Chapter 10: Epic Epilogue Essay (Yay, alliteration!)

Somewhere in the far distance of the sea, a single washed-up ship meandered carelessly over the waves, slowly sinking, for it was laced with holes as if it were some giant floating sort of cheese.
'If you would've done something, you useless feathered... ball of feathers, we would have reigned over the whole continent! Now look what you've done! I've lost my prisoners, fell in the Source, lost the Harpy squadron... and now our Island is gone!' K. Rool sobbed to himself. 'And my eye hurts with pain like no other pain... by beautiful bloodshot eye..! It's all your fault!' he cried, cuffing the scarred Harpy eagle who was sitting next to him, on his head. The bird walloped to its side.
'I'm sorry, my lord,' it squeaked. 'We'll get them next time, I'm sure we will.'
'I hope, for your sake, we will,' he said. 'Oh... I'll get them alright...'
He gave one last booming laugh before the ship sunk into the waters. Nobody would have ever known he would survive and return stronger than ever...

The whole day, the close band of friends kept close to each other, exploring the jungles of their birthplace. It was until sunset that they made their way back home. DK, Diddy, and Dixie slept in their hammock while Reaver stood outside, sleeping upright with her head tucked in her feathers, like most birds do. Early in the morning, she felt the need to leave. Her flock was hungry, and she didn't want to bother her new friends any more. Not to mention that staying there any longer could get dangerous, considering that the birds were hungry. They had all agreed on her decision the day before, so, she and her platoon left without a sound, as mysteriously as she came. She wasn't sure if she could visit her friends once again – but time would tell.

It was very early in the day when Diddy and Dixie decided to leave the house and go out to mind their own business, to leave DK sleeping in his own house like he asked for the other day, he had said that he was very tired and that those kids probably needed less sleep than him.
'I want you to be honest now,' Diddy said to his girlfriend while they were walking through the jungle together. 'Why did you want to go with me so badly?'
What a stupid question, thought Dixie as they trod along. Ever since their adventure they had been feeling closer than ever. 'Because I love you, that's why. Happy now?'
Diddy blushed. 'Er... yeah, I am.' he said. 'But since I'm not a romantic type at all... how about we go play our guitars instead of this soppy love-talk business?'
'Oh, I'm with you – instead of sounding romantic, most people end up sounding like obsessed stalkers instead.' She laughed. 'That's a great idea. I'll get 'em, you wait here!'
Thus, she hurried to their place to get the instruments and quickly met up with her friend again. They both walked over to a forested glade where they were sure of nobody going there. It was an idyllic location - the only sounds were of the birds' sweet songs and the sun shone through the canopy in a mystical manner.
'I'm not gonna write you a love song, just sayin',' Dixie began and started playing.
'Not even if I ask for it?' Diddy laughed. 'Don't need to. Love songs are cheap.'
'So, do you think that? Well, guess I wrote this song for nothing then,'
'Er- I didn't mean it by that, my dear-'
'For the tenth time, stop calling me dear!'
And before they knew it they had thrown their instruments aside and began yet another play fight.
'Ow! You fight mean!' Diddy yelped. 'You're playing a dangerous game, miss. Let go of my-'
'Can't take it that I'm stronger than you? Oh, alright then, you softy,' Dixie laughed, and calmed down. She gazed into her boyfriend's eyes wistfully. 'Promise you'll never leave me?'
'Oh, I know where you're going...' he shoved her off himself gently, and sat down. 'Nope, we'll stick together. Always,'
'That's settled, then,'
Dixie laid down, resting her head on her boyfriend's lap, closing her eyes with a sigh of happiness.
''til Our next adventure,' she murmured. 'You silly little scatterbrain, you,'
'Promise,' Diddy said, running his fingers through her golden hair. 'Love ya too, Dixie.'
This happening went unnoticed to everyone, and they were happy about that. Nobody would have ever known, except for one single familiar scarred avian who flapped away after spotting the two young monkeys, emitting one last ominous croak on its way back to its master...

THE END

I wouldn't have believed that this story would be finished so quickly! So yeah, I'd like to tell you guys something about how this story began life.

One day, I was reading up on my old copies of Farthing Wood Friends, and read a little blurb about how a Harpy eagle was so strong it could carry around a monkey. Since I was in my DKC-fandom, I read 'Monkey' as 'Kong' and there went the idea. A Harpy as an animal buddy? I drew and drew until I got what I wanted – a female Harpy eagle, known as Reaver amongst you (I'd like to thank one of my close friends for thinking up that name. If he wouldn't have, Reaver would be known as Mrs. Harpy. Boring, eh?). But since these guys mostly carry monkeys to eat 'em, I thought about K. Rool having imported some of them to annoy the Kong family. Make one of them a rebel, not wanting to eat monkeys, and there you go. Some weeks before that, I had also drawn some zombified Kremlings, as a would-be idea for a probably never-gonna-be-made sequel to Donkey Kong Country Returns, which featured the return of Crocodile Isle, K. Rool and the Kremlings as zombies. Combine these two ideas, and you have... well, this fan fic, actually. Pop in some silly references to other stuff I like, a creative mind, way too much time on my hands, a knack for shipping Diddy and Dixie, an Internet connection that went kablooey, and done! My second large fan fic project. Can't believe how far I've come since the first chapter of Siege of the Island... Speaking of which, I do believe it was mentioned one time in that story that Diddy couldn't come, because Kremlings were acting up. Well, guess what? (actually this idea is retconned because it makes little sense canonically. This all happened before Scourge of the Island. Okay? Okay. It happens before Returns, too, because fanon dictates that it was K. Rool who revived the Tikis. I expect you all to adapt to that idea because it makes so much sense.)

One upside of this fan fiction business is that I had a valid reason to rant on fan fiction clichés through Cranky, lolz.

I'd like to thank OCRemix for those amazing remixes that really inspired me to write at all times (especially the album Serious Monkey Business. I'd like to thank everyone who provided the amazing remixes in that album! It really inspired me) and all my friends at DeviantART who are fully supportive of my constant-changing fandoms and my stupid Internet provider for crashing because if it didn't I most definitely wouldn't have finished this tale so quickly. And you, the reader, for taking interest in this story.

Thanks for reading, everyone! Stay tuned until the next story!