Gone, long gone (Chapter 1) Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Nintendo's characters names, maps or other qualities that belong to Nintendo.

A/N: Imagine a place where everything was wrong, well this is basically the words that sum up this story. It is actually based on a touching story called 'holes' (which again I do not own the name). Happ... I mean...sad reading! Haha!

My head ached, paws covered in blood, and the rest of me burned black. The castle doors were open, lucky for me. If they happened to be closed, I wouldn't even have the strength to open them. I stepped into the castle, only to have my heart broken at the sight of my siblings battered and bruised. My eyes gave up on me and I fell to the floor, or what I thought was the floor. Maybe I could call it the dark soul drain floor. Or maybe I exaggerated a little. My hearing was the only element left of me.

Heavy beats in the floor rattled my skull, something was heading towards me for sure. The rattling suddenly stopped, followed by peculiar murmurs and whispers.
"Junior, you disappoint me" Growled father at me. If only I could see the expressions on his face, but my eyes failed to function.
"I'm sending you a way, a long way to a camp koopa, toughen up a little" He said with an un eager tone, I didn't have to see his expression, I could feel it. I felt rough but comforting hands pick me up, and after carefully positioned me on a bed.

It only felt like moments later the sun was blared though my window and to my delight, my eye-sight was a good as ever. But I didn't feel any happier, due to the fact I was going to camp koopa today. My father charged into my room
"You ride is here Junior, get out!" But I refused to leave, until he grabbed my paw un thoughtfully and dragged me out. When king Dad says 'your ride', by that he meant a rusted, pale yellow school bus. I turned round almost instantly to wave my father good bye, but he was nowhere to be seen. I entered 'my ride' and sat down on one of the torn leather seats. The bus began jerk forward almost instantly, as a shock rattled down my back.

The atmosphere began to change around me, as the heat magnified against my snout. Scenery seemed to become jagged and the road turned into dust. I wondered if the driver knew where he was going. If only he didn't. I attempted to doze off, but that seemed unnecessary out here in the nowhere, that's what I call it. Shortly after, the bus stopped. I could faintly see a building thought the haze. Standing up, I approached the exit. As I drifted pass the driver he said
"Be careful little koopa" murmuring, I growled and corrected
"I am NOT little". I began to wonder if he meant be careful down the steps or be careful at camp koopa. Someone began to walk towards me, I could run, run away and die peacefully, but that would be an idiotic choice.
"I'm Mr. Sir, and should not be called otherwise, here at camp koopa we believe digging a hole 5 feet deep and 5 feet wide will turn a good koopaling into a bad koopaling. You will begin digging as soon as you wake, and once you finish your hole you can return to the wreckory room and have the rest of the day off. You'll pick the rest up" he ordered. "I bet you want to run know don't you, go ahead, I'm not stopping you. Your not running, good choice, we have the only water supply in miles. You will start your digging tomorrow."
"Thank you Mr. Sir" I moaned. The words were coming from nothing, and I knew nothing was going to be good here...