Disclaimer: I do not own Kirby, or anyone from the Kirby anime.
~Chapter 1~
Dark haze floated like an eerie spirit across the woods. Black mist clung to the ground persistantly, unwilling to lift to the sour breeze that stiffly blew by. Dingy clouds clogged the skies, darkening the landscape further, and offering no chance of sunlight. Nor rain, nor any sort of precipitation. The vegetation that once thrived here was grayed and shrivled, untouched by the coolness of rain or by the tender warmth of sunshine. What held them were weak, spindly branches that rattled a hollow sound in the weak wind...it was a dead forest.
Among the darkened scenery, was a splash of brightness, seeming to glow in contrast to the dimness. A pair of bright blue orbs were attatched to the brightly colored body, and they wandered the morose world briefly. A golden cape trimmed black at the edges tagged along behind the wandering puff.
It had been quite a few years since the fall of Nightmare, and his town had expeirienced the luxury of peace and tranquility for many, many months. The peace had also nurtured him as well, growing him from a warrior infant to an older, more expeirienced soldier. Although still in his early teen years, Kirby felt like a veteran fighter, and the town's protector. He had his own trademarks now, including the gold and black cape he wore, and the red sword he carried. A weapon fabled to be the counterpart of Galaxia, known as Andromeda.
Kirby now walked among the ruin, remembering the times where it was once a better place. Cappy Town, as well, had fallen to ruins. The air was tainted with the acrid stench of smoke from the frequent fires that always burned, mingled with the sharp odor of singed flesh and bodies...
No one is sure what happened, but it all started with a...
"Kirby!"
The puffball's eyes darted up, recognizing the cry of his friend, Fumu. He cantered, then ran, then sprinted in the direction of the distress call. Again and again, he heard her calling. With each scream, she sounded more and more desperate, strained, as if something terrible was happening. Kirby kept running, "Fumu! Where are you?" he called, and what returned his question was a massing, seething din of screams and crying. All of them bearing origin to those he trusted and loved. All of them were screeching agony, and Kirby could not only hear the unbearable noise, but feel it. It thrummed inside his skull painfully, making his pace slow and halt completely. He fell, catching himself on his paws, and continued to sink agonizingly to the ground as the shrieking voices painfully ricocheted within his skull.
...
In a moment, it was all over.
Kirby blinked, feeling a warm shaft of sunlight slant through his window, onto his face.
All was still peaceful. It had all been a nightmare.
With a small groan, Kirby pushed himself upright, and swung out of bed, mind numb with grogginess. As he pushed his way out through the door, he saw the sun fixed in the center of the sky, indicating noontime. Sighing, Kirby retreated back into his dwelling, put on his garment-the cape-and scurried back outiside.
The young warrior gathered the broken fragments of his dream. Dreamland had appeared to him as a desolate wasteland, tainted by the stench of burnt bodies. Then there was the screaming. Kirby, wincing, recalled the nearly realistic pain the screaming had caused him. He had never thought a dream could make him feel such pain.
"It's just a dream..." he told himself. Perhaps it was that watermelon last night, the one that didn't look quite ripe. Yes, that must have been it.
"Kirby!" called to him a familiar voice. He looked up to see his friend, Fumu, jogging across the grass toward him. Just behind her was her younger brother, Bun.
"Morning, Fumu." Kirby said, nodding to the sixteen-year-old and the fourteen-year-old kids. Fumu giggled,
"More like, good afternoon. You slept awfully late today, Kirby. You're alright?" Inquired Fumu, concern in her emerald shaded eyes. Kirby smiled back,
"Yeah, just...a dream." he admitted, hesitantly.
"You seemed subdued for a moment." Commented Bun, "Maybe some soccer will take your mind off it." he suggested, but Kirby declined,
"That's alright. I kinda want to think about it a little...it was just...wierd." Kirby said slowly. Fumu patted his head affectionately,
"Well, we'll be in the castle courtyard if you need us. See you." Fumu said, and jogged off, her younger brother by her side. Kirby watched them go, and sighed quietly,
"What a fox..." he murmured, blushing a bit, but shrugged it off. He made his way to the woods to walk.
...
"It was just a dream." Kirby repeated to himself, but his conscious refused to release the feeling of foreboding that clung with the fragments of his nightmare. He wished it would just pass over, allowing him some peace-of-mind, like any other dream, but this one pricked and bothered him like a splinter. And this paticular splinter he wanted out as soon as possible.
But then again, what if it was a sign...a prophetic dream about the future, warning him of this upcoming danger?
You've been watching too much sci-fi. The pink puffball told himself. This is just a dream, and perhaps he still felt troubled because he was still tired. Yes, perhaps it was just fatigue...it was all in his head...
"Some things cannot be shrugged off and forgotten."
Kirby immeadiately recgonized the voice and looked up, seeing his mentor balancing on a tree branch above his head. Those eerie, amber eyes stared down at him, making him feel like a premature apprentice again. "How...?" he began,
"You were talking to yourself." Meta Knight said, leaping gracefully down from the tree to land lightly on the ground, "You have been having reoccurring dreams, haven't you?"
He sees straight through me, as always. Kirby thought. And it wa true. This dream had only been one in a series of nightmares that had tormented him for some time now. But insofar, this one had been the most vivid, not to mention the most painful..."Yes." Kirby replied quietly.
Meta Knight's eyes flashed in interest, but he remained silent. "It's been going on for four, now five, days now..." Kirby murmured, "This one was the most...clear..." He looked at his mentor, "What...why...am I dreaming these things?"
The veteran warrior shook his head, "I cannot say, but perhaps it is your sub-conscious telling you that our series of peaceful years are drawing to a close again. A new danger must be abroad."
Kirby sighed, "I'd rather think it was just bad melons." he said. To his surprise, Meta Knight snickered a bit,
"I too, but ignoring these dreams could possibly ensure our doom. Though you may be right..." he said.
"You know something, don't you?" Kirby interrupted, "You sound so sure that these dreams are real, although there is every chance they could just be harmless. You speak as if you've seen it before..." Kirby stared at his friend seriously, "Did you...?"
The blue puffball sighed, and turned his gaze away. Kirby thought he saw his eyes flicker blue, just for a heartbeat, "You have learned much, Kirby." He looked back at his apprentice, "It is true. These dreams are not a coincedence. I've seen this happen before..." he broke off, and Kirby could've sworn he detected a note of desperation and misery in the knight's voice.
Kirby knew his mentor had seen a lot while he had been apart of the GSA, and the knowledge that he knew that his dreams of Cappy Town and Dreamland falling to ruin were true, sent chills through his pink body. A new fragment from his dream surfaced, and a question came from him unexpectadly, "Does Galaxia have a counterpart?"
Meta Knight froze, and stared at Kirby. Was it possible...? "Why do you ask?" asked the knight.
"I dreamed about a sword, a red sword named Andromeda. It was mine, and...I'm not sure how or why, but I just knew it was the counterpart of Galaxia, and..." Kirby broke off. He didn't own any weapons nowadays, because his signature inhale ability usually provided him with a worthy selection of weapons. So why would he dream of owning a sword...?
Meta Knight looked at Kirby, then turned away, "Yes...it was fabled that Galaxia was created alongside another sacred blade...Andromeda. Both were considered to possess a will, and spirit of their own. It was said when Nightmare sent demon beasts to steal the swords, Andromeda was hidden in a ripple in space. Galaxia had been stolen before it could be hidden." Meta Knight said, "The only reason you would dream of it...is that..."
He was cut off, however, by the sound of a piercing scream from the town. Both puffball warriors whipped around to see Fumu sprinting toward them through the trees, panting and gasping as she neared them.
"Fumu, what's wrong?" Meta Knight demanded, and Fumu spent a few seconds to catch her breath before she answered in broken urgency,
"Town...people...blood everywhere..." she gasped.
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Hailfire Vulpes: Hehe, cliffhanger=evil. 3
But anyways, how did the first chapter go? I will be accepting ideas and stuff along the way to make this story epic. I'm not sure about adding any O.C's yet, but I'll let you know when I need ideas for O.C's.
Warning: Flamers will be prosecuted, and shot. Survivors will be shot again.