There was only darkness, nothing else. A Weightless, groundless space that seemed to softly rock his body back and forth; like a mother cradling her child to sleep. This strange void felt warm and welcoming than cold like darkness is thought to be. He tried to open his eyelids slowly, trying push away the weights sleep had placed on them. But he was unsuccessful for a while, fading in and out of consciousness. Finally after several minutes, his lids stayed open. But they were only strong enough to lift halfway. He expected to see a light, something bright enough to at least wake him up completely. He ended up blinking several times expecting that light. Strangely what was consciousness and what was unconsciousness pretty much looked the same. Black.
Where am I? He thought to himself. The creature finally gained enough consciousness to keep himself up and thinking. Now he needed to know if he could move. He tried to lift his body vertically in the empty space. Shouldn't be too hard in a groundless space. He started to lean forward just a little, and already his muscles tensed up in protest. For a simple task, it is taking a surprising amount of effort. The creature grunted from the pain, but he pushed on. After several minutes, He held out his mitten covered hand in front of his golden eyes. "Finally" he said, exhausted. His gloves seemed to almost glow in this unusual darkness. The creature reached behind him and pulled his cape around. It was also visible, pure white as it always had been. He spun around and realized his whole body was visible in the dark, bright as day. am I dreaming? He held his drowsy head, rubbing it softly. His two cone shaped ears were still there. "I'm as Halcandran as I've ever been." He said out loud. How long was I out for? I can't even remember what I did this morning. He dug around in his mind, looking for some clue of what happened to him.
He closed his eyes again to concentrate. His mind finally brought about a different color: Green. A jade green, oval shape, glowing, like an eye, a familiar eye. Soon in his mind emerged eight glowing green eyes, the faint silhouette of a four headed creature. It was a dragon-like creature with some golden object on its upper most head. He can barely see the fearsome scowl on its face. With sharp teeth pulled back in a snarl, the dragons were starting straight into the creatures eyes.. Landia…His voice quivered even in his mind.
The scene quickly shifted and the dragon faded there were sirens ringing in a pure white hull, flashing white to red and back. A computer screen franticly flashing images, words in foreign languages, pointing out areas of a boat like spaceship. My, my ship! The air around started to become as uncomfortably hot as the red that flashed inside the ship.
He started to have an influx of memories. Vivid colorful flowers, luscious grass, fruitful trees, serene blue sky with wispy clouds. It was as beautiful as a painted picture, only real. The wind was calm and air was warm like spring. A paradise was where his ship crashed, thought to be beyond repair. Then far in the image was a pink dot, it became closer, revealing it's face.
Kirby? He wiped the sweat the started to damp his forehead. He held his gut hoping he could calm the butterflies that pop out of his stomach. He didn't know wither to feel happy or absolutely terrified.
Now there were soft sounds. Whispers, Voices, becoming progressively louder. The world around them started to become dark, it turned to night. The calm breezes had stopped but the summer like heat remained and grew stronger.
"Kirby beat the dragon," the voice hissed. It sounded an awful lot like his own, the halcandran wonder for a moment if he was the one who said it. The scenery changed and Landia returned. She split into four smaller dragons, knocked out cold. They lied beside a lava pool at the top of a volcano. Kirby stood before their bodies, flailing his stubby pink arms and dancing on his red feet with a smile on his face. There were three other silhouettes but they were blurry, shadowy figures, perhaps they weren't as important.
And…and the-
"And the crown….you got the crown," He heard his own voice reply, but it was deeper and sinister. The dark void had returned and the temperature was now uncomfortably stifling. He began to breathe heavily, pulling his white scarf from his face to breathe for a moment. A mirror emerged from void, facing the halcandran. He saw himself in his blue regal outfit, white cape and his blue cap with the crown on top of it. "Limitless power." He saw his body transform into a red gaseous body, his hat become black and resembled a jester hat. The mittens he wore turned to gloves with violet, sun emblems floating behind them. His scarf that covered his mouth was now black against his white face and purple eyes.
The crown, The glory….the POWER. He felt the air become hot and his skin felt a burning sensation He thought: You had it all Magolor, the world, no; the ENTIRE UNIVERSE was your oyster! What happened?!
"And then Kirby took it from you, the crown and it's power." The voice replied in a deepened almost monstrous voice. He saw Kirby in his green sword cap with needles and a star on its crest .The pink ball had a valiant, white glow and an angry expression on his cute face. He pulled the Ultra Sword, a blade 10 times higher than himself and ruthlessly slashed it toward Magolor's powerful form. One. Two. Kirby enlarged it even further, preparing for the third strike. Magolor moved backward from the mirror, covering his eyes from his own demise.
No…No…NO…..NO! but the visions of his memories began to flood back, the plan, the power, the betrayal. No matter how hard he shut his eyes, he could shove his mistakes away.
"…and he left you to die."
SWISH! A slight pause before Magolor began to watch himself explode and disintegrate to nothing. The entire picture of the memory shattered like glass as it faded white.
Magolor opened his eyes to the black become a crimson red. A horrible burning scent filled the air. The floating feeling before now was plummeting at an incredible velocity. The sweltering sensation he felt before became far worse, Magolor found it downright painful and unbearable. He raised his hand slowly as it ached in pain, the tip of the mitten began burn away and reveal his brown hands. The skin began to form sickly red swelling blisters that burst into small fumes of fire. The blisters multiplied and burst until the entire hand became engulfed in white hot flames. The flames spread up his cape and body (fortunately he had no legs or feet) it engulfed his hat and every part of his body but his eyes. His whimpering and cries became shrieks and bloodcurdling screams.
Magolor became like a white fireball, falling through the crimson abyss. The falling speed was enough to force his wide eyes from ever closing. They feel like sandpaper, dry, red and irritated from winds. Death! he thought underneath his scream. That's all I want right now, death! Below, the reddish color turned deep purple, it gained gas-like texture.
"Such a foolish child…" the mimicking voice echoed. The cloud grew closer, looking as endless as the abyss. "You're already dead." The instant the flames came in contact with the clouds, it hissed and dulled in intensity. But its fury was still enough to keep Magolor screaming.
Dead!? He thought. So then I'm going to the inferno? Hell? But! what did I do wrong?! It took only a moment for Magolor to realize that was a stupid question. He did not have all of his memories, but the ones he did have explained everything. The purple gas formed like a tunnel with a minuscule red light at the end. Was it simply more fire? It grew bigger, It grew bigger…bigger….CRASH!
The white fireball had hit not flames but solid sand, the white flames burned like a blinding large bonfire before finally dying out; leaving behind Magolor with his clothes only slightly charred by the flames but actually unharmed and intact, skin and all. The chill of the gust blew red sand onto Magolor's white cape. He moaned, and his body throbbed, but it was nowhere near as bad as it was a few, excruciating minutes ago.
The halcandran fought against his body's wishes and rose to a stand and slightly hovered over the ground as he had no feet. He wobbled a little before stabilizing himself, finally looking around at his new surroundings.
The desert sands were a bright red, creating a few rolling hills. The sky was reddish yellow with an abnormally large orange sun high above. The sun looked close enough that you could see its lava surface, as if it were straight from space. But auburn clouds covered a large portion of the sky. In the distance, he could see spread out dead trees on the sandy hills. The air was dry and scorching.
"Well… at least it's not a blazing inferno." Magolor spoke to himself out loud, he took another glance at the massive sun. "But close enough." A gust of wind blew strong against him and almost knocked him over. "I can't just stand here." He began to walk across the red, lifeless waste land. The temperature felt as though it were around 70 degrees, a very cool temperature for a place known as Hell. Let alone a place with a sun as close to surface as this one.
The only hellish part about this place was that there was no end in sight to this desert. Magolor had no feet to feel the pain of walking, but he felt the helplessness of time passing.
A sudden and powerful gash was lashed to the back of Magolor's head; it knocked him across the sandy hill and sent him tumbling down it. Magolor rose a little; he pulled down his white, blue belted scarf to spit out and wipe the sand that slipped into his mouth underneath, leaving a sensation more intense than a mint flavored gum. Before he could rise to his feet, he felt a sharp point on his back keeping him down. Magolor turned himself over to find a demonic looking Waddle Dee. It was darker tint than normal, friendly ones and it had narrow yellow eyes with small bat wings on its back and a spear in its hand; pointed at Magolor.
"Well now, what do with have here..." the Demonic Waddle Dee growled. Although it had no mouth, it's facial muscles seemed to form a sinister smile in the place it should be. Two more suddenly appeared behind him.
"Fresh meat?!" The one on the left shouted eagerly looked at the others. "Finally!"
"The best kind, no weapons carried over from their time livin'!" They came closer to Magolor and drew their spears, Circling around their prey. Magolor shivered. But wait a minute, I'm already dead! he took another glance at the spear, it was sharp like a needle. That doesn't mean I want to be eaten and spend forever in a stomach or worse!
"Don't guys want to eat some one much bigger and tastier than me? I mean, I don't have anything on me that taste good any way!" Magolor pushed his hands out in pathetic defense.
"We don't get too many off of Pop Star anymore!" Said the middle one. "You're the first one we've had in five years!"
"Pop Star? I'm Halcandran! I'm not tasty at all" Magolor only visited Pop Star once, unwillingly.
"Even better! We only had one from there over 20 years ago, he tasted great!" They came closer. "It's like everyone there goes to heaven or something!" Magolor prepared himself for another painful session, he shut his eyes tightly. He was waiting for the first stab to pierce his gut. But he instead heard a high pitched screech. He quickly opened them to find one Demon Dee flying in the desert sun.
"What the-UFFF" another one was sent flying, by a… colorful beach ball?
"Wha? Hey!" The last one was sent away by the beach ball that relayed over Magolor's head. He is too stunned to realize he escaped a second death.
"Well now, look at who we have here…" On top the ball was a little lavender jester, with little brown shoes and a red bowtie. His eyes were large, but innocent and his jester hat was split red and blue. He had no arms however. "You're a new type of face, what did you in?" The jester bounced on his beach ball gleefully as he waited for a response. Magolor was speechless, he finally meet someone else who wasn't a demon…. or so it seems.
"Me? Well It's really complicated….let's just say I tried to take over the universe and a little pink ball ended up killing me…" He rubbed the back of his head, "Thanks for saving though!"
"Wait." He froze on top his ball. "Did you say a little, PINK ball. What was his name?" His black eyes concentrated on Magolor's golden eyes.
"…Kirby." Magolor was a little confused, but then he remembered the stories he heard of Kirby and feats against other villains. The jester looked down at his own feet and scowled.
"So you too? How did you fight him?" At the end the jester's words, a golden object fell from Magolor's cape, it was a golden crown. Magolor's eyes widened. The Master Crown was still with him? In his cape the whole time! It must have been destroyed along with him in his death.
"Errr…with this!" Magolor scrambled for the crown and showed to the jester. "The source of limitless power, the Master Crown!" The jester's jaw dropped, the shiny crown's glow reflected in dilated pupils.
I heard the ancients created this too, but I thought any power greater Nova was a myth! The jester pondered. Explains the power I sensed here. But does he know how to use the crown is a question also? Guess we'll find out soon enough. "Well then" The jester leaped back onto his beach ball. "Unless you want to wander in this desert for endless years longer, you should come with me. I'm living with other beings of great power in a stylish mansion." A prideful smile appeared on his face.
"Wow, wait…REALLY?" Magolor jumped for joy, finally someplace comfortable and safe! And in a mansion at that! "Wait, a mansion?" Magolor questioned. "In hell?"
"Did I not say powerful beings in my sentence?"
"Okay, the entire time I've been here. There was only fire involved for the first 5 minutes. The rest is desert and demonic yet cute creatures eating anything that moves. And wouldn't the devil have something to say about you guys living comfortable in a mansion?... in hell?" Magolor questioned skeptically fold his invisible arms. The jester chuckled at how awkward the halcandran looked.
"If there's a devil that runs this place, then he's piss poor at his job. I have yet to see him." Jester said lowly. "Now you coming, or are you gonna ask twenty more questions. Cause I'll leave you here if that's the case."
Magolor became silent for a moment. "One more, do they have air conditioning in your mansion?" He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Any longer here and I'll bake and be even more tasty to those monsters!"
The pair were silent as they moved through the desert. In time they eventually reached a dirt path.
"It just down this road…." The jester turned to the Halcandran. "Say, what's your name anyway?"
"Me? Oh I'm Magolor."
"Magolor, eh? Well then Magolor, Name's Marx." Marx stopped bouncing on his ball. "Now know this. The only reason I allowed you to come was because you have the Master Crown and you fought Kirby. I don't know how you got it, but know that you better prove you know how to use that thing if you wanna stay with us." He stared Magolor down "You sure don't look too convincing."
Magolor gulped. "Okay." That's if I even remember how to use it.
-End of Chapter 1-
Author's Long Note: 4.5.2013
Its been a while hasn't it?
I know most of you returning to this story likely want to kill me for not making the sequel. But I had a ton of personal and school issues that kicked up later last year. Not to mention severe writer's block, and tending to my DA, which has also gone dormant to get my drawing drive back. Part of the reason I may have obtained the block is because looking back I thought I could have done MUCH better with this story and wanted to rewrite it.
Apparently I did not do so soon enough. It took me damn near a year after I finished the story to realize that. So I will be rewriting and retuning Through the Flames (I'm cutting off revenge because its makes the title too long and…bleech doesn't sound good) to the best of my ability. I changed a few details in terms of plot, there small right now, wither they get bigger or not is something I'll decide. Know that the changes in this chapter affect how Chapter 2 will be retuned. One thing I'm gonna try to do is tweak Marx's character a bit, looking back, some parts bothered me. (an understatement)
And yes, I'm aware that Kirby's Dream Collection is out and has revealed that Magolor is alive, well and made a heel face turn for good. Sadly I don't have the game (yet, but I already own a few of the classic games.) I wrote this JUST after Return to Dreamland came out. The heck can I do? Story wasn't canon to begin with ^_^'
DO NOT expect these to update quickly. It normally would not take me extremely long to update. But I have other projects, drawings, and original stories to attend too. And new video games to play. ;)
Until the next Deluxe chapter,
-DragoonMach5 (Have not referred myself as that in quite some time)