The Court Magician
Rated T for descriptions of blood, angst, and occasional mild language.
I do not own Kirby, Meta Knight, or any other characters having to do with Kirby.
So yeah. I was bored. So why not write a story?
I might have gone overboard with paragraphs upon paragraphs of obnoxious descriptions, Charles Dickens-style...sorry about that. XD
Oh well.
Prologue
Perhaps it was all coincidence. Or Fate. Or Destiny, pure misfortune or pure luck. Either way, Popstar received a lot of visitors in ships that often crash-landed. It wasn't a large planet by any means nor did it even look unusually pretty from space. Yet the small planet, current home of two Star Warriors, seemed to constantly be a target of stragglers.
That night was no different. It was just after late midnight, the inky sky silent and brooding. The moon was hidden by a few sullen clouds and only the brightest stars managed to twinkle through the thin but stubborn mist. The small town was just as silent and still. Street lights flickered sleepily along neatly paved streets. All inhabitants of the village, including its tyrannous king, were sound asleep. Except for one.
A small figure stood on the highest rampart of a castle tower, overlooking the entire town and the wilderness beyond it. A light summer wind ruffled an indigo cape gently. A pair of luminous golden eyes—wide with wisdom and vigilance—glowed behind the silver mask, brighter and more intense than all the weak light thrown by distant streetlights and the clouded heavens. Meta Knight turned, armor clanking softly, as a whoosh sound grew in the distant sky, so soft and fleeting it might have been imagined. Nevertheless, the knight straightened his already perfect posture further, watching the inky expanse with increased diligence.
The first thing he noticed was the abrupt dimming of the street lights. Their steady glow sputtered unevenly as if a great force had disrupted the flow of electricity. Meta Knight frowned slightly as he watched the lamps fight valiantly to stay lit but ultimately lose. Alarming blackness settled onto Cappytown, leaving Meta Knight's eyes the only things glowing on with calm, eternal steadiness. But that lasted only a moment. Immediately after, the entire eastern sky was lit with blazing light.
Midnight cowered and fled away from the fierce roaring glow, the deep navy blue giving way to brilliant cerulean as if the sun had decided to fall to earth. Brighter than any meteor, the object sailing in the sky outshone the feeble stars and the half-sickle of the envious moon. The sluggish mists over the town were blown away as the object disappeared over the horizon. After another moment, the whoosh ended in a dull roar, like something crashing in the far distance. With that, the spectacle ended, the sky returning to the darkness and the streetlights returning to faithful steadiness. The only hint of change was the absence of the fog and clouds. The thin sliver of moon shone silver in the sky and a multitude of stars had been revealed, twinkling gently in their respective places.
Meta Knight watched the sky for several more seconds, before turning his gaze in the direction of the mysterious object's crashing. He stepped forward, the wind blowing his cape in a more ominous manner. The object had been a ship. There was no doubt about it. The only question was whether the visitor was hostile or friendly.
There was no one awake to see, so Meta Knight turned his cloak into a pair of broad streamlined wings. They stretched along his back luxuriously, enjoying the rare freedom. Without hesitation, the knight leapt from the tower, wings spread like a looming owl. He caught a warm friendly wind which bore him upwards, and eastwards.
It did not take the experienced warrior long to find the smoldering crater in the middle of the forest. Meta Knight alighted to the ground, leathery wings folding back into cloth as his metal shoes touched down on half-melted rock. He stepped forward slowly, armor clanking slightly, keeping one gloved hand on Galaxia's hilt.
The ship glimmered defiantly within the deep crater it had created. It was too dark to identify its color, but it was sleek and well-built, small turrets and lasers docking the sides of it. The stealth cruiser, as Meta Knight had classified it as, was much, much larger than the golden Warp Star, the cradle Kirby had crashed down in. It was about the size of a small house. It was not gigantic, by ship standards and Meta Knight's Halberd would be surely dwarfed it, but the vessel was big enough to easily accommodate over a dozen passengers. Worried about the possibility of many invaders, Meta Knight loosened his sword from its sheath by two inches.
He slid down the inclines which lead to the fallen ship, landing on the metal roof lightly. He glanced at the wings of the vessel, but found only badly scratched-up burnt patches. The impact had destroyed any symbols of identification usually printed there. Meta Knight walked along the spine of the ship and was shocked to see hatch to the cockpit on the roof, open. A peek inside revealed the pilot seat unoccupied and silent before broken and fizzling controls. Meta Knight thoroughly checked the interior passageways and chambers but as he suspected, the ship was empty and abandoned.
Whatever had landed had escaped.
So yeah. Bad? Good? Really bad? I think I overused the word "light" and "glow" too many times. Meh.
I am putting up the first full chapter soon, if you're interested. Have a nice day and stuff~
