I've decided to rewrite this story. Honestly, I didn't like how it was turning out, sounded too rushy, and I was worrying about keeping the Clan cats in character throughout the whole thing. No ideas left for that old version, I was ready to just discontinue it, until this idea of rewriting it came to mind while I was dozing in Algebra 1.
This one will be more original, easier to write, and no worries about interference with the Clan cats. Also, Kirby and co. will have the same "prefix" Clan names as they did in the last version, the names might be changed a little.
Disclaimer: I owns no Warriors or Kirby. There, I did it.
Here it is:
"Poyo!"
The dark blue-furred knight spun around quickly, scanning for a splash of telltale pink through the chaos the ravaged the air and earth. It was if all of what could define disaster had come down to the planet, tearing it apart at the seams.
There! Under a fallen boulder...
Meta Knight was by his apprentice's side in a flash, and with a blinding shimmer of lightning drew out Galaxia. Within a few seconds, the boulder that restrained Kirby's small body was reduced to shards of broken stone. The pink puff struggled to his feet, blinking hazily.
Meta Knight eyed his apprentice as he regained his poise, when a shriek grabbed his attention. Turning, he saw her. Fumu was running toward him, her eyes wide with wild panic. One arm dangled broken at one side, and the other hand was dragging Bun along. Meta Knight grabbed Kirby's dusty pink paw and ran toward the fleeing children.
Fire was literally raining from the sky, like an armageddon, and the ground was being split apart here and there, miles of emptyness seperating the surface with the core of Popstar. Fire spouts shot from the afflicted earth, and trees were being lit up like demonic, oversized torches all around. Walls and buildings crumpled like paper mache, and the air was filled with smoke and despair.
With no warning, the ground gave way beneath Fumu's feet. The girl screamed as her body fell, a half-conscious Bun acting as little more than a deadwieght as she grabbed onto the edge of the new earth fissure with her injured arm. Meta Knight reached her quickly, but before he could grab onto her to pull her up, the strength in her bad arm vanished, untimely, and sent her hurling into a free-fall to instant death, still holding her little brother close.
"Po...yo...!" Kirby coughed, waving desperately at the place Fumu had been a second before. Huge tears leaked from his eyes. Meta Knight felt grief well up in him like a fountain, but there was still the matter of getting Kirby out of here. Save grief and regret for later.
It looked literally as if the stars had taken a liquid fire form and were pounding into the ground from the sky. The night of death was illuminated with light. Screams pierced the din, but Meta Knight focused on the distant mountains where the Halberd waited. Aboard that, he would escape. He and Kirby would escape.
A cappy, dragging the remains of his body, of which was missing the lower body, grabbed at Meta Knight desperately, but the knight kept running, a small spark of regret in him as flames consumed the animated torso.
The ground shook violently below them, and Meta Knight tripped. Kirby, being his bouncy, flexible self, flew like a paperweight through the air and bounced off a large tree ahead. Too weak to stand at this point, Kirby collapsed where he landed. As Meta Knight moved toward him, the ground fractured beneath his apprentice...
"Kirby! Move!" he called, but to no avail. He watched, frozen in horror as a tall pillar of flames shot up and ensnared the puffball child. Within seconds, a charred skeleton with tiny, delicate bones remained. Meta Knight sighed, not trusting himself to move or speak out of the horror he'd witnessed.
No. You need to survive.
His feet began to move again. He couldn't bear to look back at the Kirby skeleton. It would be too painful. What had happened to Popstar...?
That was the million dollar question, without a legit answer. It seemed as if all hell had broken loose overnight. Did it matter anymore? Probably not. Most were dead, most were dying. Meta Knight sought out survival, survival only. He had to make it to the Halberd, right now.
...
But that would be too easy. Not even the hero of the GSA could escape the ultimate disaster. Unsure of what had struck him down, Meta Knight now lay, gasping, facing the star-studded sky above, his life seeping away. Was he caught in a fire spout? Wa he falling? Was he crushed? The land was a swirl of blurred images. The stars above, washed over in flame, seemed to glow brighter than ever.
Brighter, brighter still...was that a shape materializing from the ever-shining stars? It was coming toward him. What was it saying? Everything sounded incoherent right now. The stars illuminated every inch of Meta Knight's dimming vision. There was total whiteness...a split second before a heavy blackness settled over him.
There. It was finally over.
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Huh, better opening to a story I've had in a long time. Good on me! REVIEW PLZ.
