Screaming. Death. Destruction. Pain. Darkness…
"Finally! He's stopped," said a voice.
"And that horrid demon has fled," said another.
"We don't know that for sure!" A third voice. "He could still be festering with darkness. I say we lock him away."
"Don't be a fool," the first voice. "This happened before and we dealt with it just fine."
"So you suggest the exact plan of action?" A fourth voice.
"I think it would work fine," the second voice. "Nothing bad happened from the first one."
"But the first one was different," the third voice. "He was strong and courageous. What sort of god would take such a good-for-nothing, blithering, idiotic…"
"Do you ever shut up," a fifth voice. "The boy might just do a bit of good down there. I think we should do it just like the last time. Now stop your bickering. It's troubling enough that there are only five of us left. One more hit like this and the Nightmares may just win."
"To the Council then?" The fourth voice.
"Yes," the first voice. "Just like before."
I slowly open my eyes. I try to remember where I am…who I am. I know nothing. I feel like I'm floating, but I see only blue swirls. There is a beacon of yellow light above me and whiteness below. I turn my body and suddenly I am shocked. Floating next to me is a huge stone tiki head.
"I am Dekabu," it said, "a god of the highest order. I see the past, the present and the future. And you, young one…"
"Me?" I am stunned. I don't even know who I am…
"You're destiny is to be a hero. You shall be valiant. You shall be pure. You shall be…Kirby."