Land of Kirby

Disclaimer: I do not own the Kirby series, and some of these characters come from the games and TV show.

We begin our story on a planet known as Dark Star. It was very much like the title would lead one to believe. The skies were covered with dark clouds so sunlight was never allowed to touch the planet's soil. The only places you could ever find light were the insides of buildings. It was a dank and dreary place, but its residents considered it home.

A young round creature was running through a forest being chased by a horrid beast. The beast was a wolf-like creature with red fur and claws much sharper than that of an average wolf. The round creature, however, was a small orange being wearing a cleaning bandana atop her head. This was known as a Kirby.

Kirbies were just some of the many creatures that inhabited Dark Star. All of them looked alike, but each had a specific feature that separated it from the rest. This one in particular was known as a Cleaning Kirby, a Kirby born with outstanding cleaning abilities. Give one of these Kirbies a broom and you could guarantee any mess would be cleaned up in seconds.

The cleaner was starting to lose the wolf. Soon, she would be safe. Unfortunately, that thought came to an end when she tripped over a root and fell flat on her face.

"OW!" she shouted, rubbing her face, then she noticed a large shadow looming over her as she turned to see the wolf raising its arm, sending it towards her.

The woman screamed in fright when out of the blue came a mysterious object, rushing straight past the wolf's paw and putting a small cut in it. The wolf howled in pain as it backed away a bit, clutching onto the bleeding spot, eyes darting back and forth.

The cleaner looked at a nearby tree where the strange projectile was headed towards and noticed that it was a dagger. But who would be carrying a dagger?

Her question was answered when a violet Kirby with a shogun helmet and a blue ponytail leapt from another tree, striking the wolf across the chest with a large blade, the wolf howling even louder. The round being turned to the Cleaning Kirby and said in a deep womanly voice, "Go back to the village! I'll take care of the demon!"

The cleaner dare not question this. She was just happy to be saved as she ran far from the area. The wolf managed to finally ignore the immense pain going through his system as the violet female narrowed her eyes and said, "You've been a naughty boy. Now be a good Wolfwrath and leave before I have to kill you."

The wolf, a creature known as a Wolfwrath, let out a loud roar as it opened its mouth, shooting a flame towards female. Much to the creature's surprise, the woman vanished seconds before the fireball could hit, appearing right behind it, planting a dagger in the back of its neck.

The Wolfwrath howled in pain once more as its eyes rolled to the back of its head, the canine now out cold. The woman simply turned to it, shaking her head and said, "If you wanted to live, you should have just stayed away from that nice lady."

This particular type of Kirby was known as a Ninja Kirby. As the name implied, these Kirbies dominated most others when it came to stealth.

We now bring you to a small village known as Norwal. Here, many other Kirbies lived. They lived their lives like most regular citizens did. In the village, life was peaceful. The monsters never entered nor did they ever want to.

Living within this town was a young orange Kirby named Flint. With a red headband tied to his head, his goal was to be a great fighter.

Flint was in a small pasture just a few miles from Norwal with his best friend, a yellow Kirby that wore a green cap named Spencer. The two had known each other for 8 years and no matter what happened, their friendship was strong.

"Why did you drag me out here?" Spencer asked with his eyelids lowered, "This had better be important."

"Oh, it is," Flint said with a grin as he pointed towards a tree saying, "You're going to be the first to witness my new move!"

Spencer stared at the boy and blinked before letting out a sigh, groaning, "You dragged me all the way out here for THAT!? Come on, this is the 20th time, and each time nothing happens."

"Hey, this is the only the 19th time," Flint remarked with a glare, "And trust me, this time, I know I've made a breakthrough."

Spencer sighed, shrugged and sat down on the grass as Flint grinned towards the tree, raising his foot and holding it back, determination in his eyes. Then he threw his leg forward shouting, "ROUNDHOUSE!" and spun his body around, but much to his dismay, nothing happened as his body continued to spin like a top until his eyes started to swirl and he passed out from exhaustion.

Spencer laughed while walking towards his friend and placed a small stubby arm against his head saying, "I must admit, that is some breakthrough. It'll work wonders against an opponent dumb enough to come near you while you're using it."

As the boy continued to laugh, Flint glared and remarked, "That was so funny I forgot to laugh."

Suddenly, Spencer's laughter came to a halt. His eyes went wide when he noticed something odd. He saw skulls spread out across the pasture. Where had they come from? He hadn't seen them before.

"Flint, do you see that?" he asked as he pointed toward the open plain, Flint turning his head in the direction and scratching his head saying, "What am I supposed to be looking at here?"

"DON'T YOU SEE IT!?" Spencer cried as Flint's eyes went wide, "THERE ARE SKULLS ALL ACROSS THE PLAIN!"

The aspiring young fighter turned back toward the distance and once again saw nothing. It was a simple field. There weren't any skulls, bones or bodies anywhere, just miles and miles of grass.

"Spencer, are you okay?" Flint asked in a worried tone as the yellow Kirby turned his head back to the plain and this time noticed nothing. Where had they gone? They were there a second ago.

"Flint," Spencer said, "I think I need to see a doctor. I'm imagining things."

Flint nodded his head in agreement as the two headed back toward the village. Perhaps their good friend Melanie would know what was up.

"Why are we at Melanie's house?" Spencer asked as Flint approached the doorstep saying, "Melanie's much better than any doctor living in this village."

The orange Kirby knocked on the door and waited only to receive no answer. After waiting for about 20 seconds, he decided to give the door another knock. Melanie had to be home. It wasn't very often that she would leave her house.

After another 30 seconds, Flint sighed and approached the door to give it one last knock as the door opened up, slamming itself hard into his face as he toppled down the doorsteps.

A young green Kirby wearing a white braided headband opened the door. This was Spencer and Flint's good friend, Melanie.

The girl looked down seeing Flint lying against the ground, his eyes swirling and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"You just slammed the door in his face," Spencer replied as Melanie laughed and replied, "Don't be ridiculous!"

And soon enough, Flint recovered from his injury and the two entered Melanie's humble abode, explaining Spencer's problem. Upon hearing this, Melanie rubbed her chin and said, "Well, you may be crazy... and you may not be crazy. I'll need to go to the pasture first before confirming anything."

"What's the point?" Flint remarked, rolling his eyes, "Look, there are no skulls out there. Only Spencer saw them and it was only temporary."

Melanie simply got up out of her seat and headed for the door, refusing to answer Flint's question. Flint's eye twitched as Spencer patted him on the back before the three Kirbies headed out the door.

Soon enough, they were back at the pasture just outside of the city. Flint simply plopped himself down on the grass and said, "As you can plainly see, there are no skulls out there."

Spencer's eyes went wide as he started to tremble. He could see the skulls again. Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him.

"I can see them again," he stated as Melanie, a serious look on her face, turned to Spencer and said, "You're not crazy. I can see them too."

Flint looked up and blinked, rubbing his eyes and looking out at the wide open plain once more. Much like before, he saw nothing. What were these two going on about?

"Look, you two are obviously insane," he said as he stood up, sighing, "It's bad enough that Spencer's crazy, but you of all Kirbies, Melanie... it's just unnatural. You must be spending too much time indoors."

Melanie shook her head and said, "You clearly haven't heard the stories about this pasture, have you?"

Both Flint and Spencer were confused now. Melanie was right. Neither had heard any stories about the pasture. All they knew was that it was a fun spot to play in when they were little.

"There used to be a village here more than 10 years ago," the girl stated, the boys looking at her with interest while she continued, "The village was destroyed by an army of Fire Lions and the only survivor was a fortune teller. However, she died from a deadly ailment seconds later, and months after that, her body decayed into the soil. Spencer, what you and I just saw was a prediction of something yet to come."

Spencer's eyes went wide as he started to tremble with fear. However, Flint didn't buy this for a minute. It all sounded farfetched to him.

"What does this mean?" Spencer asked as Flint groaned before stating, "It means you're both crazy! Spencer, you're crazy for seeing hallucinations, and Melanie, you're crazy for seeing hallucinations AND believing an old wife's tale!"

Melanie walked over to Flint and glared into his eyes saying, "I know what I saw and that tale is true. My mom and dad were still young when that happened and they told me so."

Flint simply smacked his forehead and turned his back to them. He couldn't believe this. His two best friends in the whole world had gone insane.

"She may be telling the truth, though," Spencer said as Flint waved his arm at them saying, "That's nothing but a bunch of nonsense! I'll bet your parents only told you that story to scare you! I'm going home!"

As the orange Kirby walked off, Spencer had a concerned look on his face as he turned to Melanie asking, "Do all those skulls belong to the citizens of Norwal?"

Melanie nodded and replied, "If the prediction is correct, then I believe so."

"What are we going to do, then?" Spencer asked as Melanie sighed, "I'm afraid we're going to have to convince everyone to move."

Both knew that this was a very difficult task. Asking the entire village to move... that idea alone was crazy. Who would agree to it? They couldn't convince their best friend to go with them. How could they get any support in this?

Nevertheless, they had to. They had to warn everyone of this horrible fate before it happened, and they would take it up with the king if they had to.

As such, Spencer and Melanie called everyone in Norwal together in the town square. They needed to get the word out. They wouldn't let everyone they knew and loved die.

"Attention, citizens!" Melanie shouted as everyone gathered together, Flint within the crowd slapping his forehead thinking, 'What are you doing? Do you want everyone to laugh at you?'

"A dire time is upon us," the girl said as the villagers all looked at one-another with worry as Spencer stepped forward and stated, "We have seen the future, images of skulls all across the open plain! If we don't move from this village, we'll all be killed!"

There was silence amongst the villagers after these words were said. Some couldn't believe this while others were unsure, and some did believe it but were afraid to admit it.

Flint pushed through the crowd and walked up onto the stage, pushing the two to the side saying, "People, don't let these mere words get to you!"

"What are you doing?" Melanie whispered as Flint glared at her and replied, "I'm simply giving the village a reality check."

Spencer and Melanie dare not do a thing about this. They were in front of the entire village. If they were to try and silence him, it would most likely cause an uproar.

"This story is absolutely ridiculous!" Flint exclaimed as some villagers nodded, "According to Melanie, that pasture outside of the city is a place where the future is shown to us just because a fortune teller died of an illness there! Now I have to ask, does that make any sense to you?"

The Kirbies all looked at one-another, discussing this amongst themselves. Many of them had heard the story of the pasture before, but with the way Flint said what he had, it sounded silly now. Nevertheless, they all needed to see this for themselves.

The entire village gathered around the pasture and stood there scratching their heads. Melanie couldn't believe this.

"Come on, at least one of you must be able to see it!" she exclaimed as all of them shook their heads. Flint shrugged, looking at them and said, "See? You two are crazy. Now let's head back home. I haven't had lunch yet."

And so the three turned around an headed back to the village after everyone had left. Had they stayed a moment longer, they would have noticed a dark presence far away from the village. Sure, it was at least ten hours away, but it was noticeable.

But what was this dark presence? What kind of being was it? Truth be told, it wasn't a being at all. It was an entire army of dark creatures, and not the flaming lions that had torn apart the village from the story. There were large suits of armor wielding flails and wearing capes. There were also Wolfwraths among them. Another type of creature was a large Hercules beetle. Of course there were Fire Lions, but the most destructive of all the demons among them was one of a kind, a dreadful ape-like creature with dark purple fur, razor sharp teeth and sword-like claws. This being was known as Kirisakin, a beast only told of in legends.

What a sad day this was. The Kirbies were completely unaware of this. They had all resumed their normal everyday lives, ignorant to the threat's existence.

Spencer and Flint were playing Go Fish at Melanie's house as Spencer chuckled, "You know, Flint, I have to admit, that was pretty stupid of me to believe such a thing. Maybe Melanie and I just need to spend more time out of the house."

"Well, it's good to know you can at least admit it," Flint said with a grin as he asked, "Do you have any queens?"

Spencer grumbled, handing him a card as Melanie looked out the window and said, "I know I was right. That pasture wouldn't lie."

"You're still going on about that!?" Flint retorted as Spencer got up, placed a hand on Melanie's shoulder and said, "Get over it, Melanie. We were just seeing things. It happens to everyone. Just be glad that no one's mad at us for wasting their time."

But Melanie refused to believe this. She knew what she had seen and there was no way she could be wrong. She immediately grabbed a hold of Spencer's arm and dragged him out of the house as Flint just stared at the sight, eyes narrowed as he groaned. Why were these two his best friends again?

Melanie dragged Spencer out into the pasture, but this time, both saw something different. Not only did they see skulls in the plain, but they noticed a dark image advancing towards the village.

"Oh no," Melanie said as Spencer simply turned to her and asked, "Is that the army that's gonna destroy us?"

"I'd assume so," the green female replied, "But no one else is going to see it. I'm afraid we're going to have to tell the king about this."

"The king!?" Spencer remarked with eyes wide open, "Melanie, the king lives thirty miles from here! How can we possibly make it there in time!?"

"Well, this prediction is of something yet to come," the girl replied with a grin, "I'm sure we have plenty of time to tell him before it's too late."

Spencer looked down and pondered this carefully. If they were to see the king, they would have to cross through the forest, and it was a very big forest. Many dangerous creatures lived there. There would come a time when they'd have to defend themselves. But nevertheless, it was all worth it for the village and the Kirbies who inhabited it.

And so, the two headed toward the town's exit. Spencer had brought along his family's golden sword and the sheath that went with it while Melanie brought along a hammer, which was currently strapped to her back. They had no time to lose. Even a simple goodbye could have spelled Norwal's fate.

"Where do you think you're going!?" came Flint's voice from behind them as Spencer and Melanie turned to see their friend standing there, arms folded.

"Don't even think about going to the king!" Flint exclaimed as Melanie started to fume, Spencer patting her on the back letting down a sweat drop.

"You could be executed for telling him false stories, you know that?" Flint explained, "Look, you both just saw an illusion. All those skulls weren't real! Just stay here where it's safe! This isn't worth it!"

Melanie simply glared at him and said, "If you're not helping us, then you can stay behind, but we're going."

Flint's jaw dropped as he looked at Spencer. Spencer reached his arm out towards Flint, but lowered it seconds later, turning his back to his friend. He hated to do this to Flint, but the lives of the villagers were far more important than friendship right now.

Flint watched the two head into the forest and snapped, "YOU KNOW WHAT!? FINE! LEAVE FOR ALL I CARE! IF YOU GET KILLED, DON'T EXPECT ME TO CRY AT YOUR FUNERAL!"

Of course, all three of them knew that Flint didn't mean that, but Spencer and Melanie understood. Their story made little to no sense, after all, and it wasn't like Flint was the only one who doubted them. But the two were doing this for the sake of Norwal and the Kirbies residing in it. At this point, friendship would just have to wait.

But little did they know that the dark image they saw miles away from the village was not a prediction. They didn't realize just how little time they had. This made things very complicated.