The silent darkness carried enough power to strike fear into the hearts of the most powerful end boss, for though it was silent, it was not still. A quiet whorl disturbed the black, and deposited a figure on the cold, obsidian floor. The figure landed on its lightly curled toes, and settled back on its feet. He, for it was a he, shook his black-gloved hands, knocking a grayish residue off them. Then he dusted off his purple-and-yellow striped jacket, and more grayish dust fell from his clothing. His half-black, half-pale purple face was creased in a permanent smirk.
He looked around, his yellow-purple jester's hat bobbing to and fro. Whatever he saw seemed to please him, for his smirk deepened, if that were possible. He walked over to an ebony table, also made of obsidian. On the table sat what looked like a chess set. This chess set, however, was different from traditional chess sets. In place of the white queen was a figurine of Princess Peach. The black king was in the shape of Bowser, King of the Koopas. There was no black queen; she had been taken from the board a long time ago. Mario took the place of the white king. The other pieces- the bishops, rooks, knights, and pawns- were in the shapes of other beings.
The figure picked up one of the black knights and examined it. It must be noted, for the reader's sake, that this particular knight was modeled after Kamek. The figure's smile broadened, and he placed the Kamek-shaped knight forward a space.
"So I arrive, like a pre-ordered book on its release day. And with my arrival comes a reign of fear that not even the so-called 'Heroes' will be able to prevent."
A/N: So arrives a new story from me! Not like I don't have enough already. I just have extreme writer's block. Hope this is the start of an epic tale...