's even worse!" the king retorted. "I failed that even harder!"

"Well then what am I supposed to do?" the girl asked distraughtly. "I can't fail this test!"

The king thought about it and smiled.

"Why don't you go to your mother about it? She is a smartie."

His daughter looked at him and giggled.

"A smartie? I thought you keep saying that she is a hottie."

"Oh believe me, she is that too," the king responded. "But she is also really smart as well. She is one of those people who has a freakout over an A minus on her report card."

The daughter considered this and nodded her head.

"Okay," she said. "I'll go to Mommy."

The king smiled. He wanted his daughter to do the best that she possibly could; he just knew that he wasn't the right person to go to with academic issues. Just as the young princess was about to leave the room, a guard walked in.

"Your highness," he said, "I'm afraid that you are in danger."

The king stared at the guard for a moment or two. Then he burst out laughing.

"Really?" he asked. "Again?"

"Your majesty, you don't understand, this isn't like the last time…"

"Oh please," said the king with a smirk. "That's what they always say. Now, I could be wrong but...I'm pretty sure I haven't died yet!" He turned to his daughter. "Do I look alive to you, sweetheart?"

"As alive as a tree," she said. "You even have a wooden head to match."

The king glared at the young girl.

"Go to your room," he said sternly.

With her head down, the princess marched off to her room. Once she was gone, the guard turned back to the king.

"Look, your Highness," he said, "I know that the attempts by your adviser to take over the throne have been nothing short of jokes. But I don't think she is behind this attempt this time around…"

"How could she be?" the king asked. "I've finally developed enough common sense to give her the death sentence."

"Exactly," responded the guard. "On top of that, there appear to be a lot more people involved. They don't appear to be from these lands; they carry weapons, wear clothes, and have skin tones that would suggest that they are foreigners."

The king sighed and shook his head.

"You know what?" he asked. "You are probably making a problem where there isn't one. I mean, you see foreigners in the land, and the first thing that you assume is that they want to take over? I don't know about you, but that seems just a teeny bit prejudice."

"But your majesty…"

"No. I'm not worried, and frankly I don't believe anyone else should be either. I mean, as long as these people aren't equipped with magic that can turn me or any of my family into animals, then I am happy. Joyful, as a matter of fact."

The guard opened his mouth to say something, but the king held up his hand. That was it; the discussion was closed. The king walked away, eager to occupy his mind with an issue that didn't involve this.

...

BANG!

The king and queen woke from the bed with a start. They had never heard something this loud before. They had no idea what it was.

"What on Earth was that?" asked the king.

"I don't know," said the queen. She sniffed the air, and suddenly her eyes grew wide. "Is it just me or do I smell smoke?!"

The king looked out the window and gasped. The city that surrounded his palace was being burned to the ground. People could be seen fleeing the buildings in the firelight, some with unconcious relatives on their shoulders.

"What is going on?" asked the queen.

The king's heart sank.

"I think this might be the danger that the guard was telling me about," he said sadly.

The queen got up from her bed.

"We need to get the children!" she said.

The king nodded. With that, the two of them rushed out of the room. The queen headed to the princesses' room, while the king headed to the prince's room. He was just about there when he screeched to a halt in the hall. There was a man standing there. His skin was paler than what the king was used to seeing, and he had a shiny metal hat on his head. He carried two weapons in his hand; a spear, and another that the king had never seen before.

The king whimpered and ducked behind down the hallway. He could hear the man talking to himself in a language that he was unfamiliar with. Beads of sweat began to roll down the king's forehead. He looked at the window to his right, and knew that it was his only chance of escape. He hoisted himself out the window and started climbing down the wall using the niches that the bricks created. Once he was all the way to the bottom, he broke out into a run.

The king knew exactly where he was going: the jungle. He hated that place like it was gunk on the bottom of his shoe, but he figured it was the safest place. Besides, he was slightly familiar with the jungle from past experiences. The king didn't stop running until he was sure that he was safely concealed by the trees. He let started panting.

"Oh man," he said. "Oh, sweet mama, I hope I never have to run like that again."

The king decided that he had better find a place to sleep for the night. He searched around the jungle for a relatively clean patch of ground. That was when he heard footsteps. He turned around, frightened.

"Hello?" he said.

Suddenly, out of the trees stepped a lovely young woman. She had silky, platinum blonde hair which covered her right eye. She wore a silver crown with teal and magenta jewels, and she adorned a dress that was a pleasing shade of aqua. The king marveled at her beauty.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The woman smiled.

"My name is Rosalina," she said. "I'm here to help you."