A/N: Before you go ahead and read this chapter and the story I want to get a few things straight. It might not be the most terrific thing but its original in plot even if it does not seem like it is. I also know that the sentences are not the best neither is my description but I like it the way it is and if you can piece things together the questions you have are already answered if you use logic and your imagination because that is the basis of this story. I like this story a lot better than the darkness of the shade wings and even though I still had a lot of incomplete thoughts about it it came together in the end and if you don't like it your better off with something else. This is also probably the only A/N you will see through out the story any other information I have will be posted on my profile. Enjoy reading and all the whatnot! XD
Disclaimer: All Kirby characters belong to their respectful owners/owner I do not own them only the plot. So not stealing. Please and Thank you. XD
The Darkness of The Shade Wings
In a universe far from our own existed a galaxy by the name of Gamble. You could say that it mirrored our Milky Way if it was not for the planets that made them differ. Instead of spherical masses of solids, liquids, and gases, these planets came in all shapes and sizes. It was like looking into the toy box of a five-year old child, with its many toys and the interior being a midnight black dotting with white specks, like stars, and the exterior being same. Each planet was unique despite the fact that some looked like what we currently see through a telescope at night or theorize about extraterrestrial life. They had no real orbit around one another, like our plants are to the sun, so they seemed to follow their own path through the galaxy, coming together every million years or so.
Every one of them had names and every one of them had stars, ranging from what they seemed and what they were opposite from. For example; a planet named Ripple Star it had the name befitting a planet made of water when it really was a red, heart-shaped planet with corresponding moons and a white star-dust belt with large yellow asteroids formed into bows over time. It is also home to fairies that are a very peaceful race whom love to dance, sing and relax; not fish nor beings who are Humans. It was also the place were an evil parasite called 'Dark Matter' was first sited.
Next to Ripple Star is its polar opposite, planet Shiver Star. Not much was known about this planet and its former inhabitants except that it seemed to have an uncanny frozen resemblance to our own planet Earth during winter time. Rumors have spread that it was once inhabited by beings called 'The Ancients'. A more stark contrast would be the black sphere planet that lays dormant beside the neighboring planet named Rock Star, which was barely held together by gravity. Its only home to mountains, deserts, beaches, and constantly shifting geological masses and unreadable volcanic activity. It also made a great battle ground for 'The War of Lost Dreams'. Beyond Rock Star laid Neo Star, full of jungles and forests that was like a second Earth in prehistoric times, a place were the more exotic ape-like creatures live. Far below the planets laid Pop Star that was golden five-pointed star. Its inhabitants went by the name of Cappies, derived from their appearance of looking like mushrooms without their distinctive caps.
Pop Star is one of the most interesting, for not only does the sun and moon orbit this star, but it has endured many hardships of life and death. Yet like all things there is a beginning, involving the entire universe when darkness falls to wage war against peace, happiness, and hope. From Harmony to a total Nightmare.
10,000 Years Ago...
In an unknown place in deep space lay dormant a hovering giant metal fortress made up of trenches and skyscrapers of an unimaginable amount. Upon its exterior was a glowing red mechanical eye that never blinked as it stared at the empty void surrounding it. Defensive disk-like spaceships similar to UFO's scouted and scanned the area for any intruders in their territory alongside many gun turrets. Though, despite the calm silence of space hiding away any noise on the outside illusion of the fortress, on the inside one could hear many of things, some being cheers and howls, others being hasty footsteps and roars for blood.
Upon farther examination in the metal fortress, among the many trenches, elevators ,and monorail-like trolleys, the tapping sound of rushing footsteps could barely be heard over the mechanical noise and shouts. The being responsible for the drum-like footsteps kept on running even as his heart pumped faster than he could circulate blood. He was fortunate enough not to be caught by the guards, but then again who would care about a lowlife like him anyway? All his life he had waited to escape the chambers of darkness that lay thousands of miles beneath his feet to see an actual fight against demons. Plus, this was his only chance because he was sure he would be hulled back to those smelly cells as soon as the fight was over. And he was sure as heck that he wasn't going to go back peacefully either.
A light began to glow brighter and brighter as he neared the end of the corridor causing the being to run even faster as if the guards were still hot on his heels. His mind was dead-locked on entering the arena known as the 'Harena' because of the way the gravel soaked up all the bloodshed. He had to blink his eyes repeatedly to get the black spots caused by the sudden light to disappear as he stepped upon the threshold.
If one took a quick glance at him from among the roaring crowds one would see that he had tan-orange skin, a pear-shaped face, chestnut-colored eyes and no mouth. He had a round body and was considered relatively tiny compared to the average demon. He boasted light-orange feet, small stubs for arms, and pink, rosy cheeks. He even had a pure white-and-red parasol strapped to his back like a sword, and though he hated to admit it, he looked pathetic. A black metal shackle wrapped around his midsection gleamed from the florescent lights fifty feet above his head; thankfully the demons were distracted by the fight and paid him no mind.
He had to push and shove his way through the stands and demons to get close enough to see the fight. He even got stepped on a couple of times and kicked in the head due to how short he was. It's worth it, he thought as his eyes grew wide and he gazed down at the life-or-death battle going on below him. A battle of three against one, recognizing the three demons as Kracko, Ice Dragon,and Tornadon; certainly not the most imaginative names in the galaxy, but they made up for it in power.
Even though it was basically his purpose in life to get ripped to shreds on a daily basis, he couldn't help but get mesmerized by how the royal blue blood sprayed the ground. The battered and fourth demon beast was getting back up against the wall by the three others. No wonder the area became filled with more taunts and laughter than cheers and howls.
The only thing that separated him from the weak-looking demon beast was that it was navy blue and had a perfectly spherical body, glowing silver eyes, violet bat-like wings with matching big, clumsy-looking feet, and a rusty one-handed silver sword that was as long as it was tall-about a foot and a half. The parasol-wielding being grimaced slightly at the blue demon's outward appearance.
Each electrical attack fired from the storm cloud Kracko to the blue demon sent the smell of burnt rubber up into the air. There was no way it could last any longer from all the previous damage it obtained before he even got out of the cells. It would take a miracle to save the demon beast's life from the barrage of lighting bolts, strong winds and sharp ice crystals that continuously struck its body. Heck it was a miracle in itself that it was able to dodge some of the attacks and remain breathing! He though it was all over for the small navy-blue demon when it just sat pinned to the dirt ground waiting for his doom to come and seep away his life like the tidal wave that made many before him fall. But the way the air surrounded the blue demon made him think again. It seemed that the demon was having a stare down with the storm demon and for a brief moment everything became silent as the demon slowly began to move and then shakily stand. Then like the bastards they were they knocked him right back down again after the assumption of a fair fight was shattered like ice. He could see the rage burning with the blue demon's eyes like white hot coals before IT happened...
After being shoved to the dirt ground and left alone, my silver eyes allowed me to barely see the heavy-set wooden doors a few feet in front of me. The ground vibrated beneath my violet feet from the roars out in the Harena. Light seeped through the gap below the door and the cracks between its wooden planks; it was a wonder how the door did not rot away after 100 years like most would or rattle loose from its hinges. I gathered my wits and rose from the ground, stretching out my leathery wings from being pressed against my back. They painfully popped back into place and expanded one foot on each shoulder-blade. Not adequately large enough for flight, but enough to sustain a short glide. The black metal shackle bound to my midsection rubbed harshly against my skin, making it raw. From the sound of the increasing noise outside the door I could tell that the 'competitors' had entered the Harena.
My hand ghosted briefly over my 'collar' in anxiety and also reminded me of why I was here in the first place. Believe it or not a hierarchy could exist within a demon society and was based upon the game of chess. The pawns are as skilled as the ones they stand before but not as powerful. They live in separate living quarters or wings of the fortress because of their difference in power. The more powerful you are or become, the higher you will go. Each rank of the pawns were different as there were six different types. Gamblers don't have any demon before them as they are the lowest of the low in terms of rank.
Watchers come next as they are before the Knights who were demons beast that clash constantly with the ones higher than them. Keepers were before the Bishops as they were more wise than a Gambler or Watcher, preferring sensible over illogical. Above them where the Workers that were before the Rooks, the defensive force that kept Nightmare out of range from the reach of the world. Doctors or Magicians were responsible for protecting the Queen, which was replaced with the black prince. Finally, there were the Merchants or Nobles that were before the King, up holding and balancing every command sent throughout their hellish society.
I was ranked the lowest pawn because I failed to complete a test of my worth. To some it would have been a disgrace as a demon gifted with flight was instantly ranked higher than one that was bound to the ground. However, I did not care for such things as rank mainly because there was no use in caring for anything that I saw useless to deal with. However, pawns like me, tend to grow a fancy towards weapons as their physical powers would do them no good.
I was specifically drawn to the sword, so much so that I was nicknamed " Awarena no Kenshi" by the guards, roughly translated to ' pathetic swordsman' and shortened to " Awaken" when they would taunt and torture me. But for some reason, unlike other pawns that where grouped together with the same rank, I was isolated. Left alone for as long as I could remember. Any memory I had beyond the darkness of my cell was too haze and obscure to draw anything from so I assumed that I never had a life beyond of what I had. But it wasn't all that bad, I was still alive after all and I rather have every bone broken than being thrown out the airlocks as a lifeless corpse.
Soon enough, the door before me began to slowly creak open, snapping my mind back to the matter at hand. Then ,when was I shoved out of the black chamber by an invisible hand and into the Harena, I was greeted by the same treatment from within the cells; taunts, laughter, curses. While my eyes adjusted to the sudden light I gazed at my surroundings, spotting my competitors on the opposite end of the field. They were the infamous; Ice Dragon, Kracko and Tornadon. The reason why they were infamous was because they are the only demons that complement each others abilities and cause devastating damage. To put it simply there was lighting, ice, and wind which all came together for a hell of a storm. They entered through three doors side by side, similar to the one I came out of but much larger and well-polished; I could see a gleam of a discarded rusty sword adjacent to the right door where Kracko would come out. Before there was any kind of signal to start the battle of life and death I darted to the sword that rested like a corpse upon the dirt ground.
Though the attempt to get the weapon first was quickly dashed as a bolt of lighting struck the ground in front of me before I could get a 3 second head start. I knew it was a foolish move but my way of surviving was to have some sort of weapon in hand in order to defend oneself. The storm cloud demon named Kracko remained indifferent from almost frying my blue skin black while the giant teal reptile charged forward like a raging bull. I had only a mere second to dodge crystal shards of ice before being slammed by a fierce whirlwind. Ice Dragon roared with triumph along with Tornadron as they both took pleasure in my suffering. The mockery and taunts only grew louder as I stumbled to get to my feet after being hit with the equivalent force of a high-speed freight train: I was going feel that one later.
I had to jump and glide through the air to avoid Ice Dragon's next attack, but that also left me vulnerable to Kracko's and Tornadron's aerial assault. Once again, lighting struck the ground, but this time I was caught in it because the constant winds threw me straight at it like I was a soft-ball. Therefore, I had electricity travel throughout my nervous system like wild fire. I was able to learn quickly that the harder they hit the less I feel, plus the fact that the attack basically numbed my nerves, some attacks like this one did not affect me as mush as the others; though it was still hurt a great deal since all types of pain hurts.
Yet, it unintentionally caused my shoulder muscles to cease movement from the amount of voltage used. Consequently, my wings became locked in place and my small, spherical body dropped like a stone to the ground. I was fortunate enough that I had little bones and that they were made extremely durable because of it. So instead of dying upon impact my bones cracked like aged cement; thankfully they weren't broken yet still made it very difficult and very painful for me to breathe. Though , despite the agony, I managed to roll over and push myself up into a crouch.
The ice demon immediately followed suite with a bombardment of sharp ice crystals, pining me to the ground before I could even attempt to stand. I felt my blood trickle down the thin membrane of my wings where the crystals most likely made contact. I could not move even if I wanted to because the pain started to overwhelm my senses, I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming; I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing my agony. Kracko then came down from above like an angel descending from heaven and glared down upon me. For a demon who had no brain Kracko seemed the most reserved and intellectual while it was prying at my soul and spirit searching for something worthwhile. I could practically hear it say: 'had enough yet?' Almost as if it was challenging me, testing my limits and see my unseen potential. What did it see that I didn't? Drive? Obligation? Or was it determination?
My eyes began to burn with their own fierce intensity when, I realized what the stare down implied; I was not about to sell my soul to the devil in a silver package nor was I simply going to give up that easily. I was going to prove everyone wrong and with my new found determination I raised slowly to my feet, unbothered that my wings had been ripped to shreds in the process nor how my muscles wailed in protest. But the moment I stood was the moment I fell as a barrage of ice, wind, and lighting struck me all at once, there was no demon more deceiving than Kracko to provide a false sense of security and shatter it like glass. I could only smile weakly at how foolish I had been; to think I could win against such overbearing power. Vaguely, I could see the sadistic glares of the three demons twist into a grimace as I suddenly felt something snap within me...
All of them will pay for what they have done... All of them...
The cage below suddenly became covered in a sheet of darkness, and many white streaks of a sword cutting though the area was the only thing that could seen through the dark. The parasol-wielding demon only could count twelve when he lost track from how fast they appeared and vanished. Then, as suddenly as it happened, it stopped, and the darkness lifted like a blanket blown away in from an unseen wind. The only one that made any sound after the event was the small navy blue demon falling on his side with the clatter of a rusted sword upon the ground. Whatever attack the demon had preformed seemed to greatly wounded the three demons to the point of death because they lay motionless upon the ground with large deep gashes crisscrossing over their skin.
The strangest thing was the gashes were bathed in blue flames and if one were to look closer it would be clear as day that it was physically impossible for the blue demon to inflict such wounds unless he suddenly sprouted an extra fourteen feet in height. But as a punishment, for using such power in a span of ten seconds, his purplish blue cheeks glowed a stark contrasting cerise as he breathing became labored while his winged quaked like a rock thrown into a pond, causing a rippling effect. With the battle now over the demons could do whatever they wanted until the next battle. In other words, All Hell broke loose.
From his rank standing his motto was: A demon beast in need was family indeed. No one deserved punishment as brutal as a broken soul.
But due to his height and size he could only duck and dodge the all-out brawl. They were demons after all and they were so rowdy to the point it almost seemed natural. He had to brave the raging tides of demon beasts to reach the blue demon on the other side of the Harena. He could barely see the rich royal blue through all the legs and piling corpses . Soon the ground became more red than brown as he made his painful venture, all the while he gave repeated thanks for his tiny unnoticeable size. After what seemed like eternity the parasol demon stumbled upon the familiar spherical form of blue.
For a lack of better terms, the blue demon looked like a punching bag that had gone there hell and back and If the Harena wasn't Hell he wouldn't know what was. The extent of the demon's injuries almost fatal as his own attack might have caused its own damage upon his body as the same royal flames clung to his left arm. They basically went like a phantom to the exit of the Harena that also served as an entrance to the cells miles below. A cowardly retreat in a way that left a bad taste in the parasol demon's mouth; one day the mighty fall and the weak would rise but until then it was:
The Strong: 1 The Weak: 0
The booming of the heavy wooden doors closing was reassuring to the parasol demon as he released his load onto the ground, gently, after his arms strained to drag a small but very dense unconscious blue demon across 300 feet of dirt and brawling demons. Now he had the time to think... What was someone like him doing down in the Harena in the first place? Surely they could have picked someone much more 'entertaining'. Maybe he was just getting out of his creation process? No that wasn't it, he was certain he had seen the demon before even if it was a long time ago or only but a glimpse. And what was with that strange attack that managed to slaughter the Infamous Triplex? Maybe it was just a one time deal. Most importantly, what was he doing to do from here on out?
The parasol wielding demon stopped his musing as he heard a pained groan come from the navy demon. Right, now was certainly not the time to be thinking of himself. It was the time to help; he should just be thankful that he survived the ordeal.
A/N: Okay, so I decided to go back and edit my chapters, improving them and trying to eliminate many errors I can spot without skipping over them or replacing words like 'planet' with 'plant'.
This probably the only chapter that will have a section of the story in first person and that first person is only limited to main character seeing as it is a Meta-knight centered fanfic but not really because he isn't going to be my main focus until I have the other character semi-developed. Or good enough to where you can see where they are coming from. Also to make myself clear, this isn't my first Kirby fanfic or fanfic in general, it's just my first time posting it on the web for all to see. I actually had three notebooks full of sonic the hedgehog stories and some Kirby ones, most of them were merely one lined ideas and skits. The ones I liked the most had about five parts to them and I didn't use OCs back then because I thought it was illegal.
I also figured out that, through the anime, that Nightmare started his company tens of thousand of years ago. That was soon followed by rebellion by someone that was not Kirby or Meta Knight and the galaxy wars for the GSA. Meaning that Nightmare didn't really exist or no one knew about him until his company started 10,000- 19,000 years ago. Which begs the question: Where was Nightmare before that time? What was he doing?
P to the S: And to make myself perfectly clear: THIS IS NOT A METAKNIGHTMARE STORY! XD
