Disclaimer: Kirby and all the Kirby characters are copyright of Nintendo, and I give all credit to them. This is my first story, so please feel free to give comments or criticism, although please try not to be too harsh, okay?
Author's Note: This story is set after the events of Kirby's Return to Dreamland, and it's rated T for future events. I will try to work on this story daily or every other day, but no promises. (P.S., I am currently working on a cover picture.)
Happy Halloween!
PROLOGUE:
He knew this would happen. Someday, it would all end.
Still, it hurt. Despite the scratches and bruises that were all over him, what hurt most was having to give everything up so quickly.
His attempts were more desperate now, firing at the young heroes without thinking about what he might be doing. Nothing mattered except staying alive, keeping the power over everything that he had so newly obtained.
"It's over, Magolor! Give up!" The familiar, high-pitched voice rang through the air. The voice that had first agreed to help him in his twisted plot, but now the voice that dripped with hatred. It was the voice of Kirby, followed by a triumphant yell as he thrust his left leg towards an incoming aura blast. His red bandana fluttered in the tense wind before blowing off and shattering. Magolor smashed against a wall and tensed. He was going to die now.
Or so our heroes thought.
Without anyone noticing, he created a huge green aura ball. It glowed with the power of a thousand suns. It connected with the dead.
He attempted to laugh. It came out as a choking, sputtering gasp.
The soul switch was working.
It happened all too fast, one moment he was there, and the next he was gone, ceasing to exist. The frail body of the Magolor disappeared before the eyes of Kirby and his friends. The body of the Great Magolor was no more.
Meanwhile…
At that exact moment…
There was a moan, a gasp and a scream from a young girl in a burnt house.
And so our story begins...