**BEING REUPLOADED BECAUSE I AM A BIG DUMB**

I apologize for the inital confusion. The previously listed story was from another fanfic I previously worked on. I don't blame most of you being like "wtf."

Anyways, spoliers. Takes place after the final battle between Kirby and Void Termina. A few weeks later. Let me know what you think.


During the height of the battle between Kirby and Void Termina the Jambastion Mages Francisca, Flamburge and Zan Partizanne were ejected from the battlefield, along with their now deposed leader Hyness. Into the flung reaches of space, they tumbled, still unconscious after the forceful merger of the mages and their insane leader.

The battle was fierce. Kirby and his star allies fought against a foe of imposing darkness bent on the destruction of all. They were able to pull through that ordeal and Void Termina was destroyed. Its consciousness ceased to be…but it didn't mean the threat it posed disappeared as well. Soon, pieces of the massive behemoth came spiraling into all corners of the universe. Landing on each planet, the pieces were small but left unchecked would soon be tainted with the madness and evil of Void Termina. A planet of darkness.

Of course, Kirby and his allies were oblivious to this fact and they celebrated their victory back on Pop Star. Life as they knew it, would continue without hinderance. That would be the case until one bright, sunny day, Kirby was sleeping under a tree. From the sky, a rainbow butterfly gently floated down and landed on the pink fluff ball. In the conscious world, Kirby looked like he was in absolute bliss. However, no one would even know about the dream he was having.

"Where am I?" Kirby found himself bathed in light. Looking bellow, he stood upon a translucent platform. The sight of falling into a deep abyss was so frightening that it made the Pop Star hero jump and puff a couple of times in the air. But then, he realized it was a platform as soon as he saw a light outline of the shape. Gently coming back down, he looked around again. This time, he saw a beholden sight.


In the distance, he saw three pillars. Blue, Red and Yellow. Kirby squinted his eyes and he then could vaguely make out the shapes. The blue glistened as a frozen lake on a winter's morning. The red spewed a never-ending eruption of fire and brimstone. The yellow was a tempest of thunder and lighting that crackled the very heavens. Each of them was becoming bigger and bigger. The sky started to flicker and turn grey and the winds started to pick up.

It was a scary sight. Kirby shuttered by the raw power that he felt. He was helpless, forced to bear witness, not knowing that it was just a dream. As the elements raged, he then heard voices coming from the pillars. Feminine voice. Mournful. Sad. He tuned his mind to each of them, closing his eyes and relaxing his entire being. He wanted to know…what was being said.

"In spite of all, cold as ice. In spite of all, hard as stone. In spite of all, hear our plea. In spite of all, all alone! In spite of all, we reconcile, In spite of all, we pass the trial."

"Plea? Trial? What are you talking about?!" Kirby yelled towards the ice as it continued to circle closer and closer. He heard another voice, this time from the flame.

"In spite of all, we sing to you! Please hear our pleas and help us too! In spite of all, sadness rose! In spite of all, yearning grows! We call to you! We dream of you! In spite of all, this all is true!"

Kirby stood silent. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? These voices were calling out. To him? To someone? He didn't know. A mix of cold and warm frosted over his pink body as he turned his attention to the final pillar.

"In spite of all, cold as ice. In spite of all, hard as stone. In spite of all, it would seem…In spite of all, we're but a dream. Hear our plea, you must! You must!

Please…please return our hearts to us."

The pillars were now right next to him and they circled. They circled a torrent of ice, fire and storm. But moreso, Kirby felt something more. A mix of sadness, fear, anger, resent…despair."

Waking up, Kirby was startled and shook a little. The sun had hit his face as the shade of the green tree had moved with the day. Green grass and flowers greeted him, with the birds chirping and the animals moving through and fro. Breathing a sigh of relief, he shook himself awake. He looked at the clear, blue sky.

"I'm not done. Someone needs me."


If you were expecting sunshines and rainbows, followed by a slap-stick comedy, then I'm afraid this isn't the fic you're looking for. Once again, I'm sorry for the stupid mistake. Hope you enjoyed.