01 -Life
Kirby /Set after Kirby's Return to Dreamland/
Space, the galactic region that is so unfamilare to the citizens of Dreamland that whenever something - or someone- fell from the sky they would assume they were hostile. Now this was true on more than one occasion but then along came a pink marshmallow a d this puffball's name was Kirby. A simple name yes, but no simple guy.
Now, Kirby has saved the citizens of Dreamland from many creatures, but the ones that were most challenging were the ones from space. The cold depths that our hero came from. Knowing the stars like the back of his appetite, Kirby knew and understood what it was like out in the endless, uncharted territory, even if most of his time was spent sleeping.
The monsters and friends he has encountered have varied quite a bit. There was a jester who's insanity was as deep and black as a chasm and an alien who's intentions were evil but his heart true (although that did come quite later).
This Star Warrior was always willing to help, even his enemies if he could. But there was one whom he couldn't save for she did not listen.
A composer of sorrow with a small Ringle by her side; keeping her company as she travels the galaxy in search of an audience that will accept her music. That was her life. Her entire history was searching, not killing, not terrorizing, not scheming. Just looking.
Upon her arrival at Dreamland, she questioned if they would accept her works of art but when she looked down upon their smiling faces and happy lives, she knew this was the audience. But when she surfaced, everyone ran; believing she would hurt them like all the other space monsters had tried.
Anger spread through her body like a wildfire. Enraged by their choices she brought out her music but made it evil, charmed with all the bad things in the world. She composed her music, giving everyone a bad feeling in their guts and eventually their hearts.
That was her life, her life of music and her life of composing. It was horrid, yes. But we learn something from the bad things and she learned not to judge and audience by their tastes.